Name’s G*****….. B***** G***** (For our convenience we call him JCB, and of course for the way he rips his friends apart)
It’s been a while since negative things happened to me and hence I finally decided to take the risk of my life. You’ll know what I mean by the time you finish this brief description of the MAN (Most Affecting Negative influence in our lives).
I choose to write in few(wish both of us had the time to write a descriptive one)points for each instance in the order to cover more ground and to make sure you’ll don’t faint reading it. One more word of caution, if you are superstitious I request you to quit now rather than repent later.
I met this prodigy in my MBA days in a prominent B-School in Coimbatore. Soft spoken, intuitive, had strong opinions but seldom vouched for them as he thought the rest of the crowd was not up to standards to comprehend.
I heard, then saw and of course have been the victim many times only to realize that I’m luckier than the other victims. So here we take a plunge into the life of the Negative Magician (I fondly call him) with no particular order.
JCB goes to Chennai, rather hot and dry place in mid 2006 and his friends welcome him with a grin. It rained for two days straight and no wonder the place was flooded.(You never know what you can become)
A Friend invited JCB(he was the first one to receive his wedding invite) for his marriage (Love marriage,both the groom and the bride have know JCB for years). And the next day they decide to walk different ways and not get married.(The inverse of Nokia, Disconnecting people)
He said bye when I was heading home from college and a normal 30 min drive took close to 3.30hrs. (I have to mention that a drunkard’s 6 year old daughter puked on my feat and the only money I had was spent in buying a water bottle to wash my feet and had to walk home).
He poses for a photo for another friend’s sister’s wedding and “boom” all the camera flashes went off. (Logical reason: Power fluctuation, but we think some thing more had come into play).
JCB visits Agasthyarkoodam for a couple of days trek and as they were mid way through the trek smiles at the trekking party which was on its descent. The next thing we know is that the Kerala Police had to escort JCB and the team out of the area as the elephants attacked two from the trekking party which was leaving. Yeah, the same trekking party which exchanged smiles with the JCB. And now Agasthyarkoodam is closed for public.
He joined a US based Investment firm in 2007, and you know how the US markets crashed. It’s still not recovered and even the experts dont know when it will be back up(Guess we have a piece of advice). I have requested him not to be disheartened and join the Indian financial Market for the benefits of the millions of people who thrive on the markets.(Poor Lehman Brothers, did'nt see this coming. Survived for over 158 years)
I do not want to mention names, he had applied for his certificates in one of his previous educational institution and by the time he received the same the signing authority (the head of the institution) passed away. (We assume that it was JCB’s certificate that the person had signed L A S T. Its one fact that the person was old and I don’t blame JCB for this one but yet sometimes a signature can change your life).
Last week it was a long time since I spoke to him and so in good intent I called him when I stopped for dinner, spoke for some 5 odd minutes and walked out to my bike and in just a hundred meters I found that my rear tyre was flat. Had to push my bike all the way (4 kilometers) to the nearest refueling station to refill the air and rush to the nearest puncture station. Guess what, all puncture shops in my area were closed(it was 11 plus in the night so I don’t blame him) and I had to head home before I ran out of air once again. The best part is that the next morning I found out that the air was still in there and there was no problem, it’s a couple of weeks now and no one knows why the tyre went flat.
As I sat down to write a few lines, I could recollect of so many. The ones who where there would understand and recollect. The trip to Udumalpet, the swimming session in Coimbatore, the dinner you had in my place, the juice shop tragedy in Trivandrum, the wedding trip from CBE to Trivandrum, the wedding mess up in the hotel in Thrissur, the key locked inside the indica car in the same hotel and so on. Anyone who has known him would sure have many such tales to tell.(JCB should have been the brand ambasador of Addidas - Impossible is NOTHING)
Hope and wish that the Blog Spot servers don’t crash. . . and by the way I have got yet another negative info from a friend of mine as I wrote this blog. I know it sounds fabricated. I can email my friends number if you want to verify.(The last brand you can associate JCB to is our own MRF - "Feel the power")
