Absent minded Biltu
My freaky friend Biltu is often ultra absent minded. Here’s a couple of incidents showing how peculiar and pathetic he is
Biltu the Kasparov
I was playing chess with Biltu and we both were having spicy guava. We were sitting on the floor in my penthouse. While we were giving our 'thoughtful' moves in turns, we were carefully 'throwing' our guava remains from our mouths to the roof. Meanwhile, I was in a loosing position as usual. Biltu was killing my pawns, bishops etc. and putting them in a box where I put all the chess hardware. So, as usual I was mad and I threatened his queen with my knight although it was clear that my move was suicidal.
Biltu immediately slashed my knight with his bishop- but then suddenly it dawned to him why I gave such a suicidal move. With my knight in hand, he kept on wondering what I was actually up to (I was up to nothing).
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Meanwhile, the guava remains in his mouth became dry. So he unmindfully dropped it in his hand. Get the picture: there he was sitting with a knight in one hand and guava remain in the other.
Finally, after a minute he declared: Okay! Then he threw the knight with full force to the roof and carefully put the guava remains in the chess box!
Biltu the Smoker
Biltu had been a smoker for more than a decade now. I never saw him buy a cigarette himself. He always borrowed it from others. How many did he borrow each day? About 10! Honest.
So there we were in Comilla- touring together. We just had our lunch together at BARD cafeteria which is a no smoking zone. So we got out and I lit a cigarette with my precious match (no matter what the price is, it is always most precious to a smoker). And as usual, he asked for a cigarette.I gave him one. He asked for the match. I gave him the match. He lit up the cigarette. The matchstick continued burning when he noticed a gal coming out from the cafeteria. Awed by her sight, Biltu put the still-burning matchstick in the fully resourceful matchbox. Bzzt! The matchbox lit up (rather blew up). Still dazed, he looked at the burning matchbox. And tried to blow the fire down. Then he closed the matchbox hurriedly. The fire was extinguished. Smoke was coming out from the box.
He turns to me. "Here, keep it," he tells me in a way as if nothing had happened.
