Folks, today’s discussion is going to be a little personal. Of course, I use the word discussion, but it’s only me doing the pontification. I mean you, dear reader, can write to the editor, (and your letters are welcome, even though we don’t actually read them), however, its just one point of view that must be shared here. Oh, and by one point of view I mean my wife’s view, which in that wonderful institution, built on a democratic principle, marriage, is the one and only point of view allowed. So, back to this er…… one-sided discussion.
Yesterday, which could be the day before, depending on when you read this column, the wife, whose name and identity must be hidden and kept a secret, (as my wife Ayesha, doesn’t like people to know her name in the first place, a very un-instaa stand, if you ask me), sat me down on the couch. Now, when I say sat me down, what I mean is threw me to the couch, like Rustom threw Sorab in Matthew Arnold’s epic poem. (Ok and please my wife’s name is not Rustom, not yet at least). To be fair, she always does this when she wants my undivided attention. As anyone can tell from my writing, I have a huge problem in trying to pay attention. Consequently, this problem gets effortlessly transferred to my readers. Who, by now, are clearly not paying any.
Yet the wife, (Ayesha, Rustom, why be petty), had a strong message for me, which to emphasise more clearly, she shared while standing on my feet. Apparently, I may be in a feature film that will probably be released before the year is out, and the wife thought that in case, I became an overnight film star, (the likelihood is 7%), I need to do an image makeover.
