Main Maike Chali Jaongi, Tum Dekhte Rahio!

Yesterday we were watching the Football world cup finals between Italy and France. Zidane gave a headbutt to a fellow Italian player and I guess that’s were it all started. I don’t remember who pushed first. I presume it was Vinu coz I am quite peaceful by nature. But I don’t show my second cheek if I get slapped either, so it started off.

The pushes, the punches, the kicks, the pinches, and so on…it was fun. I could use some of the karate punches Vinu had taught me. He is a karate black belt and had taught me a few hand moves. So I got into the mood. But the problem is when Vinu starts enjoying it too!! I punched him hard wherever I could land my fists and kicked him twice or thrice and wow what a thrilled girl I was, when abruptly a kick landed on my leg. Well, it wasn’t much but I could see where it could lead to and knew it had to stop but also, as always, wanted to leave him with a guilty feeling.

So I closed my eyes, opened my mouth as if in deep pain and about to cry. It was all so swiftly done that for a second I didn’t know where I should take my hand to, where should I feign the pain was? I placed my palm on my other hand and that’s when it struck me, how difficult it must be for the poor football players to act as if in pain and fall down and limp around to get a free kick. And what if they opened their eyes, looked around and saw everybody else playing football and nobody even noticing them. :( I was worried about the same reaction from Vinu. What if, I opened my eyes and saw him watching TV. The punches had stopped. So what is he doing now? Is he looking at me? Is he concerned? This is the problem with closing your eyes in such a situation. My mistake. I should had just cried out a bit.

But why the hell is he not saying anything. Is this the way to react to your wife who’s hurting? So what if I am pretending, he doesn’t know that. These insensitive men! And so I opened my angry eyes and saw him looking at me skeptically. Hmm...perhaps if I had pretended for few more minutes, the sympathy would had come. Now it’s too late, he knows and there comes another punch.

That’s it. First of all you make me angry by not sympathizing over my feigned pain and then you punch me again!!! That’s it I tell him with annoyance, “If you don’t stop, I will go to my Achan (Father)”. Immediately, without even a moment’s thought, with an eager expression he asks me, “How much more of this will make you leave?” Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! I would had liked to curse him, call him names, hit him hard, but before all that came out, I laughed. Just couldn’t help it. I know, should had controlled myself. Hmm…next time, maybe.