“One is truly amusing when one can amuse ones self" - (Lori Wallace)
For 23 months or so of our being corporate colleague, comrade & driver-passenger to one another, this UAE hailed-Guy has been amusing my sanity. And I can’t help but impart my testimony on my foreign friend’s uniqueness. Un/fortunately he has no Friendster Account to attack me back.
PINOY ON-TIME. Punctuality certainly not runs in my ethnic blood & this Filipino- friendly dude is one of those who strongly inflicted to me the true practice of the same. Though, flying as an early bird to DCC Office 6x a week with him means less sleep, shower & often disregard of my bachelor effects. The Urdu-speaking man’s approach is unrivaled – Fast & Furious, yet confident & competent in so many ways, and the manner he faced & victor the battle in Sharjah-Dubai-Sharjah highway is whew! arresting. So beside promptness now, he taught me to determine my talent in delaying my breath whenever our auto & life’s in peril. I’ve been his buddy-conscience that reminds “your racing car is not a hotdog to be sandwiched by happy-go-lucky trucks and Josh is still feeding “ducklings” back home expecting him to return with complete limbs & torso”. Well then, I served too, as an arbiter to his raging temper against the road hooligans for I dislike getting boxed in case I meddle over his manly match. So after admonishing him that madness will surely boost his wrinkle and HIV (Hair that Is Vanishing), he will instantly mellow & behave gently as he used to. Occasionally though, his relaxed composure is likewise frightening – the only one I saw with feet doing the driving while hands rest with the arms. Oh, I should acknowledge those amazing eyesights of his even w/o optical specs on and intense vigor powered by cigars & coffee, and my habitual silent pleads? - that such day is not yet our last.
Oooppss..this Blog is neither about me nor something bad about Arsy. So let’s shift the gear to his good-nature spirit, empathy & decency. It is remarkably about the gift of laughter, clever cultural conversations, shaggy stories & wordplay with him that made-up most of our trips like a jubilant joyride. A gentleman who will fairly drop us behind our edifice when bouncy, in the middle when sluggish or in front-door when we’re ailing or when he repay his car-lifting deficiency. The I.T. wiz whose liberal of internet tips (behind closed door) so I can freely post journal like this. Thanks Arsalan for bein the Man, and for your pet car that’s been my useful quarter. And to reward your leniency on my pest-generating breakfast debris, you ought my constant supply of your fave Pizza (microwaved next time); whereas, for your charity of a free-ride to my Kabayan on visit - it’s Madam Cora’s fine-dining treats.