Blogging about something that happened last weekend is kind of odd but then this is not meant to concentrate on what happened but to introduce you all to a personality whom I would henceforth refer to as Mr. V. So here we go...
I didn't know what exactly to tell KV when he first asked me for this favour. But I knew one thing for sure. I didn't want to do it. Spending a Saturday helping someone move was the last thing I had in mind. But due to persistent pressures from J, I finally did decide in KV's favour.
I was shaken awake early in the morning at 11 by the blaring ring of my phone. It was my wake call from KV. Hastily dressing up, I rushed all set to render my helping hand. In the car with KV, was our hero, the focus of this story, Mr V. With sky high spirits and beaming enthusiasm our hero was frantically waving his hands with a super zealous "yaar...C'mon C'mon" as if I were to be boarding a cruise ship for a month long holiday. Dude...Grow up.
After a kind of sumptuous brunch at McD we were all set for the hard day. We were on our way to the UHaul store to pick up the truck when our guy started off. It looked like after an exceptionally long time our guy had seen an "angrezi" movie. "Arey yaaaaar...Jack Nicholson rocks", "yaaaaar he's the best actor I've ever seen", "His booming voice, his dialogue delivery, yada yada yada...". Even the soul who christened him wouldn't have hailed him this many times. This was followed by quotes of a few dialogues from the movie in the worst possible English and worser accent. If Jack Nicholson were to hear this guy mimic him, he would've committed suicide instantaneously in the most gruesome manner.
After a small delay at the UHaul store, we picked up our truck. Our big guy if you don't know, was born in New York, raised in California and educated in London. So sitting at the back of a truck is a never-heard-of thing for him. An Undoable task. "Arey yaar...How do people sit here?", "Arey yaar...Its so garam here. Zara A/C laga Dey". I bet on my balls..This guy wouldn't have seen a car till his twenties. @##$%&*@$%^!
The real drama happened at the moving scene. Doing an exemplary job hauling such ponderous items as laundry bags, push man suitcases and boxes which I swear wouldn't have weighed more than 5 Kilos, our guy ensured that the very purpose for which he was summoned there was solved beyond expectations. All this with such ease and dexterity that even Arnold Schwarzenegger would've been put to shame. And yes the diligence with which he executed the arduous task of opening the truck doors whenever we got something really heavy, is worth a mention here. And how can I forget his brilliant ideas at lifting heavy stuff and his "yaar..Its not that heavy..You can do it..C'mon" cheers without which nothing would've been possible that day. Dude...You are just Grrrrrrrr...
Our guy was really tired after this exacting backbreaking workout in the hot sun. So he gulped down an entire 350 Oz pack of Apple juice leaving us just water to drink !!
Other events worth a mention are his persistent cry for "Haldiram namkeen"(the hard work had made him hungry too), "I wanna go home soon..My wife will be all alone" wails and "Sachin tendulkar need not play. It is enough if he is just present in the field" wisecracks. I don't want to harp on all this because I am already feeling my blood pressure shoot up !!
I really wish I could beat the freaking shit out of him! After all this I am sure KV wouldn't ever commit the blunder of calling Mr. V for any help in the future.
