Whom Or Who Would
You Choose?
I’m Indonesian and
write bad English. Is it who or whom? Doesn’t matter which.
“Whom would you choose to meet, see?” asked Opa Johan his wife.
“None” she said
“but see, meet, feel fondle, cuddle my dogs, Belo,
Bonnie that are no more.”
I myself, can’t choose
only one, you know? There are too many of them, him or her I most love,
respect, honor. Besides, I don’t want all the fuss of really seeing, meeting,
entertain them, as I can see, meet, talk with them in my mind, - that’s even
better than the Internet - no matter were they far away or already dead.
I could love and kiss princess Nefertiti, then living in
the times of the pharaohs, yet as real as young as beautiful as ever as I
create her in my mind, though she might be as old as my grand-grand-grand, ...
mom or a mummy by now. I might be looking like an old scarecrow you know, but
my mind, my heart is as young as ever. Don’t you be piqued you little fool.
Were it a real man, even a man I most like and honor, I
couldn’t stand to stay, keep, stick together even for as short as a day without
quarreling. Imagine the agony, torture of thousands males forced sticking
together in camps, barracks for days, months, ... of an army. A man among men
is not a man, you know? It is a desert.
Who would you choose, your mother or your father?
Can you choose, which child you would sacrifice, or which
child would you choose to rescue?
With Internet to day, every one could easily know each
other. Know me via my home-page, even without a skype, without seeing me. If
they don’t know me, it’s their fault.
And I picture all the fuss, the suffering, the punishment
of choosing, awarding, honoring me with the Nobel Prize, - which NB doesn’t
make me a bit greater - go to Sweden or Norway, to so tediously prepare my
appearance, my speech and make a show, a fool of myself.
To day it could be so easily done by publishing the
granting of my award via Internet, as easy as the granting of the Word Press
Awards.
Besides I could happily, enjoy, celebrate the special
occasion privately at home. I invite no one. It’s none of their business. See
me on Internet if they like. But I must say, the Nobel Prize Committee is
behind the times, as they didn’t choose me. Ha. Ha.
Aren’t you proud of your husband?
April 2013
This is my book. You can read it.
