Ok-so where was I??Ahhh, yes...the train had just stopped...
So this Krishna man- he's just as bewildered as the rest of us, but he pretends he is no longer a non-Buddhist, but a rescue officer of some kind.He yells something like:
"Don't worry everybody- this bloke's got himself a certificate in first aid!"
The "bloke" he was refering to happened to be fast asleep with not inkling as to the goings-on in the train.
Well anyway- mortified and embarrased as I was- there was more to come. The Air-con stopped!! And I was wearing this thick-as coat, which I had absolutely no way of taking off as I was kind of squased in between 5 other people.
Ok- so you all think its over, but it's actually not!
Miraculously, the train starts again. Whew!! (*deep sigh of relief*).So the non-Buddhist-wannabe-rescue-officer-Krishna-man sits himself down again. And so began his story of how he imagines oz to be a coutry of fantasies...I'm thinking: Fantasies??!!?
Somehow I survived the next 5 minutes.
Finally...the good news: He was getting off!!!But not before a final scene.As he left his seat, he yelled out to an old lady all the way on the other side of the carriage:
"Excuse me! Excuse me madam...you can sit down now... I'm getting off!"T
he lady was hesitant (obviously), since she would have had to jump over ten other people just to make her way across to the seat.But of course (ok- I have to admit, he was doing a nice thing- its just the way he went about doing the nice thing that was really ... well, wierd) he escorted her back to his seat. And by escort I mean, he trampled over all ten others who were unlucky enough to be standing in that carriage on that day.
There's my story...Now, advise me: how would you react to someone like that??!!??
Sunday, April 17, 2005
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
The Interesting People
Ok- my "journeys" to and from uni have given me many valuable skills (eg- kill a conversation with just one look; ignore pestering strangers who want to start a conversation; smile kindly at old people so they'll leave you alone because you're just too exhausted to be nice; and finally avoid people who supposedly think they recognise you from somewhere you've never been ten years ago!)...just to name a few.
However, one man, and one man only rendered all my skills useless. How, you may ask?
Well, here's how...It was the crack of dawn (or 8:00am for those who wanna get technical) and I was seated (extremely uncomfortably) on the train to the city. I was with a couple of mates and since there was no other space, we sat in one of those double seaters (occupied by just one man)... so we (being the naive little fools that we were) decided to make ourselves cozy. 3
seconds after my behind had touched the plastic excuse for a seat, the man had me almost jump out of my skin by saying(no, yelling): "I'm your friend!" And everyone in the previously silent carriage turns in our general direction. So, of course, he continues by saying something like: "Don't worry..." (I had bewildered expression and he was addressing me)..."I support your cause." Cause? What cause??? Do i look like someone with a cause? and wat did he mean by cause anyway??
Well, now i was not only sitting on the seat that made noises with the slightest movements, but this man was not finished with us- even though I had turned a never-before-seen shade of red (partly from embarrasment and partly from trying to supress laughter at my 2 friends' facial expressions).
"I'm your friend, really..." he continued..."even though my name is Krishna, but i'm not really Buddhist..."
Krishna! For the love of God- I met a man with the tattoo of a snake spiralling all the way up his forearm who likes to be called Krishna!!!!!!
Help me out here dagz, snowman and mutant... do people like this really exist or do you think he was practicing for a play of some kind? Or maybe he's part of another one of those twisted reality shows??
But wait, he was not done yet...At the next stop 2 more ladies decided to squash in next to us (to their everlasting regret, i bet). Now, I'm not sure why the train stopped moving and why lights and the aircon turned off at that point... to be continued at a later time...
However, one man, and one man only rendered all my skills useless. How, you may ask?
Well, here's how...It was the crack of dawn (or 8:00am for those who wanna get technical) and I was seated (extremely uncomfortably) on the train to the city. I was with a couple of mates and since there was no other space, we sat in one of those double seaters (occupied by just one man)... so we (being the naive little fools that we were) decided to make ourselves cozy. 3
seconds after my behind had touched the plastic excuse for a seat, the man had me almost jump out of my skin by saying(no, yelling): "I'm your friend!" And everyone in the previously silent carriage turns in our general direction. So, of course, he continues by saying something like: "Don't worry..." (I had bewildered expression and he was addressing me)..."I support your cause." Cause? What cause??? Do i look like someone with a cause? and wat did he mean by cause anyway??
Well, now i was not only sitting on the seat that made noises with the slightest movements, but this man was not finished with us- even though I had turned a never-before-seen shade of red (partly from embarrasment and partly from trying to supress laughter at my 2 friends' facial expressions).
"I'm your friend, really..." he continued..."even though my name is Krishna, but i'm not really Buddhist..."
Krishna! For the love of God- I met a man with the tattoo of a snake spiralling all the way up his forearm who likes to be called Krishna!!!!!!
Help me out here dagz, snowman and mutant... do people like this really exist or do you think he was practicing for a play of some kind? Or maybe he's part of another one of those twisted reality shows??
But wait, he was not done yet...At the next stop 2 more ladies decided to squash in next to us (to their everlasting regret, i bet). Now, I'm not sure why the train stopped moving and why lights and the aircon turned off at that point... to be continued at a later time...
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