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Archive for December, 2006



Tarot Q&A - “Will my dream restaurant project suceed?”


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Scharada BailScharada Bail is a writer, columnist and IT professional who has been practicing Tarot in Chennai since 1998. Scharada lives and works in Chennai and will answer queries relating to love, marriage, professional and personal growth through Tarot. You can post your Tarot queries here.

 

The Gifting Dilemma


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The Gifting DilemmaOne thing I have generally found quite often in my married and unmarried male friends – when they are wearing a particularly colourful, charming and becoming shirt or outfit, it is one that has been bought for them by a wife/girlfriend/mother/sister. The cobalt blue, or khaki green or vivid red garment may make them look really wonderful, but it is often not one they would have chosen for themselves. Men often tend to shop for the same colours that have served them well – browns, blues, greys and similar dull stuff. Of course, this is changing for the better in today’s fashion and designer influenced times. But on the whole, men who would normally wear dull brown checks and who are suddenly spotted in parrot green are being utter darlings. Dutiful and affectionate towards their female relatives, these men display an endearing trait of accommodating or adjusting behaviour, at least when it comes to gifts received from near ones. 

Which is a lot more than can be said of any ordinary woman. Advertising agencies and marketing men spend crores of rupees showing the expression of a woman whose husband has just bought her diamonds/washing machine/gold jewellery/a new detergent. This expression of delight, wonder, and gratification, must be making a lot of men happy. They must also be getting more determined to see it on their own wife’s face. 

Suggestion Boxes in Marriage? Hmm…


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Suggestion BoxNayantara is one of those compulsively ‘suggesting’ persons I know. Every time one spends a half hour in her company, the likelihood is that she will find something to suggest in terms of how one can improve one’s work, personal life, appearance, efficiency etc. etc. If one were to go by Nayantara’s suggestions, one would assume she is the most successful, beautiful, happy, accomplished persons in the world. The truth, of course, is otherwise.

Making suggestions for the improvement of others is a pastime that really appeals to us human beings. When we suggest something to another, it automatically puts us on a higher plane, or so we think. Reassured by these visions of our superiority, we continue to ‘suggest’ unchecked, every chance we find, till one day someone actually takes offence and picks a violent fight with us.  

It is most unfortunate if that person happens to be the one most precious to us, that is, a partner or spouse.

‘Not Tonight, I Have A Headache!’


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Love and CompanionshipThis classic bedroom line epitomizes a real problem area of difference between men and women. While a man and woman may leap into bed with equal enthusiasm as newlyweds (the term is only descriptive – their feelings are never likely to be identical at any point!) the passing years of marriage see the emergence of uneven levels of sexual appetite.

“I always feel as if we are having enough, or more than enough sex, but my husband always feels as if we are having less,” says soft-spoken Anita, who runs a successful boutique. “I used to think this was just the way we were, till one day recently I realized that we are actually only having sex about three times a month. For the first time in over ten years of marriage, I began to be concerned. Maybe its time we did something about it.”

The diminishing level of sex in her marriage is hardly surprising. Anita’s is virtually an eighteen hour day. She wakes early, is responsible for seeing her son off to school, and ensuring her in-laws are comfortable, before rushing to the boutique. Back home for lunch, she does not rest in the afternoon, just sees everything is ‘all right’ before going back and returning past eight pm. “By the time we have our dinner, finish watching TV, I’m just thinking about a peaceful sleep. Sex seems such a duty, that I invariably find myself hoping that my husband will not want it.”

The Perils of Parking Lots


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Perils of Parking LotsHaving learnt to drive at a mature age, and only in the face of dire necessity, I cannot say that it is one of the things I most enjoy doing. Of course, on a Sunday morning or afternoon, with the roads cleared of excess traffic, it is wonderful to be cruising along in my wine-red car, with the latest hits from ‘Radio Mirchi’ enlivening the moment. But at other times, where the slight slope on a traffic light makes me slide backwards towards an auto only a nano-millimeter away behind me, and the said auto driver begins a furious onslaught with both horn and gunthroat, I feel that driving is the absolute pits. 

I also have a decent collection of scratches on the less than two year old surface of my car – some inflicted by my encounters with tricycle carts, some by my daughter and son’s brushes with other moving objects while they drove. Its obvious that driving around, in the relatively disciplined traffic of a modern Indian metro has never been incident-free for me. 

However, only one situation produces a road-rage so white-hot, so blinding in intensity for me that I have come close to hitting someone several times in the recent past (with due apologies to Navjot Singh Sidhu, the epitome of this particular brand of fury) and that is, the peculiar behaviour of parking lot attendants.