Sinex Srini

Sinex Srinivasan: Srini is a boulder hurtling down. An unstoppable manic let loose on the society! Everything about him is excess energy. He has such a loud mouth that even a co-traveler would find their temper raise. In his mid-40s, a MBA from a good institute, he lectures in quite a few colleges, a Mumbai resident and you would think that such a city-bred would store some grace. But in reality, he is man of chaos and can manufacture a storm a second. It is rare that you would come across a more boorish person.

He is slightly obese and the face is stuffed with flesh for a round look; he is quite fat and healthy. The hair is still dark and long having lost none of its luster to age. He is bespectacled, a long nose for a North Arcot stamp, broad forehead, and a Dravidian complexion. He wears the trouser so low that one can glimpse the parting of the bum. Srini sports a French beard and resembles the cricketer Srikanth both facially and in his monkey tricks. They look so similar that you can safely send Srini’s photograph to the Sunday magazine and feature in a “lost at birth” column.  

He is a quick talker and blessed with enormous guile for self-preservation. After the first year of operation in Mumbai which only showed losses and losses, he still had the gumption to be the loudest party reveler.  

Srini is articulate and has excellent instincts but his combativeness nullifies everything. He will pick up fights even with a cab driver and may even bark at the stray dog for not showing enough deference. He will pick up fights with the clients and ensure that they don’t buy from him even in an emergency. He will treat his peons and sales boys so cavalierly that they abstain frequently and don’t even feel the need to inform him on farewell. He uses them shamelessly even on his personal errands.   

Srini is an expert when it comes to generating bills for claiming on company accounts. He can hold tutorial classes for the rest of us as to the kind of bills company accountants will clear without a sweat.  

In a zoo of men, this one is hard to put a name to. Extremely selfish propagandist like a crow that never stops its squeals or is he a rat forever busy in hoarding his next meal. His language skills in English, Hindi, Tamil and Marathi are wonderful but a monkey software mind grinds them all to dust.

Srini can generate such cussedness in people that they shrink from his presence or quietly go the other way even if it means to cross the road. He will go in to a restaurant and start to bark orders at the bearers and spoil the entire environment with a devil’s glee. I have sneaky suspicion that the first thing he would on rising would be to resolve that he would pick up at least 10 quarrels with strangers in the day.  

I genuinely pity his wife and his son who appear normal. In this company there is an eerie feeling that something about to happen that will either land me in a hospital or a mortuary and an impending disaster round the corner.

Verdict: TAMAS

Lesson to be learnt: Run away for he only means trouble and disaster.