  Tuesday, April 06, 2004 A Midwest Medieval Magnificent Mile Huma Abid Sheikh. Ygirl:So is there something you want me to ask you in particular...............Mr. Not Worth it and Mr. punctual!
Z man: Maim whatever you want to ask would be considered as "your wish is my command. " Y girl: I asked so as you.....said you your self said, you’ll answer my questions from now onwards. Z man: Sorry it wasn’t for you. Wrong window. I am so sorry Miss Y for this indecent act of mine. Y girl: Should be Y girl: But vindication accepted Y girl: If I may ask who was it for, then. Z man: I am grateful.
Miss Y has always been kind to this ordinary mortal. Y girl: So I have been…Sir! Y girl: The indecent act I am inquiring about here? Z man: It’s nice that you are extending the similar courtesy though very undeserved but her highness benevolence knows no bounds. Y girl: Oh, not at all sir answering back in the same conduct is my pleasure. Z man: Pleasing this person has always been your priority baroness Y. Y girl): baroness?
Now what on the earth does this mean? Z man: it’s an English title given to a woman. For men it is baron... Z man: should the baroness needs further explanation...Can ask Y girl: I don't suppose baron........using it like this, is it the right way? Z man: I beg your pardon madam. Your last statement remains bit unclear for an ordinary mind like mine... Y girl: Exonerate me for such an immature act but you addressed yourself in a very polite manner..........it should have been for a “pea brain like me”...Instead Y girl: Mr. Z enough of this Y girl: I need to breath now Z man: Only if my kissing right restored.
Y girl: Z man: no more kisses for you, you don’t deserve my kisses.................I abide by your wish SIR...or I should say Good Sir Y girl: and vice versa Z man: yes lady Y…that was my statement. I shall abide by it till death should you continue with the language that we have been using for our discourse.... Y girl: Nooooooo Z Z man: or else.
I need the right to kiss and being kissed. Should you think it’s too much of a demand? I can still live. (For living without it is already destined and destinies can only be changed by the great ones and I am just a person living in this world till I complete my term) Y girl: the crowning of this wishful thinking will be consummated when we ever encounter each other........ Y girl: That’s all I wish to say on this affair… Z man: our encounter seems to be tied up in knots for ever maim.
We cannot meet...or else lady Y must have plans which are not disclosed Y girl: Further discussion on the account will bring more lacerate and nothing virtuous Z man: was I virtuous ever...I ask the lady... Y girl: what if the lady does not wish to answer Z man: then consider the question was never asked.
Her majesty could turn down whatever she wishes to at will and stroke...in her kingdom its absolutism. I came across this discourse of dialogue from the “Do Not Times” but at a very chichi place. “Apple” yes, “The Apple outlet” on Michigan Ave, Chicago. As me and my husband slowed down for a little fast food and to check our emails. Still a little dopey I looked around to find who could actually still talk no, no, no no not talk but actually chat in such an aristocratic manner that too in the Windy City. But to my dismay none around fit the script well. So I copy pasted and christened my inbox with this holy English rap session.
Hushedly chuckled and walked out of the main door towards the Cheese Factory. As I past across the Magnificent Mile an unholy brain wave struck me. Standing in the waiting line for my turn to get seated I couldn’t stop thinking about time, was every second of our life controlled by fate. Or is life just a series of random occurrences? If Miss Y was by any chance ten minutes late to get online.
She wouldn’t have ever run into Mr. Z. Is time every thing? While I was still debating silently in my mind my eyes caught a very charming girl sitting under the umbrella and talking to her friend “Like every women consumed with a relationship problem, I needed a project from obsessing and my hands from dialing his number. The moment I fixed the hands free set it was you on the other end. So here I am saved from the close call of calling him.
Not bad timings this time.” I felt a curve on my face and I bet my eyes twinkled, for I was just in time to hear that. I gave way to another couple who was right beside me and thought enough cheesy thoughts on my behalf. Enough rats waiting to get in the rat race…so one out won’t make much of a difference. Tsk tsks see another cheesy thought!!! Walking towards my hotel I passed across the M.M again, but this time thinking, can you make a mistake and miss your fate?
Got my self a cab and there it was right behind the drivers seat, “Which Tarot Card Are You?” CALL 1-tar-ots-card!!! And I thought to myself, just because fate doesn’t deal you the right cards, it doesn’t mean you should give up. It just means you have to play the cards you get to their maximum potential. With the cab meter passing its verdict $6.75 and myself having no change…I gave the cab driver a bill of $10.
Through the partition as if a prisoner giving out a letter to send back home and politely asked him to keep the change!!! As I flung the door and shut it back. The driver lowered his window and said “We are no prisoners of fate, but only prisoners of our own minds. Thank you and you have a wonderful evening maim!” A spontaneous “You too!” springed up from my mouth.
And I walked towards Hyatt’s main entrance I saw my reflection in the revolving door and the tilted crescent on my face that wrinkly forehead and those tipsy eyeballs and thought to my self, hmm WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN UP TO , YOUNG LADY!!! :) p.s. (Thanks to a friend who helped building the conversation) 
