Friday, July 25, 2008

Caught!


Ok, I know and don’t lie, we all spy. It’s universal. We spy on people gossiping or who are talking about us just to get that little nuggets of information. I described previously how weird my neighbors are. The one I’m dealing here is 3-4 years older to me. He lives right across the street. He’s a serious gardener and is always taking care of the plants. I get a full view of his gardening skills from my kitchen window. So today as usual I was making some tea and looking across the street to find the faithful gardener. Suddenly his cell starts ringing and he picks it up and he is all smiles. He forgets all about his beautiful plants and is leaning on the gate and khus pussing on his phone and occasionally and tugging at the gate smiling shyly . I could think of one explanation- the gardener found his match! I continue spying and the forget about the tea. After attending to it I look up. He was gone!. I look left, right center up and down the street nowhere..Them I saw something..a face. It was him- looking at me from behind the parapet. Shit! He caught me spying on him. He counter spyed! I immediately ducked and cursed a million times, I was caught doing the thing girls are expert at after shopping and talking. I was caught spying!

Whats the deal?


Firstly for those who think this post is about the Nuclear deal. Please spare me.
Okay, down to business I continue reporting the queer and weird things that keep happening in my mundane life.
This incident really blew the bazooka in me. Mom asks me to get something from the supermarket and I go to nearby store ‘ More’. First task find the right kind of Surf. I was in no mood of finding it myself so I did what most lazy people do- I went to the store helper. But something was wrong about her she was….bumpy. Realization dawned and I noted that she was pregnant and I thought not to trouble her and turned to ask another helper. But wait… a weird bulge from somewhere. Even this lady was pregnant! DiD they hire only pregnant women? I did the only thing I could think of- went and found a male helper. No chances of bumps there right? But I turn around and I’m greeted by another –you guessed-bump. This time it was a pregnant customer and behind her another. Oh god! What was happening? Why were they everywhere? It was like in a weird science fiction movie where you turn around to find a zombie, except this movie seemed to be directed by a feminist. Every zombie I turned to was invariably pregnant. Then I realized something else. 5 against 1. But wait a ray of hope… a girl. A normal non bumpy girl walks in. Yay! Then I did what my sense told me to do..I ran Ran before even this one turns bumpy!