tHe fiNaL faRewELL......

Hmmnn….Finally it’s time to sit back and count the days till it all gets over (No I’m not dying…I’m too good to die…it has to wait for a long time…Actually the engineering is getting over!) It’s a weird phase…To think of the present, which will in some form or the other, come back and make us nostalgic about it in the future. As of now, let’s get a little bit nostalgic about our final days in Tarapur (or should I say, the one very famous/infamous final day of eclectic events and emotions.)

It was early April, the board exams were over and as expected, most of us guys kept ourselves damn too busy doing what we are probably best at – Nothing! Bless my memory, but I don’t know how the word got around that Amit (yes, it’s our dear old loved and adored guddu yet again in the limelight this time.) was being transferred to Anushakti Nagar. Amidst much chutzpah (find out this word’s meaning for me by the way!) and gossip, it was decided to give him a decent little farewell party.

“Party Varty dene ki kya zaroorat hai? Aise hi bye bye bol dete hai and usi se ek treat lete hai…kaisa laga mera plan?” blurted Mandar with the widest grin and a twinkle in his eyes – is what I would have loved to mention here, but I reckon there is no solid proof to this. Anyways it’s a vivid imagination….Whatever…let’s carry on…. Another word which was doing rounds was that Dipti was also getting transferred to Anushakti. Obviously, some common friends of Dipti and Amit suggested giving a combined farewell. ‘It’s gonna be weird’ I thought. Partying with girls wasn’t exactly one of the most anticipated and desired wish of mine. For all I know, in the 12 long and beautiful years of my courtship with the so called ‘Co-Ed’ learning, I had managed talking fairly well with only one girl – Rachana and even in this case, we became friends may be because she was a common friend of Amit and Mandar! Secondly, why I felt weird to party with girls was because Dipti was a part of GoGs (Gang of Geeks) and so all her friends who were going to be in the party were also fellow GoGs.

Now to say that the GoGs were a little bit different from us would very well qualify to be a big understatement. See the point is, they went to tuitions to Pandey sir and morons like us settled under the humoristic and jovial shed of Homi Bhabha. So when we were busy pulling each other’s legs in the tuitions, the GoGs studied, when we tormented poor old Singh sir, they solved Bangui and Mistry. When we jumped out of windows in Sharma ji’s lectures, they did calculus. When we tasted slime and mud while playing football in rains, they learnt the stupid chemical reactions. When we roamed about like carefree kids in Anand Melas, they prepared for the unit tests and tuition tests and the half yearly and board exams! When we STARTED studying seriously, they started revising. I guess I have pretty much made my point. Which is, while we were those typical good for nothing freaks, they were these typical bookworms! Well enough with the criticizing!

Now it wasn’t serendipity to organize and plan a combined farewell. Contacts (Pulkit bhai) were used, the party hall of the 3n4 guest house was booked, decorations were done (I remember contributing a strange spherical divali lantern which flashed lights in a manner similar to the ones in a discotheque. It was a huge hit!), invitations were sent, the so called ‘contri’ per head was collected, the menu was decided and orders were placed to sarovar. Even the games to be played were decided, the music system and all…Everything was planned and executed to perfection! That was it. For me, it was going to be the first official night out.

(Well technically, it wasn’t exactly a night out and also even if it was, it wasn’t my first. The first of my night out was perhaps the first of Amit’s and Mandar’s as well. On one fortunate day, Mandar’s parents had gone to Gujarat and me n amit were supposed to give him a company in the night. Well, we rented a VCD film – Deewangi was the name. While watching the totally dumb and useless movie, I remember fast forwarding a particular scene, which Mandar literally begged us to see. “Arre wo bahut important scene hai movie ka…Aise kaise chhod sakte hai..?” is what he says even today when reminded! After the movie, we saw some fun scenes from DCH, played some songs, ate loads of farsan and got bored! Amit being a acchha bacchha tried sleeping, we being the bure bacchhe tried our level best to not allow that to happen. Amit slept…Mandar switched on the lights, Amit got up, switched’em off……Amit slept….Mandar and me pulled his sheet just in the same manner as Aamir and Akshay pull in DCH of Saif’s….Amit got up…shooed us away…Amit slept…We made noises(can't tell you what noises!)…Amit closed the door…Amit slept…Basically, he did what he had come there to do…He slept! We gave up! Later we tried watching some late night television…(Ah..haa..!)We surfed through the channels with a lot of excitement, curiosity and eagerness to find at least SOMETHING worthy to watch in the night time….Something yaar, Anything, just a glimpse, kuch bhi…(Gosh, i could almost blush!) Well, unfortunately for us, there was nothing which could have been described as a treat to our eyes! Dejected with the waste of opportunity, we talked for a lot of hours, lying in our sheets; gazing in the darkness….It was fun anyways!)

