Lots n Lots of Joyful Returns of the Day my Dear Killer ❤️

  

VIJAY THAKUR, the KILLER & my Magical MADARI 

Evergreen Smiles 🥰

Crazy n Taharki, an unique item of its own kind, Madari 

The Killer of boredom,

The Piller of laughter. 

The prince of Shajapur 

the VIJAY THAKUR one of our Chuddy Buddies wish you lots of love and hugs and joyful returns of the day Bhai ❤️.

Coming to know about the chap with unique voice texture and funny gestures was a big item in itself.🤩

That was our very first night at Pratap House after admission at LNCPE in 1991.

In late night our doors were banged, seniors asked all first year juniors to assemble in the common room immediately for the introduction.

Clan, to which the Killer belong

Introduction?

We could immediately figure it out that Introduction was an acceptable respectful name given to the rituals which were known elsewhere as RAGGING.

Unwillingly, looking each other's faces full of apprehensions, we made our way to the common room.

In common room we were made to sit on the floor in potty-ready squat position like refugees surrounded by seniors.

In first round of intro, one by one we were suppose to stand up and speak out about ourselves. 

Every one was being interrupted repeatedly with sarcastically funny remarks from seniors.

Pillers of Pratap

The KILLER

A tall boy, bit dark in complexion with Maggi like shining thick locks of curly hairs hanging around his head, he was clad in blue Killer jeans and blue Killer t-shirt with a cheap RayBan goggles on his eyes were making him to look like a big Hero of some tiny Place, stood up.

For moments not only seniors but we also had got perplexed by his looks, he was appearing to be a decorated childhood version of Dutch soccer star Ruud Gullit. 🤗👌😂🙄💞

“Oye, you Blue Killer, are you here for shooting? Why are you wearing goggle in the night? Sun is so harsh?” A senior said sarcastically.

All were looking at smiling Killer with a bigger smile, as he tucked his cheap RayBan into the cleavage of his Killer t-shirt. 

more fun-filled surprise came next when he was asked his name.

He replied "Vijay Thakur from Shajapur", he said in such a bizzare funny style that now more than seniors we were confused by his such an odd manner and voice quality.

His manner of speaking was so oddly loud and voice was piercing like as of some tea vendor selling tea in a running train by crying chai chai....😃😃more precisely his personality and voice quality was like a MADARI showing some tamasha in a street surrounded by hundreds of people.

Annoyed by his abnormal way of answering, a baffled senior shouted: “abe B & C theek se bol you rascal.”

Vijay Thakur repeated the same thing in the same typical manner.

Now the completely infuriated senior reacted furiously, “You rascal! you are making fun of us,” he was up from his seat in an aggressive manner.

But Vijay Thakur replied in a very appealing manner, “Sir meri to awaaj hi aisi hai.”

Just to pacify the infuriated senior, all war prisoners like juniors nodded in support of Vijay Thakur, even though we too were listening to the prankish appearing boy for the first time. But we said, “Sir it's his natural voice, please leave him.”

Then Vijay Thakur was asked few more things just to further check his voice quality, and with every word coming out from his mouth in peculiar Madari like tone was increasing the size of the smile on everybody's face and we were able to breathe easy. Immediately unanimously the Killer was given the name Madari. A Killer aka Madari had been discovered from within us, a good outcome of that introductory session.

Smiles around 🥰

The fun n frolic which Madari enjoyed at college he looked like a person who had come to LNCPE just to enjoy his vacation of 3 long years🤩😍😊😄😆😃

Madari was Bitten by the Bug of Modernity

Madari, when he joined college, he was a fan of Madhuri Dixit and a big reader of Mayapuri and Filmi Duniya.

The walls of his room used to be covered with posters of Madhuri Dixit.

But after spending one year at LNCPE, he was bitten by the bug of modernity, he spent crores of dollars in buying Fair n Lovely creams and instead of Filmi Duniya, he had started reading Debonier.

Now posters of Madhuri Dixit had been replaced by sensuously flavoured posters of Samantha Fox and Debonier magazine😄😄😄

Golu n Pahadi n Killer

When Mom Visited Son at Hostel

One day Sunday, Masti was going on at wild pace in hostel. Madari , clad in Frenchie only, was, trying his hand on puffing Cigarette and Bidi in his room in king style. 😃😃😃😃

Suddenly Pummy came running huffing and puffing and said, "Oye Madari, Your Mummy is coming to meet you to hostel, she is about to reach."

The chuddy clad Madari got mad, out of ideas what to do.

That day I understood the true meaning of proverb, "A Friend In Need Is A Friend Indeed," when at once the Tharki Boys came to rescue of Madari.

At first a chuddy clad Madari was made to wear good clothes so that he could look like a human being.

Then all Tharki converted their mouths into exhaust fan to blow smoke of puff out of the room.

Loved Mom❤️🙏

Mother had reached at the entrance of the hostel. But the bikini clad Samantha Fox, sitting at the beach was still smiling on the wall of the room.

Our beloved and most well behaved holy cow Golu came into holy action, he ran out of the room,

Before Aunty Ji could enter the room, Golu reached in front of her, did a Charan Sparsh.

"Aunty, Vijay is busy in Jhadu-Pocha of the room, you just wait for five minutes," Golu said in a Alok Nath style.

Then Golu made Aunty to sit in the neighbouring room, which belonged to Ramesh Singh the king of ChiriMiri. He was our DJ Wale Babu. That room was full of posters of legendary beautiful Madhubala. Golu was dealing with Aunty ji

Back at the the room of Madari, Tharki chaps, with heavy hearts had started tearing the posters of Samantha Fox.

While tearing the posters of inviting Samantha Fox, I could notice the pain in the eyes of Tharki chaps.

Pummy had lit two incense sticks in the Madari's room. The room had started looking like a temple and Tharki MADARI was looking like a Saint.

After ten minutes Golu accompanied Aunty ji to the room.l

As Aunty ji entered the room, she was extremely happy and surprised to see his son who was looking like the most innocent creature of the planet.

ठरकी मदारी सदाचारी नजर आने लगा,😆😆😆

 चिरकुट टाइप मदारी के दोस्त बड़े धीर गंभीर नजर आ रहे थे😝

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Still connected

With Madari we had lovely and ugly moments together.

 He was full of pure desi passion n fashion, full of informal ways of life.

Jr. n Sr 🥰

One Toothbrush for Two

When I was in Indore, Madari came to see me at my Hostel, he stayed overnight at my room. 

In morning i went for conditioning, he kept sleeping at room.😴😴😴

I returned by 9am, asked Madari to take bath and brush his teeth, 

"I've brushed my teeth," Madari replied.

" But Bhai you had come empty handed, how did you brush?" I asked. 

" Bhai I brushed my teeth with your brush," Madari said lovingly

 I was left speechless.

What to say to him.

Next morning i looked at my brush, I could see the face of Madari on the brush,

I smiled at it and brushed my teeth with same brush, I could taste a touch of Tharki but true innocence on it.😝😝😝

Madari was always a vibrant soul always bubbling with fun n laughter. 

May you keep smiling my dear Vijay, I also have some Madari element in my life.

The Gang

Thakur the Killer & Madari of the group once again wish you a magical B'day celebration 😝😆😄😃😊🌺🙏😝🤸🐒😍😄🕶️🌺👌