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