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