Ooooh It's Carnival Time Meya! Hmmm... and AIDS Day too
Myeee it was a big hullabaloo this weekend my dears! When the boys that
were right Royal and old boys of the union decided to have their annual
Mardi Gras at the old place where the horses ran and also a place where
some sporting one from a former political cabinet behaved like an over
-charged stud bull (I mean horse) running after some gal.
But Darlings! the thing about that thing that became news headline
over everything else, making eyes pop out of every head that heard it
through the ears affixed to them.
Though the one from the Cabinet decided to run behind the gal she was
quite good at teaching the one from the Cabinet, whose portfolio the gal
came under (the 'Under' bit the chap took too seriously probably) a few
things about running as she had beaten many a fast dames all over the
world at the game.
Well, well with all those things from the past the place is famous
for it has still kept its reputation intact as a place that actually let
young boys freak out at old boys' get-togethers, which many Colombytes
from me Colombian's Colombo were talking about and living it up last
Me Colombian of course do not pay much attention to such tardy events
these days, especially when they happen under heavy showers as the sky's
seem to have made it a habit opening up almost on a daily basis no?
Haney darlings! You know no? these me Colombian's Colombytes, they
will doll up and even hang a umbrella by the side to add reason to their
But it was a day of observance and remembering as the so called
'young blood' went into action, caught up under me Colombian's observing
gaze, reminding me Colombian that AIDS Day was unsafely, safe sex away.
The khaki types were all over the place having a good time of their
own as the young offsprings of me Colombian's Colombytes were all strewn
around in their scandalous splendour, specially the young girls dear.
Oh Dear! me Colombian wanders whether these young misses parents have
no imagination whatsoever as the way most of them were dressed they have
hardly left anything to anybody's imagination, for that matter.
Oh Darlings! The boys were freaking out, not only the young ones?
even 'The Old Boys' as they call themselves; were even worse. But that
darlings has nothing to do with their 'prowess after 40' syndrome that
most men suffer by and through too.
It is just that they are so boring at home the wives look for other
better things to do (Old Girls Union, Cat Club, Outer Wheel or Junta
Club work) rather than encourage their husbands' failing libido, which
they themselves fail to own up to.
Hmmm.... it is true meya that the Don Juan that go around talking and
making their carnal desires noticed in public are the ones who have
'missed the point' long time back that their wives 'don't miss the point
So these aging Don Juans, who are gracefully called 'Old Boys' go on
a rampage thinking that the girls are 'still' after them and try hard to
hit a target with something that's, soooo faultily blunt Meya!
But with the way these young lassies are dressed Dear! They seem to
be interested in encouraging the whole of the male fraternity coming
Looking as if they are suffering from the '16 to 60 syndrome' at such
a young age, unless they were looking for a lift back home at that late
hour, standing outside those carnival gates.
But me Colombian wanders if these are the types that end-up looking
for a 'lift in their lives', even in their old age? As this lady who
lives in this posh abode in me Colombian's Colombo.
As this lady lives a life of total 'undeclared isolation' after her
husband's long past demise, living with a mind and body both still
seeking some companions company. Seeking me Colombian's advice?
The lady, now in her sixties; asks "What shall I do Deaaar?" and
wants to know whether it will look a little over the top, if she
advertised her whim in the marriage columns of Daily News' Akka, The
Me Colombian who is an expert of saying where to insert the
classified rather than advise the old dame of things that can sooth her
body and mind and where to find it, so I told the eager lady that the
Akka 'Observer' was the best solution.
The lady preferred to insert the advertisement on her own. May be she
was feeling too embarrassed of me Colombian reading the way she put down
her wants and needs on paper.
One fine Sunday morning me Colombian gets a frantic call from my love
bitten, over-aged Colombyte lady saying that her classified need has
been inserted in the most unsuitable section of the classifieds. It has
appeared in the end of the column under the heading 'Personal' which
sounds quite normal in connection to what the lady was looking for?
But dears, as the Sunday Observer's personal column does not carry
cell-phone numbers of advertisers who seek to meet their companions at
some hotel room or the other or offer massages 'At your place or mine'
as in some weekend papers, this poor ladies request too has ended up in
the space that offers hired transport or 'Lifts' to office workers and
Reading it, the lady was agog saying that she will never find what
she was looking for after what has happened.
So! Here I was again trying to help one of my Colombytes by saying
some soothing words to her comfort.
It was my declaration that her request was planted in the most
suitable column "How come" she snarled and me Colombian kept my cool
while saying "My dear! while every body else in there was looking for a
'Lift' to and from some office or a school. You, My Dear! you were
looking for a 'Lift' in your life?"
But she was all mad about it, saying that I am no good friend
'because I did not collaborate properly to find the man of her dreams'.
But I further consoled her saying that since she haven't pointed out
particularly the kind of qualifications the man of her dreams should
process? one of the van drivers plying his van up and down from where
ever to where ever will apply for the vacancy.
After all, isn't that what we read mostly in the newspapers these
day, of how waiting mothers of young school children are found in the
waiting arms of young van drivers, while some Guest House or lodge was
rounded up by the Police.
Hmmm... so I told my dear Colombyte lady in her sixties that she will
have to be content with what came along and nothing did.
Not until she decided to get further advice from me Colombian and
dolled up to join me the other day, to go along to the Carnival by those
old boys at the former place where the horses were running and a former,
former, former one from the Cabinet was also caught running.
This time behind. Well, well it was all good news for my lady of
sixty as she greeted some rather brawny looking man whom she claimed was
one of her husband's friends and widowed (Both sound comfortable
options, don't they?)
The next best declaration she made to me Colombian is that " I
actually first met him long before I married my husband, while I was
only sixteen". She said with a wilful glee giving the man the glad eye.
All that hit me Colombian's mind is that 16 or 60, with the 1
following 6 or 6 following 0, this couple that met after a lapse of time
looked as if they were at sixes and sevens at present probably. But to
be sorted out later. Hmmm.....
While wishing the lady at sixes and sevens with her newly found
'Manly Hope' (who, me Colombian noticed had a glad eye for those young
chicks that were parading outside the carnival gates, showing of the
maximum attired in the minimum) me Colombian would like to remind the
young guys and gals that carnival time had got off with a bang and all
of me Colombian's Colombytes will join the fun too, as much as it is
carnival time in the city, today is world AIDS day too and contributing
to it by being a victim is most unwelcome.