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…