THE INDIAN LADY AS SHE IS

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'My wife is always right, ’ the man exclaimed in an assertive tone.

The wife stared at her half-drunk husband with those big, round eyes, darkly accentuated with the kohl that her maid had prepared at home under her strict supervision.

He thought it was a compliment that would make her smile; instead, the repercussion was contrasting. The other drunk person replied, ‘You are correct, Mr. Bose. My wife, too, is always correct.’ And then there was a wave of laughter that had spread inside the huge hall only among the masculine junta. And soon it was realised by all that it was a sarcasm presented in a complementary way, which eventually turned comic.

The females were not happy and soon started to quit the party, whereas the men continued grilling their favourite subject- women as a wife. ‘They say women are subjugated and oppressed. But I argue, in the last fifteen years, have I ever been able to win a single argument from her? She uses all her verbal prowess to defeat me, and at last, I always prefer to get vanquished because doing so would maintain my peace of mind.’

Another person shouted from behind, and as he spoke, he pushed himself to the front. ‘Whenever I ask my wife if I could put up an invitation to my friends, she has all the excuses on this earth. Sometimes she says she cannot cook, and so I appointed a professional chef; sometimes she says she is not well, sometimes she wants me to paint the house first before inviting them, and the list goes on. Now I know, she does not want to entertain any guest.’

‘Do we ever understand the mentality of the Indian lady. The way they are and the way they are not supposed to be. I think that is a good topic of research.’ The men laughed.

Gopinath Chatterjee, from behind, adjusted his spectacles as he began talking, ‘Well, young men, as all of us are, have we ever tried to know the real reason for their replies as they are? None of us may have tried once. We find the fault, but we choose to ignore the reasons behind. And also, we get defeated by them because they are more intelligent than us and put up more valid reasons to justify their point, and we are unsuccessful in doing so.’

All men were silent.

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