One of the perks of being sick is that you can watch endless numbers of TV shows and movies and not feel guilty. Okay that’s a lie. Maybe in someone else’s world this works, but for me the pattern is something like this: wake up with a ridiculously sore throat. do something productive. feel sick. nap. watch a movie. feel guilty. try to be productive. feel sick. watch a show. Do this on repeat for about 4 days and that’s where we find ourselves.
So yesterday, in an attempt to be both productive and to rest, I decided to watch a Bollywood movie with no subtitles. I get to rest, and learn Hindi. Everybody wins.
Anyway. This music video is a favorite in this house. It means, “Wonder Why?”. In case you can’t tell, *spoiler alert* they’re not dating and she is pretending she doesn’t want to…when in fact she is madly in love with him.
As we were getting ready to sleep, I was looking at the box and realized one of the actresses’ name is Dimple. I found this wildly amusing and asked Varun if that’s a normal Indian name. He remarked that it never seemed funny to him when he lived in India.
Me: Great. So that can be our third child’s name. Dimple. So it’ll be Tortellini, Frankenstein and Dimple.*
Varun: Oh, so you’ve finally decided to agree with me?
Me: Yup. I’m going to be an agreeable wife now.
Varun: Wow. Ha. I wonder how long that will last.
Me: (Demurely) Yes, I wonder too.
Varun: (look of bemusement) (brainstorming how to get me to disagree)
*In case you’re wondering about the projected names of our first two children, prepare for utter confusion.
Once upon a time, when I was young and engaged and foolish, Varun and I were playing Fussball and it was 9-9. Blinded by my desire to win, I made the following bet, “Okay, whoever wins gets to name our first child”. No sooner were the words out of my mouth than Varun slammed the ball into the goal and shouted, “FRANKENSTEIN!” I laughed uneasily as he taunted me with his win.
Fast forward 6 months. Varun and I were waiting in the airport to pick one of Varun’s groomsmen and I made the fateful mistake of betting. Again. “Okay, let’s guess the number of people who will come out before Corey. If I win, I get the first child’s name back. If you win, you get the second child”. Oh Amelia of 2009, if only you knew. Varun won. Much to my amusement he somehow settled on the name Tortellini. (This is our favorite pasta. So go figure.) Every time this comes up he does this goofy/serious thing of “But you promised, Amelia. You can name the next ones”. Needless to say, I’m not really sure if “Dimple” would be an improvement or not…
So, to recap: Watch Dil Chata Hai.
Bring me chicken noodle soup. Take some time in the next 2-4 years helping Varun brainstorm *reasonable* baby names. Be careful when making bets with Varun.