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Shvoong Home>Books>Husbands are (not) always like that! Review

Husbands are (not) always like that!

Book Review   by:babe     Original Author: pratibha
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When I was to be married,it

used to be real joy to hear just anything under the sun

about my to-be hubby.My new family was familiar to an

extent, to that of mine.I had little idea about his

socialising..that he loved helping people out and that
his

own work often took a backseat when it came to
prioritising

his tasks.

In the heart of my hearts,I was enthusiastic about

marrying a man with no selfish ends to meet in today's

world where we find everyone around us concerned about

their own petty concerns.He,atleast,has time for
something

worthwhile..I thought.

And we tied the nuptial knot..I came into this new,
big

joint family of mine,very well known in the scholastic

circle in the city and outside.

Initial 2-3 years were very demanding and I could
hardly

afford to be with him,and was mostly busy fulfilling
family

obligations,not surprisingly, like most of the normal

Indian bahus!

But as the time passed by,a hitherto unnoticed

realization started nagging me bitterly.I was being

marginalised in his life..we spent very little or at
times

no time at all with each other.

Gradually my concentration power weakened and my
first

love..my studies suffered.And then the responsibilities
of

home and children!..I lost my confidence in almost all

things,even in those things that I once enjoyed doing

inspite all odds.

Not surprisingly then,I started fighting with him
every

now and then;would not talk to him for days;would
shriek

out at children and at the most,I would make myself
look

ill in order to drag his attention.But all through
this, he

looked little perplexed..talking to me,helping me out
in

the kitchen for a while,making funny faces at me to
make me

smile.. and before I could surrender to his act of

benevolence,someone was there knocking at the
door"M...ji

hain kya?"His uninterrupted phone calls left me
helpless.

Sometimes I would burst out saying "You do so much
for

them,but mind you,the same people will turn a blind eye
to

your needs.And remember that."BUT..his cool n calm
reply

would put me into sheer silence.He would say"Dear, I
don't

do anything because the same is going to pay me back in

future.but somehow it comes naturally to me and when I
have

enough resources,then what is the problem?Not everyone
gets

this opportunity.And it is you whom I will turn to for
any

kind of support and not anybody else."

And gradually as I got to know him better and his

surroundings,all this seemed to me unavoidable.People

around him are less lifestyle conscious and more
conscious

towards their social behaviour and life.

From him,having spent most of his years in the
city,I

could not have expected less.

And when I see people coming from far away
places,and

returning with a broad smile on their faces,all my woes
are

gone.
Published: June 02, 2006   
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