“Arre Pappu Pass Ho gaya”
This syllable rightly suites this Gem (:O ????) of a Person (Bechaare ke PASS hone mein kinno ka haath hai, yeh sirf wohi jaante hain ;)). Cricketer (batting and fielding sure, balling well guys take cover at the boundary ;)), funny face (yeah, Cartoon characteristics fulfill karta hai banda apna :P), cute (hmm, wud be an exaggeration), shareeef (is totally out of Question) but still the gUy nExT dOoR (ooooppppsss, frens dnt confuse with the movie ‘Girl Next Door’, he is NOT that kind, okieeee). He has his charm of chanting around and flying high until he feels the need of the day (yeah, he knows not how to convince, but how to make the most of things, a Real Smart (pun here) Ass (for Sure, bet 10 on 10 for this) :D). The first thing you’ll notice about him, his front bed character, frenship and that sweet lil dimpled smile (hmm, lil only, dnt go deep down to search on them). The second thing to see, just shake hands, and u know what I mean (I guess, his hands were twice mine, saala Majdoor ke maafik bilkul :P).
So, that’s a sweet lil introduction to our Pappu, aka Sharmila Ladka of the “1st Year Skit”. Hmm, u thought I forgot that, naah nt yet, still time before I remember nurturing around this shy guy :D, against our Spider (Ms Machoo Girlie Girl) and Mithun Da (Mr Bandi waala Pati not Parmeshwar) and ofcourse Me (Tinga Mother of Ms Spider). How I met him, well that was 'Mr. Vinayak aka Chamiya' who introduced him to the party. Still remember him standing over at the corner, surprised to see the lot shouting and kicking on Vinayak (it was Sept Guys B’day party I guess). But that was just the start of “First Impression” which mostly turns out wRoNg, as this ONE DiD, coz this SOB (nvmind the lang :P) was different than being sHy (btw, can he spell this word).
His best traits come out with pleasing, ever heard him plead, let’s hear it again “Please bhai, dekh bhai nahi hai kya……yaaaaaar aisa mat kar, bhai ke liye………tashan ki baat hai kya, tashan nahi yaar, please bhai”. Hmm, so you all saw the number of times this ‘Please’ phrased in and out, well then if u hear this again, you know this F***er is back again. Rest, seen him pleading to other than frens, here is a snapshot “Arre sir, hum to bacche hain, sir kahan sir…..sir batayiye sir kinne mein…..arre sir aap aap bacchon ke saath aisa karoge…….sir please bol rahe hain sir, dekho sir……please sir, ab aap bura mat mano sir……..samajh lo sir aapke hi bacche hain”. Uff, now how do I know this, bhai inke saath bahut baar “WT” travel jo kara hai (Remember those fun filled outings from Lal Kuan to Dunaaa).
I still remember those journeys, shouting around, playing cards (we were a good pair, bina patte dekhe TRUMP bolte the :D), those 2-3 hours stay at Muradabad (f*** we did suffered that a lot, and our dinner was the dukaan outside, with bread omlet and Kala waala Kola), finally retiring to those half taken births (yup yup those Agri/Mech guys, always used to fall dead on our seats – saale sab WT waale the, bakwaas). Morning was to say, a gOoOd bYe to meet for a trIp down to RaJpur and Road (no nt for Chinki Food, but for @#$%^, ab shaadi ho rahi hai, so let’s avoid the tRuTh :D).
