A tiff

What does one do when a couple has exactly opposite tastes in movies? Its the worst thing that can happen to a couple actually. No no, its not all that bad if he was Bong and she a Mallu. Never mind the fact that her mother insisted  he wore a veshti in the wedding, and his mom created a ruckus over the white saree she chose. Even eating the awesome Rui maach in coconut oil is okay once in a while. And he was also ok with having curd after coconut oil Maach-Bhaat. But what the hell does one do in front of the TV, with different films to watch on a  weekend? Its bad, really. Especially when she wants to watch PS I love You, and he is sulking that he hasn’t had an opportunity to watch Quantum of Solace, yet. 

They fight. She cries. Old grudges are unwrapped and presented on a plate. Go ahead. Eat it. Didn’t you once tell her in one of those wooing dates that you had watched Gone With The Wind 25 times? Now eat the bloody lie. Eat it, she says. He  had even gone on record telling her that, his idea of a perfect evening was, having her head on his lap, while he stroked her hair, and they both watched endless romantic flicks back to back, nibbling on Lays Sour Cream & Onion. Forget watching those flicks, he wants the entire couch to himself. The week end is threatened to be ruined. She forewarns that she will take the TV into her room. It was hers anyway. Hadn’t she gifted  him the TV on his birthday?  So it had been her money, after all. A Sony Bravia doesn’t come cheap. She had paid installments for a 8 long months, and look how he was behaving. So she threatens to retract her gift. He chides her of her taste in films- soppy girlie stuff, he says. She sobs louder.  You never really loved me, she cries. What had love got to do with all this, he yells back.

What more must he go through, he thought. Fish in coconut oil was a torture enough, a weekend over Harry met Sally types was totally not his cuppa tea. He blames all his friends who said Bongs and Mals made great couples.

It didn’t really matter what they ate, if they didn’t like the same kind of films, life goes for a full bloody toss. Grumbling, he goes for a game of cricket.

 

(Of course, in a few week’s we see a brand new Panasonic Vierra in the living room.This one is 10 inches bigger than the Bravia. He insisted on buying it all by himself. He wanted to be safe this time- he doesn’t tell her that, silly. Happy moments again.  Both, cosy on their couch, watching Grey’s Anatomy. The weekend is  a distant 4 days away. Meanwhile, peace lurks. Its immaterial that, when the weekend will eventually arrive, there will be another tiff, despite the fact that there were two TVs in the house. ‘What’s the point of watching a film if you can’t watch it together’, she yells….that’s how it starts yet again)