Friday, September 29, 2006

The girl with the pink sunglasses

Adjusting her slinky black cocktail dress and her large pink sunglasses she trudged along at a fair clip on the long jogger's lane early that morning. Not exactly the right attire, she knew. Maybe she should have changed before she took off yet she knew she looked stunning in that dress and she just had to wear it. She looked at the rising sun and felt nothing at all, as one would have expected of her. She found more beauty in that closed ice cream parlour by the side of the beach, her mind raced in a thousand directions, yet the look on her face was serenity that you'd see in a child. The occassional sniffling reminded you of a little baby too. She picked up the pace and trudged faster, she had decided on loosing 0.05 Kilos that morning and she was a girl on a mission.

As she walked she spied a little mouse running helter skelter and she knew she had to stop and admire the random patterns that it made, she frankly found poetry in the oddest of places. She sat down on a bench, to watch the mouse and found herself lost in time. After a while the ringing of her phone woke her up from her thoughts, she sighed. 'Hallooo' she said. It was just the 6:30 AM alarm that she'd kept on her phone. She looked at the phone as if it had played a trick on her, smiled her bashful smile and resumed the mouse watching. The mouse though had left as if upset by it's audience's lack of attention. It had reminded her curiously of her favourite movie, Pulp Fiction, with it's random patterns. It was a movie she fell in love with before she even saw, it was the concept of it all, you see? can't you?

She got up to go, remembering that she probably had about 0.035 kilos left to loose that day. She picked up the pace as the sun had come up and the harsh glare shrouded the world below. Giggling to herself as she remembered the night before, maybe the third chocolate lava lava at the Mocha Cafe had been a bit too much but then she consoled herself that all good things must come in threes. She sighed again and walked a little faster, her december deadline seemed coming on too fast. No more lava lavas till december she resolved, only to hear a little voice in her head that asked her if she was really very sure about this decision. She pretended she didn't hear this little voice and turned her head to a side.

One would be forgiven in thinking why she needed to push herself thus or have deadlines at all but her mind had ideas which are not to be understood by mere men. A perfect body was a cliche, she knew, yet if it was a cliche she sought then she wanted it to be the best cliche she could fit into.

After awhile of walking, she felt she had grown a little lighter and she smiled wide. The walk was doing her a world of good she felt, only to realise that she indeed was a little lighter but lighter by the weight of a cellphone, the same one which she had left in the park bench. With yet another sigh, a few Ooofs and more than few not-agains she started running back to her bench, the pink sunglasses, the cocktail dress, the tennis shoes and all.

Yet another day had just started in the life of the girl with the pink sunglasses.

Thursday, September 28, 2006

What do you think of Jesus?

'What do you think of Jesus?', a question that one encounters rarely, if ever, if one were to avoid bible thumping meetings, like I have. So when I did encounter these words, I was uncharacteristically dumb struck, knowing me like I do, this is a rarity. It all started when my Mom called me at work wanting me to speak to a girl. If you think that moms are fun people who are bothered about your social life then perish the thought, they seldom are that. Specifically, Moms of 32 year old unmarried men have only one thought, to find a suitable bride for their son. This quest becomes their life's mission, very much like Indiana Jones chasing the holy grail.

Hence when Mom called me up, I really wasn't leaping with joy as I normally would knowing a girl wanted to speak to me, being a lifetime member of the always-seeking-a-date club. Unable to fend off the ageing relic's request, I dialed up the number to this girl who lived in another town. She sounded pleasant enough and she told me that apart from my photograph (sneaky Mom at work) and my bio-data (sneaky strikes again), she didn't know anything about me, I told her apart from her phone number and her first name, she was a stranger to me too. Undetered she brushed aside this minor detail and said that there was something she'd like to know from me. My mind raced with thoughts, did she want to know if I had a hole in my socks? Or would she like to know if I preferred my martini shaken or stirred? Would I have to hide the fact that I have my coffee before I brushed my teeth or was she ready for such a profound truth?

Well, it was then that she asked me this question, 'What do you think of Jesus?' Just as I had mentioned earlier, I was gobsmackingly dumbfounded. All I could blurt out was ' I dunno, what do you think of Him'?. She sighed and told me that Jesus was her personal savior. I had to tell her it was a damn good answer, what can I say, it was too. I really couldn't have drummed that one up in a hurry myself. She said that she was a born again Christian and that she expected her future husband to be deeply religious and born again too. I had been weighed and found very sadly wanting. I assured her that I was thoroughly satisfied with being born once.

Come to think of it, if given a choice I would much rather be born again as a lion, rather than a human. I assure you it's got nothing to with the Pride (aka the lion harem & kids) or the fact that lions can have sex 50 times a day (can you believe it? I wonder who counted though, not the lion for sure coz it must have been too busy *wink*), it was more due to the king of the jungle thingy (combined with the flowing mane thingy). I'm sure it must be awesome to be the king, anywhere. And also it's must be fun to be on top of the food chain, don't you think?

Back to our telephone conversation, after being told that I really wasn't much of a Christian and hence not much of a husband material for her, I had to point out to her that I hardly knew her and I wasn't getting the right vibes from her either. We definitely seemed to be in opposite ends of the spectrum. I despite being religious, seldom am conventional in my belief prefer to keep my interactions with God as personal as possible and often quick to question practices that go in the name of God, which are cruel or illogical. And as for her, well she happened to be the Christian equivalent of a party animal. Thankfully the conversation degenerated and ended rather rapidly. I wished her all the best, I'm sure there must be a bible reading, group prayer attending guy for her somewhere.

Arranged marriages are at best, marriages of conveniences, we end up seeking people who we think we 'can' exist with, (as opposed to 'wanting' to exist with someone specific). More often than not we end up compromising ours dreams or worse, being a compromise for someone else's dreams. In our quest for quick fit relationships, we go around asking people questions that are seldom important, forgetting that differences are what makes life more interesting rather than boring similarities.