Btw, you all know he is intelligent, umm dnt u think so, well a Wiz Kid when it comes to computers (that’s the only good thing he knows), and the second good thing is again computers (confidence jhalakta hai bhai ka), and the third good thing is NOTHING. Yeah, I guess I got the things right now, but he always had this AIM to become a Useless Manager, he did became a Manager (by chance, but filhaal he is Png + IITian, a rare combination of f***in sOcial brEed) just that he is Used Less and so the oRganiZation is working gOooood for nOw. Mumbai aala re, his debutante for now. But ever thought how far this MO-FO (dnt ask me the meaning, u know I dnt Abuse ever) can go, then u better ask our “Gennie” Mr. bonzooooo, ooo he knows how to cRy and Pappi knows how to make him Cry always (Well, I was not part of it, or was I…..u knw, my remembrance is just a resemblance of a fading past), and he was also part in the conspiracy of “Wall to Wall Hearing, after all…….Deewar hi to hai”, and why did the lights “Went Out” at the top floor after 9 (Pappu and halwaii, bolo ji – yeh un dino ki baat hai, jab aap chat mein raha karte the).
Times unforgotten, we stayed a good amount of time from Jia to Dhaula, we had fun, we had frolic, the most of it, we always lived the way we liked. Shopping, Movies, Food and Masti, Flirting (not me haan, only he and dusra he ;)), Drinking (again not me haan, only he and dusra halwaaiii), smoking (naah, none of us into that), and Dancing (he is best in that Road side Romeo dance, saala body hilata hai ki lagta hai kissi ne bechaare ko current maar diya). Yaar pappu, please please please please, bhabhi ke saamne dance nahi karne ka……u knw, poora MACHO da na……maa behen ek ho jaati hai ;) ---- kyunki, ‘PAPPU can’t dance saaaaaaaaaaaallllllllllaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa’.
Fact File:
We have nurtured a long thought and a long lived frenship, from college to our first job. We had lived a life of less earning, still enjoyed the days with those pennies. We had lived the life of long journeys (bus and train) where the Bus always gets late, if HE is with ME (okie okie, I knw u wanna reverse this :P). All those fun times were worth the time, and are worth the memoirs of a life time, and so this is dedicated to Pappu (aka Apul Jain) for our long lived frenship.
Churns:
Remember that time we spent creating that “SWF aka Flash Presentation”, sitting late nights, thinking over f***in ideas and coming out pissed off every day, until we came out with our own Version of “Resemblance” of the new Pantnagar. Those long talks with Mr. Placement (well, they were supposed to be short, but that D*** Head was so FAST speaking, that we had to wait to HEAR a single word), those train journeys singing and playing cards all through, teasing 'Sardaar on Swati', and finally playin around with ever frisking Bonzoo (the homely dog, kinna bhi maar lo, saala laut ke apne hi paas aata tha ;)).
So, that’s a sweet lil introduction to our Pappu, aka Sharmila Ladka of the “1st Year Skit”. Hmm, u thought I forgot that, naah nt yet, still time before I remember nurturing around this shy guy :D, against our Spider (Ms Machoo Girlie Girl) and Mithun Da (Mr Bandi waala Pati not Parmeshwar) and ofcourse Me (Tinga Mother of Ms Spider). How I met him, well that was 'Mr. Vinayak aka Chamiya' who introduced him to the party. Still remember him standing over at the corner, surprised to see the lot shouting and kicking on Vinayak (it was Sept Guys B’day party I guess). But that was just the start of “First Impression” which mostly turns out wRoNg, as this ONE DiD, coz this SOB (nvmind the lang :P) was different than being sHy (btw, can he spell this word).
His best traits come out with pleasing, ever heard him plead, let’s hear it again “Please bhai, dekh bhai nahi hai kya……yaaaaaar aisa mat kar, bhai ke liye………tashan ki baat hai kya, tashan nahi yaar, please bhai”. Hmm, so you all saw the number of times this ‘Please’ phrased in and out, well then if u hear this again, you know this F***er is back again. Rest, seen him pleading to other than frens, here is a snapshot “Arre sir, hum to bacche hain, sir kahan sir…..sir batayiye sir kinne mein…..arre sir aap aap bacchon ke saath aisa karoge…….sir please bol rahe hain sir, dekho sir……please sir, ab aap bura mat mano sir……..samajh lo sir aapke hi bacche hain”. Uff, now how do I know this, bhai inke saath bahut baar “WT” travel jo kara hai (Remember those fun filled outings from Lal Kuan to Dunaaa).
