Friday, July 29, 2005

I met Mihir Manker while flaying my hands wildly at taxis that were whizzing towards Bandra, all occupied by smug solitary passengers. Then one car stopped, a head popped out and said “Bandra?” I have never loved a head more.
Squashed in with three strange men a minute later I thought the best way to go was chatty. "Where are you headed?" I asked. "Going to Bhabha Hospital, thought I'd volunteer." Not the answer I expected, so I prodded a little more. Mihir was coming from a meeting with the Additional Commisioner of Police, Tardeo, asking him if he could be a volunteer with the relief operation teams fanning across the city. The police in typical pandu fashion of course had just taken his contact details, gave him some hearty pats on the back and sent him on his way. So he did the next best thing — gave people stranded like me a lift that night and then stayed till three in the morning helping nurses, hauling gurneys and getting patients to their wards at Bhabha.
May Mihir reproduce like a rabbit and produce many mini-hims.

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