I’m sure all of you have unique ways, clever ways, to get the best of the gizmo of the century, your smart phone. Did you meddle with the ringtones ever, on your smart phone?! Hubby dear loves talking on his phone.
Remember those banners at some holiday shops that mention…
“Shirts and Shoes a must”.
Well, if Hubby dear was to write that..he would write a 3S’s rule.
Shirts, Shoes and Smart phones.
His phone is almost like his work place. So, he makes a lot of calls and gets a lot of them too. Even I call him sometimes!! So, he chose a tune to tell himself, that, it’s the WIFE. Maybe to ignore the call..while, he tells me..
“I don’t want to miss your call, dear!” 
Whatever his reason..it must be irresistable. 5 of us, all girls, waiting to call him, wanting to talk to him.
And he chose an apt ringtone. You know, that infamous
“Why this, why this, Kolaveri di!”
I guess..when this ringtone plays, on a man’s phone…it’s a no brainer to any Indian, that, it must be the BOSS!
But, why let the world know that you are being such a tortured soul?
Which brings to mind, another TDH study. It mentioned that married men live longer compared to unmarried.
( Ok! all you self deserving woman, you would agree with me..when I say, there is no point trying to find, if this opinion is right or wrong. Its an opinion! An opinion made after conducting a well rehearsed study…Oops! I mean a well researched study. I did find this opinion on the internet… )
The line clearly mentioned
“Married men live longer compared to unmarried man!”
There was no reference to any race/ethnicity. It was a statement about all men.
So, one evening when we all sat for dinner..and some topic came up to poke me, in the eye…I blurted out…to Hubby dear..
“ No wonder married men live longer…You don’t marry women, you marry punching bags, so that you can de-stress yourselves and live longer”
I was in cloud nine when my children seconded me as Papa tried to argue back. They told him..
“ Daddy, Don’t you know the 3 rules of marriage?! You told it yourself!”
Rule 1. The wife is the boss.
Rule 2: The boss is always right.
Rule 3: And if the boss is wrong, go back to rule 1.
(Who ever wrote these set of rules..must have been a brilliant programmer, right?! They wanted to make the men folk suffer. I have this weird imagination. I am imagining “The Man”, repeatedly trying to go back to rule #1 in the hope of getting that break! )
These clichéd, over hammered rules, as flat as it sounds came back to save me once again and bite Papa dear, for so graciously sharing his loka gyana with his girls.
But Papa dear, who is known for his quick wit…got the last word. He ended the conversation..saying
“And this punching bag hits!!”
Of course, I remember I was going to say something about ringtones. We had watched this episode on TV, where, the mother gets a call from the daughter, and, her phone rings as
“Mom…pick up the phone!”
So, as we drove during the weekend, a few weeks ago…Tunnnnnnggg!!! an idea struck me.
“Why don’t we record our children’s songs as the ringtones for our phones?”, I suggested to Hubby dear.
“Great Idea!”, Hubby dear was delighted.
So, we went about using these smart devices to record their songs and set them as the respective ringtones, N’s song as the ringtone, for when she calls me, P’s song as the ringtone and K’s song as the ringtone, for when they call me…on my phone.
Only problem being, I never pick calls on my mobile…well mostly!
Then Hubby dear came up with this idea. He recorded this as the ringtone…for when he would call me.
“ OSAI PELLAAMA!! PHONE ETTHU! “, and his tone got exclamatory as the no: of repetitions increased.
Translation: A rustic way of calling your wife..asking her to pick up the call.
After that, it became impossible for me, to miss Hubby dear’s calls. Most of the calls were picked the instant I heard his voice. I didn’t realize what an embarrassment I was headed for.
The worst time was, when the phone rang, while I was in the shower at the gym…after I had finished my swim.
Can you imagine a Man’s voice coming from a shower in the Women’s Locker Room?!!!
Even the fact that I would wrap the bag up in 4-5 towels didn’t help curbing the voice down. Well…it does take time to wipe your hands dry and then reach for the phone, doesn’t it?!
I consistently forgot to change back the ringtone..after I was out of the situation.
Recently, Hubby dear said..that his OLD phone wasn’t receiving the calls as well as MY new Samsung S4. Well… smart phones are only as smart as the user, right?!
He made a strong case for why I should be using his KHATARA. As giving as I am..I agreed. One fine day the exchange happened and the numbers were switched.
Today, his phone rings in this tune for every phone call…
“oh tora saajan … aa-yo tore desh”, the song from, I hate love stories.
I have no clue how that setting happened. Hubby dear insists, that, it was the ringtone on my phone before we exchanged. With everything reset, both of us haven’t had a chance or the mind to go about changing our ringtones.
I’m just happy that I don’t have a man shouting from my bathroom, while I shower at the gym, after my swim, asking me to pick up the call.
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