The Consequences of Stupidity!!

For the past twenty four hours, I have been repeatedly hitting my head with various objects from the flat of my hand, to the steering wheel of my car, to the surface of my desk and all the proverbial walls, stones and rocks that came in the way. The past twenty four hours have proven to me, that when it comes to doing the most unbelievably stupid things, I proudly don the mantle of the Queen Bee.

Imagine years ago, being foolish enough to be the scape goat for a friend while she went canoodling or woodling with her selected beau. You know the scapegoat?

“Hey mom, I’m going to Sarah’s place! Will be back soon!” And conveniently slipping into the car at the gate after saying a quick hello/goodbye to my mom, saying her brother’s picking her up.

And we are speaking of pre-mobile telecommunication times so inaccessibility could be acceptable. Anyhow, also imagine that you can’t stand the guy as in hate him with a vengeance which would have you tear him up into teeny tiny bits with a smile on your face! This was to the extent that you offered prayers of thanks when the relationship crashed onto the rocks even while offering your friend the box of tissues.

Fast forward a few years to a situation at the bank where the staff in all its helpful courtesy is slowly and surely pushing you to the point of wrenching your hair out of its elegant French pleat and stamping your foot like a petulant three year old. Has anybody else noticed how excessively unhelpful bank staff is when you actually want something to get done ‘urgently’? Anyway, in this scenario where five-sixths of your mind is occupied with how to explain to these people what you want, imagine hearing hoarse tones saying:

“Oh hello Sarah… It is so good to see you!”

The frown on my face would have cracked stone but he doesn’t even flinch as I said “Excuse Me?”

“Oh you don’t remember me. Heehee! We just met once or twice. I’m XYZ… I was friends with A!”

“Oh!” (Can’t you just see the dawning expression of absolute joy in my face?)

“So how have you been? I’ve seen you come in on a number of occasions but you always look like you’re in such a hurry! Heehee!”

“And what let you know that I have a lot of time on my hands right now?”

“Heehee! A always used to say you are a very jokey person!”

And it went on for what seemed like forever, because after a while I just tuned out which turned to be my downfall. Somewhere in the midst of this conversation, the documents I needed were finally provided and I was checking and rechecking to make sure I had everything. It’s all a little hazy except when I was snapped back into reality at the horrifying sound of my own voice reciting my mobile number on auto play back!


Since that most devastating disclosure, I have been inundated by phone calls and messages by the married, pompous, paunch worthy, balding father of 2 acting oh so chummy! I have been addressed by a despised nickname that I tolerated only from A and am being most courteously asked if I mind having a relationship with him. Under the severe duress of getting bells every 5 minutes, I finally picked up the call to tell the ‘gentleman’ that our relationship falls under the category of very vague acquaintances and that in itself is MORE than enough… Does he get the hint? NO!

So far today, I have counted 26 attempts at him trying to call me in addition to the 15 sms that he’s sent which range from obscene to obscener to obscenest attempts at making jokes! What is it about men by the way thinking it’s easier to get through to a woman by sending rather blatantly sexual jokes? Is it attractive to be told that smart men and shoelaces are common in that they keep in touch with…. Never mind! Touchwood the phone has been silent for the last two hours but I’d rather look for a more permanent solution to the problem in the form of a new number! And then switching banks!

In other news, my research paper remains unwritten while my inbox plays out the opening serenades of reminders from university about the paper due at 9am on January 5th. Why is it so hard for me to sit in front of the computer and actually start writing the damn thing? I keep remembering a fairy tale about the Shoemaker’s Elves and wishing I had paper writing elves that could work for me…

To top this brilliant situation, I also faced the sinking feeling of losing half my life on discovering this morning that my wallet that contains my bank cards, license, I.D., various other essential doo-dahs was missing. After getting the ear bashing of my life from mama dearest, left the house early to go looking since in the 6000 places that I ran errands in yesterday, the bank was the only place I was in a real hurry to get out of. Thank God for having an ex-student working at the bank who discovered my wallet (I was cheap enough when I bought it to have it personalized) on the cash counter and kept it for safe keeping. Brilliant as I am, the only thing I did not have in the wallet were my visiting cards. Even more brilliant, the bank records do not have any contact details listed for me. Although when I think of it, it’s mercy. Imagine that perverted moron with access to my address! Anyhow, my quest shall now be focused on the attainment of two things:

  • A new cell number!
  • A new bank!

13 Responses to “The Consequences of Stupidity!!”

  1. 1 Raj
    Tuesday, December 11, 2007 at 23:52

    there are always three entities – “I” , ” my Mind” and “my Heart”

    in between the rational and emotional part, I suffer .
    I run behind so called dream (loaded on my soul) which doesn’t exist .

    good. get a new cell and new bank . let this world again insert few dreams .

  2. 2 PsycheD
    Wednesday, December 12, 2007 at 11:09

    aahh….so i got one sample of the nightmare eh? πŸ˜› pass on a few more of those jokes will ya! anything for a smile πŸ˜›

    thank god for dad being a (ex) senior banker – never had to go thru the tedious grind of banking stuff and the morons that u have to deal with. actually, come to think of it…its not only in banks! its everywhere!

    and i repeat…….what is it with married men and their extra-marital affairs??? and is it only with us – or its with every girl? :S and the classic-est case is when it’s the ex who wants to continue the ‘relationship’ with u while being married to someone else! why do we get all the wrong kind S? 😦

  3. Thursday, December 13, 2007 at 10:07

    Gawd!!!! Some people are so irritating!! Why do they never get the hint????????????

  4. Friday, December 14, 2007 at 9:46

    which planet these men descend? And what makes them think that every girl out there is available?

  5. 5 Raj
    Friday, December 14, 2007 at 22:03

    lol , dear tanzilla .. optimism has more of Y chromosome ;))

  6. 6 Jaded
    Friday, December 14, 2007 at 22:38

    @ Raj: I thought the insertion of dreams was better left to the individual?

    @ Psyched, Nova & Tanzilla: Is there any point in trying to analyze it? It’s not as if there’s any hope in hell of things improving!!

    @ Raj (Again): πŸ™‚ Always blame it on the genetics!! :-p

  7. 7 Raj
    Saturday, December 15, 2007 at 22:48

    @ jaded : no ,individual is a reflection and product of society . we are made of moral and ethical values of our society ..
    even our individuality is within the limit of social accepetence .

    @jaded again :yes , same way as xx chromosome blame on Y :))

  8. Sunday, December 16, 2007 at 7:07

    What a story! Everyone’s fear, I guess – those people from our pasts that we REALLY want to STAY in the past!

    Men!! geeeezzzzz! (not all, but some . . .)

    Best of luck on your paper.

  9. 10 UD
    Friday, December 21, 2007 at 11:41

    hehehe some times, the attention is really unwanted..
    Eid Mubarak πŸ™‚

  10. 11 Jaded
    Friday, December 21, 2007 at 11:45

    @ Anna: Skeletons! Hate them! πŸ™‚ thanks for sending me some much needed luck! πŸ™‚

    @ Raj: Thank you so much Raj! Wishing you happiness and joy as well!

    @ UD: You said it babe! Eid mubarak to you and yours!

  11. 12 1douchebag
    Tuesday, December 25, 2007 at 5:14

    Hey, don’t hate the guy is in love… You should be lucky people like you.. lol

  12. 13 skzworldofdreams
    Saturday, January 5, 2008 at 13:54

    MY Gawd!! These stooooppped married men!! Dimagh kharab hogaya he in sab ka!!! STTOOOOOPPPPPEDD!!!

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