Grasp of reality. Very poor. Photo by Podtech
I was at this Intel press conference, poking away on the cell-phone trying to look occupied even though no one’s calling me. The interview was interesting but I’m getting a little naush of press conferences, at least the beginning. That damnable orange drink just makes me more thirsty and sitting there feels like school. Then I see this guy that looks vaguely familiar. I thought he was from online or Scourge’s friend or something so I go say hi. So I’m like, ‘do I know you from somewhere? Are you a blogger or something?’ He says no so I ask him his name. It’s Kumar. Then I’m like ‘who are you with?’ and he’s just says ‘they called and asked me to come’. I really don’t get it now cause it’s not like this guy is going to buy that many chips. His English is impeccable and I ask if he’s travelled and he says no, spent most of the time in Kandy. Anyways, I’m really comfused and I say nice meeting you and he walks inside.
I’m sitting in the i-came-too-early blacklight reading the press release when it’s hits me. He’s Kumar Sangakkara. One of the biggest cricket stars in a cricket obsessed nation. I know him from a goddam billboard. Damn advertising making me feel like I know people. I think I should really cut back on the talking for a while.