Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Trophy

It had been a tiring day for me, so my husband graciously offered to make the afternoon tea. Telling me to lie down and rest, he buzzed off towards the kitchen. I gratefully slumped down on the bed and was halfway in the process of closing my eyes when his head popped in through the door. "There's some used tea leaves in the pot. What shall I do with it?" he queried.

"Throw it away and rinse the pot", I replied patiently.

He buzzed off a second time. I was once more about to close my eyes when back he came to ask "How much water's to be boiled ?"

"Two cups", I said and resolutely proceeded to close the eyes. A few moments later he reappeared with the question "How much tea should I put in?"

"Two teaspoons." Off he went again.

Some moments passed. Then came my hero's voice again with yet another question "What's to be put first in the cup ?"

"Sugar, then milk powder, then pour the tea." He hurried away again.

By this time I was really longing for tea. I sat up and waited eagerly. Minutes ticked by. The tea-longing became feverish. Still it kept me waiting.

At last, after some ten minutes' wait, back came my husband, yet unaccompanied by tea cups. Instead, he was shaking a scalded hand. We frantically looked for the elusive Burnol tube that was never found twice in the same place. We tried all the places it had resided in before—under the bed, behind the bookshelf, on the dressing table, inside the shoes, under the pillows —all in vain. In sheer desperation I happened to look into the medicine box where it had never been found before. There it was, playing hide-and-seek. I grabbed the thing by the neck and squeezed it out on the scald. Then the chivalrous knight marched back to the kitchen, determined not to give up the fight though wounded.

At long last he marched back, triumphant and beaming, carrying the trophy—the much awaited tea.
"It calls for a celebration", I said.
"Yes, it's a great victory", he solemnly replied.

18 comments:

aduhi said...

Hahaha!! Good piece. That's a great husband you have there, although his culinary skills seem to need some improvement. Just imagine what would happen if he offered to cook a meal, you'd have to have an ambulance on standby outside your house!!

mesjay said...

Aduhi, believe it or not, he's even learned to make omlette now, sometimes without any accident. He's a real great guy. LOL.

DayDreamBeliever said...

hehe. Methinks you're too much of a superwife, so he doesn't feel compelled to learn how to work in the kitchen. Kudos for the effort at making tea, though.

Sekibuhchhuak said...

Inpa chu avan fel hmel ve aw:-) Chutihrual chuan, thingpui pawh lum thathum thiam vak lo chuan, nupui fel tak anei ani tih a chiang viau lawi si a! ;-D

mesjay said...

Daydreambeliever, me no supper wife. Poor guy, he is being compelled now... just have to make sure my mother in law doesn't come to know it, he he he!

Sekibuhchhuak, kan zei lo dun ani ber e. Mahse chaw chu kan la nghei bik em lo ania. LOL.

luliana said...

At least he tried... :)

mesjay said...

Lulian, he succeeded too.

illusionaire said...

Hahahhaa!!! ok I am coming over tomorrow and I'll teach uncle how to make it properly! lolz, this is funny and cute at the same time :)

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Shahnaz Kimi said...

Men...your post made me laugh and now I am convinced that men being helpless in the kitchen seems to be an universal thing:-)
My husband tries his best to help out too, but the kitchen usually looks like a battleground once he is finished with his chores. Helpless!!

After 10 years I give up and let him do the shopping instead with a list that also list the exact amount, otherwise he calls me 20 times to ask how many kilos of this and that....

mesjay said...

Illusionaire, thanks for the offer and please do <>. But you know, he's found a clever solution; he just takes thingpui sen, which is a lot easier to make.

Shahnaz, interesting, isn't it? When it comes to technical things like fixing a fused wire or machine trouble(at which i'm hopeless),my husband is quite good. And though he does help out a lot due to necessity, the kitchen simply isn't his domain.

Dad Jay said...

In Mumbai food is only a phone call away. That applies to both of us.

Calliopia said...

Gosh, I'd never have imagined Pu Sam was such a klutz in the kitchen hihi. Me I want a man who can handle a microwave oven and bake cakes and cookies and grill chicken and serve me breakfast in bed every morning ;)

mesjay said...

Dadjay, food from fonecall wasn't great, remember?

Calliopia, methinks thou askest too much <>. Canst thou imagine what mayest be asked in return?

Philo said...

A trophy husband indeed. Quite a piece of work...us-huh? Give us annotated instructions and we'd still botch even the most basic of chores.

mesjay said...

Philo, you see how hard a task can get to the un-initiated. So he does deserve the trophy and lots of congratulations, doesn't he?

Jerusha said...

Aww that is the sweetest thing ever! I was actually writing something along these lines...check out this post, and you'll realise you're a lucky woman!~ :)

mesjay said...

Hey Jerusha, thanks for showing me the positive side while i was on the verge of lamenting the tough life.