I have always considered myself a ‘women’s libber’ in a man`s world. I try my best to look after myself for all my personal needs, unlike most of my generation who are happy to put their feet up after they return from an outing and order their wives around: “Give me this! Get me that!” Right from my school days, when I returned home and found my mother resting, I would not disturb her and would quietly help myself in the kitchen,
I carried this habit into my married life! Every time
we had a party at home, I not only helped my wife in planning the menu but also
bought the vegetables required and cut
them suitably to help her save time. While she was busy cooking I would take
out the dinner set, clean them and lay
the table for the party. At dinner time, I would be busy running between the kitchen and the
dining table, ensuring the continuous supply of items. After dinner, I would clear up all the glasses and plates left
all over the house by the guests.
Even on a daily
basis, I used to help my wife in
planning the menu, buying vegetables and cutting them, in the process save her
a good 60 minutes of valuable time in the morning, or so I thought. But a statement
she made about 25 years ago-complaining that while the men have Sundays and
other public holidays to relax, a woman is bonded to the kitchen for 365 days
of the year looking after the husband and children-made me think again! I
decided to help. I became a Sunday Cook and told my wife proudly that from then
on she could take rest on Sundays.
But would she rest? No! The workaholic that she was,
on Sundays she would find some other household chores to do and continue to
complain about her plight. The understanding husband that I was supposed to be,
I decided to help her in the kitchen, even on other week days!
That is when all hell broke loose! Instead of
appreciating my initiative she blasted me for entering the kitchen without her
permission. If I bought some groceries which I found missing from the kitchen
shelves, she would scream at me for my unnecessary intrusion into her ‘domain’.
If I gave her some ideas about how I would like certain items made (I am an
avid ‘foodie’ as you can judge from my girth), she would shout, “Don’t teach me
how to cook! I know how to make it. Do I interfere in your office
matters?
Will you tolerate if I tell you how to run your business?” The admonishment
would go on till the afternoon if I stayed on in the house!
Sundays were the days when I would get the maximum firing!
Not only for the mess I made in the kitchen, (so she said, but I believed that
though I am a messy cook, I always cleaned up the kitchen to the best of my
abilities before I handed it back to
her) but also for the ‘unnecessary’ things I bought from the nearby supermarket!
“You just go on buying things . . . I have to find a
place to store them, maintain them. Do you ever consider the trouble I have to
take to maintain this house? Blah . . . blah . . . ” she would scream.
Did I learn my lessons? No, of course not! I
continued to irritate my wife every day for some reason or the other! You see,
I realised that I was doing whatever I was doing at home because I was enjoying
doing them..
My advice to all the wives of my friends, who used to feel
jealous of my wife because she had such an understanding and helpful husband
used to be: “Please think! Would you really be happy to have a husband who
meddles in your kingdom every day? Remember, the grass always look greener on
the other side!”
To all those lazy husbands who consider me a lousy
example to follow, please don’t, because from long experience, I have realised
that no wife would like her ‘kingdom’ to be invaded by her husband. So relax,
the next time you feel too lazy to go to the dining table to have your meal,
ask your wife to come and feed you with a spoon! For all you know she might enjoy doing it and be proud of the fact that
her husband does not even lift a spoon without her help! Better be a
‘henpecked’ husband to be happy!
Adapted from my article which appeared in Eves Touch, July 2011.