Bullies Phase II
Hillieow darlings!! So, so, how? I have been pulling through since I hollered the last time. It is a constant battle with the forces, I tell you. And it happens to me only in Silly Lanka. They tell me that everyone messes with other people’s lives and businesses only here and I am now convinced it is true. No matter that we have 126 channels on television and many choices such as Youtube videos and the access to movies in any language, someone else’s life has more attraction and one would spend many hours in researching, sourcing, sharing and discussing (shredding more or less) the chosen flavour of the month. Age, caste, creed, social background or faith play no part in this. However, it is more often the God fearing, saintly, regular church and temple goers that indulge in this past time more than the atheists. I think I will at this moment ruffle a few Christian and Buddhist feathers but, the crux of the matter is just that. Remember the story is about me….and this is what I have found. Maybe it is a different translation of the commandment “love their neighbour” So one sticks one’s nose into every part of the neighbour’s life. And by this I do not mean my neighbour over the wall where I have my nest. They are perfectly harmless folk and mind their own lives on their own. Who I mean are the people who are not very sure what my address is, or where my surgery scars are on my ancient anatomy. The ones who do not know what my pulse rate is when I know it is they who are spreading endless tales about me. For heaven’s sake, I’m not even in the news anymore. I have retired to the edge of the sea almost, away from the bright lights and audiences. So why dissect me? There was a time I found it quite entertaining to hear the latest about me, as I gathered more and more spices and flavours at it did its rounds from the person who began it and then reached me in the end. But really darling, I would have thought people get bored at some time. Evidently not in my case. I was away from the resplendence for quite most of four years and returning to the sunshine I really thought people would have forgotten I even existed. Alas, was I so wrong. I was not only remembered, but made more colourful than I ever was. Now, people who know me personally would know that I have a peculiar sense of humour and am able to digest all the ridiculous tales with a hearty guffaw, but then this time I was taken aback more than once. Even the old ladies of once upon a time era, septuagenarian ex beauty queens, found me a topic to hallucinate and mumble about. down phone lines. I found out that a onetime colleague of mine in the performing industry in enticing a little old lady for her attention wove the most graphic and technicoloured stories that were in turn blown out of proportion by the little old lady. Just last week a very young dude, who kindly sent his photograph in which he looks like an overworked Dracula, called me a pretty foxy hen. These people do not even take the trouble of getting their dates, whereabouts or situations correct. Why do they even bother sending messages I would never know. Ah Silly Lanka, the land of the mysterious caller, the marriage saver, the unidentified nosey parker, the hidden cyber heroes, the authors of anonymous hate mail. Till next time darlings. Cheriooooo and all that.