The Crazy Lounge!!

I got to know them at Hyderabad. No idea how long we three are going to be together like the way we are now……but still……just to log it somewhere let me introduce two new flavors of craziness personified.

Mr. Cabbie: He knows/loves/lives three things: His bike, his helmet and his cell. Well cell is in this list coz it’s programmed to play songs for him which he loves to hear not just to hear and enjoy it but to hear/enjoy it with “shanti”. Yeah, he is the father of the “shanti” concept. Anything which doesn’t has “shanti” in it certainly can’t afford to have Mr. cabbie. Get him kilometers to drive and he is fine. He simply can’t resist the idea of driving on and on and on. That’s where the Cabbie concept came in. He has all the ability and capability of mind to put a professional cab driver to shame when it comes to driving miles or be it the wacky hours of night.His concern for his helmet is awesome. Any girl would have fallen for him, had she seen the degree to which a man can go just to make it sure that his helmet is safe, secure and fine. Sometimes it feels as if it’s the helmet which wears his head. Nez…….one fine day my dear subject found himself standing at the door, all ready to go to office, wearing a helmet and jeans without a shirt. Oh sorry, it wasn’t he who found it but in fact the credit lies with me as I was the one to point it out. Well one might think that it can happen and to whosoever who thinks alike let me vow that it wasn’t an act of casualty or forgetfulness but instead it has everything to do with the way my subject feels when he wears a helmet. The three things which he all cares for are with him. Does he need anything else…certainly a big NO unless someone points that out for him. They make him feel as if he is the complete man………………………….. That’s what the point is all about. Just to make things more clear….let me cite another incident. You go for the bed……close your eyes……feel your strained parts getting relaxed and suddenly a song starts playing. With Mr. Cabbie around things with music certainly can’t be that simple………you have to get up three/four hours later to stop that same song from playing with your sleep. Be it a medicine or demand of APPY or be it any lame need……just let him know about it. That’s the thing he waits for. This species is best found at the night, on the road, with music playing and wheels on the roll for a cause, masked so well with problems and needs of life, that it’s hard for anyone to get what’s on…….well certainly it’s always rock on.

Mr B.A. : He works with my previous employer as a business analyst. He is man of whims. If someone wants to see a physical manifestation of the workings of a human brain….you all are cordially invited to a one day two nights free stay at my place over at Hyderabad as the subject is available for demonstration without a penny. Talk to him and you will know what all a human brain is capable of thinking and planning. Ask him and he says with conviction what his plans are …..call him again and get stumped. Yep….that’s what he is……and he is the best at it. He is probably the best my country has got when it comes to being whimsical. As far as my mind can work it out...we all have stopped giving his plans and ideas any heed. He had the most genuine cause of all when I asked him why he wanted to go for a bike. The daily harassment which he faced on the road while on his way back to his home (a ten minutes walk) at night due to street dogs was what made him go for a bike. His week end plans are the only ones which are always practical. If you want to do something real crazy….sitting in the office and with no work @ hand….just give him a call. You will have your day. He tries whatever comes to his mind…at least once and it’s just a matter of time until it becomes the last try. With a pretty good sense of humor, this species is certainly an endangered one. It is easy to find one, who knows not what he wants but indeed hard to find one, who knows that it’s all that he wants and gives each a try…..sadly just a try.