Smee & Me @ 19…

Friday, November 04, 2016

It has been a week since Diwali… there are 3 gifts from friends… 2 of which are yet unwrapped… and 1 unopened…

Now, Smee (my wife Smita – for the uninitiated), a stickler for all gifts accounted for in life – including Me… and who assigns rightful places in life for all gifts – including Me… has chosen this year to ignore the conscientious act of unwrapping, opening, accounting for and assigning the rightful place… for the gifts – including Me…

Me say ‘including Me’… because ever since Smee and Me chose the wedlock this very week 19 years ago on November 2nd… Me have this eerie feel that Smee always considered Me to be a gift…

Me don’t know why, but Me always want to think positive… Me can never Think what Smee is Thinking of me… Me can only Think of what Me am Thinking of what she COULD be Thinking of me…

And that’s always wishful Thinking…

Me wasn’t wired like this from the beginning… Me mean, ever since Me knew what wiring means…

But marriage does funny things to people…

Imaginez s’il vous plait…

Me was young, single, footloose, fancy-free, living on a shoestring budget, gorging on the gifts of life… and of Diwali… and suddenly Smee would decide to open the Diwali gifts… since 1997…

Smee has always been extremely meticulous in unwrapping gifts… she would approach the act with utmost devotional reverence… perhaps more cautiously than what the bomb-squad teams would, when equipped with all those pliers and cutters, cut through the innards of a bomb…

Looks like that’s what it is then… the exposure of the innards…

When she started unwrapping me after we got married… I did not feel as Soulful as I feel now… she started peeling me layer by layer… getting into the inside of me and my Soul… and showing me the mirror all these 19 years…

Trust me only your wife can do that to you… the first of such victims was Socrates… and the next is Me… nobody in between…

The first thing that Me learnt was Me am inept at 3 things when it came to unwrapping and opening gifts… 1 – how could anyone attack a gift to ruthlessly tear off the wrapper with little or no heed to what’s inside and how that could get spoilt (a function of the BODY)… 2 – not appreciate the thought and faith behind the gift that was given (of the MIND)… and 3 – how could anyone NOT note down – deep down in one’s soul, the price, and the value thereof, of that gift which is usually masked by the giver (a function of the SOUL)

Now, Smee would carefully open the gift… say a few words with devout passion in appreciation of what and why the gift was given… and then note down how the gift giver needs to be repaid…

Of course not immediately, but Smee relishes giving gifts on such occasions as, when this person remarried… or when one of her friends drove her husband nuts… or when she discovers one of my Beer Buddies is moving out of my life into another city or country… and such other immortal occasions…

For Smee, when gifts are received… they must be repaid… with a vengeance… and vengeance has a value… the SOUL thing

For Me, when gifts are received… Smee must open them… Me am soulless…

Smee would note down the price… or the perceived value of the gift… many of our friends are principled fraudsters… they would scratch the price tag on the gift article in such a way that tells you that they have been diligent at the act of scratching… the price tag, I mean… yet, would leave enough hint as to the money that they paid to get the gift through to us… it’s like the length of the lungi… long enough to hide the Tamilian Male Thunder Thighs… yet, short enough to reveal the Socks and the Hawai Chappals…

Smee’s microscopic vision catches the finer details of the scratched price tags… the SOUL thing…

Me would often forget the price value equation… Me would simply trick my fraudster friends with an equally perplexing gift – of course, after calculating the Inflation Index…

Smee would sniff and feel through the gift… she would have this hunch what’s inside… and then she would take an intuitive call not to open the gift for various reasons… 1 – this is not the right time for opening this one, this might get spoilt due to oxidation, air pollution or simply – human glare… 2 – this is not the right gift for us, perhaps our children, when they grow up might find better use of it… 3 – looks like somebody else may benefit from this gift more than Smee and Me… like our distant cousins who keep calling us once in a lifetime – we could pass this gift off to them and hope the SAME gift doesn’t come back to us in the next life…

… and 4 – and this takes the cake… Smee would know from a sniff that this is actually the SAME gift that she gave to somebody in her last life… the SOUL thing…

Me, despite my canine orientation and behavioral patterns, would stay away from sniffing and smelling… how Soulless…

Smee would preserve the gift wrappers… we have a pile of them at home… and reuse when wrapping another gift that gets given later… looks shabby at times… but what the heck – it’s what’s inside that really matters – not the wrapper…

So, has Smee been peeling me layer by layer all these 19 years just to ensure what’s inside me really matters… and to keep that in tune with times… changing life stages of the body and the mind…

We still have our Wedding Costumes well preserved… the wrapped exteriors that we gifted ourselves… unwrapped and wrapped again…

How SOULFUL…!

Happy Weekend…

Ravi Kodukula

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