Originally, when Arjuna first set out for Europe, then onto America to play professionally, this routine had begun in fun; however, it soon became a psychic need. Mental fret morphed into all-out physical fuss. Then it went permanent. On the 1st tee of this Himalayan course known as Truind, the old man's nervous energy, based on fear and anxiety, began covering both forearms and pant legs. His one free hand went to wipe the face of the clubhead. He did this in repeated fast motion. Arjuna's hand rose to wipe a bit of sweat off his forehead. In another incarnation of fearing, the old man moistened his left thumb that wiped again the face of the silver-headed driver. That done, he brushed his cheeks with two fingers. He wiped below the nose. This act went up to his forehead to swab what wetness was retained. With his hand acting on fear's behalf, the old man moved to brush down the puff clouds he had for hair. His hand stayed to pat down all on top. A breeze passed by for no apparent reason other than to mess with his crowning achievements.
