We men may consider ourselves expert at lying to our women but their uncanny sixth sense does not fail them, although to keep our fragile male egos intact they may feign and accept the lie if it is harmless.
Some of us make an art of it. Forgetting the wedding anniversary or birthday never did any good to a relationship so some men resort to convincing their woman that their wallet is the epitome of frugality and money has ephemeral existence in it around that time.
The yellow metal has never failed to reflect its lustre even on the oldest member of her tribe and also does not fail to drain the colour from her man's face, the obvious reason being the aftermath of paying for it. Promoters of imitation jewellery therefore find hardcore unpaid campaigners in men, who so innocently count the virtues of safety and variety.
The art is at its best when we try to tell them that in the pink of our youth the popularity graph went ever northward and every girl worth mentioning was sweet on us. What wives don't ask us is why did the need then arise to sift through matrimonial ads.
The wives or the 'better halves' as they are called are in my eyes the equal halves. A marital relationship is the embodiment of the Ardhanarishwar, a union of two souls that a sarathi undertakes the responsibility of leading the marriage carriage through life to the best of its ability. On the way, the responsibilities towards parents and children, if any, are discharged and life comes full circle when once again they are left with each other. The piety of this relationship has no space for lying because at every step it requires the two to work together.
Moreover, the aspirations of children are to be nurtured, and not crushed under the constant bickering that results when doubt creeps into the parental relationship. When the bonding of our souls is unshakable, only then can we live with dignity.