i swear, i mean it?

“dad, what is the short form of Madhya Pradesh?”. Hmm. Jispa is not the one to ask simple questions. It has to be a trap, a bait, an innocuous looking bait in which her papa will gleefully fall. Having thought of a few possible curve balls, I said “MP”. “aaaaa” she replied. “you said a bad word”. “MP, a bad word? When did MP become a bad word” I asked. “it is she insisted”. Oooo . ok. “nopes Jispa. MP isn’t a bad word. MC is a bad word”. “oh, ok” she replied. Good that was the end of that. Or so I thought. “what is the full form of MC?”. “err, Jispa, I am not telling you bad words, ok? I am not teaching you what they are or what they mean?” well do you explain mother F*&^er to her? I might be a progressive dad, but I am not explaining that.
“but dad, if I don’t know, I might say it by mistake” she insists. “well if you say it by mistake, then we will correct you and babes, you silly goose, I am not discussing the meaning or the bad words with you. I will teach you when you are 12 years old”. “o man, that is far away, 4 more years?” she cried. “Jispa, are you seriously sad that you cant learn bad words?”. There I thought that was the end of that. Or so I thought.
“dad, you know middle finger is also a bad word?” “ya, kid, I know”. “you know, I means the ‘F’ word”. “hmm, I guess so, but not just quite, it’s a little different”. “does it mean the ‘S’ word”. “nopes, not really”. “then what it means?”. “Jispaaaaa, I am not discussing bad words till you are in the eight standard.”. “but dad, you just said you will discuss it when I am 12 years old.”. “Jispa, now tell me, are you seriously crying and complaining that you are not getting o discuss ‘bad words’?”. That finally stopped the conversation. Or so I think. For now atleast.
We were laughing and smiling all the time while having this conversation. I really do want her to have this conversation with me, but later. I could possibly explain what I know. It’s better that she knows what she could be mouthing.
Hey did I tell this story. I guess not. I stopped swearing. I was a sailor tongue. This was largely thanks to my days as a sales man. Pressure was invariably used as an excuse to give out bad words. I did not see man or woman around while mouthing them. My bosses too had contributed to this as I had a string of bosses equally foul mouthed. And this was common language in office. My office team in the past tried to stop me but to no avail. I was sailor tongue and screw you I was not changing.
Then one interesting thing happened. In this new office, I recruited this lovely young women (we will use initials to protect their privacy- SC). One came to me within a month of being recruited and casually asked. “aap itna gaali kyun dete ho?” – Why do you swear such? “err, screw you, do you have a problem with that?”. “no, no, go on, just that, sometimes you talk so high, history and science and everything, and then suddenly, you go $#@% %$#@ $%#$@.” “so you want me to stop”. “nopes, just wondering. It doest suit”. Ok now that got me thinking. I thought a bit and slowed down, but did not completely eliminate it.
Then I recruited another young lovely lady. (ST – for short). In a few days she comes to me and says, “my my such profanity”. “hey, you are from media, I thought you are ok with this”. “oh of course I am ok with it.” “then what’s your grouse I asked?”. “I don’t have a grouse, I just remarked as profanity does suit your profile?”. HUH!?!. “so you want me to change?” “nopes “ came the answer, “I am just fine, its just that it doesn’t suit your profile?” “what profile?”. “well , when you talk all these big things, and then you use profanity. It just doesn’t suit”
I called the first lovely in as well. Well I told them. Its amazing that they had the same thing to say to me. They were fine with it and they were quite clear that they did not want me to change if I did not want to. They just remarked that I must change only if I want to. That day they did what some previous collegues could not. They made me feel quite ashamed of myself. I felt something funny, something weird, something shallow. Ok. I remember the date. 23March. One month from now if I don’t utter any such swear words, you guys take me out for lunch or else I take you out. DEAL? Deal.
They were I guess, happy for me and happy to lose the bet for me. Thank you someone for giving me these lovely ladies with kick ass attitude. I won the bet and won the war! Now I have been foul free since and these words when uttered by anyone stick out like a sore thumb in the conversation. I hear them loud and feel funny about it. A few words here and there come in a guy to guy conversation. But they are few and far between and they are usually there to mean something. Earlier they were there as fillers between words serving no purpose other than to give out swear words. What reason were they there? But I cant believe that 12 years of habit was undone by them in an instant.
It shouldn’t have been so tough. I never swear in front of Jasmine and of course Jispa. Jasmine had expressed her displeasure to me while we were 15 years old. And I have never been able to really swear in front of her yet she knew what I was behind her back.
So now I am the same upfront and behind. And all it required is not for someone to tell me to stop, but to wonder why I started in the first place.
I am so grateful to these ladies. I thank them and I owe them big time. Simple words can mean so much. I love you all.