Hey, ain’t I supposed to be telling something else to you? Argh…I write so bad and haphazard..! But you guys just don’t stop reading. Do you? Well thanks for it anyways….Lets get going…So where were we? Oh yeah the party…

As a gesture of goodwill, somebody suggested to present Amit and Dipti with a send off gift. Amidst much debating about whether Amit deserves a gift or not, we did go to Chitralaya to buy something. Backed by the supreme bargaining powers of Mandar and a limited allocation of funds, we managed to get a decent Coffee Mug for Amit. I don’t remember what was written on it but we were proud to present him with something which, for us, meant a lot. Drinking and Eating, after all, are the most two most important attributes in our lives. I am sure Amit would have been so very touched by this gift! On the D-day, me, shrikant and mandar raje assembled at Mandar’s place. Being the typical freaks, it didn’t appeal us to actually present Amit with such an esteemed gift. Instead, we picked up some tattered cloth pieces, some ghaas-phoos from the garden, some sand and pebbles and packed them in a small box, the size of a ring. We covered it with a dabbe me dabbe me dabbe me dabbe me dabba kind of packing and made it look something large and expensive! We gift wrapped the entire thing with almost all the paper we had!

“Oye..wo jo Mug laya hai usko gift wrap karne ke liye kuch paper rakha kya?” enquired shrikant with a face which already knew what the answer was. “Pagal hai kya?” replied Mandar with an exclamation mark on his face “Party me agar glass vaas kam pad gaye to apne paas kuch chahiye jisme cold drink piye…!” Raje, with an air of casualty and bindaas attitude said “Haa…ekdum baraabar bol raha hai…Point hai boss!” Finally, we marched out, or actually, just doodled along. On finally reaching the venue, we saw that the scene was very much predictable – dull, mundane, boring and not so happening. Guys sat in one corner, girls in the other. The party junta, mostly GoGs made sure the discussion lingered around the pre-entrance exams, results, academics and all such crap! “Abe ye kya chal raha hai yaha pe?”I sneered to which, Mandar broke out in one of his laughing fits as if he knew this was going to happen and that we were some kind of Mtv bakras or something. Shrikant gave a quick glance at the girls’ side, heard about the ongoing discussion between the guys, saw mandar and me laughing and tried hard to smile. Amit being Amit, was just staring at everything with big eyes, a stupid yet the cutest grin and asked us an equally stupid and a cute question, shrugging his shoulders and a with a movement of hands “Apne ko kya karne ka hai abhi?” That was one question which, i guess, was in everyone’s minds but nobody seemed to have any answer to it. The only flaw which I could deduce in the perfect planning that we did was that we forgot to decide upon the host or a hostess for the evening.

Turned out, it was Rachana who was quite familiar with such scenes and it was because of her, may be, that the party actually started. She made all of us arrange the chairs in a big circle and officially flagged off the start. We played some games, including dum(b)sheraaz or whatever it is and had cold drinks and sherbet. After playing many such games, we decided it was finally the time to let our hairs down, to get wild, shed our inhibitions, swing our a**es and sway our bodies to the latest and the loudest bollywood songs. We virtually burned the dance floor and ‘rocked tha party’! Considering the gloomy and the not so happening scene that I described earlier, you are underestimating as to how much over exaggeration I have done in the sentence in italics!

