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So I came across this comic strip while I was generally browsing and though its subject was bordering on blasphemy, I have to admit it brought a small (if not slightly guilty) smile on my face. Moreover, from a cartoonist's point of view (yes, I'm going to give myself that credit) I liked the clear cut presentation and basic colour scheme (something I've yet to venture into with my comics) that was used here.

But no, that is not what we're talking about today.

I come across a lot of jokes these days in various forms ranging from  memes to comics. What is actually interesting here is that Mr. Ninja and I never respond the same way when it comes to funny stuff online. He likes the kind that are literal and straight-forward in contrast to my love for puns, wordplay and hypothetical situation comedy.

Which is why it's entertaining when I share something that caught my eye with him. The comic strip below which is his response to the one above, exemplifies just this.

P.S. Hello from Prague!

Whole Lotta Love

In one of my earlier strips ( Being Mrs. Ninja # 8), I had highlighted  the  fact that there were various slang terms that Mr. Ninja  used ( I have my own set of words too, actually) that didn't make sense to me on the first go. Sure, I'm pretty used to it now but when I first came across them I was both fascinated and curious. And occasionally too proud to ask what it meant (Am I supposed to know this word already?).

And then there was another response which when I later thought about it, was actually kinda romantic.
Guess sometimes a happy high focuses on what's really important.

P.S. So I'm writing in from Pardubice, Czech Republic today and almost considered taking a holiday break from Being Mrs. Ninja for 2 Thursdays. And then I thought, nah..I love doing this too much.

Baby, Oh Baby

In the process of taking notes for this blog, I realized that I would be missing out on a considerable aspect of the Being Mrs. Ninja experience if I didn't cover the part where Mr. Ninja has a male friend he has affectionately named "Baby".

Who is this "Baby", you ask? Simply put, one of Mr. Ninja's ex- flat mates ( or his ex-wives as I like to call them). And what's the big deal about having a "Baby" in your life? Not a thing, except for the occasional "awkward moment when" I hear an imaginary laugh track play in my head - probably best if I just share it with you.

Annoying Aunty

I thought I would need a recurring character through whom I could portray all the annoying know-it-all things or "advice" that I had to listen to in the time period surrounding the wedding. Because frankly, some of them were outrageously funny (to me anyway)! Thus, Annoying Aunty came to be.

And no, she isn't based on any particular person I know - she's more like an icon. When taking notes for comics I came across many situations where someone said something irritating (smug, even) just because I was getting married. And that's the reason why I had to introduce this character - people had to see how it was funny to me!

As for the so called Honeymoon phase that Annoying Aunty accuses Ninja and me of being in (in the strip below), she should know that we being us, pretty much left the that phase at our actual honeymoon and moved on with our life.

Disclaimer: No actual people or aunties have any reason to feel bad reading this..these comics are meant to be enjoyed not scrutinised and mean no offense to anyone. So chill and enjoy!

The First Email

This comic strip covers the first time that I interacted with Ninja - both of us were in different countries at the time so there was no option but to exchange emails anyway.

Truth be told, my parents were the ones who were more enthusiastic about us exchanging email addresses. I wasn't even interested in looking at any photographs (my Dad had to drag me to the desktop just so I'd barely glance at some pictures of Ninja and his family) because I felt that just knowing what he looks like didn't make a difference to me as long as I got along with him in person.

And then I received a well framed self-introductory email from the man himself and well, I'm a sucker for crisp, honest writing.

Lost in Translation

I remember in the early days of seeing Ninja, one of the questions I'd asked him was which language he was most comfortable conversing in. While his list ranged from English and Hindi to Telugu, I could only confidently say that English is my first language and I can get away with basic Malayalam, with all other languages only having been learnt primarily for paper-passing purposes (don't you just love alliteration?).

What I didn't account for were all the little language variations we pick up along the way (I'm sure everyone does it; even I've come up with my own colorful words) to describe different situations. Not to mention I had the handicap of not having been brought up in India, which meant there was some additional catching up I had to do when it came to stories with childhood references.

Let's just say - it's a learning process.

Food..Yes or No?

So from my past experience of leaving food decisions to Mr. Ninja (as seen in "The Lazy Boy") I can safely say I learnt my lesson. But then I decided I could find some way around this and get him to be more interested in placing orders on takeaway nights.

My first attempt was to simplify- cut down the options to the most desirable and throw them at him.
Result: pretty much the same as "I just want food. "

My second attempt was to pick the restaurant and ask him what he'd like from a menu.
Result: He'd end up picking the first chicken item on the list. Which was okay except he kept ordering the same thing. Every. Time.

Finally I just thought 'screw it' and picked whatever I thought worked and left him with a simple choice of 'yes' or 'no'.

The result was amusing. Guess I hadn't learnt my lesson yet.