Most of you know or would have read of Jeeves the famous Butler in the series of Bertie wooster and Jeeves by the famous humourist P.G.Wodehouse one of my favourite authors .
Plum as Wodehouse is still fondly called had an excellent talent to caricature characters in words , so much that it was etched for eternity .
Most of his characters are live to his readers , be it the pig loving Lord Emsworth who pottered around his Empress of Blandings in his sprawling Blandings castle ,
There was Roderick Glossop known as a reputed neuro phycician with an uncanny knack in causing many who detested him to hop like frogs but in reality was just a dismissed attendant from a loony hospital !
Or take Bertie wooster himself whose umblical cord was connected to Jeeves brains and was needed for him to escape the attention of his bevy of aunts ,
or think of chef Anatole the excuisite French chef whose dainty dishes were waited upon to be tasted by many
Or the uncle who owned him always wary of his Anatole being kidnapped by other envious eccentric millionaires .
Amongst all Jeeves is one of his creations who reached celebrity status.
The sauve cool operator with brains fed on fish who knew he needed to loan his grey matterto a boss and his friends of the idle rich who spent thier afternoons and pound sterlings in the Drones clubs if they werent taking the afternoon train to some castle in villages around London or having thier gin and tonic gazing from the balustrade of a transtlantic steamer wearing a top hat or in the streets of Manhattan over a cup of cofee and a bite of an yankee burger closing a deal with a Hollywood producer in writing a script .
Most stories did echo the life the author himself had led too .
Coming back to my post this day we saw this sombre waiter when we stayed in sepulchurous old hotel in central Damascus in Syria in 2012 before it became what it would become ,a hell created by mindless fanatics .
The hotel itself was as ancient as the city and had its glory in the past but our room in top floor was huge like a tiny suite and gave an excellent view of the old Railway station just opposite to it .
Breakfast came with the room and it was nothing to talk about as we were the lone guests in a regal dining hall filled with ornamental metal tables and chairs .
Boiled eggs and untoasted breads are unimaginable topics to be mentioned by foodies whose breakfasts are worthy of emperors ie ME .
But the man who brought it with his uncanny resemblance to favourite Jeeves saved my day , though his monotony and lethargy , drove away any thoughts of a Jeeves we had in mind !!
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