I have never understood women who
state loftily, “My hubby is my best friend” in social do’s and more importantly
where everyone who does not stay in Mars is found these days, i.e. – Facebook.
Seriously?
First of all I am not fond of
husbands being called Hubby; it sounds pretty wannabe. And secondly lady, how
can you not have managed to get yourself a best friend all these years, given
that the average age of maiden marriage among urban Indian women have risen to 22.2
years? All the years in school, neighbourhood parks, inter school fests,
tuition classes you never made a friend who could be promoted to the best
friend category? You waited for holy matrimony to grant you a best friend?
N-I-C-E.
Of course these women remind me
of those girls during my teens, who claimed, ‘My mother is my best friend’.
Yawn. Like you discuss everything with mothers! I mean those girls were so tedious
they should have killed themselves for inflicting such boredom on others and I had
just started feeling lucky that I don’t need to interact with such types
anymore but hell no! At my ripe old age I still come across these mind numbing
ones.
How can a husband equate a best
friend? Yes, if one has married well, by ‘well’
I mean a moderately sane guy, a husband can definitely be one of you trusted,
dependable friend, who doubles up as a responsible housemate and an
affectionate co-parent. But best friend….nah.
Best friends are born when one
person says to another, “You too? Ha, I thought I was the only one!” Yes that
is how you define a BFF. That person who knows all your scams dude; the person
who has seen you with the most horrible haircut, knows your family’s mess (and
trust you me most families have some secrets or the other), well aware of the
stupidest fling you had and is the first person you call up when you need to
crib about your mother-in-law unreasonable behaviour. Thirty plus years on this
planet I have witnessed that at some point most mother-in-laws do behave
unreasonably; I mean for God’s sake even your own mother does. And yes you crib
about your own mother to your best friend too. That friend is also the one you
nudge when you come across once in five years, a real Hot (with capital H) guy.
And then again best friends don’t
go on a diet because you are fat. I know men who had to enrol in ‘couple diets’
or some such silly sounding programme because wifey (another wannabe
terminology) needed to fit in some strange dress for cousin’s wedding. I am not
joking.
Best friends are okay with you
even when they have seen your ugliest, meanest side. They do not approve of it,
but they still tolerate you. I dare any of those ‘Hubby best friend’ types to
show their real, absolutely unabashed creepy self to their spouses. One never
does. Marriage in a strange way always has a veneer of political correctness. You can get angry and call your best an ass**e.
Can you seriously get away calling your husband names when angry?
Maybe the women with best friend
husbands don’t have secrets to share. Or maybe they live in those nice bubble
houses where everything is always perfect and always fine.
Except methinks they are missing
out on fun. For God’s sake Husbands take you out for lunch, best friends eat up
our lunch as and when they are hungryJ.
They act as a therapist, a sibling you never had (for the only child like yours
truly), your mom when mommy love is not immediately available and yes at times
they act your worst enemy because they push you that much harder to excel.
I for one am happy to have one
BFF, some real close friends and of course an old alcohol buddy cum loafing
partner as a Husband. And thank God, these categories have not merged into one
person.
However, my BFF and Husband both
have names that start with ‘S’; coincidence that’s it.
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