Let's Get Married!

I saw someone today pretty as Elizabeth Taylor in Cleopatra that I said to myself, let's get married! (If only it is that simple to marry someone you like). I say 'like' because at this point in time this 'like' hasn't grown into something big enough to become love. Not yet, and chances are it will never grow big enough to become something I can associate it with love. Besides, the possibility of meeting up with this pretty woman the second time is as good as getting a job interview with Osama Ben Laden for a vacancy as a writer to pen down a memoir on his childhood ambition of becoming a red indian. (If only meeting up someone you like, but don't know the name of, is as simple as turning on a switch to run a blender to mix garam masala...)

I met her again. The second time. In the carpark. It wasn't entirely lady luck working in my favor. My car was on the west end of the carpark while hers on the east end. In between is a space wide enough to fit fourteen aircraft carriers. Thinking on my feet, I figured it didn't take much by way of strategy to turn this rare opportunity into something that could lead to majlis risek merisek, and then followed by hantaran, kenduri kendara, and I get to slaughter maybe two or four buffaloes at one go with my favorite German knive, and then majlis bersanding, and then majlis suap menyuap pulut kuning which I'm sure I can get my in-laws to agree to change this with something more appropriate like a whole leg of roast lamb so I can have the whole leg to myself, followed by things married people usually do like taking a stand on everything so we can start fighting right away over who has more right to sleep on the right side of the bed, or the left side.

By this time she had put away all the groceries in the trunk to drive away passing me by without looking in the general direction I was standing holding on to a trolley full of groceries for a full-grown man. Sometimes it is good not to think too much or turn everything into a television commercial.