Missis! Isn't that what he calls me? Oh, by the way, I'm the long suffering protagonist of this blog. I finally got the password out of the husband and decided to use this blog to set things right.
But first, hi to all of you. I've read most of the comments and you people sound like a sweet bunch of guys. Just the kind of credulous, trusting simple people who would easily swallow the lies that my adorable but economical-with-the-truth husband dishes out.
I am not the Stalin-cum-Mao Tse Tung that he makes me out to be. But the bits about him being a complete buffoon are quite accurate. And it is not just me who feels that way. I'll give you an example.
The other day, Naren took his mom and aunt to the doctors. On their way back, it started pouring. Naren dropped them in the foyer and went to park the car in the parking lot, which is about 50 feet away.
Naren's mom, who is convinced that this 43 year old 76 kg heavy man will catch a cold if more than 10 raindrops fall on his head, begged him to use the umbrella (there is one in the car) on his way from the parking lot to the building. They took the elevator up.
Five minutes later, Naren walked into the house, drenched as usual.
"Naren! Didn't you use the umbrella?", mom asked.
Naren remarked, sarcastically, that he used the umbrella to walk from the car to the building and since it was the car umbrella, walked back to the car, put the umbrella in and walked back.
And you know what? They believed him. Both his mother and his aunt believed that he walked back with the umbrella, then went back to the car, kept the umbrella inside it and then walked back to the building.
I rest my case.