It was a rainy july daY WHEN MY FATHER ACCOMPANIED ME AMONGST SCORES AS ME ALONG BRITISH STYLED BUILDINGS AND UNUSUALLY GREEN ENVIRONS.

WE WERE GUIDED TO THE PLACE CALLED TH EHOSTEL

It was supposed to be a great moment for pauaa family. Their son ,khaddu was goinG to become a doctor as the father son duo entered the gates of AFMC. The interviews were over, and he was found fit too, to his surprise after gaining a good 25 kilos hogging on cham cham in the past few months. He had always been too lost to realize the difference between success and failure, too confused to assess the good and the bad. They were guided to the place called the hostel, MAHARASHTRA HOUSE for the moment , inaugurated by the then chief minister Y.B.CHAVAN back in 1964 ,4 of august.

All the kids were made to line up in front of the hostel office. I cant remember the name who ushered us in , a south Indian fellow , thanks to the attitude the college gave me  in later  years , but thank fate , he was courteous and kind. (lest my dad fely bad)

We were in the process of getting rooms, i was as me looking for the right attitude and thought when a jovial looking human crossed my path. He was confident, smiling incessantly , full of things i felt i lacked . he identified himself as tintin , from himachal , but residing fro the moment in chd.

Pauaa somehow instantly clicked and they decided to be roomies. 4 top 1 doubles was the proclamation , as we moved towards the barbar shop for the proverbial haircut ; something which  he didn realize was to be their identity for another three months.