Chuck Me :)

MICH and I spent the whole of last afternoon in silence, watching Chuck. Not that we had fought or anything but we were just paying some serious attention to our idea of god's gift to women in action. And then, she broke the silence.

"You think we can be good spies together ?," Mich asked.

"Maybe. But we'd still need Chuck. We don't have the Intersect," I replied. We don't know Kung Fu. Neither can we Flash like Chuck nor Zoom like Morgan. 

"Hmm, true. We need Chuck," she agreed. We watched two more episodes after that in silence and sudden laughter.

Like his million or so other fans, I love Chuck Barstowki. We love Chuck. He's the new James Bond in the spy world. A geek you can't help falling in love with. And he can make you wanna work in a place like Buy More, which is probably equivalent to the electronics and home appliances section of a Harvey Norman store. We're now in the middle of the show's final season and, Mich and I are going to miss Chuck (and the team) a lot. Or maybe we're just hung up on Zachary Levi himself. Chuck me !

"Where do you meet a guy like Chuck ?," asked Mich three days ago, sharing a nice bottle of red with me.

"I don't know. Maybe on the dance floor," I said. All the years I've known Mich, she has never danced. Rhythmic movements put her into an instant coma and she''ll never be caught in the act even in private. I'm still trying to coax her into it though. If everything else fails, she has to commit to Zumba at the very least. That'll be my personal mission - to make her dance. 

On the hindsight, I may have met a spy on the dance floor before. I was working when I met this person. Soon we became friends and he told me that he was working for this company. But then, he went missing from time to time. Sometimes I get random surprise messages from him on Google Chat like this :

"Hello! How are you ?"

"Good, thanks! What's up ?"

"Great ! I'm in Dubai now"

"Whoa. Okay, I just saw you three days ago"

"Yeah. Work. Gtg now. Bye !"

Maybe he was a druglord or a hired bad person but he did look a lot like Jake Gyllenhaal (so he can't be all that bad, right?) He also had weird habits like drinking very little - like maybe two sips off a pint of beer and smiling more than talking. He was also painfully polite it wasn't funny and some what geeky, which was fine by me. One day, we were at dinner and hung out a little after that when he told me something that made my ears stand and eyes wide. 


"Of all people, I shouldn't be telling you this," he said as I inched towards him. 

Gyllenhaal

It turned out that he wasn't working for that company as it was just a cover. He was some kind of a spy dealing with information gathering for an authority. No details and truthfully, I didn't want the details too but at least things made better sense then. I last waved goodbye at him that night five years ago and never heard from him till December last year. He's just gotten married and lives in his home country in Europe. It's all good :) 


Perhaps Mich should try the dance floor after all.