My first encounter with this Ocean was at Adlabs, Chinchwad, when we all pandus gathered for another disastrous movie on earth- Indiana Jones and his stupid skull. Except meeting another pandu, nothing resourceful happened that day.
Next time I met him under the Nigdi Flyover on his 150 cc Apache. It needs special mention as the story goes with the bike. I sat with Mottu though Apache’s 150 cc attracted me. I did not find it so affable to jump on it as Pandu did because I was not so familiar with the guy who riding it. Oh oh, I forgot to tell you. We were heading to Duke Point, a pleasure trip (In reality, no other plans worked out). On the way I just asked Mottu “Can we go a little fast?” He replied jovially “Yeah sure but only for five minutes”. He suddenly sped and overtook Ocean’s bike. He turned and poked Pandu. In a fraction of a second Apache with Ocean and Pandu covered us. Pandu gave a tit for tat to Mottu screaming, “Iam on APACHE 150 CC and see who is riding it. Don’t even dream of a race with your outdated Passion”. Mottu started laughing that shook the Passion and me alike. I elbowed him saying “Shameless”. “Elephanto, this is what I told you the fun is only for five minutes”, Mottu said chuckleheaded.
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That was nice, by the time we are back, I was somewhat acquainted with Ocean (ofcourse i wanted a ride on Apache). Well, Ocean asked me “Are you okay, if I ride a little fast?” “Oh yeah sure” I said excitedly. And we vroooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
He was not talking to me much except the instant answers to whatever I asked. He left no room for further conversation. Then I thought he might not like talking when he rides. I also zipped my mouth and sat on the bike as if I swallowed a stick. I could not believe myself!!
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As i said earlier oceans are calm and quiet on their surface and no one knows what is going on under the waters!! That’s what happened with this Ocean also. The next day evening Pandu arrived from office. Without any hi or bye she directly asked me “you didn’t like Ocean?” I exclaimed “Huh? Why should I like him? He is not an MBA”. “Not that idiot. He told me that you didn’t talk to him on the way to Tony Dabba” she paused. “I will kick him if he comes in front of me” I screamed. She said, “What?” I explained, “I thought he doesn’t like my chirping because he was quite all the way. Shit man!! If I knew he is ok with my talking I would have killed him”. “Good you didn’t know. Poor thing!” She sympathized. “Yeah I know I’m a poor girl,” I said. “Not you idiot, I am talking about him” she turned her back on me.
So that’s what Ocean is! Without any reason* he can get sympathy, love, care and even 13 roses!! Bloody Casanova!
P.S. Ocean is a highly self-motivated person and a strong believer* of Hakuna Matata . He had imparted some of his inspiring thoughts to me also in our second meeting. Many of the pandus experienced the same and are ‘severely’ enlightened.
(*Exaggeration in stories should be excused)
