#pakdam pakdai

[ultra-nohai]

Reginald, Fred, and Jeb Requested by Wobbley

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[hinoshimidoki]

Dog a tat the​ rat​ a​ tat​ Anayasha​ saayami​ yamabuki​ Suit bear blue​ soldier​ characters​ billiman​ cat​ man​ colonel​ doggert​ doggy​ Don​ major​ Saab​ pakdam​ pakdai​rat​

[maintohthakgayibhaishaab]

Kids who used to play "pakdam pakdai" are now running away from their problems

[ramayantika]

Pag Ghungroo Baje

couldn't find any suitable title :) this title is subject to change later on.

Writing this while revising for Human Anatomy & Physio. My mind is saturated so pardon me for lazy writing and errors if any.

CH-1

I was walking inside our society campus. My dance class got over half an hour ago, and I had decided to take a stroll around the large campus before meeting the biker boy from last night.

I was walking inside our society campus. My dance class got over half an hour ago, and I had decided to take a stroll around the large campus before meeting the biker boy from last night.

My kurti darkened as sweat stuck to my body, and the cool night breeze made me shiver slightly. I could still feel my damp hair sticking to my neck, and I cringed at the stickiness of my sweat-dried cheeks.

I definitely made a great appearance.

As I neared the society park, my heart raced. My eyes raked all over the park to spot the familiar boy. I could see a group of boys, all teenagers, standing beside the slides with badminton rackets. Some middle school kids and their parents were playing pakdam pakdai as their parents chatted with each other. Two girls were swinging on the U-shaped swings. There was no trace of a boy looking out for me.

Fetching my phone from my dance bag, I switched it on to check the time. It was already 7.05 PM, and I had to be home by 7.45 to freshen up and start studying. I had already informed my mother that I would take a walk after dance class inside the campus and then come home.

I began fanning myself with my dupatta and decided to wait for ten more minutes. If no one would show up, I would immediately head home and resume my studies. Scrolling through my news feed, I found an article headline about the stock market, which I ignored. Even the news feed grew tired of me scrolling, and my dry eyes began stinging a little.

I placed my phone back into the bag and looked up at the night sky. A few stars twinkled up there, and with them flew large, floating grey clouds that looked like mists. I traced the stars with my eyes, trying to find a pattern in their alignment, when I felt someone tap my shoulder.

“You are the dancer, right?”

I snapped my neck too fast at the person behind me, causing me to wince a little at the sharp pain. Rubbing the skin gently, I nodded at the boy and said, “Yes, I am the dancer, and you are?”

“The biker.” The boy said it with a straight face that made me raise my eyebrows.

“Your name –  Mr. Biker? You said you would tell me today if I met you here in the park.”

Moving a hand through his hair, he replied with a charming smile, “Oh yes, I am Veer. D wing 302.”

Taking a step back, I said, “Woah! I didn’t ask for your address.”

Veer shrugged his shoulders. “I mentioned it because who knows when you might need it? The universe works in very mysterious ways after all, Sameera.”

I bit back a smile. Sameera's lips sounded beautiful, and, may I add, sensual? His deep, gravelly voice sounded poetic, or maybe like that of a romantic poet. His voice repeating my name echoed in my head, and I fought hard to stop a blush from forming on my warm cheeks.

'Sameera, you are pathetic,’ I said to myself in my head.

Veer, who was standing in front of me, was two heads taller than me. Dressed in casual jeans and a t-shirt paired with sneakers, looked straight from a young adult romantic movie by Dharma Productions.

I cannot lie. Veer did look handsome.

On the other hand, I had nothing nice to enhance my appearance. If I were given a little more time, I would have freshened up before meeting him. Maybe fate wanted him to see me in a sleek, sweaty braid, drenched garments, and a mismatched dupatta lazily draped around my neck and shoulders.

“Which block is yours, though?” I heard Veer ask, causing me to drift away from all the handsomeness in front of me.

“Mine?” I scratched my chin. “Yes, it is block A-102.”

Veer’s eyes raked all over me, but it wasn’t a creepy gaze, but rather a very curious one. “You waited for me straight after your dance class?”

I blinked my eyes. Clearly, I hadn’t expected this question. “Uh.. yes. I have to anyway get home by 7.45, so I decided I would wait for you to show up. And if you wouldn’t have, then I would have gone home, and from the next moment onwards, I forgot I met a boy outside my window who caught me dancing.”

Veer opened his phone. “It’s 7.20, and you still have twenty-five minutes. Do you want to spend those minutes with me or spend them gazing at the night sky?”

