Encounters (part V) The good boy

Ding ding ding rang de basanti…... yipppeeeeeee..... my phone is still working after a freaky dive from the third floor of my college building.
Tushi calling.. hmmm some plans? Helloooooo

Tushi at the other end “Hey elephanto, I wanna go for some shopping. Are you coming?” I said “ok.. one more lecture is there.. let it be.. im bunking”
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I reached akurdi. To my surprise she was waiting for me. I thanked her.. we entered Magnet and started fooling around. Later on one more pandu joined us. Tushi introduced him to me. “Naru” I said hi. He smiled and said “hi”. “momya, he is from goa, we are chaddi friends, I had called him also, you don’t have any problem na??”

I had heard about him but unlike the description, he was silent. I assumed that he might not be in good mood. He was not at all speaking to me. Tushi picked some shirts, tops and jeans and went to trial room. I expected at least now he would start a conversation. Hmmm.. no chance…. I realized that he would never talk to me. I looked at him from top to down. That was so funny. He looked nothing better than a human wardrobe with hangers. He was carrying all those clothes picked by Tushi except one pink top that she took to the trial room. The worse part is that he was carrying her handbag too. oh my god, he was so lenient, so patient.. Tushi took one hour to pick each of her dress.. I lost my temper.. I was just saying yes to whatever she was taking. But this pandu was giving a detailed review for each one of them. And finally he asked me “are you working?” I said coldly “no”

Narus…. hats off to you to stand the notangis of a girl like Tushi. I swear your wife is the luckiest one on earth

Encounters (part IV) An incarnation of nonsense

I entered home listening pandus’ talk in Tushi’s room. What I could see is a dark bush talking to Babes. Babes introduced that ‘new face’ to me as Disney. She turned and blinked at me followed by a smile. I was wondering what she was doing there. Babes explained that this Disney was her junior in her college and gonna move in here at Dadi castle with us in two days. I said ok. I was more interested in the way she talks- typical Kannur (a district in Kerala) dialect. I know most of the Malayalam dialects but this was the first time I heard someone speaking English and Hindi in Kannur style. She always made it a point to murder both the languages in each and every sentence.

Both of them (Disney and Babes) were ruminating their bygone days of their college. Disney proved her deep knowledge in Malyalam language using the most abusive words for addressing those boys who studied with them. In between she was looking at me and trying to smile. Though she did not seem much interested in me, she extended her hand to me before leaving. I shook it and squeezed it a bit hard, I could see the smile on her face fading away. Poor thing!! “so you are coming in here, right?” I asked her. She was doubtful and said softly “hmmm”. I can never forget the look on her face!! He he :D

Encounters (part III) The big P

I did not take much time to get along with my pandus. I got to know more about them; their family, college, friends and a special friend ‘Pari’
Each sentence starts with pari, ends with pari… and an incident starts with pari ends with pari, a fight starts with pari ends with pari, a celebration starts with pari and ends with pari….
Every 20 seconds of their conversation they blame pari and praise pari… pari is an idiot for them and a hero for them.. pari is possessive for them and caring for them… pari is short tempered for them and loving for them, pari is irritating for them pari is everything for them
From their earlier discussions, I had a very bad perception about pari.. for me he was a Proud Pari..an arrogant young man, who interferes in the personal freedom of these poor gals, who always picks up fight with them, who doesn’t know anything other than blaming and scolding, who never supports these gals, who always underestimates them telling they are not independent. (How I knew these idiot gals open their mouth whenever they fight with him)
Finally the day came, the day when all my perceptions changed or can say melted down..
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From ‘Proud P’ to ‘Poor P’

And one day, we were invited to his place to have a homemade lunch.Can you believe, he waited for us almost an hour in that scorching summer at Nigdi depot? And at last we gals with all make up (still looked substandard), attitude, notangi and other possible girlish nonsense reached there. None of my pandu girls bothered to say a sorry to him. I realized it right then that these girls have taken him for granted. Though his blood was boiling, he did not say a single word (is this the same pari i heard of?).

