Experiences.
I have had the most unbelievable
and unreal experiences. Of course, I am
certain everyone has their fair share of experiences. But, boy, I seem to take THAT chunky portion of cake, that's laced with everything
possible! Cream? Cherry? Caramel? Strawberry Sauce? Nuts? Almonds? Gummy
Bears? Nah, not one, I get the whole
DEAL, with every single topping possible!
But you learn, my God do you learn.
Let's take last week for example,
my week began with a stalker, one who slyly follows me around in my office
building, while I park in my Basement, in lift, and god alone knows if he has collaborated
with the Peeper!
Oh, while we are at the topic of my
basement, let me elaborate. In a move that would put Indian power cuts to shame,
my office building management has a new and innovative way of cost cutting. Simply cutting off
the lights and the AC, easy! It's
a miracle that they have the lifts running. So at 9.00 in the morning this is
how ,my basement looks...
Picture this, at 5.00pm in the evening, on a Thursday evening nonetheless, when most of the building has already left early to bring in the weekend festivities, you go down to your basement, which is pitch darkness and all the crazy crime scene investigation shows, and murder mysteries that you watch doing you no good, you walk up to your car.... Lo and behold, you have.... well this!
Dear Parking no. 56, I know who
you are, (at least now I do, after my friend and I did a detailed investigation
of you) what I don't know is what is your problem? Clearly, you seem poised and
in place with both your feet comfortably in your engrave, doesn't doing such
kind of sly, shady attics ashame you? That to with someone who is young enough to be your
granddaughter?
A one of case, you may say... Well, last
Thursday, 8th May 2014, to be precise, a Mercedes Benz, started following me on
the road, very close to my office again. He followed me, kept honking, flashing
lights, and coming way too close to my car, etc etc. All this because I may
have overtaken him somewhere before. See, I say I may have, because I overtake a
lot of people, everyone does, people overtake me. I don't see it as the end of
world, but clearly for this guy, it surely was!
So he stopped the car when we got
to a block, came over to my car and open my car door, and started shouting,
screaming and hurled the choicest words from his preferred slanderous
dictionary. When I kept telling him, to stop and rather when I asked him what
he was doing, over and over again, he simply pushed me back into my seat, and
screamed further commanding me to park the car, nearby. Now I was right below my office building,
could have easily gotten into my parking and gotten away from this psychopath,
but then how? My basement is less of a basement and more a part of The Exorcist
or The
Shining's set!
I parked outside, got out of the
car, thinking if the two of us are in the public view, he may refrain from behaving
like an absolute nut job. But no, he continued to do what he was doing and all
the while, there were lots of people at the around, people who saw the whole exchange
but the funny part was, no one came close. Not one of them, though it was
necessary to come and check what this huge Ukrainian guy was doing to this
visibly shaken Indian girl. After about
10 minutes of being drenched in a rain of explicitness and insults, when I
somehow managed to get into the car, He turned T-REX on me!
While I am dialing the Dubai
Police, this guy, starts hitting my car, punching into my car windows, hitting
on it window, again and again so hard that I thought my window would crack. Having exhausted his energy, screaming and punching my car, he then went of to
click multiple pictures of me and my car. Happy with his results, he took off.
In all of my years living in
Dubai, a city where I raised, a city that I love, a city with extremely high safest measures and
a city which gives at most respect to women, I have never seen something like
this!
Having said all this, I would
like to really applaud the Police officers at the Jebal Ali Police Station who
took such a keen interest in this case, especially Office Tariq, who make me
feel extremely comfortable. He didn't need to keep reassuring me or promising
to protect me, but he did. Thank you so much to everyone at the station, for
being such helpful, kind and wonderful human beings and more importantly for making
sure that this Ukrainian jerk will never again be able to do this or anything
else in Dubai!
I seem to be getting wealthier and wealthier on experiences, from Thursday
to Thursday.
Why do you not love me Thursday?
Tell me, baby, why don't you love me... When I make me so damn easy to love? Let's
try again, shall we?