My eyes widened with surprise. “Were you watching me?”

Veer scratched the back of his neck and gently nodded his head. “Yes, but you were looking cute, so I couldn't." Veer paused and looked at me, his eyes mirroring the same expression as mine. With an embarrassed smile, he said, "Sorry, this might make me sound very forward, but the truth remains the truth after all.”

I couldn’t help but giggle at Veer, whose confident demeanour had flown out of his system. “And now you look really cute this way.”

The boy simply smiled and looked at the ground. His pinkish lips curled beautifully as he smiled, and my smile grew even bigger after watching him smile.

Who knew boys can be so adorable too?

“By the way, what do you dance?”

I sit down on the bench while answering. “I do Bharatanatyam.”

Veer’s eyes lit up. “I have a friend who dances classical too. She does Kathak though.” Glancing at the empty space beside me, he asked, “Can I sit with you?”

“Of course, you don’t need to ask.”

He sat down beside me but maintained a healthy gap between us. “Yeah, but I also didn’t want to accidentally invade your space.”

My face softened. There are considerate people still in this time and generation.

“So, what are you studying?” I asked while removing the dupatta from my neck.

“Engineering. Computer science. You?”

“Biotechnology.”

“Wow. Science and dance go together. That’s really impressive, Sameera.”

There, once again, I felt myself melt. I wanted to savour the sound of my name from his ips, and all of this sounds so weird, but I couldn’t help it. My brain and my nervous system were sending weird signals to each other.

“What hobbies do you have, Veer?”

Veer turned his face towards me. I observed his curly eyelashes fall so gracefully each time he blinks. “Nothing much. I like to read and maybe go sightseeing nearby when I feel like it.”

“That’s nice.”

We stayed quiet. Veer fiddled with his thumbs, and sometimes he would sneak glances at me, which I would ignore while smiling to myself. After a few minutes, I could hear the sound of buzzing crickets and croaking frogs. Veer looked at me, his eyes sparkling under the white street lamp above us, and said, “I moved here a week ago. I like this society. It’s spacious, and there’s a lot of greenery around.”

Moving my eyes around the flower bushes and trees lining the sides of the roads, I nodded in agreement. “That’s true. The nights are really peaceful here.”

He smiled. It was a soft acknowledging smile, which made me smile too. We then turned our faces away from each other and moved our gaze to the front, silently embracing the comfortable quiet surrounding us until my phone rang up.

“Niche hai na upar aate vakt curry patta todke lana toh,” my mother said on the phone before abruptly disconnecting the call. I could hear the loud sound of the grinder, which meant my mother had begun preparing for dinner.

Veer, with a knowing grin, remarked, “Curry patta toh mujhe bhi lana hai. Let’s go together then.”

I pursed my lips and replied, “Do you really want curry patta, or is it just another excuse to spend time with me?”

Shrugging his shoulder, Veer ruffled his fluffy, wavy hair and, with a boyish grin, said, “Oh, I am here only to make friends. It’s my good luck that a pretty girl like you is the first friend I get to make.”

I got up from the bench and straightened my kurti. “Woah! Friends already?”

My mind fixated on the pretty girl comment, but of course I acted nonchalant about it.

“I am not into that acquaintance, then friends bullshit. Do log mile baat kiye hasi mazak hua aur dost banne.”

Shaking my head at Veer, I walked outside the park with Veer following me. “Chalo phir dost. Let’s get curry patta.”

***

[Veer’s POV]

That night I saw Sameera dancing through her window. I couldn’t hear the song, but I could see her movements, her hand gestures and her lovely, bright smile. She was acting as a shy girl in love to whatever song she was playing in her room, but she looked really cute and I couldn’t help but watch her dance with a smile on my face though my rational mind deems it to be a very creepy action.

I watched Sameera lead me towards the small group of trees behind the junction between A and B block from where I could get curry patta. To be honest, my mother too had asked me to get a few curry leaves for dinner and I was about to ask the security guard for it but luck favoured me and I got Sameera.

Sameera, through the window looked adorable and her dance was good too, but in front of me, she looked ten times prettier. Sweat on women does make them appear hotter, though. I could see the light making her collarbones shine and my eyes carefully observed a lone sweat droplet move down her neck as graceful as Sameera’s hand gestures.

Later, when she wrapped the dupatta around her neck and shoulders, she looked even more cute.

Sameera switched on the flashlight on her phone and moved her neck diagonally upwards. Her eyes looked me through the corners and she said, “Just make sure that nobody catches you plucking these, okay?”

