The mail from Vaibhav had the subject as “Urgent”. What now? I thought to myself. The mail had only one line, just one line. It warned.
“Fishermen have been asked not to venture out in the choppy Arabian Sea.”
How good. How thoughtful of Vaibhav. How good to give me a warning. But for a small problem, actually two problems. I was in Amsterdam, no way near to the Arabian Sea and the second I am certainly not a fisherman. But he did bring a smile to my face.
Another day he would call me at home and conference with any number he can think of. He would then mute the phone and laugh to his full while I would try to make heads and tails of an equally confused person at the other end. This was typical of Vaibhav. A complete prankster.
Vaibhav is my friend in my office. We have been together from college. We joined the same company but at different time. He is my senior in office, not that it matters. We have seen a lot of things together. The college lectures, the bunking of lectures, the problem that come because of bunking and now the office. We have seen office politics. We have seen the stress. We have seen the breaking point. We have worked together for hours. We have taken blame together. We have enjoyed a lot together. Vaibhav is a kind of guy who keeps smiling. He likes to appear tough and wicked but fails badly. He drinks, he smokes, and he freaks out. He lives life king size. It looks like he does not care about the world, his action and the consequences. He is the kind of boy who many mother warn their daughters about.
And still of all the years I know him; he is one guy who could be trusted with everything. One who would be called Mr. Dependable. He does not behave like one. But surely he has proved it a number of times. My boss knows that Vaibhav can pull off anything. His ways and method of working are not systematic. But he sure delivers. The one who leads by example and not by words. One who shows by action and not by orders. One who likes stress to keep him going. The good thing about it is he makes it look good. He makes the working place a better place to work with a lot of humor and liveliness.
And still after all these years, he is still a mystery. I don’t know where he lives. I don’t know his parents, though I have talked to them. I don’t know if he was in love anytime? I don’t know he had been hurt anytime? I don’t know what drives him. I don’t know what stops him. But I know one thing for sure, for all of us; Vaibhav is there when we need him. In his own way, he is there. He will help you with the choicest of words he can use.
He will kill me when he finds out that I have blogged about him. I don’t want to be killed either. I just sit back, write about him and wait for his next mail which did come and it said.
Urgent : Please remember again “Fishermen have been asked not to venture out in the choppy Arabian Sea.”