Wait…i wasn't wrong. he is the one… he proved it!!
Pandu got it!! (she truly deserved it). This stupid girl got busy with phone (as usual) and started walking to the other side of the road. (she walks when she talks). We looked around and found her at the other end of the road walking. Ooooops… pari’s face was red. He called for her to come back and then...........#@$**@#(rest is history but the outcome made her sensible at least for half an hour)

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The lunch was grand and delicious for us- rice, rajma curry, roti and coke. Pari and his room mates (I don’t remember their names) prepared everything for us in advance. We all girls are grateful for him to save us from aunt’s nutritious delicious food that day. We talked, we played dumpster art (I can’t forget Tushi’s art and pari’s answer “ABRACADABRA” with a little help from me ;)
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Endnote: As I told you, my perception was an utter nonsense. He is one of the best you can ever get as a friend. He made our day! When I was leaving his home, I was really jealous of mullu, pandu and tushi for having him as their best friend. Without him, nothing is so easy for these girls in their life in Pune

Encounters (Part II) Bolti band!!

Dadi castle is as active as a fish market when all pandus get together. Yet, the coldness of one female was always a million dollar question for me. I did not have any other work after college, so my devil’s workshop started functioning. why she is so upset?, she must have some boy friend, why this female has so much airs and graces?, what she thinks of herself? why doesn’t she talk to me? Does she have pearls in her mouth? And from others I came to know that this pandu was born and brought up in some middle east country, she was a top scorer and was one of the rank holders for SSC in 2001 (bullshit, the same year I somehow passed out). I decided I’m not going to speak to this self-obsessed creature in that house. Big head!! I swore!

The other day, I reached early from college (as usual I bunked). Unfortunately or fortunately, Dadi was not there. When my effort with the great door of dadi castle came in vain (I still don’t know how to open it even after two years), I made myself comfortable in the porch lounging on a plastic chair. My brain was racked; though fuming inside I kept my mouth shut. I saw somebody coming..yeah my dear “attitude girl”… come baby come…
She looked at me and smiled (what was that a smile?? Hmmm) “why are you sitting here?” (oh no pearls fallen down darling.. u speak!!) I said nothing.. She took the key from me ( I gave her a sarcastic smile, a giant like me could not open the door, how you gonna do that.. let me see). She simply turned the key the other way around and opened the door!!.. The very me looked startled. She said softly “hi elephanto, actually everything is just so opposite here. If you want to open the door you have to turn it to the locking direction and vice versa”.. yes this babes is the senior most pandu here and a very best friend of mine now.

Encounters (Part I) Free Lift!

This post will explain you how other pandus came in the picture. Each and every pandu meeting can be called nothing better than an encounter.




September 5- Teachers’ day, Foundation day of our college and above all, that was a traditional day in our college. There were some reasons of that I never liked or used to participate in any of the college activities. So I was not at all bothered to wear anything traditional. On contrary I had worn a gaudy peach salwar and a chanakya hairdo. Im not a braggart but can’t help telling you that I was looking like a nomad who hasn’t taken bath for years.
I was on my way to submit my assignments to my prof on the fourth floor of my college. There I noticed a sweet cute boy sitting with his laptop in the corridor. He was in typical Kerala traditional outfits. I smiled at him.. I could see him getting bemused and looking awkward in front of his friends. He immediately took his gaze back but I could see him peeping out of the laptop. I came back via the same passageway just to tell him he looks good. Though I did not say, he understood it. Afterward, I met him a couple of times but didn’t talk.
And one fine day he offered me a lift. I denied it… but he forced me and I said ok. where he knows dadi castle situated at the end of the world.
We reached Wakad chowky he asked “did we reach?” I said “no”, we reached Dange chowk he asked “did we reach?” I said “no”. we reached Chapekar chowk he asked “did we reach?” I said “not yet” we reached Akurdi, he asked “did we reach?” I said “no a little more”.. he rode another 10 min.. this time he changed his question “will we reach today?” I said “yes” we reached Thermax chowk. he asked “how far?” I said “ hardly half a Km” after that he didn’t ask anything.
When I got down in front of my dadi castle I could hear his heart swearing that he won’t offer a lift without asking the person where s/he stays. I asked him whether he can go back alone without getting lost. In turn he asked me “is there any petrol pump near by??”He called me up that night and apologized for trying to impress me and showed his concern in staying in a cattle farm.