To be dead right honest with you, we danced horribly. Some of the guys were just jumping up and down as if a spring was attached to their legs, some were punching their fists in air, some were running around with arms stretched outwards (why?), and some were trying to come up with super sexy dance moves(which by the way, were something like what the rock and funk artists of the 80s did with jazz guitars and mike) to lure the women. As far as the girls were to be considered, they were just smiling at each other, tapping their feet and clapping their fingers. The buggers – me, amit, mandar, shrikant and pulkit were grading individual performances on a scale of 1 to 10, sipping colas & hogging snacks. The only time when we attempted to dance was when rachana came looking out for us to check whether we were dancing or not. Even that was tackled meticulously. Our informants alerted us everytime Rachana came along on her ‘round’ to check on us. We would jump from our seats, tried shaking a leg or two, imitated the dumb up and down jumps which the nearby guys were doing and shouted “Yeah….Yeah…” I remember most of the songs played were from the Vengaboys album and the one hindi song that was a huge hit was ‘It’s the time to disco’ from Kal Ho Na Ho.

Fortunately, I along with Pulkit and Raje had to bring in the food from Sarovar and that’s how I got lucky and officially got the permission to leave the dance floor. Me and Raje got on one scooty while Pulkit got on the other. One of the two scooties was of Rachana’s and it was kind of ‘hip’ to ride a scooty…(A girl’s scooty!)Yeah…go on and have a laugh…But for us, who used to just walk around the entire circumference of the 3&4 colony, BARC, TAPS and all, riding a scooty was indeed hip! “Abe, ye Pulkit ko scooty chalaana aata hai naa?” asked Raje sarcastically. “Haa…Aata toh hai…Kyu?” I replied. “Abe nahi, wo jaise achaanak gaayab ho gaya hai…na aage dikhayi de raha hai na peeche….Kahi thok vok to nahi diya na kisi ko?” “Kya maalum, kuch keh nahi sakte” “wo chod, paise hai na sarovar wale ko dene ko?” “Haa…” “Chod fir…aa jaayega, parcel lete hai” I don’t quite remember what happened afterwards but Pulkit somehow got back to the venue safe and sound. When we returned, the dancers had blown all their steam off from all the hip shaking and naach gaana.

Finally, the time came when everything was settled down and the gift awarding ceremony (or whatever it was) began. Initially, it was the girls who presented their gift to Dipti (or is it Deepthi or Dipthi or Dipthee…haheheheha){It’s a little joke which apparently only some folks can understand, so Boooo…..Get going!} So Dipti was dressed in a simple brown/maroon tee, blue jeans, the usual specs and a wide grin(Refer Amit’s album for that!). Somehow, she seemed to be a chirpy and fun loving girl who looked like a misfit (to me...) amidst the GoGs. But still, she was a geek, a nerd, or that’s what I had thought about it back then. Whatever…the girls presented her with some kind of a photo frame which had some inspirational/friendship quotes on it. (What? Is that a gift? It ain’t as good as a Coffee Mug…It doesn’t say ‘hey there buddy, I am the one thing for which you are gonna wake up early, fill me up with something HAWT and lock your lips with mine’…Does it? Instead her gift said something weird like ‘Friendship grows stronger with time’ which I agree, is deeeep philosophy but who wants to have to think of deep philosophy when you can think about how funny & intricate the time was when you said good bye to all your friends? At least I would like to think about the craziest and the most unexpected kind of gifts if I were to leave my friends….like a swanky new bike for example {God, hez gone mad!...[I've taken the liberty to even write out your feelings for you this time]}, or an i-pod {why am i even reading this?}, or even a jeans that says ‘You need this!’ [Well, one of the unexpected and crazy gifts that I did receive this birthday, some 10-15 days back were an additional set of birthday bumps executed splendidly with shoes, a pineapple cake smeared all over my face and a hotel bill for treating all those who could come late in the night at 12 to kick my a**] Now that's something memorable.) It was that day, I thanked my stars for making me a freak and not a geek!


