Trials and Tribulations of an ordinary girl in an extraordinary world

As I sit in front of the TV watching a movie where-in a girl catches bullets fired at her with her hands and that too mind you with her eyes closed, I cannot help but wonder what are hapless ordinary women like me supposed to do who cannot catch a football thrown at them at .5m/s speed and that too mind you with two hands, two legs and eyes wide open. Sigh.. This is a chronicle of people for whom getting by daily and mundane days in life also poses big challenges.

Like for instance today, it was a routine lunch that that millions of people out on work grab at restaurants/food courts across the world. I too walked into one. And this particular food court had a card system, wherein you buy a card for x amount of money and then pay with your card at the different counters rather than with money. Well I seriously feel allowing people to pay with money is so much better and customer friendly (but more on that another day). So I walk with a swagger get a card, happily but myself food and eat it without much relish(given that my guilt is overworking overtime, I am not supposed to eat outside given that I have almost successfully ruined my liver). I then move quickly out to a store nearby to pick some stuff up which is when I realize that I forgot to return my card and get the balance money back. I run lugging along my , by this time, huge shopping bags, and reach the food court, huffing and puffing and start raising a ruckus about my stolen card. I send all of the staff into a tizzy, from the person at the counter who served me the food , to the Assistant manager F&B , to the security guards, to the people who are now sitting at the table which I had occupied when I lost my precious card. All the while the staff were going around sincerely trying to look for my card,  I stood there looking at each and every person like a detective would look at probable murder suspects and swearing under my breath , you will never get away with doing evil to a good soul.  After a considerable ruckus was raised and no card was found the manager tried to pacify me saying, he would give me a call as soon as he found the card as he couldn’t do anything without the card. I left the place but not before calling friends and family and telling them of my misfortune and also ruing the end of innocence err rather honesty. I finished my days work with a heavy heart and a lighter wallet.  In the evening, still in a victim mode I enter my apartment and dump my bag first thing and fish out my spare mobile phone to check for calls and no sooner I pull it out of its cover then plok, falls the much missed Card from the food court. Frankly,   I have never been more disappointed before at finding a lost item ever in my life. I mop a little more, my folly having replaced my victimhood as the centre of attention. And to rub salt over my musings about my almost delirious mind, I see the superwoman now flying through air killing baddies (The only thing I can kill with that much elan would probably be mosquitoes) and hum to myself an old hindi song…” tune kaheko duniya banayi “