Epilogue: I
sometimes wonder what happens to girls when they become women. I mean I am yet
to discover how the metamorphosis materializes for I still yearn to feel like a
complete woman and give up on the crazy girl in me. But then I can’t even begin
to fathom what transpires within the entire female specie when they turn into
monsters-in-law...er...mothers-in-law. Damn you Hollywood movie titles playing on my mind and
mouth/fingers.
Dear Mothers-in-law (yes, all of you all over, unsparingly),
Really, what genetic alteration occurs during the seven rounds
of the holy fire taken by your doting sons that upshots your ghastly
malfunction? You have to explain me that. It can’t be insecurities-for how can
anyone even deem to stand in any competition with someone who beds a man every
day at
least initially and often several times in the same day. Maybe she is prettier and
younger than thou, but then your aren’t a sex object for anyone anyways now and
least of all for your own khoon-your
son? So quit making life difficult for all of us and let your pseudo-beauty ego
go for a hike.
I think the onset of wrinkles occurs in women post their
promotion to this unenviable position. So much constraining of nerves to show ‘Who’s
the boss!’ naturally could lead to some lines forming somewhere! And as if
those obnoxious pressing of lips and scrunching of eyes and inflating of an
already fat nose are not enough, you soon discover-why there’s even a tongue
that can wag with unending zeal to utter some of the choicest of taunts, to put
even sarcasm to shame. Aww....nobody allowed you to participate in the school
debates and so in the second childhood read that as your darn old
age
you decided to refresh the latent skills. How charming!
But really, you need a refresher’s course in reality check.
These stupid soaps you watch all day on the idiot box yes, even the damn re-runs
for apparently one sob/crap watch ain’t enough for your sadistic tendencies show techniques
that are long given up even by Ekta Kapoor. I mean the idea of tampering with
my door closer, just so that the door remains ajar and you can overhear when I
bitch about you is so lame; I have decided to do it in bed when we are tugged
in a blanket together and just before sex. It ensures not only you being in
your bed too by that time but also I would get an attentive hearing because of
His anticipation for what may follow thereafter.
And please, please stop asking him if he wants water when you
see me getting him a glass on a tray or suggest he should measure his
temperature after you sly watch me washing the thermometer. Ah, the genuine
concern just prior to the wife’s is so touching, it makes me weep. Please don’t
force on me that he would eat the bitter gourd in dinner when I insist he
won’t, just because he did when you eyed him in his days of virginity. He has
better taste now, metaphorically speaking. And when he refuses like I
anticipated, please shorten the always ready-to-brim-over sermon of how
children these days don’t listen to their parents-yours grew up along with his
manhood.
And also explain to me dearie, how on earth can he be spoilt if
we go out three times a week and not spoilt if you serve him the third bowl of
halwa just because it was made by you? It is so amazing that you remember to
ask me such concerned questions about my health and well being only when I sit
with him on the dining table or do all sort of cootchie-cooing with our baby
just as his daddy returns home and ensures he gets a private viewing of this trailer
that never materializes into an actual movie otherwise.
And so enlightening are your discourses on responsibility-aah,
talk about how the daughter-in-law ignores the house, after you stay out of it
for most of your waking hours. Talk about how you don’t get enough money to
spend after you ordered a brand new pair of fat diamond studded bangles. Talk
about how “we” waste money, when the clothes you got stitched in the year’s
beginning are adorning the frame of the maid’s by new years. And before you
find fault with the way in which I am raising my child, please don’t even let
me start with the faults so glaringly apparent in the ones you did.
‘Appreciation’ I know is the toughest word to grasp in your dictionary just as
‘expectations’ is the easiest.
So now that we are sailing in the same boat, let’s stop rocking
it before we both fall. Please come to terms with it that it is not YOUR age to
dress up and gallivant around town and instead give us, the lesser mortals a
chance too. And also let me bring to light that there are more gadgets in the
house which you can use like dishwasher, washing machine and iron so that you
think beyond the television and mobile phones!
How amazingly nice it would be if you would just stop staring at
my “Pepsi” glass at social dos and not wonder why that glass or its refills
were in my hand all night long! And when we get you gifts, kindly don’t judge
them by the price but by the sentiment behind it before we lose all our
sentiments to do so. While I know I suck at cooking, you aren’t doing a good
job of it either by the drama you churn out instead*sniff, sniff*
I guess this is enough “bonding” for this time. Until next time
then...please be good and if you can’t be, please be human!
Yours almost lovingly,
Daughters-in-law the world (India) over.
