not yet punditik

T he  Greek  Fates . Clotho -  the  Spinner, Lachesis -  Measurer; and Atropos -  Cutter of life's thread. I once told a man to “wait me there”, and the non-discerning soul did wait for me there for a while, at some location he determined for himself.  It was the days before the advent of the mobile phone, and he had to wait until he next time he laid eyes on me to detail his displeasure on my non-appearance.  He was not amused.  I on the other hand burst a stitch.  I still laugh about it to this day.  I still do not get people who do not get sarcasm. I meanwhile have learnt the art “wait me there”.  You do ill too me, hurt or harm me.  Unjustly.  If it is just I can live with it. If not, then the problem happens.  I hasten through the whole gamut of emotions.  Shock.  Disbelief.  Distress.  Contusioned ego.  Mashed up pride.   Primitive anger.  Anger.  H...

I am a creature of habits and routines.  Some good, some nasty, some neither here nor there – Rouge Deck thing with a crimson pool, that I nearly took a tumble into.  Future wise words to self – wear flats on deck. lukewarm, which I hear is reviled in some quarters.  One thing is, I do not often go into some spaces.  Like the food, fashion and furniture affair at the DusitD2 space – nice, with its with its Rouge Deck thing with a crimson pool, that I nearly took a tumble into.  Future wise words to self – wear flats on deck. Food was good.  The mushroom fritter like bites dipped in a ricotta and something and dip were divine.  I shamelessly munched on them in bunches of three.  I told the bites distributer to via me every 5 minutes.  Very obedient.  I stopped counting at their fourth stop.  Meanwhile, I was informed that the word divine is bougie bougie and to stop using it tout de suite.  I did.  Will never speak i...

I am going to heaven in high heels.  In nice funky to-die-for [I can only die once hahahaha] heels.  Orange heels.  That’s my current colour.  Yet I have no orange heels.  Sad.  They may have splashes of other colours.  Awesome looking no pain orange heels.  As comfy as sneakers.  Stilettos or wedges, I really don’t care.  So long as I can kumbayah and walk the gold paved streets with no blisters. In heaven I will have a cavernous closet.  No fights with anyone, spouse included, about my encroaching clothes into their wardrobe space.  No collapsing clotheshorses burdened with 20 years of clothes. No shoes pilled higgledy piggledy at the bottom of every closet in the house.  No shoes soldier arrayed under my bed. There will be shoe racks with enough space for my single coloured, multicouloured, single soled, double soled, soft soled, no sole, slip on, tie up, muled, strapped, baby dolled, strappy, formal , clothe, plea...

I refuse to subscribe to the school of popular belief and action, reigning attitudes and stances.  Or rather, I intend not to subscribe to it.  Intention is the key word here.  Everyone thinks this.  Everyone is doing this.  They did it like this last time.  Uh huh!  That, I don’t do. It does not always work though – my intent.  It is usually strong, but sometimes I get caught up in the gang-ho and find myself prancing right in the middle of the crowd.  I just slip right in, without question or mental qualm.  And it is great fun.  And I really enjoy it.  Plus it’s safe.  Because I am with everyone else.  Warm and comfortable.  Nice and cuddly.  Wallowing in our unified kumbaya of thought and or deed.  But sometimes I say no.  Refuse to slide into the mire.  Of the crowd thought.  Which leaves me some options.  I can, one, choose to stand across the road instead, and wat...

I met a trio of lads the other day.  Young.  Really young.  Young enough to be my kids.  It was an age defining moment - I am old enough to have kids that have gone through college and are earning their living.  Independent young men.  Fine young men.  Doing things.  Going places.  Looking sharp. Sounding good.  And they had been friends for a long time, as long as their young lives allow. We got talking.  About age, of course about age.  Then life issues, perspectives, relationships.  And women.  When young men are involved in a conversation with an older woman, women may be an agenda item.  Each had a different view.  Each had a different mondus operandi. One was not in a relationship.  And was not looking to be in a relationship.  I did not find out why that was; but I understood at this point in his life, he did not need a woman to complete him. [I have always wanted to use that ph...

Customer service is dead.   Cremated by its agents.   Damped over the customers’ expectations. Recently I needed client giveaways.   Urgently.   I called someone who gave me a number for a firm that deals in exactly what I wanted.   I made the call.   And explained what I needed.   I was asked to hold on, and be transferred to the person who could help me.   I talked to a madams.   Lets call her Jean. Jean told me she could send me a catalogue immediately, and I gave her my email address. I waited and waited.   Meanwhile, because I never put all my eggs in one basket, and a bird in the hand is worth two in someones else' office, I called a couple more numbers and got a look see. Twenty four hours later [oh how my patience has grown], I called the firm and asked to speak to June.   I was informed by the person at the other end of the phone that Jean was out, but they would pass on the message.   I impressed ...

I know I am smart.   I can figure out things quite quickly.   And see opportunities clearly. I am brave.   Fearless.   I go for the opportunities.   And I can take on anything and anyone at any time.   I am confident of my prowess and outcomes in situations.   In all that I do, I am first-rate.   And my determination?   Unoutclassable.   Through thick and thin, I get there. I look good.     Actually really fine.   I cut a handsome figure. Which is what makes me think that I can be something more than I am right now. Words running idly in my head as I crisscross the township roads getting my shughulis done. I know I do not know everything.   But I know, I know enough.   To get to where I am going. I know that one day, I will marvel at my journey and be really glad of who I am.   Those around me will be glad too.   They will wonder how it happened, but I will tell them...