Then, it was finally the time for us to present our gift to Amit. Remember the fancy packing stuff we made at Mandar’s place? Well, we gave him that. As Amit went on tearing the wrapping paper, opening the boxes within the boxes, the crowd (GoGs) also cheered respectively as “Ooooooo…..ooh” to “Awwww….www” to “Aww…..Aw” to “tch…tch…tch….” When finally Amit reached to the bottom and held out the tattered cloth pieces, the ghaas-phoos and the pebbles, it was a sight to see. Amit, inspite of being in a tight spot, was delighted. His face radiated happiness, he kept grinning widely and kept looking with big eyes towards all of us. Mandar, me, Shrikant, Pullu and Raje were ecstatic and overwhelmed with so much joy that we could have cried (All right that’s way too much! Sadly, we are amongst those fellas who savour each and every such moment when one of us is in a fix because of us!) but still we were a bunch of happy freaks. And Amit, he is one person who, in my gazillion years of friendship, I personally haven’t seen criticizing, being arrogant or mad at us….He is just cool…And that day was no different…He was so damn Supercool…!(He is, still now!) Well some of the GoGs did react with a shock and disgust, it was buried in silent murmurs and talks. Whether we did give Amit the mug immediately afterwards or later I don’t know, but we did give it to him.

Later on, we had our dinner & took some pictures (which, I haven’t seen till date! Stalkers!) & bade our good byes to each other. Mandar, me, shrikant and Amit walked together towards our homes. Walking briskly along the roads, we passed our regular ‘walker hangouts – places we visited on our long walks’:- The Vada Pav vendor in 3&4 colony, the Homi Bhabha building, the footpath along the gigantic athletic ground and so on. It felt weird….It really did. It felt heavenly to walk below the star studded sky with a faint moonlight to light the path (well, yes there were some lamp posts too..), absolute silence and cool breeze blowing from almost all directions. We kept walking briskly till we reached the crossroads infront of Mandar’s house and sat on a so called ‘katta’ which I doubt, was some kind of a guide rail of concrete having alternate black and white strips. Suddenly, it felt weird to think that all of it was coming to an end. End of all the times we spent together in AECS/JC. End of all the walks – End of the times to make it a habit of being around each other – always! Even though, we had eaten a lot more than what even we thought we could eat, there was this sunken and hollow feeling in the stomach. Yet, we had that silly grin on our faces. I guess THAT was the real farewell. THAT may be, was the real good bye!

Usually, it is said that farewells and send offs can make you senti and gloomy. But sitting there in the middle of the night, everyone ensured that it wasn’t senti or gloomy. Actually, it was fun, as usual! Amit kept cracking his split second jokes (I doubt whether he intended them to be jokes, but what he said, and how he said that, made them appear like jokes!) Mandar kept laughing, offering the craziest and the wittiest comments as usual. Shrikant kept grinning, explaining stuff with the regular hand gestures and all! We spent a lot of time together, may be we talked about how our college life was going to be like, the stupid crash course we had to undergo to make a mark in the engineering entrances (bah!) and a variety of topics. Must say, even though Amit and Shrikant extended their sleeping times a tad bit too late, they couldn’t stop themselves form being drowsy and almost half asleep while mandar and me talked on and on! At some point, may be we decided it was time to get up and get going to the soft pillows and warm bed to think of all that has been and dream of all that it could be.......

Project Pune

Alright folks it’s been a long vacation since I wrote something last time, so grant me the honor of trying a little something to entertain you once again. Now since the flowery kiss a** opening statement is over; let’s get straight down to business. As most of you would be knowing, that despite my level of ignorance, I have somehow managed to drag myself in the final year of engineering, where as a part of so called curriculum (yawn….m feelin drowsy!) we have to MAKE a project – ‘all by ourselves’. Yes I agree, that’s the height of stupidity. But still, formality hai yaar…Anyways, a bunch of no brainers, lazybones and kind of electheists (who don’t believe in electricity {m doin electrical engg if that ain’t general knowledge by now}) congregated to form a so called project batch! After much brainstorming (which means having a couple of vada pavs, discussing about the latest lafdas, ogling at some of the B.Sc females{you can’t call’em babes here!} and loadsa coffee sessions), it was decided to ‘OUTSOURCE’ our project to an agent in Pune. Outsourcing is a beautiful term which refers to the act of conveniently buying an entire project which is suggested, modeled, manufactured and tested by the agent before handing it down to the needful idiots like us. (Obviously it comes with a ridiculous price tag but hey…chalta hai yaar…there is no scope for screwing up things up when you are getting everything done by a professional….oh wait…there is! Always!)

