He went, and everybody was found to be henpecked. It was very ordinary: he would just call the person and call his wife, and ask, “Are you henpecked or not?”
The man would look at the wife and say, “You should have asked when I was alone. This is not right. You will create unnecessary trouble. Just for a horse I am not going to destroy my life. Take your horses, I don’t want any.”
But one man was sitting in front of his house and two persons were massaging him. He was a wrestler, a champion wrestler, a very strong man. Birbal thought, “Perhaps this man… He can kill anybody without any weapons. If he gets hold of your neck, you are finished!” Birbal said, “Can I ask you a question?”
He said, “Question? What question?”
Birbal said, “Are you henpecked?”
That man said, “First, let us greet each other, a handshake.” And he crushed Birbal’s hand and said, “Unless you start crying and tears start coming from your eyes, I will not leave your hand; your hand is finished. You dared to ask me such a question?”
And Birbal was dying – the man was almost a man of steel – and tears started coming, and he said, “Just leave me. You are not henpecked. I have just come to a wrong place. But where is your wife?”
He said, “Look, she is there, cooking my breakfast.” A very small woman was cooking his breakfast.
The woman was so small and the man was so big that Birbal said, “There is a possibility that perhaps this man is not henpecked. He could kill this woman.”
So he said, “Now there is no need to go further into investigation. You can choose either horse from these two, black and white, a reward from the king for the one who is not henpecked.
And at that time that small woman said, “Don’t choose the black! Otherwise I will make your life hell.”
The man said, “No, no, I will choose the white. Just keep quiet.”
Birbal said, “You don’t get either, neither white nor black. It is all finished, you lost the game. You are a henpecked husband.”
There is a continuous fight for domination. Love cannot blossom in such an atmosphere. The man is fighting in the world for all kinds of ambitions. The woman is fighting the man because she is afraid – he is out of the house the whole day. Who knows? He may be having affairs with other women. She is jealous, suspicious; she wants to be sure that this man remains controlled. So, in the house he is fighting with the wife, in the outside he is fighting with the world. Where do you think the flower of love can blossom?