There started my friendship with this sweet Teddy pandu, who can never be replaced by anyone in my life

A smile through tears

Such a boring day!! Nothing was working out.. I shot a stupid video and got solid firing from Wasim sir. Was thinking of bunking class and going home. Suddenly, my ding ding ding rang de basanti ring tone made a big hullabaloo in the class, my lecturer showed me the 'exit'..

On phone my bro yelled “you are.. you are such a jinx?? What is your rashi stupid? How am I going to face dadi? Oh god what you did?” all confused I asked him what had happened. The reply was nothing but a long silence. He asked me to go home.

I was really scared when I reached. dadi’s place was all crowded.. most of them were wearing white. I entered the drawing room. The chilled atmosphere was terrific.. “digambara “ was playing on dadi’s juke box.. a white colour cloth had covered 6 foot lifeless body of dada surrounded by coconut diyas. Beside, dadi was crying bitterly.. The zeal of her face had disappeared. I could understand the pain.. I looked at the staircase.. all pandus were on it in ascending order with wet eyes and sour looks. I would have soon joined them unless I was stopped by a loud cry of dadi’s daughter. Everybody put a pause of his or her mourning including dadi. Her yelp could do nothing better than an 18th century stage opera. Respecting the situation none of the pandus made any comment!


September 10, 2007

I slowly realized why bro hassled me on phone. The day I stepped, dada passed away. What a rashi I have!! I felt the look of everybody’s face stabbing me.
“we didn’t have your number” Budhu showed her concern my being late. “Dada was not keeping well since long time, he was diseased last night” Pandu joined us. “Don’t worry, we know what are you thinking” tushi wiped her eyes and patted my shoulders. “what we could do is to pray for his soul to rest in peace” Mullu was struggling with her snotty red nose to keep it under control. Babes reached after me, I looked at her, the same ‘passive face’. “Oh god what an attitude” I thought.

The day went off… without any panduism

First night (dirty mind, don’t misunderstand now)

I asked pandu “where is bathroom?” she pointed to the extreme end of the room.

OMG!! What an exotic interior!! A spacious spick and span bathroom with a cosy bathtub, perfumed candles surrounding it, the towels hung on the cane that complement the wall painting, auto taps that give you both warm and cold water…..

I came out of fantasy when a cockroach jumped over my head, a lizard stopped aiming at a spider and waited for 'another steamy scene'.. I screamed at pandu to turn the light on.. I could hear her laughing and yelping back “the light is on dear” … I looked at the zero bulb right above my head, which I thought a glowworm .. I stepped into the bathroom, gratefully those slimy floor tiles could give me an ankle sprain for two days!!

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I had a heavy dinner with my bro, so missed the delicious and nutritious dinner of Food Aunt. (I love my bro for it)

I sat on my bed expecting the threesome to speak to me.. babes was not there as she was wandering upstairs..still on phone!!?? Anyway I started listening to their conversation

Mullu: Pari did this..pari said that.. pari could have done this… pari scolded me…. I fought with pari.. im not going to call pari…tikka tikka …. Shall I poke you on your tummy tushi? Hey pari is calling … I feel like singing or shall I dance .. I solved the problem with pari… he is such a sweetu.. pari is so caring… pari was really busy… pari gifted me this… I hate aunt’s food.. today also she had made that mashed potato of hers .. I hope she must have kept curd for me

Pandu: you know what?? Einstein’s brain was removed after his death. So they can find out what made him so brilliant.. I don’t mind being a receptionist at NASA.. there are 33% indians in NASA.. I wanna marry someone from NASA.. I love techi guys man! He should be tall, handsome, smart, professional, no non sense.. on my b’day he should decorate my room with full of teddys and red colour balloons, then he will carry me to my bed.. we will sing “ Suraj hua maddham, chaand jalne laga” (with full actions and expressions), then he will go to the hall and sleep on the couch … wow “how romantic!!” isn’t it??

