" i am normally abnormal "

rohit... touching the void..
or purri as we call him.. is one of his kind..
an ever smiling creature... totally fun-loving guy... great football player and a diehard Arsenal and Henry fan... i am very sure he celebrates Arsenal's victories more grandly than Wenger

when ever i think of him.. i remember... firstly Henry, then his peculiar laugh (his identity card), his cycle, his social studies answers, his football with which we play, his left-footed shots and tackles, his single room.. bathroom without lock, his orkut one-liners, the glass of rum+sprite which he shared with me, prince of Persia game, his comp which doesn't start easily, his father's scoldings in his words, yashwant and their bike accident story, his "tution point" stories, ... and most importantly his late night meetings, movies, parties with idli, uppi, abhi and others (i feel jealous for this)... these are things defining this guy..

always tender at heart.. it feels great to be with him...


purri i miss you ra.. (4/29/2007)





If that was for orkut... now this is for the blogspot...




"Rohit"... that was how it started... then in class VIII in history chapter we read that priests were called "purohits" in the down south over a 1000yrs back... then it became a much shorter and even more easier to pronounce "purri"...

well this guy moved to our class from the 'A' section (the dirty and premature section to say the least) to ours in VI... later he teamed up with the ever smiling PP (yet another import from yet another shady section)... they usually kept things to themselves... during the Dark Ages (until the turn of the millennium)... then it was the renaissance which changed things for us...
they hung around the "the GOD of Small Jokes" Sastry and his partner Ramuk Yaniv (read the name in the reverse)... the reason being simple Purri loved chuckling - "the shreaking laughter" for which he is known... another reason could being a part of the same football team... they were all part of the minnows (LB & SM)...

Well we have had enough of his surroundings... now to his body... this guy never had anything enviable in his physique... but he had one (if you choose to believe... its two) the thing which was really big... his brain (the second... his heart)... if someone has seen his play they would consider his legs too (esp. left) which turn and turn and turn... but football was never my sport... ok, forget that for a moment... Back to Square One...

I guess the brain has 100 billion neurons... purri has got over 12 billion of them running (number is big enough to crack something special)... he never wasted them on remembering the forgettable social chapters... he proved his intellect in solving those maths problems and explaining them to me... the best footballing brain I have ever seen...
he has some much space in his brain for his feelings for friends... he shows so much concern and attachment for them... I feel he respects his friends' ambitions a lot... he never minded spending time with friends at the cost of getting some preachings back home... personally I missed most of chances of being with him but I was told about these stories (they aren't just stories... they are something more)... 

he is a person you wouldn't mind troubling or cracking jokes on... 

the best football session attendance on records... the best solo-goals ever scored on the school grounds... are his credentials... off late he has proved to be a great critic and commentator of the European Football... salutes to his excellent memory and keen observation in this matter... he could well be a perfect business consultant for those big players in the championships...

He is usually plagued by the feeling of underestimating himself... he needs a few brain-washing sessions in this regard...






yet to be completed...

there is so much more to be told about him but I sign off here... may be some other time.