Monday, April 29, 2013




Once there was a happily married couple.

The highly educated husband was doing well in life. He worked in a research laboratory as an  Research Scientist.

The simple homemaker wife was a small town girl. She looked up to her husband with respect and adoration.

The well meaning husband encouraged his wife to learn and enhance her educational qualifications since he wanted his wife to realize her full potential. He believed in the emancipation of women. 

He motivated his simple wife to do courses in computers, IT and software. 

Then he helped her find a good job in the IT industry.

The wife did extremely well in the IT industry which was flourishing and in a few years the tables were turned.

Now, the wife’s career prospered and the husband’s career stagnated

The wife travelled abroad on prestigious projects, earned lots of money, got fast promotions and her career truly flourished whereas the poor luckless husband continued to slog away in his job without much reward or recognition.

Now the “successful” wife started looking down upon her husband, as if he were an embarrassment, and sometimes even belittled him. 

She had progressed but he had remained where he was and the wife now felt that she was too good for him (and she was way up the ladder, breaking the glass ceiling and rocketing upwards out of his league).

The wife had conveniently forgotten that it was her husband who had initially encouraged her to learn and take up a career. 

She had totally forgotten the fact that it was her husband who had played a major role in her success.

The globe trotting successful wife now moved in cosmopolitan high society and developed much finesse and “social graces”.

She had moved way up the social ladder whereas her husband remained his simple self. 

To put it bluntly the wife had become quite a snob as her success had gone into her head.

Once when we were dining at one of those high falutin parties.

It was very awkward to see her nagging and lecturing her husband on etiquette, table manners and social graces

The snobbish wife went on and on, lecturing her hapless husband on etiquette and social graces till I could bear it no longer. 

First, I looked at the wife, the small-town-girl turned cosmopolitan-socialite.

Then, I thought it was high time I brought her down a peg or two. 

At first, I wanted to give the snooty wife a lecture on etiquette in marriage.

But then, instead of lecturing her, I told her this Mulla Nasrudin Teaching Story.

I always believe that a message gets driven home much more effectively through a bit of wit and humour:


Mulla Nasrudin went to see a divorce lawyer and told him that he wanted to divorce his wife. 

“What grounds do you think you have for a divorce…?” the lawyer asked.

“It’s my wife’s manners,” said Nasrudin, “She is unbearable. My wife possesses zero social graces and has absolutely no etiquette.  It’s disgusting – her behaviour – she has absolutely no etiquette and her table manners are so bad that she is disgracing the whole family.”

“That’s really bad,” the lawyer said.  “How long have you been married…?”

“Nine years,” said Nasrudin.

“Nine years…?” the lawyer exclaimed surprised, “If you have been able to put up with your wife's etiquette social graces and table manners for nine long years, I can’t understand why you want to divorce her now…?”

“Well,” said Nasrudin, “I didn't know about all this before. I just bought a book on Etiquette this morning.”

Everyone heard the story and laughed.

The emancipated wife gave me a canny look.

I think the small-town-girl turned cosmopolitan-socialite got the message and I observed a marked change in her demeanor towards her humble husband.

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