Pandeymonium- A breezy read

I read Pandeymonium at one sitting, well, almost!. That was because of the way it was written also may be because of my own fascination for the magical world of  Indian advertising. I was always intrigued by the child-like exuberance of Piyush Pandey and the stories of his success.

Piyush Pandey attributes the name of the book to the whatsapp group of his family which is called the same-pandeymonium and  his success to the infinite possibilities of his personal google, his immediate and extended family, his friends ,colleauges and relatives.

Pandeymonium is a testimony to the Indian ethos of large families, the many get togethers, celebrations, cricket and travel. The story of Piyush Pandey is a story of the many events and eventualities of his times, our times, the evolution of cricket to the status of more than a national game, the power of simplicity, the talent of keen observation and above all an undying interest in the commonest of the common Indian, whose life and living with his blessed sense of jugaad is nothing short of a miracle.

As one reads through the book one is made to realise again and again the value of family, of building enduring relationships, of friendships which last more than a life time, the power of simplicitic thinking, the love affair with a land of eccentricities and its even more eccentric people.

Piyush Pandey comes across as a large hearted, genuinely jovial and fun loving person, who is rooted in who he was to become what he became. He is not afraid to give compliments or give credit where it is is due and most importantly does not take himself too seriously, perhaps,that explains the child-like charm of his personality.

The book certainly lives up to his own maxim that it is simplicity that connects the best and is worth more than a read.

A little laughter please

A little laughter please

cried the woman in her

asking for a letting go

a release from the tight hold of living

or making a living

of standing up for too long

of having been the place holder for too many

A little free space please

cried the woman in her

seeking  a place to let her hair down

looking for an opportunity to just sit down and be herself

to forget, forgive and move on

A little company of light hearted banter

breaking the wall of officacies

over the barriers of expectations

of a little holding hands

of throwing heads back

of giggles and squiggles

of the need to break,break, break

to make,make, make.

Come, let’s ride the mustache.

It’s more than a mustache

it is a lot of self reliance

it is courage and conviction in who you are

it is in riding the horse to the wedding

it is in entering the temple walls

it is in demanding an equal life

it is not asking for too much

it is just my right to exist

to breathe the air you breathe

wear what you wear

and speak what you speak

it is a time that Gandhi dreamt of

it is a time of which he spoke

a time of which my grand mother dreamed

a time of which my father said will come

in these times of 3G and 4G and more

of increased connectivity

when you try to keep yourself above and away from my polluted self

I pity you man of the son of the great great grand father of ours

you who think yourself so different but are just the same as me

tomorrow I hope our children will talk together to school

tomorrow I hope our children will sit together at lunch

why your son may marry my daughter

and we shall be sons of a distant father of a different time

kauravas and pandavas of our mustached, turbaned times

oh, don’t yet fear us, not our rise, nor our aspirations

we are human too, just like you and does not see you as different from me

this is me, the new Indian, rising from the low, low-born, rising high,aiming high,walking the skies.

Come hold my hand, let’s rise together, lest you be left behind!