It all started with a guy from city of Multan marrying two women within 24 hours and arguments were given both in favor and in opposition of polygamy. I was disgusted with his act or at least that was the impression I tried giving my wife. I condemned his act and strongly criticized his behavior as my wife with a brand new knife was chopping off onions sitting right next to me. She was keeping an eye on my comments and I knew I had very little margin of error, a little slip of tongue and I will be replacing onions.
As I am entirely dependent on my wife’s cooking abilities I just can not afford to antagonize her because you never know when she might consider a rat killing poison a main ingredient for my chicken biryani. I have no intentions of having my Last Supper yet. If you think that I am afraid of my wife, well let me tell you something there are two types of men , one: those who fear their wives and live happy married life and second who do not fear end up getting divorced or dead.
While she is enjoying her vacation in Pakistan and now that I am out of her missile range I can freely and safely comment on this whole episode. Monogamy is just too cruel a rule; I think its just human rights violation. I was always fascinated with the idea of second marriage actually more than the first itself. When you are getting married first time it’s really not that a big deal but when you walk down the isle second time you draw attention towards yourself. Some women may look at you with disgust and some may consider you a future opportunity. Men will always look at you with awe written all over their faces.
I am not going to discuss its religious or social aspects; I am more interested in its psychological aspect. Women so often question the honesty and sincerity of those men who go after other women even when they are married already, the thing is men are born hunters , we like to hunt to kill and after marriage one feels like getting KFC home delivery everyday. Especially after having children women tend to focus more on them and some times they become so indulged in their kids that they unconsciously overlook their husband’s desires and needs. They forget that men never grow old emotionally; in every man there lies a teenager who loves flirting and wooing. When they find their skills are no more useful at home they go out and find new missions. It is the very reason that Bani-Israel asked God to stop sending Man-o-salwa so they could grow their own onions and garlic. Moral of the story is, it’s not about one, two or four it’s just Dil Mangay More.
Note: I hope Pakistan is still having power failure so my wife may not be able to read this blog and if it is not the case consider it as my last as I travel to Pakistan next week.