Why Disha is better than my wife.....

I disliked it when my wife gave me driving directions. I could take all her attitude but could not take it when she gave me directions. When we slowed down at an intersection, wondering to take a right or left…. She would, without even being asked would tell – ‘Take right’ and I would take a left, just to prove her wrong and we would end up wasting at-least half-an-hour going around and finally stop at the gas station asking for direction. Yes. She was right, we should have taken the right at that intersection. No! Its not always like that… she gives wrong directions too but that goes un-noticed during arguments.

When we got married, we had hardly any reason to fight or argue amongst us. We had similar interest, similar tastes etc. She never complained at my drinking or the vulgar jokes I cracked when with friends. We were perfect – made for each other. This remained until we took the long drive to Florida (from Atlanta). The drive went well. We were armed with ‘map-quest’ maps with turn-by-turn directions. Everything went fine until we reached a ‘de-tour’ sign. There was some road construction and the roads were blocked. I was completely out of all sense of direction. Not used to thinking if we are going North or South or East or West….. I was suddenly stuck and embarrassment flowing down as sweats from forehead… decided to drive by intuition. ‘Follow the car ahead of you’ was the policy I used. It did not work out well. It was then I started to see the true nature and color of my wife…. she became mean and started to give me directions. I would say – ‘What do you know…. You do not even know driving and you are giving me directions??? Huh?’ Yes! That was the last time I said that, since then, I have just said that in my mind, never dared to speak openly. Anyways, I always went the opposite side to what my wife said. Sometimes, it worked and she would say, ‘I intentionally told you the wrong way, so that you will take the right turn’. I would say – ‘Venda toa. Samartyam venda’ (Don’t try to act smart). All our arguments started here and the pain of insult remained in me and I carried it to everything else… I would find fault in her cooking…. ‘Is that sambar or rasam?’ She would prepare coffee and I would say the tea is not good, she would prepare chicken and I would say why is the fish like this….I can’t differentiate your cooking… all food tastes the same'. I would not miss an opportunity in praising my friend’s wife’s cooking. Our marital woes had started and from ‘made-for-each-other’ changed to ‘fate-for-each-other’… cursing our fate on whom we married. I would think, ‘Were my parents blind when they choose her for me? What were they thinking? Just to get rid of their responsibility they selected her or what!!! At least I should have taken some dowry.’ She too would say the same thing back to me altering the words here and there.

Well, everything is history now. After Disha came to our life, life is good. She has changed everything for me. She has stopped those fights between me any my wife. She is always with me when I go out. I prefer to go out with her rather than my wife. She looks good, thin and beautiful. She is good in directions too. Well behaved .. never hurts my ego, never argues, never insults, does not talk with that ‘tone’. No mood swings or attitude. She has never let me down... giving right directions always. She has affected my marriage with my wife too. The happiness Disha gives me outside my home, I carry it to inside my home and spread it across to my wife. My wife is happy too. And when time came to intoduce Disha to my wife, my heart skipped a beat .... and my wife.... she too was excited to see Disha - our new GPS Navigation system.