Tushi: (on phone) “Naru… mein kal ayega.. pakka?? Don’t fail…”
Hey Mulle, (mix language Malayalam, hindi and english) that patti (dog) in my office did not give me good rating yaar. It’s gonna affect my appraisal. Im sure im gonna kill that one.. you know what dadi did today.. she turned that tap off and filled cold water for me in the morning.. I didn’t realize I poured it directly on my head and got frozen.. I came out and filled two buckets of hot water and took bath.. what a female man.. would she do that with her grand daughter?? She doesn’t know me well.. hummm


My attention turned to another unfamiliar voice and saw a little stout girl entering the room. Tall and had specs and her eyebrows upwards!! She was also on phone.. her biological age seemed to be 23 but what happened to her voice?? She was talking like a kid that reminded me of an old Malayalam movie “first bell”
“Mummy kutti, chippi here, what are you doing?? I had food….. podi mummy!! (a highly offensive address in Malayalam) ..mottu called you or what?? (what a family???)
She was wearing a salwar cameez, she removed her tag and threw it on my bed, she removed her duppata and threw on my bed and removed her bag and threw on my bed… (hellooooo what's going on?? Stripping or what??) She cut the call and looked at me!! “who are you???” (her voice was apt to her biological age now) This Budhu was the first one who started a conversation with me.

I said “im a budding journalist”.. all I could hear was a roar of astonishment “what???? Are you a journalist??” All pandus came and sat next to me to know more about my yet-to-start profession.
There started my life with these sweet pandus and my mutation as a ‘pandu’

First day

September 9, 2007

The date is really important to me, as it is the same date i landed up the two-storey building of Ambika Nonsense Unlimited Solutions (ANUS). We call it Dadi castle as well…
All puzzled, i entered the pale yellow grilled house (that reminded me of yerwada central jail) with my brother. I saw an old lady who was busy doing evening pooja (with intermittent blabbering about the devils who stay upstairs). She was short and had worn a light pink sari and a big kumkum bindi on forehead. She had smooth white tresses and was carrying a plate with prasad. She smeared some kumkum on my forehead mentioning about my not applying a bindi. I felt myself as Shivaji Maharaj returned after a successful war campaign (who knew the real war was yet to come).

She gave me a long lecture on the strict rules and regulations, the facilities of hot water, soft bed, spacious rooms, hygienic bathrooms and the amazing personalities I’m supposed to stay with. I looked at my bro. He gave me a proud smile as if he had lifted me directly to heaven. She looked upstairs and screamed on top of her voice
Tushi………………………………………………Some creature in dark green salwar top and gray colour sweat pants crawled down. Tall, quite fair, curly hair, which was wet, peeped out of the parapet. She gave me a crooked look. I tried a weird smile on my chubby cheeks. Dadi introduced me her as “Tushi” before I could say my name, she turned her back and walked off!! ( I bit my lips.. elephanto you are so.... dead!!)
I went upstairs.. the stair room had two beds. On the right side of the stair room was a proper bedroom, which was small (contrary to dadi’s explanation) with a double cot. On the left side there was a hall with four individual beds. I entered the hall as one of the four beds was supposed to be mine.

Aila!! I got to see all the devils dadi was talking about. Unlike any other PGs all of them were in that hall. One female (okay we can call her Kavi, not a pandu) seemed to be very upset. She had swollen cheeks and reddened eyes, the very look of a girl, minutes after a long stand weeping. She was sitting on one bed and busy typing SMS (I thought boyfriend but was her fiancé). Did not seem interested in me.

I looked at the other side…. That reminded me of a refugee camp right after a natural calamity. Three pandus on one bed!!
One female was sitting, leaning her back on the wall.. she was goggling at me as if as she saw some alien (though I look like one). She had a very round face with big eyes. She was wearing a tights and spaghetti. Dark thick curly hair was covering her chubby cheeks and pink lips. She was very fair (could have been cast to Twilight), short and had a kohl disaster on eyes that could give her black eyes.. She is our naughty Mullu