She plucked two branches, one for me and one for herself. Handing the curry leaves to me, she said, “Yeh lo dosti ka pehla gift. Curry patta.”

Thanking her, I took my curry patta from her and stepped back to move out from the dense shrubs around us that were brimming with buzzing mosquitoes. Sameera’s flashlight lit my way ahead because the dry twigs could easily make a person trip and fall down if not careful enough.

A few leaves crunched beneath my feet, and as I had barely walked four steps ahead when heard Sameera gasp. Immediately, I turned around only to find her laughing in embarrassment while twirling the dupatta around her arm.

“My dupatta made me trip a little.”

In concern, I asked her. “You sure? No cuts, right?”

She waved her arm, causing the dupatta to fly right in front of my face. “Oh, not at all. I didn’t fall down. It was only a misstep.”

Sameera looked fine enough, so I didn’t question any further. I lit my flashlight too and walked outside the clustered trees and shrubs with Sameera carefully marking her steps in the dark.

Taking a turn, we both now stood in the parking lot of A block. Sameera walked near the lift and said, “It was nice meeting you Veer.” She pressed the lift button and turned to me. “Hope to see you around.”

I loved her voice, especially when she took my name. Her sweet gentle voice made my name sound sweeter, and it made me feel warm in my chest. Giving her a two-finger salute, I replied, “Oh, you will definitely see me around. Until next time.”

She waved at me and stepped inside the lift. I watched her until the lift doors closed in front of me. I began walking back home while whistling all the way, my mind still thinking about the adorable Sameera, her voice and her illuminating smile.

--xx--

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[shittyartestries]

In New York City, it’s always a rare blessing to see the sparkle of even a single star. It doesn’t get dark here. Even in the small hours of the morning, the sky remains illuminated by the thousands of blinking lights below—of the cars, of the buildings, of the houses. The lights reflect on the clouds, on the heavens themselves, turning them gray or an ugly muddy brown. There is no night in New York City, at least not in Manhattan. Queens can be different. On cold, moonless nights in Ozone Park, the stars come back to dance with me. At my bedside against the window, the stars twinkle and bathe me in a sleepy light. They’re pale and neutered, but I know they’re the same ones I see in my dreams. When I was younger, eight or nine, they visited me every night. When I lived in Punjab, in India, with my Nani and Nanu. When I had no worries. No cares. In the afternoons, I ran endlessly through the streets with my cousins, playing chicklets or pakdam pakdai. I never wanted to stop, so I didn’t. I ran and laughed and played. But when the light of the sun dimmed, we all collapsed in a pile in front of our house. Out came Bruno, a fuzzy black friend, to get his daily pats from the neighborhood kids. As we retired to the rooftop, we all laid in silence, altogether under the net of stars. Mendy and Boozi, our family dogs, whined softly, ready for bed. Our chests heaved, our hearts pounded, our feet ached, and our eyes grew tired. Cold breezes and hard concrete kept me always on my toes. Now though, it was worth it. My hands were a pillow behind my head and I watched the countless stars as they spread out in a never-ending array before me. The Milky Way was so radiant and bright, Hai Ram, it cast a shadow and my legs stretched ten feet. In these moments I was, without a doubt, the tallest girl in the world. With my head in the heavens, how could I not be? Drunk in starlight, I blink and I am back in the city. Years passed by; I find myself an adult, no longer a child. My head lies crooked on my windowsill once more. Tonight is one of those rare and lucky nights. I can see the sky from my bed. Three scattered stars blink back at me and this time the moon smiles at me too. They remember the moments we shared.

-

[hinsaa-paramo-dharma]

So, when I was around 9, I made friends with this group of girls who were slightly older than me but really cool (according to little me atleast-), during that time, I was known as a "new girl who barely comes outside" in the colony and even if the girls were kind of disgusted by me at first (hey, I am kind of weird) I still didn't mind that and interacted with them because I really wanted friends. After some time, they became very nice to me or so I thought.

They were more interested in making fun of me than anything. I, being a stupid kid, didn't really cared and would just awkwardly laugh with them because I thought it was a normal friends behaviour or something. It kind of hurt me, yes but I just brushed that away. Most of the time, I was mocked for having trouble pronouncing certain words or for being a non-vegetarian ( I don't even get why did that matter so much-) or for worshipping Kaali Maa. Yup. They would introduce games where it would basically be pakdam-pakdai except the kid who's it will have to cover their face with their hair and make weird monster noises and they were Kaali Maa apparently just to spite me. I hated that but again, I thought it was how things went in that place or something. They would also make fun of me because my parents had me later in their lives...yeah weird.

