Little things you do for me

The little things you do for me.. n nobody else make me feel good.... little things you do for me... making me smile n no one else could...! that's why i like to sit next to you...., and hear your mad stories, i know they're not true.. and i like that we share a secret or two ......together....! little things you do for me.. -

Sing along people, this jingle from a Vodafone ad is what inspired this post of mine. Post marriage, my life was thrown upside down. I was used to the "served on your plate-don't darn care how "attitude and I struggled under huge pile of responsibilities. I had a whole house to manage after office and that realization took a toll on me. I was heard complaining and sometimes shedding a tear or two, accusing my husband of being non-cooperative. While I toiled hard in the kitchen to churn out a new dish, he simply sat on the bean bag enjoying Arnab's stupid nonsensical debate. I was used to seeing my dad helping my mom out in kitchen, but here I was taking care of a child-man. After a point in time, I stopped complaining, but made a point to appreciate myself on gatherings of friend's and family of my ability to run the house singlehandedly. I was THE SUPERWOMAN!!!

Roll forward to the present, with all the drama of shifting and packing in my life, my brother came to stay along for couple of weeks. Weeks of companionship for me and torture for him. Did I mention that he is an awesome cook? (Lucky his wife). Well, I get to relish his handmade samosa and vada every evening, but the good part ends right there. He leaves the kitchen A WARZONE!!!with peeled vegetables carelessly thrown everywhere to a I-Don't-Know-what-to-call-it condition of dining table. I would have spend much time to cook all these items than clean up later. The room in which he stays is far worse than a pig coop now, with wet towels rolled in shape of a football, his sheets crumbled to the sides...aah..nightmare at it's best. Well it set me thinking...my husband though has border OCD, he never messes up the room, he likes everything in place just like I do and that my friends was one aspect I didn't boss when my husband was around. His borderline OCD, eased things out for me, I never had to run looking for my shoes or the comb cause I was sure that it wouldn't move from it's place. Well G, I miss your OCD.

Laundry!!!never knew it existed up until now. For the past one year fairy god mother kept on filling my wardrobe with fresh clothes to wear each day, the laundry bag was a namesake and the clothes smelled like fresh daisies, no really it's the fabric conditioner :D. Well, it took me a move and shift to realise that the fairy god mother was indeed my husband :(. Now, even the second laundry bag is over-flowing and I really don't have much space to buy the third one, so I swung into action, decided to do laundry myself. One slight problem though!!has the red kurtha has a tendency to loose the color?. Can I put the white one with the purple one, which mode should I put in??aagh the hundred million dollar questions. Each time I am stuck I have to give a ring to Cochin to get my answers. Well G, I miss your laundry man skills.

The maid opens her mouth only for two thing, either to complain, or two ask for the payment due. Well, lately she has been loving the former and I feel pushed to one corner, neither can she understand what I am trying to say nor can I decipher her mother tongue  My hero, though could easily converse with the maid with a mix of hindi-kannada-tamil-and malayalam all thrown together as a kichdi. I leave our flat by 8 and husband who leaves by 9 used to take care of handling the maid and her tantrums. With my weakness exposed, the maid is taking full advantage of my situation and pretend that she doesn't understand even the sign language I try for her amusement. Well G, I miss your people management skills :(.

So friends, I have reached the end of this post and have some valuable life lessons to share. To those of you who think that you do the whole housework, no!!!it's always the small things that matters, small gestures, and marriage my friends is always an effort put in by two people to make things work for  a lifetime.