On a recent trip, we were caught up in a snow storm. Fresh from the battering of the storms, as we drove through the pouring rain in the gathering darkness, I sat looking out the window when the husband turned and looked at me. Have I told you about the husband giving me work to do? I must have. It is a common enough gripe in the car. If you peer into the car as we tootle along somewhere, you will see the daughter lolling around in the back seat with a pillow, several books, a quilt in the winter etc – (Queens in their palanquins could not have lolled in such comfort), the son looking out the window unnecessarily excited by those trucks carrying precariously perched cars, and self trying to soak in the passing scenery if the husband is driving.
The husband, far from contenting himself to driving, feels the need ‘occupy’ our time. We have tried telling him that we don’t need to be entertained, and that we are quite happy left to our own muses during the car-ride, but that does not seem to deter him. You see, I do not enjoy checking the route to see whether the road ahead shows a red stretch on the Google maps app. If there is heavy traffic, it will be red being my sagacious view of the thing. What can one do about it? But the husband demurs. He wants me to check if there is red ahead, what alternate routes we could take if there is a red ahead, for how long does the red stretch – is it like a quick spot of kumkum worn to appease a priest or the devout kind that streaks the entire span of the forehead parting like in Tamil serials? Is there also a touch of the turmeric before and after the red? (Baboons in Tamil Serials)
The skies had turned into an inky blue and the dark grey clouds hung heavily over us as the rain pelted down at us. The traffic ahead slowed down a little bit and the brake lights glowed red against the dark skies. The husband looked at me, I avoided his gaze and said with aplomb. How about we all play the Would-You-Rather game? We had just learned of the game from our friends and this seemed as good a time as any to try.
Would-You-Rather check the traffic or play a game?
Would-You-Rather is a sterling game in which one asks questions such as :
Would-You-Rather be (Rich & Unknown) or (Poor & Famous)? Would-You-Rather be Hunted or be a Hunter? Would-You-Rather be a Teacup or the Tea?
When played with the right set of questions, it can be quite a stimulating game, since it really makes one think. Some of the questions were creative and some humdrum, but it was interesting to see the range of questions.
The daughter’s were creative and sometimes invoked magic.
Would-You-Rather be a famous scientist who invented the most powerful thing that can destroy life, or be an unknown scientist who increased food production?
Just when you beamed at her and felt like it was a good-question, she’d say:
Would-You-Rather be on a hill with unicorns or in a city with pixies?
Since we had been crawling through snow and getting through mountain passes, the bulk of the little son’s questions had cars, snow, super-heroes (super-heroes are always there!)
Would-You-Rather be a car or a snowflake? Would-You-Rather be Spiderman or Lightning McQueen? Would-You-Rather be a car in the snow or a car in the rain?
Parents true to form can never really pass up any opportunity, and so ours had science, history, economics or magic:
Would-You-Rather be a windmill or a solar panel? Would-You-Rather be Tinker Bell or Fawn (Engineer or Zoologist basically) Would-You-Rather be a Woman in Today’s Age or a Man in the Golden Age of the Gupta period?
Most questions segued (segwayed) into interesting discussions and we were rather enjoying ourselves. Maybe I looked too relaxed in the passenger seat, for the husband’s angel tapped him on the shoulder and reminded him of his stern duty to give me work. He glanced at me in that swift appraising fashion that I know spells trouble for me. ‘Look up some questions on the internet to see what they’ve got.’ he said, and I moaned.
“What is wrong with the set of questions we have now eh?’ I asked heatedly. ‘Here we are having a perfectly good time and you want me to see what the great folks on the internet with their bulbous brains have for the game.’
‘Just check – maybe there are some really good ones in there.’
So, I checked and this is what I got.
Would you rather snort into toilet-paper or tissues – my foot! That should teach us that the internet is only as good as our weakest link.
The Would-You-Rather is a jolly good game to play in the New Year as we are being pressured into taking New Year resolutions.
Would-You-Rather try to fix some aspect of your personality that is bothering you, or learn something new? Would-You-Rather resolve to exercise more or improve your well-being Would-You-Rather Dance or Run? Would-You-Rather learn to entertain yourself or be entertained?
What Would You Rather Do or Not Do?