the suspended state...

   Two age-old yellow bulbs were staring at me hanging from the pale ceiling into a dusty old pear shaped lamp shade. I kept staring them back, thinking about nothing. Sometimes I like to do that. Think about nothing, It's one of a kind of pensive thinking. Women can never understand this lovely concept of ours. They just cannot believe that if we are sitting expressionless, staring at life less ceiling or the boring yellow wall, it's not necessary that we are thinking something. Our brain sometimes just do this. I call it 'the suspended state'. Just like everything else in the room we pause. Many of us men don’t realize this but this is one of our most personal and protected moments. Away from all worries of the next day, away from yet another thought of high maintenance disguise for pleasing our women and away from worrying about all that we are expected to achieve in life that we don’t really need. A moment of disconnect from the mundane world. 

   And then suddenly this weightless trip is bump stopped when she comes and asks, 'Honey! what are you thinking??'.  Now comes the time to activate those engineering brain cells and think real fast else the humble question will soon turn into cold interrogating probes. We have very well learnt from years of experience that dumbest answer to this question is the truth.  So within split seconds our brain makes this list of ridiculously  useless stuff that we could be thinking about that might sound important to our women. And with no further ado, I said the top sorted answer in the stack , "Well Honey! I was just thinking about paying this months VISA Card Bills in advance so that I don’t forget it like last time." "Good! You are learning with experience."

"Yes I am!" I said and smiled. There, I saved an hour.












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