9th April '12
Inter Spousal Communication ! Part-2
In continuation to the interesting topic of Inter Spousal Communication .....interesting because there hardly seems to be any communication between most (15 years and older) couples ! I may be wrong, but I am yet to meet couples who can convince me that I am very very wrong in this assumption.
To understand the true essence of Inter Spousal Communication (what ever little there exists or the lack of it) I request you to read Part 1 of this series, which will keep adding in the years (or in the months to come) if we have a good bout of communication!
It was around 3pm.
I was rushing back from work in Delhi to my city of Greater No-idea on the DND (Delhi-Noida-Delhi) expressway to pick up my kids from school. All cars as usual were racing at high speed. Whether it was an Audi, Innova, Toyota or Maruti 800, all were revving at high speed on the freeway. This is probably the only "freeway" in north India true to its word as this stretch of 20 kms has yet another 2-3 years of fast smooth driving before being usurped by commercialization and heavy motorization.
As I was over taking some cars and tempos, I noticed a car, a little further ahead of me, being driven at good speed....with the large rear bumper almost falling off. Only one side of the bumper remained attached to the butt of the car. The other side was dragging on the road and occasionally bouncing on the uneven patches.
Though I was driving in top speed, I observed the car for a couple of seconds.
"O Oh ! With the windows rolled up for the air-conditioning, the driver is probably driving at full speed while listening to blaring music, without realising that his bumper is almost falling off," I thought to my self.
Other cars also seemed to notice it and slowed down for a good "dekho" while over taking him.
So I zig-zagged my way through a few cars to draw parallel to his car, and inform him of the bumper that was trailing behind him.
As I drew closer to the car, I saw a Sardarji in the driver's seat. He seemed laid back (such was the recline of his seat at an obtuse angle) and relaxed, driving and chatting on his mobile phone.
I got my car closer to him and honked once, honked twice, to get his attention. But Sardarji was engrossed in some good conversation, laughing and nodding his head while driving. I was unable to distract him.
As there were other speeding cars behind me I had to move on.
Through my rear view mirror I saw the Sardarji in his car, still laughing and nodding over the phone.
With or without bumper, this guy drove on undetered ...... with the hanging bumper undectected!
I have always known the Sardars as a 'bhindas' community.
They are jolly and happy people. Sorry and thank you are seldom uttered yet they are muttered when least expected.
Nothing in life seems to trouble them much.
If they are faced with uncertainity, their "attitood" is "Dekhi jayegi.
If they are deep in troubled waters they confront it with a...."Dekhi jayegi".
They live for the day and to the future they say....."Dekhi jayegi"
It is hardly a coincidence that Jolly & Happy are the most common pet names and that they are well known by their unofficial names than their official names.
"May be he was aware of the trailing bumper and couldnt do anything about it so he drove on with the attitood of Dekhi jayegi", I thought and smiled to myself.
In the evening I related the incident to Fj.
"Its good that you did not disturb him", he said seriously.
Why ??? I quizzed.
"Because he would have probably blamed you for the bumper" he said.
"WHATT !!! How the hell could he blame me for it "? Words and sense failed me completely !
But then, if you've read the inter-spousal communication - part 1, you'd agree he understands the psychology of Punjabis and Sardarjis better !
After 2 decades of being in their midst, I thought I had begun to understand them but.....I still have alot to learn.
Most times, I feel I have only just begun! May be its time for me to develop their confidence and attitood.
Bole so nihaal, sat sri akal !
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