The Drama Queen

We are going to complete 17 years of blissful togetherness, soon. Sounds long, right? To be honest, I feel like I was married only till my first munchkin came along. I got SO busy with my cupcake that I hardly had time for myself. Now when I look back, I feel that my dear husband would have felt totally neglected. Then, along came the other apple of my eye. I was busy trying to balance both the kiddos... I hardly had time to breathe. Oh, wait.... deep breathing was all that I would do...! So, going back to the number of years of my marriage... we have been married for only three years. The other 14 years we have been trying to survive. Politely. Grudgingly. Heart-warmingly. Sometimes just waiting for the days to end out of sheer exhaustion from the diaper changes and the school rush and the evening classes and the endless bedtime songs and the bath-time struggles and you-love-your-firstborn-more and sometimes.... well, just with the dark circles from the sleepless nights of...

Oh, a Corporate Woman dressed in all formal, Heels all spiked and a bag oh-so-flashy; Wonder what happened to her child’s science journal, Does she even care when the money minted is so splashy? Her efficiency skills appear almost paranormal, But the time she spends with her family is just trashy. Does she even know what it is to be a wife or a daughter-in-law, Ms. MNC does have many a flaw!   Oh, yeah! She’s JUST a stay-at-home Mom, With an army of support staff at her command; Tying her messy bun with aplomb, Filling in tirelessly for many a demand; She has not an iota of qualm, About her curry being spicy or bland. We wonder why she is wasting her education, Ms. Luxury certainly has a life of vacation. She leaves her kids at the day care, She helicopters her munchkins way too much; She has no time to spare, She has no job at home, as such. She is hardly ever seen wearing anything ethnic or decent, She is always draped in a sari; ...