Brains or feelings?

This one's for those people who open doors for you and, occasionally, keep them open until you go in or out, or ceremoniously let you walk first on highly crowded, sidewalk-less motorways;

it's for those patient, easy going people, who don't know worries from the mushroom cloud of a nuclear explosion because they haven't experienced either;

it's for the ones who have (some) expectations, yet don't jump in the fire if reality hits them in the teeth, as is reality's usual habit;

it's for people who appreciate the new, fresh things life has to offer, although they're given in the form of cold, ice, snow and absolutely no comfort... or in the form of those common, early morning drugs: cigarettes and beer;

it's for those people who take it upon themselves to haggle, although their I'm-gonna-get-a-bargain-out-of-this abilities tend to morph with (and be as compelling as) the floor;

it's for those people who make friends (the type that are not ashamed to barge in at any hour of the day... or night), but would rather have made distant, vague or obscure acquaintances, so that their night's sleep remain - as is yours - unbroken and intact, just like the stock of a wool socks merchant in the Maldives;

it's for those people who will unintentionally make you get well acquainted with new, exciting i-gadgets, in spite of your reluctance (go, Windows!);

it's for those people who can curiously, yet wordlessly let you make a fool of yourself by asking Krishna chanting monks (or just worshipers - never had the chance to expand my knowledge by plunging deeper into the subject) what exactly is it they do - and for this, dear Simon, Australian Krishna devotee, I'm sorry to have missed you on the second night!

it's for those people who can tell weirdos from freaks (e.g. I could occasionally be a weirdo because of my little quirks, also known as particularities, but I could never be a freak because of my well known integrity in front of enemy forces - ahem! Also, most freaks are in Vashisht and just a few on the rooftops of Manali);

it's for those people who'll spend a whole precious sunny daylight hour to roll... and rock!

it's for those people who, astonishingly unsuccessful, try to break the rules and rebel against the system, but end up muttering their complaints under their breath;

it's for those people who appreciate 'delicious' 'ezpressos' (meaning expensive coffee served in thimbles), effective massages (meaning awkward, uncoordinated hand motions meant to soothe but as skilled as a walrus at tying knots), and good quality humor (meaning schoolboy jokes as flimsy as a nightgown on a chicken, or ironies as dry as a camel's throat after 66 days in the desert);

it's for those people whose childhood has not yet become the plot of a major Hollywood adventure and/or mafia movie only because Hollywood doesn't know where to look;

it's for those people whose emotions have brains.

I'm glad you're still slamming your head on this world's door frame.