Staging a stag ....25th March2019


Staging a Stag

The euphoria of the evening had not yet settled in .The play which was the centre piece of our lives for the past few week staged out to be the talk of the town.It was a huge success. Amita had flown in for the weekend to be a part of the bandwagon at the risk of losing her job in aamchi mumbai. She would die for her friends.
Watching the play draw out magnificently, standing at the back as volunteers our minds chorused , we need to celebrate this success with the right ‘spirit’ and soak our tired bones. After the chest thumping rituals with the club members we drove back home, leaving each one of them to revel in the moment in peace. Not before I lashed out my intentions...we are celebrating....later.
Amita watched my face go pale as I went over the message on my cell. It was a no brainier that we would be invited soon for this party soon enough. She snatched the phone from my hands . It was the desired invitation for the party heralding the virtues of keeping their respective spouses locked up back home when they stomp into the party zone.
“ I am serious about the stag thing”....... The last line blew her away. She was not inducted into the fold but had always wore the badge of association with pride. The proud woman tried hard to disguise her tears as she prodded me into going for the usual mallu ‘ gay’ abandonment. This girl of mine could hold a glass with aplomb than most of the males in the group and I could feel her being sorry for me. Fought the fire in myself by concocting a message back ...I had to be excused myself out of the celebration that night and I won’t be leaving her side as she had to fly back the next day. The pictures and videos floated in as the evening drifted ,and  I watched  vicariously in amazement at the ‘stag party’. I tried convincing Amita that it was a spelling mistake which caused all the heartburn.
“ I am serious about the stage thing”.....She curled back into her blanket as she had to catch the morning flight. A huge lacuna enveloped me as I showed her way into the taxi. I just read a week back about a management guru purporting the idea of writing down your woes on a piece of paper and burning them. Thought I would do the same, but with a twist. 
Perhaps it is a ‘stage’ thing that’s bothering me. It was me who used to preach to my wife like Lord Buddha not to expect anything in return for the love you give. This Buddha refuses to be the budhu. The stag in me is staggering at this stage and it’s high time I realised that ....it’s time for me to stage my show. Morning times are a perfect bliss when you relieve yourselves of all your woes.Amen
A maverick at heart

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