Anyways, to cut the crap shorter, we had to visit Pune almost every weekend and it was this weird place which got my writing cap thinking. The most agonizing thing for me was the fact that going to Pune ain’t much like a luxury cruise…It involves traveling by an S.T. bus. Man, tell you guys what; I personally would like to believe that these buses are the final and the finished products of our very own desi junkyard wars. Anyhow, the grueling 4 hour journey causing a little displacement of the junk inside our bodies and the hell raising noise became a routine in a few weeks time. Apparently, during these numerous visits, we discovered all the hangout spots and even found some of our pass out seniors living nearby so that we could ‘hangout’ (What kind of a word is that anyways…) It was during these times that I figured Pune had many places with helluva crazy names…need proof? Nal rasta (bathroom wala Nal yaar) didn’t have any connection with a Nal (tap) or even with a plumber…wakad (what does that mean anyways?)…Erandwana (What language is it?)…Baner (wh..wh..what?) Bavdhan (again…what?)…Khadki (We’ve heard of khidki for sure…but what’s khadki?) Pimpri Chinchwad (yeah yeah….) Whatever, its gets even crazier when you hear the local people pronounce the names.

Talking of the hangout places, there is FC road, JM road, MG road, Pune Camp, Kothrud, Central Mall and many more. Most of the times, we ‘hanged’ around on JM road. Again it’s an interesting name….the abbreviation JM stands for Junglee Maharaj Road… (Seriously, why would anybody name a place as cool as this as Junglee Maharaj road!).As far as the place is concerned there is this distinct feel attached to it. Ever remember the times when we were kids and we dreamed of being in a fantasy land made just out of chocolate? Chocolate all over and around you, like the ones they show in TV ads. Open your mouth and chocolate falls all over into it while you just bounce around like a football, eyes shimmering with delight, face delighted and dipped in chocolate, playing in a choco pool rubbing it all over your…….Alright enough of the damned vision. The thing is, when we grow up, the chocolates are still there in our fantasies, but they acquire certain shape, size and colour (Ah…Haa!). Being in JM road was just like that. Lots and lots of chocolates (eye candies or whatever you choose to call’em) walking by, a Crosswords store for the kamaau and/or Daddyz babiez types, roadside thelas and book wallahs (who surprisingly have a lot more books put together than the crosswords) for the piggy bank fellas, McDonalds and a range of restaurants and food parlors plus the clothes and accessories shops…..It’s a high risk zone for your ATM/Debit/Credit cards….During the late evening hours when it gets dark, the tall trees and the nearby garden place is decorated with small LED lights(At least at that time, it was) and the vibrant colors and lights from the shops and the street make it heavenly. Add to that a cool breeze blowing in your face!

