The M word

For some weird reason, I hate it when people address me as Mrs. Dorjee. Its strange that once a female is married, people clamour to associate them with this dreaded word. Its like a cattle brand, right on my forehead, automatically to be used just in case I suddenly dare to take a U-turn and do an uncharacteristic non-Mrs. thing!

Men have it so easy, they’re Mr. before and after marriage. No tell tale signs of being hitched, except maybe one of the Lord-of-the-Rings’ golden band, that too mandatory only in one religion.

I dont think of this condition as being insecure, crazy or simply wishing to be single once again. And my marriage is perfectly fine, thank you. I’m just raving and ranting about my dislike for the M word. The people in my office are sweetly aware of this fact and have been advised to call me Ms Dorjee if they do want to address me officially.

And also, I have retained my maiden name. Not much consolation but my long middle name, so bestowed upon in the rememberance of my mum is still intact, whether I’m Mrs or Ms. You can imagine my amusement when strangers blabber on, “Hi, Mrs Dorjee, how is Mr Dorjee?” I then enquire if they’re asking about my brother.