Strange People …..

We all meet strange people at least once in our lives. People whose identity is known to none but questioned by all .They are like small entertainments, something to ponder about for few minutes or something to tell to your family over dinner. We see them every day and notice them but they fail to stay in our minds. And one day they disappear and just as we think that they are gone forever they come back with nothing different in them. But some people become intrigued by these strange personalities; they built curiosity in our hearts which force us to learn more about them.

He was around his late 70’s or early 80’s, his wrinkled face tells us that. He wore a military uniform and a huge jacket over it and a red military head gear. I really can’t say an ugly face but definitely a scary one (at least for me). He was the strange person in my life. Whenever I saw him a cold shiver sprints through my spine making it difficult for me to make any sort of movements. I used to clutch my father’s finger tightly on this man’s sight. This all happened maybe a decade ago. He used to sit in the stairways of the buildings and stare outside.

Yeah, 10 years have gone and I had completely forgotten about him until I saw him in my building stairway. What are the odds for that to happen? I am here (sharjah – U.A.E) on vacation to meet my family who has kind of settled here. This time it wasn’t just a cold shiver that I experienced, it was sense of astonishment. He looked exactly the same maybe a little more wrinkles in his face and he stooped more now. He sat there staring into nothing. I was curious now, so curious that my sleep was disturbed. I decided to know more about him.

As the first step I tried to Google him with no exact name and it disappointed me. Well Google is no mind reader! I was in deep thoughts- how to know more about this person.  Like I mentioned in my first post my heart and brain started to talk to me. Brain – “Dude it is quite easy, the guy is right below your building doing nothing all day long. Go talk to him!” and that’s when my heart stormed in “Hey you mad? People all around knows that that man is in no good mental condition and you really wanna go back and dig his past which may be filled with sorrows and fears using him as a spade ? Do you?” there again I was stuck. Well also I was quite afraid that he might not react well to my approach so I decided to forfeit the idea of getting first hand information.

Then I talked to dad about him and my dad had some knowledge about his past (of course heard it from someone else). Trust me when I tell his story you wouldn’t believe me! Neither did me when I first heard it from dad. I thought he was simply mocking me but it turned out he wasn’t. It sounded like a beautiful but sad Hollywood movie. The story was…

He worked in the armed force of the country years ago when the country was under construction. He was a close person to the king’s family. He then met a foreign women and fell in deep love with her and she too (I am not sure about that part). But she left him and went to her homeland which our hero couldn’t mentally accept. The guy lost it. Since then he has been a wanderer. Although the king’s family tried to place him in a good home he refused to stay there. He walked out and wandered through the city’s street making all of the people curious.

I really don’t know how credible the story is. It might also be one of the stories made by imaginative friends in our society but he seems to look like a person with a very unfortunate past. I looked at him for the first time, he looked innocent and kind. The scary marks did not seem scary or ugly any more. It just showed his rough past. I really wanted to know if it was true or not but I just can’t get enough guts to do that but one day I will talk to him and get to know more about him….one day may be sometime later.IMG_20140603_185922


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