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The occasion calls for a celebration, I said,
trying to draw my husband’s attention from what he was engaged
in.
Celebration for what, he said quite
indifferently.
Try to guess, I said looking expectantly at
him.
I don't think it’s either our wedding
anniversary or your birthday? Is it, he asked looking at me.
No, one has gone by and the other is far
away, I said.
Then what is the occasion? I can't think of
one right now, he remarked.
I will allow you three guesses and you might
even get an attractive prize if your guess is right the first
time, I said.
Let me think, he said appearing very serious.
No, I give up. Why don't you give me a clue
at least, he said, after racking his brains to find an answer.
You men make no effort whatsoever, expecting
us to answer our own questions, I accused.
Instead of this men-bashing, you might as
well come out with a reason for us to celebrate, he said. I
could notice him getting impatient.
Well, you have been reading my columns over
these couple of years, haven't you, I asked.
Well, yes, he half nodded.
Just remember what you said a moment ago, I
prompted.
He thought for a while and said, you mean
“men-bashing”?
Exactly, I said glad that he remembered.
When you talk of 123 and the Nuclear Deal, I
wonder why you don’t talk of 125, I said.
What is 125? It makes no sense to me, he said
puzzled.
It does to me because “men-bashing” seems to
have occurred many more times compared to “women-bashing”, I
said and strangely I find men appear to enjoy reading about all
their little quirks and foibles and sometimes don't hesitate to
admit them unabashedly, I said proudly.
Unlike you women, he said laughing.
Probably, I said before I could check myself!
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