Times went by and I started speaking up alot more. And vo isliye kilasne lag gye. Short mein ending batau toh, I was stabbed by a compass on my arm, which could have ended very badly agar unhone galat jagah chubo Diya hota toh-. I felt so betrayed by them because I had always thought of them as friends (which was my stupidity)

After that I kind of stopped interacting with people and trying to make friends, and ab dekho kitna difficult hai mere liye bus ek chotu sa interaction karna hi.

This sounds so pathetic lmao.

[directioner75]

So we befriended a kid today in school, he was in 2nd class and was so adorable and his favourite colour was green, we played pakdam pakdai together and we kinda promised to get him a chocolate tomorrow.

[folkloregirlfriend]

happines restored (played pakdam pakdai outside)

[soyouareandrewdobson]

Do you Seen Motu Patlu, Chhota Bheem, Bommi and Friends, Pakdam Pakdai, Gattu Battu, Valt the Wonder Deer, Skunk Fu, Nate Is Late, Agent Binky: Pets of the Universe, Droners, Numb Chucks, Zak Storm, Mini Beat Power Rockers, FriendZSpace, 50/50 Heroes and Kung Fu Wa/Sock

Either I am getting asked by some random bot, anon had a stroke or this is an attempt to ask if I have watched a bunch of preschool/early elementary kids cartoons. And the genuine answer to that is... no.

Like not at all. And I also wonder what the point of that question is, if it is meant to expose me as a creep if I said I watched that stuff or something.

I mean, if anyone wants to talk about Amphibia with me or Unicorn-Warriors Eternal, I am open, but that stuff? Not my cup of tea.

[ultra-nohai]

Colonel from Pakdam Pakdai

Requested by Wobbley

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[shanti-ashant-hai]

speaking of, i accidently wasted a guy's litre bhar gangajal

so aaj crowded roads thi due to shivratri and all and me was on my bike

there was a dadaji type guy going with his doodh ka dabba filled with gangajal, and i accidently knocked it out of his hands,

needless to say subah subah gaali khaya, vatra me pet bhar gya lol

asjhajkhah no because ive done this too bachpan me

the servants were carrying a huuuuuge pot of gangajal and i crashed into them while playing pakdam pakdai with cousins

uske baad jo mummy ne dhulai ki...

[hinoshimidoki]

Dog a tat the​ rat​ a tat​ Anayasha​ saayami​ yamabuki​ Suit bear blue​ soldier​ characters​ billiman​ cat​ man​ colonel​ doggert​ doggy​ Don​ major​ Saab​ pakdam​ pakdai​

[oh-munda-kukkad-kamaal-da]

churaake dil tera, hum door bhaage tere bina

Pakdam pakdai khelni padegi kya-?

[nick-schedule-archive-reboot]

Here’s this week’s Nickelodeon India schedule! (6/17-23/2019)

Stupid. Utterly stupid. Motu Paltu is the new Nick India mascot, basically. And it airs way too much. Rudra: Boom Chik Chik Boom also tags along.

I saw that Gattu Battu used to be the #2 show there and air almost as much as Motu, but the airtime of the series is shrinking a little bit.

Power Rangers (the only series from the US that’s there) has a full hour each night at 10p.

For those who don’t know, Dinosaur King is a 4Kids Entertainment-licensed anime series that ran on 4Kids.TV on FOX from September 8th, 2007 – June 14th, 2008 and on The CW4Kids on The CW from September 13th, 2008 - April 10th, 2010. Anyways, Dinosaur King airs each night from 1-6am. Bore... ing!

No other Nick USA series gets repeats! No Loud House, no Rugrats, no Henry Danger, no Fairly OddParents, and worst of all, not even SpongeBob SquarePants! This is why nobody likes the Indian feed of Nickelodeon!

[nickindiaschedules]

Sorry for the inactivity but here’s the Nickelodeon India schedule from Monday April 9 to Sunday April 15. Most timeslots for Ninja Hattori have been removed as it goes over to Sonic and are now replaced by Gattu Battu, that’s around 20 more airings for that. Also, as I wasn’t following up on it lately, Pakdam Pakdai has returned to the schedule from Sonic, replacing some of Ninja’s timeslots and even gets a full hour on its own on weekdays, replacing a bit of Motu Patlu.

Top 3 are otherwise expected.

[ultra-nohai]

Ballu from Pakdam Pakdai

Requested by Wobbley

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