A day in paradise
Wednesday, August 15, 2007I may choose apathy or I can play autism but after a group of protesters armed with banners and never-ending chant passed before me, he caught my attention.
True to the form of Taong Grasa as defined by self-righteous society, he was comfortably sitting in his place in the sidewalk. He was wrapped up by his self-made world.
As if awakened, he stood up. With his precious dirty tuxedo, he put his hands on his hips and like professional model, he posed. After enjoying his new-found profession, he relaxed. He then engaged in a conversation with someone he alone can see. He nodded, talked, smiled a little then stopped as if to listen.
For reasons unknown to me, his face hardened, his eyes became fierce. His conversation with his “friend” turned into an argument. He was so furious obscenities flew from his mouth. In one fluid motion, he assumed the form of Bruce Lee. For few minutes, scenes of him were like from kung-fu movies. He fought so hard with his invisible enemy. He was afraid to lose for his reputation is at stake. After another series of round kicks, he raised his arms and laughed like a madman.
Like nothing happened, he went to his place in the sidewalk and again absorbed in his own world. The honking of approaching jeepney stimulated me back to my senses. I went aboard the jeep, once settled inside I increased the volume of my mp3 player. I shut myself from the chaos of reality while escaping from the world the Taong Grasa created for both of us.
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