A senior friend of mine has a huge fanfare due to his immense scholasticism. He is unique in being jovial and scholastic at the same time. His fame is, actually, more that of an established absent-minded person. He reminds me of the quote, “Great minds are sure to madness near allied.”

To cite an instance, one fair morning, the friend of mine was coming out of the library, with all the collected data under work in his brain – the workhouse. Accidentally, he bumped into somebody and abruptly, asked for pardon. “I am sorry,” he said and continued. He was heading to the cafeteria. Not late, he realized that that he had stamped on somebody(‘s foot) and turned back pronouncing a big SORRY. His senses banged on him and was taken aback to find a dog trying to move away from him. For a second, he stood still and then turned his glance around. Much to his dismay, he found people bursting into laughter. POOR CHAP!

Therefore, it occurred one day that I was waiting, with a friend of mine, at the railway station. The “Genius” friend of mine was in the train I was waiting for and had messaged me the compartment in which he was traveling. The train, as usual, came late. The compartment we had to board was at a distance. We had to run, lest the train should move. The next thing I could sense was I lying on the platform. I did not want to turn around or to acknowledge the pain pressing hard through my knees. Somehow, we got into the train.

After we sat near him, I thought of checking my knees, in case they were bleeding. I walked to the toilet in our compartment. I found it unclean and walked across the vestibule to the other compartment and got into the toilet there.             Thank god. My knees were neither bleeding, nor had bruises. I was happy, though it was aching.

I came out of the toilet very much relieved, just to find the “Genius” friend standing outside the first toilet that I had got into. His face had gone red and tension was dripping from his face as droplets of sweat. He was looking at the toilet door, at intervals. I could not help feeling nervous. “What might have gone wrong?” This question, along with all possible weird ideas, was popping within me. I went near him, not knowing what to do.

“You?” His question surprised me. He seemed like he was not expecting me there. I asked, “Whaaaat?”

“How come you are here?” He seemed like stuck with some sort of memory loss.

“Oh God! Such is the fate of great wits. Do not ever make me an intelligentsia, par average.” These words passed through my mind.

“Where did you come from?” He asked.

“God! Now this is the limit. Don’t you remember me going to the toilet?”

“Yes. But I saw you getting into this one.” He said pointing to the toilet I got into first.

“Oh! I found it dirty, so got into the other one. But, excuse me; what do you have to do with it?” I was irritated.

“Thank God!” He looked much relieved.

“What’s wrong with you?” I was curious.

“I saw you getting into this toilet. After a while, I saw another person getting into the same toilet and did not see him getting out, so… I thought… he might be… I mean… you…” I felt sorry for having misunderstood him. However, later, I could not hold my laughter. Poor Chap! (Now this has gone more-or-less like a synonym with his name) The other friend went around narrating this incident to others, as part of the “blunder stories” of this “Genius” friend. Though this incident adds among his “blunder” stories, I thank him for being caring.

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