Strange stranger

Strangers behave strange at times. (Is that why they are called strangers??) A few days back as my cab waited at the Oberoi signal for it to turn green, my head was a super chaos with a cacophony of innumerable mindless thoughts... There were so many of them and so senseless, it was as if each one was competing to be more useless than the other and I was sitting back and enjoying them fight :) The strange medley that they were together creating was apparently reflecting as a weird expression on my face! “Why is the red man blinking? He usually doesn’t blink does he?” “and oh, this indicator is so in sync with the blinking man! See.. On.. Off.. On.. Off... totally in sync.. hmm” “What if there was a straight bridge from here across to my hostel rather than this curved one.. would it not have been faster.. but then everybody would want a bridge and then it would have been another classic ruin situation... hmm” (These are some of the mentionable thoughts that were crossing my head at that time.) And then, as if someone suddenly pushed the pause button on a heavy loud rock music, my thoughts were interrupted by a loud “Madam!” I looked around for the source of this interruption. A gentleman in late fifties in a long shiny black car standing next to my cab was calling out to me... Of course I was surprised and thanks to all the thought-music frozen in my mind and on my face, I only stared at him... “Madam, dont think so much and dont think so loud! ” He said, with a smirk on his face... as if he had read my thoughts and was so totally amused... sort of teasing me... for it was obvious I would not have wanted anybody to really know what I was thinking of... but he knew... and as if to confirm what I was thinking, he added “yeah, I can read your mind you know! Dont think so loud..” and before I could gather myself, before I could push the cloud of thoughts hung in mid air in my head aside to take in what he had said, the signal turned green and he sped off. The taxi driver though was furious... (apparently he understood english) “inko kya karna hai koi kitna bhi soche... aap itna andar baithe ho phir bhi aapko bulaya... budhha aadmi tha sharam nahi aati!!” he went on ranting. But I was totally amused. I dont know whether he really read my mind or was the music in my head so loud that it disturbed the music in his head... Or may be he was plain bluffing... but whatever it was, he made me realise that at any time, if I took a cross section of my mind, I will see atleast 20 different thoughts... and thoughts so wierd and so irrelevant, I wonder how much mind space i waste on them and why? But if he was not bluffing, and he was indeed able to read my mind... It amuses me to think how totally crazed he must have been to read behind the wierd expression on my face :)