A watery decision!!

Summer is around the corner! It reminds me of our last summer that was even worse. The sun was making tanduri out of Pune and did not spare we pandus also. We were struggling with the deliberate draught in Dadi castle. Finding drinking water was always a problem. If we ever drank boiled water made by Dadi, we had to listen her whining even after we peed it. The main reason was that she had to burn so much of LPG to boil it and that was not supposed for us devils. And if we go to Food Aunt’s place there you get filtered water and don’t think that filter machine is Aquaguard or something. Some local brand which uncle bought and brought after a long stand bargain. (Aunt bragged about it long back).   May be I was too idiotic to opt both the options. My ego, my necessity and my thirst led me to search for the so-called bisleri cans of 20 litres. And finally I got it from Gabbar Chotu for Rs. 65/-. All pandus were happy and made me Jhansi rani. And little I knew that I would soon become Joan of Arc. They put me on a stake and burnt me alive with the demands of cold water, small water container, attached tap, unbreakable glass, place to keep and a permanent slave who can carry the can from downstairs and wash the glass.  

I put forward the solutions; luckily all my idiot pandus agreed it. Nobody had any problem with payment. We decided to pay for the water on turn. “A pot” which is cheap and small with a tap that provides cold water was acceptable to all of them. I pointed to a tall stool as a place to keep. They agreed but Babes made a comment “ha ha Dadi will soon find some use of it if she comes to know that we are taking it” (That was true. Dadi came running and took that to downstairs).  A permanent slave ready to wash the pot and glass and carry the can from down to up without any complaints was ofcourse me! “Hurray!!” They all screamed.


 

Ocean’s 13

All oceans are beautiful, attractive and tranquilizing including our, Mr. Ocean*, if not, how can he be the Casanova of 2010, receiving 13 roses from stunning beauties* of his new office? The fact is some of the other pandus even turned green including me. 
My first encounter with this Ocean was at Adlabs, Chinchwad, when we all pandus gathered for another disastrous movie on earth- Indiana Jones and his stupid skull.  Except meeting another pandu, nothing resourceful happened that day.
Next time I met him under the Nigdi Flyover on his 150 cc Apache. It needs special mention as the story goes with the bike. I sat with Mottu though Apache’s 150 cc attracted me. I did not find it so affable to jump on it as Pandu did because I was not so familiar with the guy who riding it. Oh oh, I forgot to tell you. We were heading to Duke Point, a pleasure trip (In reality, no other plans worked out). On the way I just asked Mottu “Can we go a little fast?” He replied jovially “Yeah sure but only for five minutes”. He suddenly sped and overtook Ocean’s bike. He turned and poked Pandu. In a fraction of a second Apache with Ocean and Pandu covered us. Pandu gave a tit for tat to Mottu screaming, “Iam on APACHE 150 CC and see who is riding it. Don’t even dream of a race with your outdated Passion”. Mottu started laughing that shook the Passion and me alike. I elbowed him saying “Shameless”. “Elephanto, this is what I told you the fun is only for five minutes”, Mottu said chuckleheaded. 
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That was nice, by the time we are back, I was somewhat acquainted with Ocean (ofcourse i wanted a ride on Apache). Well, Ocean asked me “Are you okay, if I ride a little fast?” “Oh yeah sure” I said excitedly. And we vrooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooommmmmed to Tony da Dabba.
He was not talking to me much except the instant answers to whatever I asked. He left no room for further conversation. Then I thought he might not like talking when he rides. I also zipped my mouth and sat on the bike as if I swallowed a stick. I could not believe myself!!  
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As i said earlier oceans are calm and quiet on their surface and no one knows what is going on under the waters!! That’s what happened with this Ocean also. The next day evening Pandu arrived from office. Without any hi or bye she directly asked me “you didn’t like Ocean?” I exclaimed “Huh? Why should I like him? He is not an MBA”. “Not that idiot. He told me that you didn’t talk to him on the way to Tony Dabba” she paused. “I will kick him if he comes in front of me” I screamed.  She said, “What?” I explained, “I thought he doesn’t like my chirping because he was quite all the way. Shit man!! If I knew he is ok with my talking I would have killed him”. “Good you didn’t know. Poor thing!” She sympathized.  “Yeah I know I’m a poor girl,” I said. “Not you idiot, I am talking about him” she turned her back on me.  
So that’s what Ocean is! Without any reason* he can get sympathy, love, care and even 13 roses!! Bloody Casanova!
 
