Fan's resentment

Now a days, as I mentioned earlier, I am able to somehow control my anger and emotions to some extent, which was not possible earlier. it is not that I do not have mood swings and neither it is that I do not get angry. But now, I seem to realise and control it.

We women had lot of things to get disturbed. Moreover, we Indian housewives are pampered by the maid servants so much that their absence seem to make us mentally misbalanced. Since my maid left me in the mid ocean with all the uncleaned kitchen utensils, laundry, cleaning, cooking etc., my temper always remains at the saturated level, ready to explode at the simplest of pretext. 

But of late, I am somehow able to guard my anger. But yesterday was an unusual day. The whole day was passing off quite pleasantly. Hurriedly I tried to complete my house hold chores as in the evening Indian cricket team was going to have its world cup final match against Sri Lanka. 

May be, as I was born in a family of sportspersons or may be because of the cricket crazy country I belong, I am not sure, I am very much inclined towards the game and its outcome effects me a lot. In this series India had won all the matches. So, there was a believe that it will win the final too. 

With all the positivity in mind and prayers at heart, we sat before the television at half past seven in the evening. Maybe, because the Indian players were not good at bat or the bawling was not to the mark or maybe the Sri Lankan's played a better game than ours. Whatever may be the cause yesterday we lost despite a wonder game by Virat Kohli. We lost the T20 World Cup Final.  

As the match ended I felt as if all my energy was drained out. I felt sick. I was angry. All of a sudden everything seemed to disturb me. Suddenly I realised that the whole day I was busy with my household chores and the husband went to his sister's and even after the match got over he was not home. I called him and asked him to come home. I had such an unusual feeling. I felt like crying. 

Getting my call my husband came home and at the very sight of him I was caught by the women instinct and started attacking him with all the stupid allegations. Basically I used him as my punching bag to drain out my anger. When I do something like this, he never reacts but yesterday it was different. As I punched him with sour words he punched back with harsh words not at me but at his nephews, who came to visit us. I felt very bad. I was ashamed that for me the innocent boys were attacked by their uncle.

But then I realised that the resentment of loosing the game was not within me only, it was in him too. The whole house was silent as if we were mourning somebody's death. Such is the craze of cricket in India I suppose, where no 'Secret' works.


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