The event described below happened more than a decade ago when J was expecting our first child D. One of the usual features of this pregnancy was that J barely put on any weight. Most people would not guess that she was pregnant especially if she was sitting. And when the lady joined civilization 6 weeks later most people would not believe that she has just delivered a baby.
Most pregnant spouses usually get pampered but not in our house. J still cooked the best meals and our friends use to comment on how well I held up under the pregnancy. One day she made Idli and Sambar. Our friend Ravi K had come that evening to check on us. Ravi is a funny guy although his humor sometimes takes a juvenile turn. I believe that jokes about bodily functions (such as crapping) stops being funny post teen-age after which jokes take the form of sexual innuendoes. In Ravi's case the former type of jokes are yet to lose their appeal. So we suffer.
Getting back to the idli and sambar, J suggested that we eat our idlis hot and we acquiesced gracefully. We must have been very hungry or the food extremely delicious or both. The next thing we remember is J telling us that there was no more idlis left!! We ate so much that we left nothing for a pregnant woman!! Suffice to say neither of us are very proud of this episode in our life.
Saturday, February 02, 2008
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1 comment:
Good post. But I don't understand what this has to do with Ravi's sense (or lack of) humor?
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