Being Biki

Disclaimer: This write-up is solely based on the perceptions of the author and should not be taken too seriously, as in the words of Mr. Ramji, perceptions are like shadows and you can’t fight with shadows.

There is this guy in my class, the place where I’m doing my MBA, and his name is Bikram.
He too is doing his MBA there.
He is a weird character, and like most weird characters, he is adorable too.
His pet names range from bikini to biki to biks, and he doesn’t care a damn as to what people call him, he responds just as nicely to any name.
He usually keeps to himself, and his earphones, and if he does indeed venture out in class to speak, he ends up having an argument with the prof (in a lungii) over something as profound as love.
Profundity is his favorite pass-time, and he has an absolutely different pov for everything in this world.
Sometimes you can really widen your thinking-horizons by listening to him as he brings into perspective what I like to call, the third side of the coin. Most of the times, you tend to disagree violently, because as we all have been taught, a coin has only two sides, and stubborn that we are we just can’t agree that it may even have a third side.
Being what it is that he is, mostly you end up leaving it at “Let’s agree to disagree.”, but you can’t budge him from what he thinks, for the love of anything.
He never forces his views onto anyone, and doesn’t let the opposite happen either.
He just goes on arguing his case non-stop until you either agree, or give up, or agree to disagree.
He gives you a fair chance to convince him of your pov, he’s that magnanimous, but very few people do actually manage to change his view on anything.
He walks around carrying a ladies hand bag (of a lady friend, not his, of course!) because he thinks it’s the right thing to do, and turns a deaf ear to what people think, and what they perceive it to be.
Stubborn? Maybe.
He likes to write, and has a damn good rhyming sense.
Sometimes he even has a streak of humor while writing. (Sometimes. Mostly, it’s either Poona or some profound topic).
He loves Poona, his hometown to pieces, and will fight till eternity proving it is better than Bombay. (Which it is not. But I humor him sometimes, only so that he’d shut-up about it!)
He’s a food lover, a Jughead reincarnate, and much to the dislike of people like me, does not put on any weight, no matter how much he eats. Mac D’s, Vertigo @ Mocha, and Omelets happen to be some of his favorites that I know of.
To see a list of all his favorite food items, and restaurants, you need to buy a copy of Rashmi Uday Singh’s latest edition of The Good Food Guide. I can bet my last rupee (which in such market conditions is a BIG deal!) that 98% of the restaurants listed there will also figure on his favorites list.
He claims to be his own critic, much in line with his “I’m entitled to my views” policy.
He’s a darn good listener, and he never judges people.
But he also expects people to not judge him, or anyone else.
Over-optimistic? Maybe.
He pretends to be lost, indecisive, a person who does not know where he is going.
But, in fact I have never met anybody who is as sure about who they are, what they are, and what they want to do. (Except maybe this another fellow I know. But he doesn’t count, as he’s’ 24 going on 55.)
He may not know it at a conscious level, but sub-consciously he knows what all he (biki, not 24-goin-on-55) doesn’t want to be, and thus arrives at what he wants to be by method of elimination.
He needs to figure it out at a conscious level though.
He’s going to flip about this write-up, even though he pestered me to write it, and disagree with a whole lot of points.
After reading the previous statement, he’s going to deny flipping over it, and maybe (if I’m lucky) he won’t disagree with most of it either.
He’s also going to be laughing a lot when he reads this.
You will definitely like him when you meet him, but it is very difficult to be like him.
You need to be the biggest bhukkad, with a really big appetite, amazing listening skills, an established, unshakable view on everything in the world, in love with The Joker (Heath Ledgers, god bless his soul, to be precise) of the latest batman movie, and never ending love for Poona to be like him.
That’s all it takes for Being Biki.

Until next time…

p.s: Biks, this one’s for you dude! And as much as it will piss you off, you are not allowed to comment on it here, at least until the comments cross, say 10. What you can do is mail this to anyone and everyone you feel like, and ask them to agree/disagree and leave their comments!! : P