P.S. Ocean is a highly self-motivated person and a strong believer* of Hakuna Matata . He had imparted some of his inspiring thoughts to me also in our second meeting. Many of the pandus experienced the same and are ‘severely’ enlightened. 
(*Exaggeration in stories should be excused)

The Pandu Amphitheatre

We always believe in run-time planning because if we do any pre- planning, for sure, that will never work out. We sit together and anyone of us says a plan and if the plan gets a majority approval, we just put it off and it remains as a never happening plan. For example, Goa trip, Mumbai trip and Lavassa trip. But if someone says a plan and none of us agree, that’s the plan for the day, we all go for it. For example, go and have a tea at Lonavala, watch movies like Indra-the tiger, Deshdrohi, One-man army, Agyat, Gauri and so on.  You must wonder how anyone can watch such tortures. But yeah!! Nothing is impossible for Pandus.

Watching South Indian ventures in multiplex may burn our pockets so we conveniently watch them at Pari’s amphitheatre. The amphitheatre is as cosy as the Colosseum in Rome under the roof of Pari’s flat with Pari’s own laptop, speakers, bed and pillows as lounges, his money to buy Coke and Lays, power supply and his hospitality as host, waiter and chaser. Are you thinking of why he is a chaser? Of course yaar!! There is a limit for all nonsense. He always shoos us away with a warning “Don’t you guys ever come again to my place if you have any intentions of watching bakwaas movies”. We all listen to him without any change in expression and after he leaves we rewind the scene, which we missed out while he was shouting. On top of it, we even find another set of third grade movies for next weekend via Pari’s own Internet.  

Pari’s temper is legendary, so are Naru’s wits. It’s sure as hell that Naru will pass some comment every time on Pari’s reprimands but only behind his back. We all giggle but Mottu laughs out loud and will be soon crucified by Pari’s intent look. That’s for us including Pari to have another round of laughter!

The Incredible (Pandu) Hulk

He is incredible, ofcourse he is a pandu and a bit of Hulk in size, oooooops sorry built! I am talking about our Mottu pandu. I met him for the first time at Gold Adlabs in Chinchwad, the very hangout place for Pandulog.  Pandu introduced him to me as a colleague turned friend.

Then I met him after a long time on Christmas Eve last year. He hasn’t changed a bit man! He opened his chatterbox that he closed only after he dropped us home. He is an easy- go-lucky guy in nature, a cool headed man. I have never seen him irritated or angry for any reason (though we all pandus try our level best). He has a got a smile stuck to his face since the day he was born.
Nature is his weakness and no one can predict when he gets his ‘nature’s call’! (Not the one you think). He is an engineer by default- the decision he made against his inner call of being a wild life photographer (Pls don’t think it as an influence of our dear movie 3idiots). However, his hidden talents come out at times and we all are victims of it.

Mottu’s compatibility with other Pandus 

Mottu Vs. Pari
It’s strange to find the chemistry between Pari and Mottu in their extremities. None of them take any decision without the other one’s approval and all the decisions are made after rigmarole of arguments. And at the end, you will find both of them talking for the same cause but in different ways.






Mottu Vs. Pandu
Amazing! He agrees with Pandu for anything and everything, even if she talks utter nonsense. Pandu is the main reason for the fight between Mottu and Pari, because Mottu always takes her side even if she does something absurd. Such a smartoo she is! She stays aside and enjoys the fight between them. But she is a hardcore fan of Mottu when it comes to his knowledge in finance and technology.


Mottu Vs. Budhu
They are the mottus in our group. Ofcourse they have a very good compatibility not only in looks but also to pull Pandu’s legs. He loves to laugh out loud and Budhu is the one who always encourage him. She says, “Only those who are good in heart can laugh so plainly”. 


Mottu Vs Naru
Needless to say Naru is neutral. He can get along with anyone and no exception for Mottu. Both of them are mild and fun loving. Naru is the one who cracks witty jokes with no change in expression and Mottu is the one who catches it almost immediately and makes it public with his nonstop laugh. They are even ready to go under knife to change "something" which can put them into 377 Section of IPC


Mottu Vs. Elephanto
Aah…. We are the best on bike…. We love to sing old Hindi songs all the way (which really irritates Pari). I always appreciate his love for nature. That’s why once we stopped and stooped (i.e. his style..now dont ask what is he actually capturing) in the middle of the road to capture buffalos in his digicam, that ultimately made Pari to drive all the way back to find us.  

I can’t explain more than this, as it is difficult to brief his personality in mere words. Other pandus might perhaps like to add some comment on it.