This person is an inescapable part of my life. Siblings may not be by blood but by choice and he takes undue advantage of the same.
I have always been a victim of his embarrassing acts in the public. So imagine we are going somewhere, he notices a group of girls and he shouts out loudly "Shweta". He is so certain that, there is at least one Shweta in it, even if there is none someone will turn back for sure. Now I'm the pillion rider who should take this. To my nightmares it such transpired that the girls turned out to be my own friends on several occasions and I did not know where to duck my face.
He annoys the hell out of me every single time we see each other. He never wastes any potential opportunity to insult me, as a result of which he went up to calling me Angru on Social Media. He thinks it's a Sunday when Angru smiles! Just hold your index finger at an angle of 45 degrees to your nose. This is what he always does and thinks that really looks like the red angry bird. Am I so ugly?
If you are a trouble and so much trouble then you should hang out with him. Frequency matches for sure you know! I’m more inclined to be annoyed that it’s basically a timepass trick to make me feel annoyed about myself, and perhaps by extension, he thinks I’m a cute little devil. You know, so I buy all the stories from him.
A few years ago something terrifying happened, and it was ought to happen with him being around. Looking back on that day, I can say that it happened only because of him. At times, it appears that mishaps happen when you get exposed to dangerous situations or you venture out to some odd places and people. You don't really have to go to Syria or Pakistan or walk on a lonely road at 12 AM on a New Moon Day. Calamity could strike to you with Octopus's presence and as simple as that. That day, I went out with my childhood best buddy for her shopping. It was that day we were terribly late and we rushed home in an autorickshaw. When it was almost home but 7-8 minutes more, the auto driver denied to take that road as it was dug in all possible routes. He did not want to put his auto into an emotional athyachar. So we had to walk from there onwards on a dark road. We saw a bike approaching at full speed, I was little scared. She was terribly upset thinking it were those guys who bother her every alternate day on her way to college. And, then I hear Shweta! Shweta! Shweta!. And the pillion rider burrows his face laughing out loud. Abruptly there is pin drop silence. I hear "Pinky le Pinky". And then bike fled in extraordinary speed and disappeared. My friend was completely shattered. But I could not confess to her who it was. As I reach home, I see people laughing like crazy narrating what had just happened. My mom was standing there yelling at Octopus and another friend of ours.
Once, Octopus and his friend were riding back from Dharwad to Hubli and it was a midnight. Humor as it over flows out of him, something interesting can be expected out of him every single time. So coming back to that dark night, they were almost half the way and somewhere near Navanagar. There was an innocent man walking along the road side. They stopped the bike and asked him 'which way is Navrang?' the man answered - 'Sir this is Navanagar'. They still insisted him to guide the way to Navarang. The man said, sir Navarang is in Bangalore and this is Navanagar. A little suspicious as it turned out to be, the man asked where did you come from? The 2 gentlemen showed their hand towards the dark hill, towards which there is not even a road that exists. The terrified man started running at his max speed. These 2 started laughing at their highest and followed him. The scared poor man vanished in no time.
Crazy? Yes, he is. This is very little about him. When he used to travel to Dharwad for his first job on a daily basis there were numerous incidents of him putting everyone into good laughter. And Sir ji used to tie a hand kerchief around his mouth and laugh. So that nobody get to know he is laughing all alone. Oh man! After relocating to Bangalore, that every conductor he met, he asked them if the bus goes to Jamestic! Heights, ain't it? Who would ever call Majestic as Jamestic ! At times, the conductors were so confused they used the same word, while others were courteous and tried to correct him thinking he is a new person in the town.
During my graduation time, a lot of my friends joined the college where he was studying. Errr! Most of them were victims of his pranks. He stood near the staircase and screamt "Pishub" and "Dishkyaon" and what not with his hands folded like a Gun! He once ragged my bestie and asked her to salute him each time she saw him. Only as a matter of fact, he had not recognized her as my friend and he continued to rag her. While my bestie enjoyed the drama, knowing who he was. Crazy :)
Octopus is a big time CID fan. He makes his 73 years old father to dance on Sundara Sundara and calls his mother Meenu Amma as Sundari Kutty:) He is my primary line of defence. Careful, Octopus is my brother! He might kill you with his PJs. He is a self-proclaimed Living Legend! He prefers to add Sir as a prefix to his name. He aims to have a statue of him at the busiest roads of Hubli! Lol who thinks of something like this? But this man does.
I know, as crazy as it sounds this man is a Legend in his own ways :) People when secretly peek into my phone when it rings with the name as Octopus, might really wonder who the hell is this person? Well, I don't remember that day, when I named him as Octopus!
