Years ago, I remember being at this new place in town that had opened up at the Crowne Plaza – Zouk. It was opening night, the place was filled with people ranging in age from 21 to 65, and we were all having a great time.
So there I was watching yet another Netflix show from the Marvel stable, Iron Fist. The show oscillates between the realities of corporate sharks and everyday life and crime in New York, and the superhero warrior monk/long-lost heir from K’un-L’un, a fantastical other-dimensional land that touches base with Earth every 15 years. Barely three episodes in, the question it led me to had nothing to do with magical superheroes or cutthroat deals.
Much like me, I am sure you too have received SMSes and even calls from people who’ve wanted to give you the great news that you have won RO5,000, and all you need to do is to give the caller your account number so that the prize is yours. I am also sure you’ve had a good laugh over the idea of someone being naive enough to be taken in by such obvious scams.
Remember the days when you stored prints of photographs in albums that you could comb through together as a family, and laugh and cry and reminisce over? After coming across a boxful of such photo albums while hunting for some old papers, I spent the best part of an hour looking through pictures of my first trip to my husband’s hometown soon after we were married, pictures of my two year old with his Skeletor, He-Man and Castle Grayskull, him cutting his cricket-themed cake on his seventh birthday...so many memories. And such awful, awful hair, (mine, not my son’s) which I could have done without remembering.
“There is one drrrrrr.... sound from car, Madam.” “Grrrrrr?” “No, no madam, drrrrr.” “Oh, can you tell me from where exactly?” I asked, making it sound like I could just jump in and solve the issue. Luckily the man on the other end of the phone was a polite one and he patiently explained that when he started the car, the drrrr would begin and the car would not move.