Bloglady bares her soul

I have just had a catfight with a woman much younger than me _ a girl really. Here is how it was…pant…pant….I’m still panting from exhaustion.

I was climbing the stairs of a shopping complex – a complex which houses among other things an Asian Sky Shop, a consultancy center, a fast food shop, a beauty salon for women and a cybercare.

I, of course, was heading for the cybercafe like I have started doing religiously, ever since I started blogging. At a relaxed pace. Until I saw this…this kid in front of me. A quick succession of thoughts ran through my mind. A girl _ young and beautiful and fair _ AND LOVELY!_  she was heading for the beauty parlour then! But my lightbulb moment went through a load shedding. She casually turned her head and I instantly recognized her _ one of the regulars at the cybercafe!

For a moment I thought I’d race her. O why not! What if there’s only one pc available when we both get there? Who will get it then is anybody’s guess. And I hate waiting. So I decided to unleash my hunter instinct. And raced her! She instantly realized what I was up to and we both began to climb the stairs on the double. In a little while I managed to catch up with her.

Aha! Victory! I thought for one ecstatic moment.

But no! In my excitement I actually knocked her down! It was an accident of course! When I came into contact with her, I inadvertently “brushed” against her. Since she was wearing stilettos,   the impact was enough to topple her.

I stopped my race, of course, bogged down by guilty conscience, looked at her apologetically and bent down to help her up. But she wasn’t the forgiving kind I suppose. Grimacing and beside herself with mortification, she grabbed my hair and started shaking my head like crazy. As I could no longer stand it I slapped her, instinctively, before reason could intervene.

And she slapped back! The slap partly landed on my glasses and they took hold of this wonderful opportunity to use the dynamics as fuel and take off. Right at the moment they landed on the floor, still intact _ my glasses are, I mean were, 100% plastic; body and soul _ a man came out of nowhere and stepped on them!

Well, minus the favourite (but kind of outdated) broken frame, the man’s appearance was actually a blessing in disguise. He started apologizing profusely for breaking my glasses (or should I say spectacles, since there’s nothing glassy in them) and asked repeatedly if we were hurting anywhere. Apparently, he thought we were undone by just a fall. I don’t know whether it was the appearance of a third person or the interval of a few seconds _ but we both came to our senses. Staring at each other sheepishly, lost for words, finally there was a relief. Assured that he had done his part delivering assistance needed under the circumstances, the man began to climb the stairs again. And the girl followed suite. And I let it be.

And sure enough, as Luck would have it, there was only one pc available. And who got it is anybody’s guess.

Well, there’s a good side to everything, you know! Bacause I didn’t get the pc, here I am sitting by the window waiting for my turn and killing my time by making up a story!

But wait! The beginning and the end are actually true! I did meet this girl. And I ‘felt’ like chasing. Everything in between that you went through is just make-belief. Until the part where she goes in and sure enough, I pretend not to notice that she’s occupying the only available pc. I choose to keep on looking nonchalant and busy myself with writing instead.

Moral of the story:
When I become rich, I will open my own cybercafe and won’t even let anyone so much as touch a computer, even if all my computers sit idle all day. Or maybe I will spend my whole life waiting for something, and in the meantime, busy myself with writing prospective blog entries.

(The panting mentioned in the first paragraph was real actually- caused by mounting tension the moment I saw her, and the adrenaline rush reaching the peak caused by the confirmation that I was indeed losing out to a minor girl.) 

(written on 27, July, 2007)