Terrific Tamanjit, For Every Malady He is the Remedy with Comedy

 Terrific Tamanjit: For Every Malady He is the Remedy with Comedy

Hamare Chadha Sahab ❤️

Sun is the centre of universe,

Same way Tamanjit Singh Chadha aka Sippy aka younger bro of Dippy is the centre of our Universe of Friends & Trends.

Lots n lots of joyful returns of Day wishes dear Tamanjit Paaji, our  most prolific Sardar.

Sippy, the tiny SARDAR with a big ASARDAR personality. 

SARDAR, a treasure of smilingly constipated tricks n ideas who spoils & smiles with equal justification. 

There are so many dazzling Sardars in the group. But Taman is the Trump among them. 

Chota Sardar of a Bada Gang

Tamam, a Zandu Balm like 'Solution for all problems' , 

Actually in the batch he was a God sent 'Remedy with Comedy for every Malady'.

First Darshan of Chadha Saab 😍

When we were still only aspirants for admission at LNCPE, I was staying in Pratap House. Every morning when on the way to and fro toilet, I would come across to see a bizarre kind of SARDAR which was a way different from the established global norms set for Sardars by the United Nations.

“What is this?” was my first reaction after having the first look at him. 

He was a tiny Sardar with newly sprouted goatee beard on his chin, clad in tiny white shorts and unnecessarily large yellow t-shirt with a tiny Judi over his head, which was struggling to keep his spilled hair intact. The scattered hair were surrounding his face like penumbra. 

His everything was tiny except his eyes and lips. His total appearance with XL sized lips and XXL sized popping out eyes were a strong violation of the unwritten norms set for the global image of Sardars.

Ex Showroom Condition of a Sardar, before delivery

Thank God, you provided me the Darshan of that bizarre kind of Sardar, otherwise for me the Dabu kind of Sardar was the only image in my mind which I had been carrying since my childhood.

Every morning that Sardar and me would come face to face but no exchange of words took place between two of us. 

After few meetings I realised that every morning the Sardar Darshan was a good omen for me as despite being a pathetic chap my performance in the entrance test was going unexpectdly good. Maybe that tiny Sardar was loaded with some big cosmic power, such I felt.

Every morning Sardar Darshan was the auspicious thing which was getting me going.

Tiny Taman in Tiny Shorts

As soon as the entrance got over, our connection got lost. 

Finally by Grace of that Sardar Darshan I had got the admission at LNCPE.

First Day First Show

Then it was First Day First Show of all newly admitted first year batch. 

The galaxy of 100 newly inducted chaps and chicks were placed in the auditorium for their orientation. I took a cursory glance at the galaxy which was comprised of mixture of 95 Chicks & Chaps alongwith 5 Sardars. But my eyes got stuck at a bizarre kind of Sardar. 

Among Sardars there were extreme quality of Sardars. One was a tiny Sardar and other was a gigantic Saradar.

Oh My God that tiny Sardar was the same Sardar whose Darshan had blessed me with admission at LNCPE.

I looked at that Sardar, he looked at me and we became eachother's.

We smiled and waved at each other, I reached out to him, hands were shaken. He was Tamanjit Singh Chadha from Agra, a hockey player, very outgoing and energetically talkative boy, a bundle of live wire.

Terrific Taman, Dazzling Deepak,  Superb Sanjay Vasisth Sir n Prolific Prince

It looked as if that Sardar and me were cosmically connected. As we both got section A, he was roll number 45 & I was 46. We became bench partner. Then for 3 Years X 3 Periods we sat and slept together on same bench. He was blessed with a peculiar quality, Taman could sleep with his eyes wide open.

For others Taman was a highly explosive material of the batch but for me he is a Saint in disguise. 

As soon as we departed from LNCPE Taman got in to business but we got busy in the rat race of seeking a job. But Taman a real Sardar Puttar, chose to be a job provider.

After LNCPE I met Taman in 1998 at his Noida home on the day of Janmashtami.

When Taman came to pick me up from the bus stop, I was surprised to look at Taman when I saw the tiny Taman riding a big Bullet, I found him exotically changed as he was wearing a typical Delhi wala attitude.

Tiny Taman wearing a RayBan, riding a Big Bullet with a Big Fat Motorala Mobile Phone tucked in his belt was making him to look a fully loaded small big gun. A true Tamanche Pe Disco Boy.

Tiny Taman Love Wearing Tiny Shorts

Mobile phones had just taken birth in late 90s and then it was a rarest of rare item to be possessed by a person. If you have a mobile phone, means you are a rich n famous.

Those days Mobile Phone in your hand will make you look like , you are from different planet, as Mobile itself was more expensive than the gold and call rate could make your imagination go paralytic as outgoing and incoming call would cost you ₹15 and ₹8 per minute.

I, sitting at his back seat on his bullet, Taman would receive a call and I would get surprised by looking at him a talking on a moving bullet. That was nineth wonder for me as eighth wonder was taman himself. The tiny  Taman had become a Big Man.

I was wondering that how can a big buckch__ boy be so diplomatic in his talks. The business tacts had converted our pathetic Sardar into a prolific ASardar.

Later Funny thing I noticed. Taman gave me his MOBILE NO. with a big tushan. But when I would call him from a PCO. As soon as I would call him he would pick the phone just for just 3 seconds in which he would say only one sentence, "Oye Pahadi, tu 10 minute me landline par call kar," and then he will cut the call.

Later I asked him, "Bhai, why you not talk, when I call you on mobile?"

"Bhai call rates of mobile call drills the pocket and heart," Taman said with a smile.

When I reached his home, Aunty ji placed a pile of varieties of exotic food items in front of me. 

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But against my cravings I didn't take anything from the plates brimming with mouthwatering delicacies. 

"Puttar, tum kuch khate kyu nahi," Aunty ji asked me when she found me taking nothing.

"Aunty, mera Janmashtami ka vrat hai," I replied.

"Ye kya baat hui puttar? It's God's Birthday. You should eat extra in celebration of birthday of God, fir tu to khud bachha hai," Aunty said with smile.

Then Uncle ji made entry into the house. I was happily looking at Taman doing Masti like small kid with Uncle ji with song in the flat TV on the wall Shahrukh Khan was singing, "Mere mahboob mere sanam shukriyaa meharbaani karam," I loved the dashing duo of son n father.

Before leaving from his home, Taman took out a document file from the bag tucked on his bullet and gave it to me. 

"Wow, how much its cost is," I asked.

"Abe chu_ _ _ ho gaya hai kya, Darling it's gift from my side, I deal in this," Taman said in crude LNCPE style.

Then he dropped me at bus stop and I left.

Later I put my all personal educational documents in that file gifted by Tamam and since then that file is the home of my all documents. And it will stay like that forever. Actually that file is like reminder button of Tamam.

Then Tiny Taman Now Daddy Taman:
our tiny BIG SARDAR

May God bless our Tiny Big Man with lots of Love and Strength so that he'll keep pushing us in the right direction always.

Stay blessed Dear ❣️