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
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?).
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
