Thats Him.......

He would not utter a single word, i have never heard him....neither a single hi to his friends nor a sweet nothing on cellphone to someone special with blushing smile....(am i less thankful for this one? ;) )
neither a single wolf whistle for the hot chick in canteen....(made me think, he might be Happy & Gay... :( ) nor a single jeering sound with buddies.
His face buried in book or newspaper, he wouldnt look up....no matter who is there, doing Salsa or Rumba!
Should i simply snatch it away to confront those blazing eyes at least once a month as my life saving drug???? What would that make me look like? i wonder...... but then i have been wondering too much lately and doing absolutely nothing....... hmmmmm

Does he have a Girl Friend? a cute, cuddly, dumb, laden with MAC types??? or is he single with his own choice??? too engrossed in his career moves or too many expectations to find anyone with real flesh and bones.... What would be his choice??? a typical dumb, doormat, giggling type or more mature, intellectual with rim wired spectacles??? does that matter to me?? i am not counted amongst either of these......hmmmmmm

otherwise, who has this power of holding my gaze for so long? I know, you cant love or like anyone if you start analyzing but i cant help.
i have to analyze, be it his dressing sense or simply the way he is standing...which column does he like to read the most? Sports?? Politics?? Sexpert??? dont know but whichever it is, he is concentrating hard...screwing up his child like innocent face......how does he manage to look this cute despite of the facial aerobics he do???

Good looking....is he? i dont know....i do find him devastatingly good looking but my gal pals dont....they cringe at the mere sight of him..call him fatso, slug......how come it never matters to me??? how come i am not embarrassed of my admiration for him when my friends fail to see a single point worth giving a second look for??? well i have given 1567 looks in past few months...i couldnt locate a singular point....there are many....

The virtue of subtlety i thought always bypass guys....its gotta be loud, its gotta be throbbing, its gotta be thumping....its not "Guys Like" otherwise....
you need to whistle at every female specie in your sight, you need to smoke and booze, get stoned, you need to have atleast one girlfriend that you can show off to your friends and colleagues to make them feel like dying of jealousy and be born again as YOU....you arent Normal otherwise.....
you need to swear Ch...., Ma.... till the entire syllabus is neatly covered, you need to pat your male colleague cum friend on his bum and jeer...deep down in heart wanting to do the same with that hot HR lady in cabin opposite, only if company didnt have such strict policy against sexual abuse etc etc
you arent Man enough otherwise......your MCP mind would snarl at you....."Loser with Capital L"

Is he like this too? God knows....or rather the guy himself.... i presume he is not...i have to or my admiration would vanish in thin air like wisp, I think....
i pray, he is the Loser with Capital L. I like losers like this.....PERIOD ;)

but then what if its just same old nautanky. Just a show put up by him for the world, for me...his distant, non existent, equally Loser admirer of his, for his religious parents......i hate to admit the possibility....
i would imagine him throughout the day, being a typical Winner with all the "Qualities of a potent man" mentioned above, it doesnt fit.... its as weird as imagining Dharmendra shaking legs like Hrithik Roshan.....nearly impossible....but there are still apprehensions knocking in my mind....hmmmm....but one look at that silent prowl and stone cold face at the end of the day, passion in any form, for any darn thing in this world (gals included about which i am not complaining ;) ) seems hard thing to imagine in his blood.....
Does he ever get angry, does he ever feel cheated, does he ever feel like slapping every damn person he can lay his hands on, does he ever feel like wanting someone???????
too many questions and my mind is abuzz.........again, that one look and i feel calm.... a nonsensical warmth spreads over my entire being without bothering to explain where it came from, its assuring, doesnt matter if i am scatterbrains, doesnt matter if i act prejudiced sometimes, doesnt matter my guesses are not fuckingly accurate all the time.....I am correct this time.....about me, about my liking, love, admiration....about whatever you may want to call it....

Thats Him..............Loser......Loser....Biggest Loser....lolz......