That most brutal of teachers.

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?