I still remember those journeys, shouting around, playing cards (we were a good pair, bina patte dekhe TRUMP bolte the :D), those 2-3 hours stay at Muradabad (f*** we did suffered that a lot, and our dinner was the dukaan outside, with bread omlet and Kala waala Kola), finally retiring to those half taken births (yup yup those Agri/Mech guys, always used to fall dead on our seats – saale sab WT waale the, bakwaas). Morning was to say, a gOoOd bYe to meet for a trIp down to RaJpur and Road (no nt for Chinki Food, but for @#$%^, ab shaadi ho rahi hai, so let’s avoid the tRuTh :D).
Btw, you all know he is intelligent, umm dnt u think so, well a Wiz Kid when it comes to computers (that’s the only good thing he knows), and the second good thing is again computers (confidence jhalakta hai bhai ka), and the third good thing is NOTHING. Yeah, I guess I got the things right now, but he always had this AIM to become a Useless Manager, he did became a Manager (by chance, but filhaal he is Png + IITian, a rare combination of f***in sOcial brEed) just that he is Used Less and so the oRganiZation is working gOooood for nOw. Mumbai aala re, his debutante for now. But ever thought how far this MO-FO (dnt ask me the meaning, u know I dnt Abuse ever) can go, then u better ask our “Gennie” Mr. bonzooooo, ooo he knows how to cRy and Pappi knows how to make him Cry always (Well, I was not part of it, or was I…..u knw, my remembrance is just a resemblance of a fading past), and he was also part in the conspiracy of “Wall to Wall Hearing, after all…….Deewar hi to hai”, and why did the lights “Went Out” at the top floor after 9 (Pappu and halwaii, bolo ji – yeh un dino ki baat hai, jab aap chat mein raha karte the).
Times unforgotten, we stayed a good amount of time from Jia to Dhaula, we had fun, we had frolic, the most of it, we always lived the way we liked. Shopping, Movies, Food and Masti, Flirting (not me haan, only he and dusra he ;)), Drinking (again not me haan, only he and dusra halwaaiii), smoking (naah, none of us into that), and Dancing (he is best in that Road side Romeo dance, saala body hilata hai ki lagta hai kissi ne bechaare ko current maar diya). Yaar pappu, please please please please, bhabhi ke saamne dance nahi karne ka……u knw, poora MACHO da na……maa behen ek ho jaati hai ;) ---- kyunki, ‘PAPPU can’t dance saaaaaaaaaaaallllllllllaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa’.
Fact File:
We have nurtured a long thought and a long lived frenship, from college to our first job. We had lived a life of less earning, still enjoyed the days with those pennies. We had lived the life of long journeys (bus and train) where the Bus always gets late, if HE is with ME (okie okie, I knw u wanna reverse this :P). All those fun times were worth the time, and are worth the memoirs of a life time, and so this is dedicated to Pappu (aka Apul Jain) for our long lived frenship.
Churns:
Remember that time we spent creating that “SWF aka Flash Presentation”, sitting late nights, thinking over f***in ideas and coming out pissed off every day, until we came out with our own Version of “Resemblance” of the new Pantnagar. Those long talks with Mr. Placement (well, they were supposed to be short, but that D*** Head was so FAST speaking, that we had to wait to HEAR a single word), those train journeys singing and playing cards all through, teasing 'Sardaar on Swati', and finally playin around with ever frisking Bonzoo (the homely dog, kinna bhi maar lo, saala laut ke apne hi paas aata tha ;)).
Memoirs:
Did he ever had a crush, or two or three, but who was one who took his heart off the heels (yeah she needed high heels always, height mein bahut chotti thi na). Hmm, was it SOLE (aka Juta). I guess i can RIjuvenate (spelling is wrong on purpose) lights, if only i can step in those Shoes aka Juta ;).
