The Legacy of A-1 Raagamallika Apartment….

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Chennai ek dum danger place
Where North India survive only if he has face
Deekhne mein ek dum changa
Climate ne kiya sab ka danda
Logon ne maara tamilian bomb
Acche acche shaano ka ban gaya tomb

The Union

A- Name – Adarsh …Adarsh Abhineet… known as addy to some…adarswa to lot..addu to many and for some Mr AD. Passion: Late night flights of fantasy. Every second ex-Gen women’s ideal son- in- law…for each new-Gen women ideal brother- in – law and for every future –Gen women ideal Bhaiyaa. Oh really!!!!...you got to believe your neighbor’s wife to trust the scripted description.


B- Train from Pune screeches to halt on platform no 9 at Chennai Central. Out comes a discernible, conspicuous Sardar. Name- Bhatia…Harmeet Bhatia. The Infosys placard announces…Welcome to the gallows of Chennai…Bhatia gives a wry smile and trudges along the pathway. Passion: Body Building, Sleeping and of course traveling on his rollicking G-51 MTC bus …A Sardar’s nightmare is Bhatia’s delight!!

C- Chawla…Aman Chawla…the third musketeer in the fiefdom called A-1 Raagmallika. Passion – Aatey di Roti…He can smell from a distance the purity of a Roti and percentage of maaida in it. With his melodious vocal and sneezing skills he can drive even Pakistanis out of Kashmir. Cacofonix is a distant second when Chawla sings. His gadget called “Fukni”- Nasal Inhaler- is his life line!!

P – My name is Party…Harsh Party..
Party ko chhod sab bakwaas…Party ka under jo rehta bindaas
Party ko jo dega kharaas
Ho gaya woh khallas..
Sab ka blood bana dega tomato sauce

Khaane ka… peene ka .
Hasnee ka..Ronee ka …
Chalne ka…firne ka…tension nahin lena ka..
Party se poochne ka…Kahan se aata hai…
I am Party!!

Welcome to the A-1, Raagamallika Apartment….And its strange world of inhabitants!!
AD, Bhatia, Chawla and Party.
5th December 2004, to be precise when unknown quarters of destiny propelled the union of four highly asynchronous minds pushing them under the same roof of brand new flat at Raagamallika Apartments. What followed for rest a year or so was one of the most enthralling experience of camaraderie, brotherhood, fights, freakiness ..

Naachne gaane ka...khaane ke.. peene ka..
Tension nahin lene ka...Party se poochna ka...

Of the Corn Flakes trauma and Not Yashi syndrome

Somehow the ambience of Chennai and motherly-in-law affection of the landlady transformed Addy from a filth and lousy creature in college into genial, meticulous and clean human being. The passion for cleaning of house, arranging things in a right way etc etc propelled his prospect, in the eyes of “Aunty’s”(Landlady) son-in-law, to astronomical heights . However, in the process the ordeal created a heavy baggage on the back of rest three. Party couldn’t do much but groan and tread the way of unfathomable alley of cleaniness…so did Chawla with his hanky wrapped nose and "Fukni" by his side.

The torture reached its crescendo when it was decided with mutual understanding that morning should be kick started with healthy diet of Corn Flakes and Milk. By that time the bug of fitness had crippled Adarsh to certain extent that he started seeing himself rivaling the likes of Arnie and Sylvester Stallone It was no big “ load” – as he would say- for him to gulp down those tasteless glass of milk soaked with Corn Flakes. But for the rest three it started taking on their nerves big time. Every morning kicked off with brown flakes floating on top of white membrane like fluid – challenging likes of Party to push the solution below his throat.. Thankfully the ordeal came to an end when Party revolted against the torture and ostracized the Corn Flakes diet miles far away from his physical existence. Bhatia and Chawla followed the suit.

Harsh has always been the Maverick and Hedonism personified - Challenging the very virtue of homosapien characteristics. The strong iconoclast image that he carried with himself somehow created a revulsion to the likes of Adarsh , Bhatia and Chawla.As the rumor goes: Every single so called "hot" girl is in danger if Party was in vicinity. Game bajaane ka is his motto. To temper with this attitude of Party , Bhatia and Adarsh decided to test his profound skills towards the opposite sex.

Bhatia had a major crush on one of the rare hot cakes in Infosys-Chennai called Yashi. The days talk use to revolve how Sardarji manage to lure Yashi for lunch, for coffee and those brush against her hands blah blah. Meanwhile Adarsh too once managed to get a lucky peek at this golden goose in the theatre and since then he too started fantasizing about Yashi. Unfortunately our Party got the sniff of whole affair and couldn't tolerate the fact that such a hot property - which is rare in circles of Chennai- is still elusive from his domain. Grrrrrr!!!!!!!!!!

Seeing a third contender jumping into already stiffened competition, Bhatia and Adarsh decided to push Party out of the game and built a derisive plan. Bhatia's past , present and future crush resembled almost identical name(how its possible...you got to read the complete story??)- Except the last character where I in Yashi was replaced with A -and the X and Y –Crush’s contact number was stored in Bhatia's cell. Desperate to hook the fish, Party raided Bhatia’s cell and in excitement misread Yash with A as Yash with I..

Out went the first call to Yash with A. Party’s flirting skills at its best.
Admittedly the not-actual-Yashi was honest in her response and acknowledged Party's mesmerizing talking skills by calling herself Not-Yashi. But the poor lad already in love with her voice took the deal of accepting his Yashi of dreams as Not Yashi. Calls followed for minutes. Minutes ran into hours. Bills rocketed to gargantuan heights. But Party was focused on his mission – To net the fish. Everyday the dinner talk use to revolve how Party is closer and closer to his target. While the rest three used to let out controlled grin boosting Party’s confidence in further enticing his babe.

The drama went for a month or so. Harsh was in total influence of cocaine like Not- Yashi syndrome. But the day when bankrupt Party received his Airtel Bill., the bubble burst with a BANG!!! The credit had crossed the limits in big way and poor fellow didn’t have a penny to pay the debt. Seeing the pity state of Party’s paranoia having a paradoxical conclusion, Addy played the party blooper- pun intended- and let the word out about Party’s foolishness. Down came the castle of dreams crashing down!!...the month’s effort gone all waste. The elusive love bug that had hit Party vanished into oblivion. While the rest had a hearty laugh and fun, our Party was heart broken.

But Party is One of his Kind!!! Again the normalcy resumed

Khaane ka Peene ka…
Hasne ka …Rone ka
Naachne ka…Gaane ka
Bomb Nahin maarne ka..
Party ko dekhne ka!!...

A new day and a new mission started…Party’s next big fish!!

Aey abhi khatam nahin hua dhakkan – Aage ka kahani kal padhne ka!!!