Pande ji - an exciting life!
‘Doctor Sahab , I really wish I become healthy like you. Just once in my life,’ Pande ji said to Principal Sahab . By healthy , he meant beefy and plump. ‘If I had your built, I would have bashed anyone, who dared to even look at my direction.’ He was a Mathematics Professor at a degree college but other than his boring looks, nothing else seemed to have any association with his profession . On the contrary, he resembled a farmer more: gaunt physique, devoid of any form of fat; sunken cheeks; dark complexion; bland clothes – grey trousers and greyer shirt, Bata sandals in his feet, gamcha on his shoulders and thick brown spectacles on his eyes. He always scurried from one place to another either on foot or on his Atlas Cycle as if already late for something important. And, his anxiety about his finances to pay off his daughters’ dowry was as permanent as a government job. ‘ Maidam (local dialect for Madam), even if I spend 2 lakh per daughter, then too it will cost me 12