
I have decided that I need a wife. And no. I am not gay. Let me explain. A wife, the good old-fashioned kind, I have come to realise, is one of the prime necessities of life. Of course, men always knew it. But in these days of equal opportunity, why should women not be the beneficiaries of what is arguably one of women8217;s greatest gifts to mankind? If convenience can be a time-honoured reason for marriage, why make gender an issue?
I am sure that I qualify 8212; I am as unreasonable and impossible as any man.
On the upside, I love shopping. And I have a clue or two to what women want.
Then why can8217;t I have a wife? Someone preferably like my grandmother, who never gave her husband any trouble as long as she had a free hand with the household, and which sensible husband would ever object to that!. Admitted, her home would never have made it to housekeeping glossies, but I still have fond memories of her hot luchis and delicious mutton curry. And she always remembered to boil me an egg when I went visiting.
Of course, I would make no such demand of my wife 8212; unless she absolutely insists.
The requirements, in the main, are simple. She will have to look after my home and 8212; to be adopted 8212; kid and dog; have my favourite dishes ready when I come home; have a ready ear when I want to hold forth and have sympathy for my pet peeves.
For my part, I will be generous. I will not be a couch potato during cricket season. I will not spend the after-work hours in a pub with booze buddies okay, just the weekends. I will watch sentimental flicks and have vats of gossip to dish out. I will even call it an 8216;open marriage8217; if she promises not to elope.
As offers go, that I think is reasonable.
So dear reader, in case you are not available, will you introduce me to your grandmother?