Another one was lying on her lap… very lean… the first thing I noticed about her was her big nose that protruding out of her small baby face.. Her thick eyebrows made a question mark when she saw me… with tight lips she was watching what I was up to.. her short wavy brown hair had been left open on Mullu’s lap for drying.. with a green colour night dress ( pyjama and a full sleeve shirt with black printed flowers on it) her whole body made a sudden twist and turned back to me. She is the real Pandu

I could not see her face properly as she was sitting folding her legs but facing down, covering her face with straight dark brown hair.. she was slim, dusky and wearing a white T shirt and leggings. Meanwhile, she was whispering “hmm” “ok” “yeah” “hmm” to an invisible person (well, she was on phone). She is the silent killer, our Babes

The same girl (Tushi) who I met in the drawing room came running there. She announced me as a new roommate to all others. No response!! .
I looked at my bed.. I got a shock! In my entire life I hadn’t seen so many bras and chaddis that also in different types and sizes!!

(will continue if iam alive)

Intro to pandus

We are the pandus… the blog is about what’s happening with each pandu’s life with another.. the blog is not meant to hurt anyone . if it can bring a smile on your face..that is the only motive
(Pandu level rating- 1: poor, 2: average, 3: good, 4: outstanding)
im not going to give you our real names. But no worries be happies!!! coz it is not going to make any difference…. What is there in a name??
Tushi
Pandu level
Temper: 4
Blunders: 2
Nonsense: 2
She is in US with her husband happily married but meet him only on weekends!! 


Mullu
Pandu Level
Temper: 1
Blunders: 3
Nonsense: 4
She shifted to bangalore and again happily married.. shares her day to day experiments on people with the writer.


Disney
Pandu Level
Temper: 1
Blunders: 2
Nonsense: 4
She got independence… she would have been a martyr if she did not leave her previous company.. the tug of war with the employer for her never happening appraisal


Pandu
Pandu Level
Temper: 1
Blunders: 4
Nonsense: 4
the word pandu is copyrighted under her name.. she is the one who inspired me to start this blog … her dreams do not have any logic but she has. The only problem is she never complete her statements


Budhu
Pandu Level
Temper: 2
Blunders: 4
Nonsense: 2
you have lot many things to learn from her.. she is pious, studious, hardworking and capable but to put an end to all these virtues she is very confused!


Babes
Pandu Level
Temper: 1
Blunders: 3
Nonsense: 4
work work work …. Nothing else is there in her life…. she is obsessed with work… that’s why even at sleep she rides pulsar!

Elephanto
Pandu Level
Temper: 4
Blunders: 3
Nonsense: 2
Moved to the heart of India- Mumbai.. will write if not been blown up by a bomb.. 


Paripedia
Pandu Level
Temper: 4
Blunders: 2
Nonsense: 1
we usually log in paripedia than wikipedia, as the information about anything under the sun is instant and accurate. Supposed to be matured but not at all! Again short-tempered!


Naru..
Pandu Level
Temper: 1
Blunders: 2
Nonsense: 4
cool… super cool … icy cool… out going, caring, loving as long as you are good to him ;)


US baba

Pandu Level

Temper: 1

Blunders: 4

Nonsense: 4

best person to approach when you are under depression. toooooo gudd (like russel peters) in giving gyan bhashan.. but you need to carry a bottle of RC ;)

Camelio

Pandu Level

Temper: 0

Blunders: 4

Nonsense: 4

it doesnt matter to him whether you are a boy or girl. if you impress him once, he will ask you "will you marry me?"

So let's start!!! keep logged on!

Why ‘Pandu’?

Even the writer doesn’t know the meaning of “Pandu”..But can give you some vague definitions. Pandu can be a person who is good for nothing, crazy, sissy but exceptionally smart at times (can’t even guess at what time). Pandu is a copyrighted word as it is originated from one of the ever trouble-tongues among us.

A reason

A reason 

i have started this blog as a tribute to friendship
a relationship that may start with a smile, a help or even a fight.. that can be cherished without egos, indifferences, possessiveness and insecurity, where 'what i'm to u' is more important than 'what you are to me"
Like you, even i have friends…. friends who are crazy, stupid, loving, caring, smart, romantic, irritating, pestering, flirting and what not?? Everything is there in them and each piece is unique..
Don’t envy when you get to know each of them…