Normally I am very calm and genteel person and very rarely people get to see the other side of me (the Kali-Durga Maa kind of divinity in me). But if we were to analyze on the matter “Prasanna Rao ko gussa kyon aata hain”, then the primary reason would be-pushing me too much, physically and emotionally.
Now I know the general consensus is that girls are very mysterious and usually their NO has some hidden meaning and a girl’s no supposedly means a YES. I don’t know about other girls, but for me, my NO means a NO, a big NO. There is no excuse for why I will say no to something I want. And that’s the reason why I hate, really HATE people cajoling me into doing something that I don’t like.
Let me explain with an example, a typical scene from my house on a weekend.
Most of the times I am a social person but, there are times when all I want to do is stay at my house, put my feet up and watch a good movie on the telly. But as fate would have it, my husband would have some other plans, namely going to a party hosted by his friend/boss/brother (did I mention that he’s a total extrovert who hardly stays at home). Now this is how the conversation goes:
H (hubby): Arey, you dint get ready, dint I mention that we have to go to the party this evening.
Me (lounging in the couch in front of TV): I don’t feel like going out, let’s stay at home today. Make some bahana no and say we can’t come to the party.
H (now grumbling and making faces): But I have already called and informed we are coming. I promise we will be back by an hour.
Me (thinking how on earth in Bangalore can we go somewhere and be back in an hour, that too on weekends!): I want to watch this movie badly. You go and make some excuse for me na, please.
You get the drift. After this starts the long battle of counting ‘who-did-what-for-whom’. J
I guess this might be the scene in most households with maybe the roles reversed (the wife needling and husband protesting). But with me, if I don’t like something then no one can force me to do so. In fact the more someone forces me, the more my resolution to not to do that thing increases. I can be psychotic in these matters J
In the above situation if my hubby had let matters be and not wheedled me, maybe, just maybe I would have changed my mind and gone to that damn party.
The other kind of people I am talking about is people who are physically pushy. You know, you are sitting in the window seat of a bus enjoying the cool breeze when this gigantic aunty with a humongous bottom comes and plops herself next to you. By the time she adjusts herself in the seat, half of your body is out of the window. I am very particular about my quota of the seat or my portion of the bed and I don’t like anyone invading my space. I try to be pushy too in such situations, but invariably give up in the end, thinking of being squashed next to the sweaty underarms of the gigantic aunty. Ah, I prefer being half out of the window anytime compared to the other alternative.