Disclaimer:
This is based on a one hour chat I just had with a suffering female friend who
painted a picture of her mom-in-law thus, after breaking her monologue with
sobs and expletives simultaneously yes, we are weird in our sources of getting inspired. So much she cribbed and moaned that I
almost felt for her poor hubby-not
in THAT way of course. Any
similarities to my own mother-in-law are coincidental and purely unintentional.
She’s a darling-of her husband
of course. Please take this in
good humour or else if I get burnt with kerosene in my kitchen soon hereafter,
you’ll be blamed for lightening the fire.
20 comments:
Omg!! I was in splits through out the post...so true, thankfully my mil is just fine. Also, staying miles apart helps! ;)
My fav line is
'how on earth can he be spoilt if we go out three times a week and not spoilt if you serve him the third bowl of halwa just because it was made by you?'
hahaha..........loved it! loved it! LOVED IT!Will memorize the entire post so that comes handy in future:P but because I am not that brave to say it on face, I might as well write a similar post:D Loved the thing about gadgets and every thing mentioned in this post!(Just out of curiousity, I wonder what would happen if any MIL read this post :-?)
bwahhaahhaahhaa....Okay now where is the like and share button :P
A lovely post. Just wondered what your own DIL will write two decades down the line:)
I think the best thing is for the son and DIL to move to a different place .. works out best for all..
Take care
Bikram's
LMAO !! I hope aapki 'sasuji' naa dekh le ...
Read "surviving men" by shobha de ! It has an entire chapter on mom-in-laws ;-)
LOL ... I am sure your MIL doesn't read your blog right?
I have nothing really share living far away ... but I am sure it is hard to be under one roof!
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I started with a smile, followed by disapproval frowns (its a long long way for me to get those promotion frowns lol), thinking of how i would put a dissenting comment, framed words of dignified rebuttals, and ended up into bursts of laughter.. that i forgot now to write down that comment of dissent!
Daughters in law need a letter too!
let the mil and dil keep writing letters to each other, preferably airmails.. and stay happy thereby :-)
Suruchi,
It is so sad that we tend to forget what we had to go through in our time and then just repeat history.
Take care
OMG..LOL, that was a total hilarious post... though i knw that its all truth, the way u portrayed was amazing..
poor MIL...they always have to take the blame LOL...
blame it on the hormones :p
BTW, does she read your blog???
Why to add disclaimer.. let there be a third world war if your Saasu ma reads this.. :P \
Weakest LINK
LOL!!! The return of your funny bone :-))
Seriously..MILs.. :-)))
The the outfit adorning the maid's frame.. this is really very true..
and constant comparisons kisliye!Its not a contest is it????
Oh God! I was in doubling up with laughter when I read this. Meri toh hain nahin.. but I think that, agar hoti toh zaroor aisi hi hoti!
Oh, you are so good, my dear Su! :D
IOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MY TUMMY ACHES!!! WHY WHY WHY!!!!
You are the best humour blogger in blogosphere..HANDS DOWN!!!!!!
I so wish your MIL reads this :P
EPIC it wud be no!!
I laughed my guts out..shit..My eyes are all teared up!!!!
gahahahahah
The last time I read someone inspired from someone else's whining and ranting was Shahana(Broken Mornings, remember? The one who started the trends of open letters) and boy, she kicked some serious dust. I wonder if this one would make such impact, because no matter how right or wrong the data might be, I think, most of the players of the opposition team of mothers in law are still stuck with 'K' Kapoor's puppets sobbing away to the hearts content of the mother in laws, who are blissfully unaware of the existence of any such post. And the ones on your side, they might pat you on the back too :P
Nice post.
Cheers,
Blasphemous Aesthete
Two women fighting for him would be any mans dream..well in this case both may not be of same interest to him yet the fact that both are trying their best to seek his attention is something that a smart intelligent man can use to his advantage.He just needs to maintain the illusion for both that for him she is most important and rightful owner of his love.
Hillarious way to describe shrwed,scheming Monster in law though some references were more serious in nature.
Your disclaimer did not say that this is not about ur MIL..So..Hope that friend part is not figment of your imagination :-)
:D Main kya bolun?
Ok while I was away you were writing this regularly and posting away to glory??
My cheeks hurt with all the laughing I did while reading this post! Your humor at its best!
I only hope my MIL (future wali) doesn't do most of the things mentioned above ;)
Oh dear, I LOVE your post. I absolutely adore it....I can keep adding more points, but as of now this is enough :-)
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