Whether this title is due to my reborn allure for the blood sucking vengeance of Lestat, or due to the fact tht iv just finished reading ‘The Witch of Portobello’, no one will ever know. But one things for sure, ‘wives’ have an amazingly savvy sixth sense about their darling husbands. I can tell exactly what point during a meal it is that riz tries to catch a glimpse of fine ass, even if im half way lost in the world’s best prawn chowmein. I can also tell whether the person on the other end of the phone has an adams apple or not. Now seriously, thats gotta be monumental, right?
The argument remains that it just might be that he just isnt as cultivated at all this as some other husband may be, but heck, hes a guy – ofcourse hes ‘cultivated’. Then is it just me, or do women really do have what they call ’sixth sense’ about that kind of thing? I dont know. Maybe you could enlighten me.
Which reminds me of an interesting dialogue in Ally Mc beal about what kind of human being wants to walk around in shoes that are tilting your feet at the most unnerving position, are extremely uncomfortable, can aid slipping n getting hurt, and give u back problems. The answer? Only a woman can. Which in turn reminds me of how stupid this whole deal is. Women get painful threading, waxing, and what not procedures to keep up the illusion that they are born that way. In addition to that they also learn how to make it look like lip glosses stay on for several hours (they dont) and how to get a home pedicure while cooking aloo gobhi for rizwan (they do). Now im not saying we should all go ‘au naturale’ whiskers et all at the next pool party, but can we atleast go low on the terrible heels!
And that said, isnt it freaky that women spend hours n wads of cash on manicures, yet men never remember the color of our nailpolish! The other day riz located my half hidden stash of nailcolors n i think he went blank for a while. ‘I dont ever see u use that stuff!’ ‘thats because i apply it when you r out!’ i say. ’see?’ i flaunted the freshly applied wine colored nails in front of him. ‘really?’and then, with a smile, ‘ thats just freaky.’ It seemed to me like he was saying “really? You were born without color changing magic nails?”
Then again not all men are like that. Some men do know about these things a little more than is neccessary.
We have a friend who is as obviously ‘happy’ (read; gay) as tom cruise has so obviously ‘lost it’. He does in fact remember every shade of nailcolor i have ever worn. He could do a better inventory of my wardrobe than i possibly could. But he likes to play a little game. The ‘i-am-straight-okay’ game. He tries to give out half hearted coos at women, he even throws gay jokes at other people. And the final straw came last week when he told us he was getting engaged- to a girl. This makes me wonder, what is he doing? Why do such ppl not think about the poor woman involved? Isnt this like a crime< God.
Anyway, im gonna cut this right here, and you guys wait for my next blog, which will be about the worlds most stupidest desi blogs. 
for real.
