KK Bhai

Imagine this. You meet a certain person at a certain place, talk for five minutes, he's courteous enough to see you off, after having exchanged phone numbers. You SMS him a few weeks later, and he remembers you. You SMS each other on occasions, and one day he calls you, and you chat like old friends.
He is KK Bhai. We were chilling out backstage in a certain Falguni Pathak show, and he was the host. We struck up a conversation, and he, probably more as a courtesy than anything else, said "Keep in touch". Who knew we actually would!
KK Bhai is a script writer and a director and a few more things. Who's not heard of industry-walas being snobs, but he defies it to the limit of defiance!
Why am I writing about him? Here goes...
I asked him if my crush on the Hindi film industry should be elevated to the status of a love affair. I SMSed him, and he didn't reply. No big deal - "busy" is always a great excuse. But I was to be proved wrong. Being the kind of person he is, he called me this morning. As in, it is obviously highly appreciated if someone replies immediately, but I think it's equally, if not more nice of someone to remember to call you 15 days after you sent a random SMS.
Quite naturally I asked him in what is the most cliched line of the world, "Kaise phone kiya?", to which he explained to me the intricacies of dialing a phone. And then, spent at least more than 18 minutes of our 20-something minute conversation encouraging me. Wow. I mean, if he was not the way he is, we might not have ever spoken, and today, he's actually helping me answer one of the most important questions life puts to you! Learn something people. This is how you affect lives. You go the extra mile. He did.
When I thanked him, he said that he knew this insult was coming at the end of the conversation. That if I called him 'Bhai', this was the least he could do for me. What gets sweeter?!
I may be a script writer, or a director, or a something-to-do-with-films tomorrow. May not be. But if I am, the first person who I owe a thank you to would be KK Bhai.
I've heard that when people grow up, they become mean. Even though I've totally decided against growing up, in the unlikely condition that I do, I still want to be able to thank KK Bhai for just being who he is, and that is the sole purpose of my writing this post.
This wasn't meant to be an entertaining read. It was written just for me, to be able to get back to a few years from now, and always remember to be gratified to KK Bhai, and other people like him, who unknowingly come to mean a lot.