During one such time, I was supposed to wait for one of my friends who was to meet me at a bus stop just in front of the McDz I mentioned before. Apparently, I reached an hour before and roamed the whole street twice doing exactly what guys of my age do on places like these. Interestingly, I thought of a frustoo game often played by some of my seniors. It required keeping a count of how many candies just walked past by, which you could ogle at! I could see my counter running very fast that day. So much was the count that the quota for an entire month suddenly appeared full.(Now don’t judge me or my desperateness based on this!) Sick and tired of just ogling and doing nothing, I leaned over the rails in solitude at the so called bus stop. The weird thing about that bus stop is that it is fully functional and yet not a single bus stops there for any reason whatsoever. Soon enough, a pretty decent girl walked by, all alone and leaned on the other side of the railing. A plain blue tee, black jeans, hair tied up in a single pony tail, she seemed lost in the crowd. Gazing directly above at the stars, struggling to untangle the earphones, she seemed kind of engrossed in making herself comfortable at the bus stop. [‘Seems like I got myself a cute company’…I thought]. Soon, she seemed busy listening to some music on her cellphone. [‘Now what in the name of dirty devil am I supposed to do?’]. There were many dumb things to do. I chose to do the dumbest…plugged in my earphones in the cell and turned on the radio torture. Pune, inspite of being such a big city has got very few radio stations. Radio mirchi is the worst. It’s like they insert half or three quarters of a song in between some of the most irritating ads ever. Add to that the RJs are dumb…The language used is marathi +hindi +English and the RJs make sure each of the language is equally slaughtered! The songs played are handpicked from the worst ever collection in the industry.

After much cross firing(suggest me a better word for it) between the eyes, she did see me loking at her![‘Alright so we have a little situation over here….Whats wrong at ogling? Oh man…what should I do…? Should I go and talk to her…?May be start a conversation? Ergh…Why is it always the guy who has to do the talking?…But what if?….Well if I do…what should be my first sentence…?] As I was busy framing this fictional conversation between me and the complete stranger in front of me, the friend for whom I was supposed to be waiting called up. “Abe yaar, 15-20 min aur late ho jaunga…bus miss ho gayi… [Yeah…Go to hell…What was I thinking..? Ha….]. I would definitely have explained it to you guys reading this, how interesting our conversation went and how something totally out of the blue happened and how wonderful that stranger turned out to be. Turns out, I was still in the real world…and as usual I didn’t have 10 grams worth of confidence in my 80 kg worth of useless mass to go and talk…Poor me….Well…After some time a guy came along, said a little hi to her, may be sorry or something for being late and shoo…they were gone just like that… [Oh puhleez get real you bugger...What did you think….What if..?...ENOUGH OF THIS CRAP!.] That’s strike one…I thought. Gazed at the watch…my friend still had some 15 minutes left to arrive..I made myself comfortable. Sat on the chair and threw my legs over the rails, still listening to the radio, which by chance was playing one of the latest songs by the nasal epidemic haunting the nation! Soon enough, it happened once again…two girls came almost from nowhere stood for some time…chatted, giggled and strangely ogled at almost all the dudes passing by. (Yes you gals don’t you lie now….you do ogle…and ogle you more than the boys…) Some time later, two guys came, escorted the ladies and off they went! The same scene repeated quite a couple of times…Hence I discovered that it was a kind of meeting place for the cupids….[Oh dear dumb headed moron, Hell must be better than this……..being at the most erroneous place at the right time! Ha!] Well, some time later, my friend came along and sat with me. Being pretty tired from all the PMT bus journey and stuff, he leaned his back on the chair and dropped the head over the back rest. He put one arm around my neck and we guys resembled a tired lot dozing off in happily in each others embrace (or whatever it can be called) [Oh Oh!!] It kind of felt weird, when almost 70 percent of the guys and gals passing by us threw curious glances at us followed by a smug smile! After quite a lot of thought, it finally struck me as to what those guys might be thinking “Oh what the heck! Abe chal yaha se…yeh Pune hai…sheher hai! Karad nahi…" i said as we rushed past that cursed spot!

