My Fly

Turns out the normal route I take from the bus stop to my office had undergone some rather drastic constructive surgery over the weekend, because of which I had to take a detour and walk fast enough to reach the office before 8, but look like I'm not really in a hurry to the average passer-by (don't ask me why I care...). Knowing that I was short of time (and breath at this point), the air decides to de-oxyginate so that I am enacting the scene from Toy Story (1) where Woody knocks off Buzz's helmet, and Buzz is left there gasping for air. Just as my lungs get used to the reduced levels of O2, I turn around the corner and am greeted by a mini sand storm, that seemed to have formed just for me. As I brave my way through it (like Ethan Hunt in MI4) and inch towards the office, I realize that I'm not alone. I felt followed. In the beginning it was to my left, and then to my right. Attempting to figure out where that annoying fly was made me look like I was trying to do a Michael Jackson dance move in the middle of the street (and it's not a pretty sight, mainly because nobody can dance like MJ - he's a legend (and also, I'm not very well coordinated))!

I stop spinning around, try and ignore the fly, rush to the office and make sure I close the entrance doors behind me. I switch my computer on and settle in for the next 9 hours at work when I hear a "zzzzz..." IT WAS BACK! How did it follow me? I have no idea! Suddenly, this one little fly was everywhere at the same time: on the rim of my tea cup, keyboard, telephone, papers, calendar, scarf, nose, table...EVERYWHERE! Rubbing its hands (or legs) together, it plotted of different ways to annoy me.

I tried all the sane ways of getting rid of it: shooing it away, huffing puffing and blowing at it, karate chop actions - the whole shebang. Nothing worked.
I tried ignoring it and continue to type away but I couldn't! It had captivated my attention 100%! Does that mean I'm easily distracted? Phhtt...NO!

In the end, I resorted to the most reasonable way of ending this dispute: communication. I spoke to the little fella (while nobody was looking at me of course). And believe me - it worked! Well, sort of. Fly now occupies the right corner of my table and I get to keep my space and peace. Fly does like to remind me of its presence every now and then so does zoom past my face and cause me to instinctively slap my nose, but for the most of it - we've made peace. Now if Fly and I could work things out by just getting it all out and talking about it, why would it not work with two (or more) human beings? TALK! You never know what good might come out of it.

Wait...is this the same fly that sat on my roast paan in Sri Lanka 2 years ago??? Why you FLY!!!