I have always been a victim of his embarrassing acts in the public. So imagine we are going somewhere, he notices a group of girls and he shouts out loudly "Shweta". He is so certain that, there is at least one Shweta in it, even if there is none someone will turn back for sure. Now I'm the pillion rider who should take this. To my nightmares it such transpired that the girls turned out to be my own friends on several occasions and I did not know where to duck my face.
He annoys the hell out of me every single time we see each other. He never wastes any potential opportunity to insult me, as a result of which he went up to calling me Angru on Social Media. He thinks it's a Sunday when Angru smiles! Just hold your index finger at an angle of 45 degrees to your nose. This is what he always does and thinks that really looks like the red angry bird. Am I so ugly?
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If you are a trouble and so much trouble then you should hang out with him. Frequency matches for sure you know! I’m more inclined to be annoyed that it’s basically a timepass trick to make me feel annoyed about myself, and perhaps by extension, he thinks I’m a cute little devil. You know, so I buy all the stories from him.
A few years ago something terrifying happened, and it was ought to happen with him being around. Looking back on that day, I can say that it happened only because of him. At times, it appears that mishaps happen when you get exposed to dangerous situations or you venture out to some odd places and people. You don't really have to go to Syria or Pakistan or walk on a lonely road at 12 AM on a New Moon Day. Calamity could strike to you with Octopus's presence and as simple as that. That day, I went out with my childhood best buddy for her shopping. It was that day we were terribly late and we rushed home in an autorickshaw. When it was almost home but 7-8 minutes more, the auto driver denied to take that road as it was dug in all possible routes. He did not want to put his auto into an emotional athyachar. So we had to walk from there onwards on a dark road. We saw a bike approaching at full speed, I was little scared. She was terribly upset thinking it were those guys who bother her every alternate day on her way to college. And, then I hear Shweta! Shweta! Shweta!. And the pillion rider burrows his face laughing out loud. Abruptly there is pin drop silence. I hear "Pinky le Pinky". And then bike fled in extraordinary speed and disappeared. My friend was completely shattered. But I could not confess to her who it was. As I reach home, I see people laughing like crazy narrating what had just happened. My mom was standing there yelling at Octopus and another friend of ours.
Once, Octopus and his friend were riding back from Dharwad to Hubli and it was a midnight. Humor as it over flows out of him, something interesting can be expected out of him every single time. So coming back to that dark night, they were almost half the way and somewhere near Navanagar. There was an innocent man walking along the road side. They stopped the bike and asked him 'which way is Navrang?' the man answered - 'Sir this is Navanagar'. They still insisted him to guide the way to Navarang. The man said, sir Navarang is in Bangalore and this is Navanagar. A little suspicious as it turned out to be, the man asked where did you come from? The 2 gentlemen showed their hand towards the dark hill, towards which there is not even a road that exists. The terrified man started running at his max speed. These 2 started laughing at their highest and followed him. The scared poor man vanished in no time.
Crazy? Yes, he is. This is very little about him. When he used to travel to Dharwad for his first job on a daily basis there were numerous incidents of him putting everyone into good laughter. And Sir ji used to tie a hand kerchief around his mouth and laugh. So that nobody get to know he is laughing all alone. Oh man! After relocating to Bangalore, that every conductor he met, he asked them if the bus goes to Jamestic! Heights, ain't it? Who would ever call Majestic as Jamestic ! At times, the conductors were so confused they used the same word, while others were courteous and tried to correct him thinking he is a new person in the town.
During my graduation time, a lot of my friends joined the college where he was studying. Errr! Most of them were victims of his pranks. He stood near the staircase and screamt "Pishub" and "Dishkyaon" and what not with his hands folded like a Gun! He once ragged my bestie and asked her to salute him each time she saw him. Only as a matter of fact, he had not recognized her as my friend and he continued to rag her. While my bestie enjoyed the drama, knowing who he was. Crazy :)
Octopus is a big time CID fan. He makes his 73 years old father to dance on Sundara Sundara and calls his mother Meenu Amma as Sundari Kutty:) He is my primary line of defence. Careful, Octopus is my brother! He might kill you with his PJs. He is a self-proclaimed Living Legend! He prefers to add Sir as a prefix to his name. He aims to have a statue of him at the busiest roads of Hubli! Lol who thinks of something like this? But this man does.
I know, as crazy as it sounds this man is a Legend in his own ways :) People when secretly peek into my phone when it rings with the name as Octopus, might really wonder who the hell is this person? Well, I don't remember that day, when I named him as Octopus!
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