Music on the motorbike

Shameel is so fucked-up in the head that doctors recommend that he wear a helmet when he's thinking about life to prevent further damage. His study group has reported two instances of him quoting Gibhran during a meeting to discuss some Strategic Thinking assignment; and once on a bike with him, I distinctly heard him hum a Jagjit Singh ghazal. That is rash driving of the highest order, and pretty soon he was humming so loudly that I couldn't hear the blare of the traffic over the din. I closed my eyes and screamed at him to stop, at which he stopped the damned bike which skidded on to the sidewalk just in time to avoid a huge truck coming at us at roughly the speed of sound and which passed by with just enough space for a fly to glide through with its wings folded. While I quivered on the pillion, thankful for the fact that the music had finally stopped, Shameel surveyed the scene and nonchalantly proclaimed, " That was close." Close? That would have been a disaster, except for the fact that Shameel loosely defines disaster as an earthquake, especially the ones which occur on the mornings that he had planned to take a shower. Shameel is also a reasonable athlete, playing football with sound effects (which are not what you call his Jagjit Singh hummings) on the basketball court and he even got through to the Table Tennis semi-finals in the college tournament. His modus operandi was very simple - he danced and shaked so much around the tt table that the resulting wind currents made it hard for his opponent to hit the ball. But for all that we don't mind him around, and his perspective on most things is usually interesting, unless you are Ashwin, in which case it is usually ignored.