We have a weird society, where we don’t prepare man and woman for a happy and healthy family life. It is lack of education, proper training, their interaction, social values, marriage system, research on social issues or whatever, most of our marriages end up at midlife crisis at middle age.
Women, usually share their feelings and complains with their families, friends, colleagues, but unfortunately men can’t. But it doesn’t mean that men’s needs are catered well in their marriages and other relationships. Their lives are more miserable because they can’t voice themselves outside their homes or very intimate circle. They also want to be heard, understood and loved like all human beings regardless of gender. I came across some observations:
I saw tears rolling down his eyes. I was stunned, never expecting an icon crying. Sitting on the seat next to me at DHA cinema house, he helped himself through a tissue paper. Who can expect the king of a business empire crying while on the love scenes of a latest movie? What is the matter? My mind was swinging between spectrum of answers, but didn’t dare to ask,” What happened?” He was 52, my boss, and a dynamic and shrewd person, visiting my branch for the first time.
“Sorry”, finally he said.
“I sometimes feel very vulnerable to see love movies. Usually, I avoid love stories.” We left the modern architecture of the cinema house behind us and moved to the parking lot.
“You know, I hate this Love Thing.” He laughed brokenly.
“You hate Love?” I blurted out mindlessly.
“I mean, why?” I corrected myself, rephrasing.
“Saw my mom dying from cancer at the age of 7. No, siblings. A quiet childhood. A very busy and active college and professional life. Three failed marriages. No kids. Until now I feel incapable of loving anyone. Still sometimes the past hurts.” There was a sudden pause. His smile was colorless, boxing up all his autobiography and saving his word count.
I was completely numb and speechless.
“May I come in, Sir?” I inquired.
“Yeah, sure!” He picked up my assignment from his table and said, “Glad that your poem ‘showed rather than told’. This time, I would like you to move towards metaphoric use of language.”
“Ok,” I looked for words.
“There is no one in our country to teach us the real technique, but you. No one even easily understands your approach and methodology, here. You must be feeling suffocated and regretting to come back to your country from the West.” I dressed my thought into words.
“No”, he smiled graciously, buying a moment to think before he spoke again.
“Good to know something can be taught”. He answered briefly.
“I won’t be at home next week as am going outstation on a business tour.” She looked up to her handsome husband, who spoke a few words after a long time.
“Did we really have a love marriage?” She stared at him pensively.
“Then why are you getting so cranky and workaholic?” She did not waste her words this time. She knew none of her words could stir anything in him.
He was a best dad, an amazing provider, but his stubbornness was horrifying. He pushed her too hard to join him at his gym class and lend him a hand in his professional work, but how could she deny her real self. It was just not her type. She knew she had other strong qualities, an incredible person, a matchless housewife and a full-time mom of 2 great kids. So what if she can’t accompany him at gym and with his work? But he would never understand.
Yeah, he understood, the day he found the companion of his life, Aroosa, though not his wife. A memory brightened his smile.
He looked at his watch for the last time. Still there was no sign of his wife. It was the biggest event of his life and he wished his wife to be there for him. Finally, his name was announced as the new President of his business company. His achievements were mentioned at the International Conference and he was applauded by his audience for 3 long minutes continuously. He stepped down and saw his wife chatting with someone near the entrance. Gradually, she reached him, smiled and said, “Congrats.”
“Oh Aazer, Congratulations! Your success story was amazing. You are a real hero and well deserved for the post!” Approached Aroosa with a glowing face. She was a new manager, talented and ambitious ahead of her years.
“Thanks.” He said humbly and a smile touched both his eyes and lips at the same time.
“You know, I also have some ideas to share with you. Talk to you later at the office.” She said warmly.
“Sure. Join me at tea break tomorrow.” He agreed pleasantly.
“Done!” Her smile was infectious.
Terrified, he entered his home. His wife was busy as usual; instructing the servants, disciplining the kids or on cell phone. Her confident manly voice was spreading every corner of their home.
“Again this masculine voice?” He felt irritated.
“Today, late again? Remember today we are expecting Baji (your elder sister)? I was going to remind you.” She put the cell phone on the side board.
He smiled sheepishly.
“Ok, today, I sent your resume to the Candy-Ate, the multi-national food chain. And, asked my cousin to pursue it strongly. Hopefully, you will get a managerial job there.”
“Why? Did I ask you to do so?” He got upset instantly.
“Oho, why are you making so much fuss? I am doing it so that you progress quickly.” She explained.
“But I am happy with where I am.” He resisted.
“Don’t be silly. Just realize how fortunate you are to have me. Now just see how I make you successful even beyond your imagination. You should simply thank me and grab the opportunity.” She said proudly.
He turned his annoyed face away and put his car keys in the side-table drawer. There was silence for a while.
“Don’t worry, everything will be all right. Just change yourself and be ready for Baji. And listen, wear your blue embroided shalwar qameez. It suits you a lot.” She instructed and left the room.
He felt that his star came under the ruling planet Venus!