The KFC Girl
If Only I kept eyes open when it mattered most !!! |
KFC, Kentucky Fried Chicken the world’s
second largest fast food restaurant chain in the world, the only place on earth I
will eat food at without creating a fuss about the menu, I mean what fault can I
find with a menu that has an option for a ‘bucket full’ of fried chicken in it?
I love everything about the KFC
outlets in India, the staff are usually in high spirits greeting me with an
enthusiastic- Hey, how you doing sir? (Completely ignoring the person who just
placed their order), they look so trim and fit almost making me feel like the
food I’m about to eat is completely healthy, their patrons are unpretentious,
the music is always good and everyone is basically having a good time.
But perhaps the thing I like most about
eating at KFC is that there is no pressure to stick to some elaborate eating
etiquette with knives and forks and napkins, everyone just grabs their share of
the chicken with their bare hands and bite into it like savages from another
era.
In the picture above I’m standing in
front of a KFC outlet where I had an unforgettable experience a couple of years
ago.
It was a warm Sunday afternoon and I was
out shopping with my parents, my brother had wandered off into a street beside
the main road and tired of looking through curtain samples with my mother I decided
to take a stroll.
The pleasant expression on Colonel
Sanders face at the KFC outlet opposite where I stood reminded me that my
brother had expressed an interest in trying out a new flavor of ‘Krushers’ that
had been launched recently.
I walked in to the restaurant; to my
surprise the usual Sunday crowd was missing, apart from a couple of girls who
stood at the counter the place was more or less empty.
One of them looked at me as I walked
in and immediately turned her gaze towards the display board above, the girl
next to her stood with her back turned toward me; she wore a white shirt and
blue jeans. I couldn't see her face the two of them were trying hard to decide
what they would like to have.
They made way for me to place my
order.
“Hey there sir, what would you like to
have”? The Guy across the counter said to me in the usual KFC enthusiastic tone.
Till that point of time I knew exactly
what I was going to order, but standing next to the girl in the white shirt my
mind went blank. I looked back at the sales staff, he repeated himself, again I wasn't able to open my mouth and say anything.
It was almost as if my heart had
stopped beating for a while, like I had just been given a high voltage electric
shock, from the corner of my eye I noticed that the girl had turned towards my
side, I am damn sure she was looking straight at me but I was too scared to
turn around and see who it was, my heart started beating again but this time it
went into overdrive, palpitations and tiny tremors followed.
Meanwhile the salesman across the
counter was losing his patience, the girl momentarily turned away and I relaxed
a little, even though I still wasn’t able to talk, I pointed my index finger at
the ‘Krusher’ my brother was interested in, with a little difficulty he
understood what I wanted and he left the counter to get things ready.
The girl turned her gaze towards me
once again, more electricity this time, I stood there motionless, if my eyelids
weren’t moving people would’ve thought I was having a stroke or something, all I
had to do was turn my neck a few degrees to the left and I would see who this
girl was.
“Common Thomas do it, turn around”!
One half of my brain said to me.
“Don’t be a sentimental idiot, take
your order and get out”. The other half told me.
“She might be the one, just turn your
neck and see who it is”. The better half of my mind said sympathetically.
“Nonsense, whoever it is she’ll eventually
break your heart man”. The other half said.
I decided to go against ‘the other
half’ of my brain and I slowly started straining my neck to look to my left,
just then my order arrived.
“Damn it”! I thought to myself.
“Hey ma’am welcome to KFC”. The
salesman yelled at the person behind, pleased that he was finally done with me.
I walked out of the restaurant trying my best not
to look back.
Sitting in the car confused by the whole incident it occurred to me that both halves of my
mind had finally arrived at a consensus, they both now felt that I had done the wrong thing
by walking out on that girl the way I did, in fact the ‘other half’ now strongly
believed that I should have asked her for her name and number too.
A few minutes passed, I started having second thoughts,
I should’ve at least seen who it was, what if she was ‘the One’?
Too late, dad had already started the car and
brother had gulped down half his drink.
The car started to move.
I knew I would regret this later but I barged out
of the back seat and ran back to the restaurant.
The girl and her friend were gone.
No sign of them anywhere inside or outside.
They had left, the moment had passed, it was over.
I
am probably never going to see that girl again, and even if I did I can never
know for sure if she is the same girl whom I stood next to that day, unless of
course if she remembers the whole encounter when we meet again-if we meet again.
But then what are the odds of such a thing
happening? Very, very less I guess.
I’m sure that in your life too there have been
such experiences but I also know that it’s not easy to just throw away our
inhibitions and follow our heart every time something weird happens, but if we
actually did do so, if we muster some courage and chase after these small subtle
signs that life shows us from time to time, we may discover something wonderful.
The possibilities are unlimited.
Until next time,
TGV
Cool piece of writing its very happening.... i liked the part wen u imply that perhaps destiny would get us back togather.... if u ask me i get terribly conscious wen some1s eyeing me ... euphoria erupts like volcano grandiosity follows i walk with my head high not that 1 is hitting on but for admiration strangers emit ...my brain's hemispheres in unison would ve picturised a geeky onlooker but 9 out of 10 has left me high n dry ....wats ironical in my case is that viewrs r inversely proportional to modality of grooming...
ReplyDeleteAgain, i'm at a loss for words ! Thanks rj...
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