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
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