It was late evening and we were a hungry lot. We hopped in to the McDz right behind us to grab a bite at something we could lay our hands on. Now, I am a vegetarian (this status keeps changing time to time...) and McDz is not exactly a place for veggies like me. I wouldn’t like to disrespect any of the ‘motu’ folks, but ‘motu’ would definitely be an understatement for the demons I saw in over there. Amit, dear fellow, remember me calling you ‘expanded’ in my last blog, you should have seen what I saw! Yeah I may be exaggerating a little, but some of the typical Pune folks are just huge…just huge enough to give a superiority complex to the little tummy flaunters like us. Anyways, we moved out as soon as we were done with the stupid thing (which I can’t or may be won’t like to remember) we got ourselves to eat! Still having some place left in the tummy, we headed to some restaurant called Shri Krishna…It looked kind of a decent and average restaurant....Unfortunately, decent, the food wasn't and average the price wasn't...The sandwich I ordered was somewhat similar to the ones made by 7 year old when they are given some bread slices and vegetables to play with., it was cut into two pieces with one piece almost double the size of other, lots of ketchup smashed all over it and to top it all, it cost me 45 pretty b**ch*s…..leaving the quality of food apart, the price of the other food items was just ridiculous….i mean why would anybody pay 75 f**kin rupees for pav-bhaji in a place which looks something like the Shivanand at Tarapur? Still weird was the menu card…It said at one place that ‘Our first mother tongue is Marathi only’… What? What the hell is that supposed to mean….? What’s a first mother tongue? Without bothering to probe into it, we zoomed off from that place.

During a different time, I happened to be at this irani restaurant (don’t remember the name!) in Appa Balwant Chowk (popularly known as ABC) which has made quite a reputation for its egg dishes. We got ourselves a little omlette sandwich to eat followed by some buttermilk. The peculiar thing about this place is that buttermilk or chaas is something which isn’t served in glass but in bottles which more than just resemble beer bottles! Interestingly, even that place had some quirk attached to it. Written all over the walls was ‘krupaya konihi ithe basun kuthlehi paper kiva magazine vaachu naye. Kahipan lihnyachi suddha parvangi nahi aahe. Patte khelne, gappa marne kiva konachi vaat pahane mana aahe. Lavkaraat lavkar apan order keleli dish khaun zalyaas chalte vhave. Dhanyavaad’. Roughly, when translated, that means, “Please don’t read any newspapers or magazines over here. You are not even allowed to write anything. Playing cards, gossiping, or waiting for anybody is also prohibited. Kindly leave after you are done with whatever order you have given is served to you. Thank You.” Weird! Isn't it? Speaking of food, there is this fabulous place at FC road (sorry again…don’t know the name!) which sells Parathas and is so very famous for it. I haven’t tried them out yet, but if any of you guys happen to grab a bite in it, do make it a point to spread the word around! Then there is one more place at the dceccan gymkhana which sells typical maharashtrian breakfast early morning in kilos and litres! A unique feature of food habits in Pune is the tapri culture. There are these small shacks or tapris which sell everything from dosa, idli, vadas, upma, poha, the mixture of any of these items with a splash of sambhar and chutney on it! And they are very popular hangouts for the IT savvy and BPO junta who work late nights and turn up early in the morning at 4 am to have this so called breakfast!

Amongst the unique things, MG road is a walking plaza on Sundays, where you can shop as late as it gets and also feel glad for staying away from all the fancy bikes and cars and just drool along like an idiot all day long, doing what folks of our age do in places like these! The one thing, which I like most about Pune, is that, unlike Mumbai, you don’t have rely on a local train for any kind of traveling whatsoever! You got a bike, you turn on the ignition, and off you fly! That’s one reason why, Pune folks are so lazy and, ahem, ‘expanded’! Talking of the local crowd, it’s rowdy and highly argumentative! The plus point is, that by visiting this place, you can learn how to insult someone in the most sophisticated and polished manner and leave him/her wondering, what the hell did that mean? The negative side is that guys who are not familiar with the local language can sometimes get nasty surprises. The good thing is that, it’s not called oxford of the east just like that. There are loads of colleges, which implies, a lot of young crowd! The climate here is just awesome in winters and spring & the rainy days. Weekends can be spent in nearby places like lonavala, khandala, mahabaleshwar, sahyadris and so on. These places are just a matter of 3-4 hours on a bike!

Anyhow, we got the project finally some 3-4 weeks back, and the euphoric infatuation with Pune just got dormant. But anyways, it’s a fun place to be in. Something or the other is always quite weird here which makes it all the more fascinating. One suggestion – If you intend to roam in Pune, do it in the night, on a bike! You won’t be able to shop much, but the food just gets better, the crowd just gets nastier(;-D), the temperatures soar a little lower and the mood lightens a lot merrier!