Arabs are indeed a bunch of lucky dudes….Not only because they dig petrol from barren places but also because they can marry as many times as they want to, provided they stick to number 4 by divorcing the odd one out. I have often pondered how it would be to live with 4 wives, all of them young, pretty and HOT, no matter how old you get. Perhaps it’s my testosterone which makes me think this way, but on a humane level I wonder how a man can leave his wife, just like that. Is sex so important in life that you spend a fortune on it? ( an Arab has to shell-out a ton of money as man-dowry).Will my sensitivity allow a thing like this?
The other day, after a bitter fight, I told my wife: If you think you don’t need me, if you think you are better-off without me, then let’s get a divorce. And she agreed on it, and I left the house for office in silence.
After few hours I was all regret and sad and apologetic at my temper, though as they say ‘it takes two to tango’ ( Hindi-taali ek haath se nahi bajti). I looked at my mobile wallpaper and stared at the lady and a small girl in her lap, and thought this is the same woman I thought I loved the most. I thought of all the time spent with her, and I felt sad and had a strong wish to go and hug her.
I don’t think I have enough Arab in me to marry several times. I am an emotional bloody-fool. I am stuck with one woman and will be for the rest of my life. I can never leave her, coz I love her, even if I want to. Even if she tries to divorce me I would beg her not to leave me. I will climb a water tank, ala Dharmendra in Sholey, and shout suicide warnings and convince her to take me back as husband. Shame on me!
See why I admire Arabs? They are the only true ‘Men’ left in the world and tame enough women to their hearts desire. I wish I was born an Arab, at least in my next birth, and for that reason I believe in reincarnations. Amen.