Attention seeker

Do you all know of the fabulously intelligent person who used to throw his own sandal in Howrah station and then run after it? Hollering at the people who tried to take the sandal or tried to get in his way. Do you know he used to do it nearly everyday? Of course, him being intelligent, he had to be erratic and spring a surprise on the travelers around him. Normal people called him "mad", for the lack of any other term in their dictionaries. But he was anything but "mad". One day, I observed him minutely. I had time. So, I did that. Dark brown trousers that had become stained and dirty because of rough life on the platform. But he tucked his shirt in. His shirt was a striped on that may have fitted him and was certainly white before the rough days. A collar that signified it was a formal shirt. He had no belt anymore, someone may have taken that away. So, he carefully looped his trousers and tied the trousers to his diminishing waist with a nice hessian rope. You get that rope in Howrah station a lot because they used to sew cargo with it. His head was full of tangled hair and unkempt beard. He also had a defunct watch that he wore. He could always tell the time anyway because each platform had many electronic watches and he obviously knew how to read. I deduced he could do many things pretty effectively. Intelligence at work, you see. He would look at his watch, pretend look. Then, surreptitiously, he would look at the platform watch, the electronic one, then click his fingers, as if eureka struck him. Then, he would choose an empty platform to throw his sandal in. He never threw it in a crowd. He knew his sandal would be kicked away by someone on to the tracks. He wanted to be a showman. Raj Kapoor type or Subhash Ghai type. Look, how far I can throw my sandal and run after it! Attention seeker. Then, just before throwing, he used to do a war cry. To gather people's attention. The war cry. People used to then look at him. His eyes changed from a stoned look to a glittery look. It was, as if, he relished life in those moments, when he threw his sandal and then ran after it. I see Trump. I remember that guy.