Inter Spousal Communication - Part 1

 From what I have observed, communication between couples of 10 years and more, tends to reduce. Is it because their ears and tongues are done with all the hearing and wagging within the initial years ?  

 Here is an interesting example of inter-spousal communication, (a typical hindi saas-bahu soap style.)

And do I hope all the couples are keeping up with the inter-spousal communication (which is usually - little to nil).

29th feb 2012

We were in office.

Fj was having his lunch and called for me.

"Jas, come and have your share of lunch before I finish it all", he threatened honestly, slurping away at Pan fried noodles (fried noodles served in a chinese sauce.)

I had some applications for urgent submission and hence was in a great rush to do so, as the last date was.....today (as always).

"No, no, you carry on. I cant afford to deviate", I replied.

"JAS! Dont be psycho, its 4 pm. Come and have your lunch with me", he fired....er....in concern.

I left the papers scattered on my table and scurried for a quick bite.

I sat across his huge mini conference cum work-desk. (No, the italian furniture brochure did not label the table so, I did).

For a few seconds there was silence as both of us slurpped the noodles in a hurry.

"Is the quantity enough for you? Take some noodles from me", he said.

"No" I said.

Take some of the sauce from me, you hardly have any." he said pushing his plate in full speed towards me.

"Nope, its enough" I said and pushed it back at the same speed.

We got back to slurping.

We slurped quietly wihtout a word.

And then

.......during one of his bites,

.......the noodles slipped from his fork,

........ and splashed into the sauce,

........ and the sauce splattered on to his beautiful ivory white shirt.

He froze with his mouth half open !

The first thing he did was look at me, a little in fear (I hope), because at the start of the meal, I usually remind (chide) him to beware of food droppings on his shirt..... which happens almost every meal. To save himself from me playing my tooteli (broken) record he immediately thundered in defence (more like an attack).... "TU KABHI KEHNA NAHI MAANTI ! (you never heed me) "

Since the dropping was a regular add-on, I was unfazed with the statement and the shirt stains.

Had I warned him to be careful of the dropping food on his shirt, he would have happily said that it had happened due to my 'kaali jaban' (black tongue).

"Fj", I said, "you are just plain lucky that I was sitting in front of you, so you could blame the stains on me".

"Now what should I do, I have interviews lined up? " he said sheepishly.

"Why are you worried? You are the Interviewer. You are the Boss. 
You can have maximum number of stains. No one will dare to say anything".

That seemed to relax him a bit.

"But" he said ....."Tu mera kehna kabhi nahi maanti (you never heed me)!"

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