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Pata hai aaj kya hua… ( Aaj nhi hua but wholesome✨️ hai, do give a read)

Bhupendra.

Or as everyone called him — Bhuppi.

Bhuppi and I met when I first joined school in class 2. And before I tell you the story, I need you to properly visualize this man.

We were all around 3 feet tall at that age.

Bhuppi looked like a BrahMos missile packed inside a school uniform.

Short. Stout. Not fat. Compact destruction.

For reference, while the rest of us were around 100 cm tall, Bhuppi looked approximately 75 cm with the confidence of a WWE heavyweight champion.

His appearance was iconic.

Unpolished black winter shoes. Loose pants hanging dangerously low. Shirt permanently untucked. Half sweater even in peak winter. Buzz cut before buzz cuts were cool. Thick kajal in the eyes. And a broad maniac smile that always looked like he had just committed a crime.

And somehow… he was the first person to approach me even before the teacher entered.

“Hi, mera naam Bhupendra hai… tu mujhe Bhuppi bhi bula sakta hai.”

Then without asking, he grabbed my bag dramatically and started shouting:

“New student! Side hato!”

Like he was escorting a VIP through airport security 😭

He took me straight to the last bench aka his kingdom, placed my bag beside his and immediately began giving me classified information about every kid in class like a RAW agent briefing a recruit.

“Woh monitor hai… usse panga mat lena.”

“Woh rota bohot hai.”

“Woh topper hai par complain bhi karta hai.”

Before I could even process anything, the class teacher entered.

And before the entire class could do the mandatory:

“Good moooorning maaaaam…”

Bhuppi had already sprinted toward her at full speed.

“MAAM MAAM NEW STUDENT!!!”

Then I had to give my introduction to the entire class while Bhuppi stood beside me like my manager with his maniac smile like he won bharat ratna.

The sweetest part?

Even though his own notebooks were incomplete most of the time, he helped me make all mine. He arranged notebooks from toppers so I could complete pending work. He made sure I settled in.

But academically responsibility ended, he used to top the class from the bottom always!

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Bhuppi was also the single biggest source of chaos in the in the class or maybe the whole school.

In the middle of class he would randomly howl like a wolf sitting on his desk.

Sometimes he’d throw the duster at someone for absolutely no reason.

Sometimes he asked teachers such unbelievably dumb questions even for 2-3 standard level that the whole class would explode laughing.

And it was almost a record that within 5 minutes of any teacher entering the class, Bhuppi would be standing outside with raised hands as punishment…

Still sticking his tongue out and making weird faces through the door just to make us laugh harder 😭

But despite all this madness, he was insanely good at cricket.

Everyone wanted him on their team.

Both, proper cricket… and the legendary lunch-break cricket played with rolled-up aluminium foil as ball and a register as bat.

That man was a menace in both formats.

Honestly, when I think back to childhood, people like Bhuppi are the reason it felt magical.

Wherever you are Bhupendra… I hope life has been kind to you, bhai.

And thank you for making childhood so memorable for all of us.

Do mention in comments if you had someone like bhuppi in your life or you were the bhuppi in someones life!

Cheers

Pata hai aaj kya hua… ( aaj nhi hua , happened in circa 2004-05 ig when i was in 3rd or 4th standard)

This story is about my dear friend from 2nd/3rd standard "Lalit".

Lalit, if you’re somehow reading this… bhai kaisa hai? Long time 🫠🙂

I did most of my schooling in a government boarding school. Imagine being 8,9 years old and suddenly living in a hostel full of equally confused and dangerous children. Your friends become your brothers, emotional support system… and biggest enemies at times 💀

Now Lalit and I were benchmates, classmates and dorm mates.

One day during lunch we had chole, rice, nutri and roti. A deadly combination in hindsight.

Right after lunch we had maths class. But Lalit was acting strange. Completely silent. No movement. No talking. He was unusually still as F'.

I asked him multiple times:

“Bhai medical room le chalu? Tabiyat kharab hai kya?”

Every time he said rejected the offer.

Finally near the end of the period he leaned towards me and whispered with fear in his eyes

“Bhai… potty aayi hai. Bohot zor se.”

As a responsible friend and obedient student, I immediately stood up and said to sir,

“Sir! Lalit ki tabiyat kharab hai. Want your permission to him to hostel”

Sir agreed.

We started running toward the hostel toilets, but midway Lalit realized this was no longer a “walkable situation.” He stopped near the old building toilets and told me:

“Tu class ja… mai kar k ata hu.”

I should’ve known nothing was going to be smooth for here on..

I went back to class. Sir asked:

“What happened to Lalit? Is he alright?”

Now understand the pressure here. I was a class 3 kid standing in front of 45 boys whose only purpose in life was chaos.

Sir asked again, more sternly this time.

I panicked and told the truth:

“Sir… Lalit potty karne gaya hai.”

Silence.

Bell rang.

Sir left.

And instantly… 45 black action shoes sprinted toward the old toilet block like it was a military raid.

Everyone shouting

“Lalit saale haag raha hai!”

A few bodmosh who knew abuses and failed perilously said

“BKL bahar nikal!”

Remember… we were in 3-4 standard ig😭

Now the toilets were ancient. Spider webs, broken walls, Indian-style toilets… horror movie setting.

But Lalit refused to come out.

Some boys climbed the urinal partitions to peek from the top. Others started banging doors. Then kicking started.

First door opened — no Lalit.

Second — no Lalit.

Third — empty.

Only one door remained.

Everyone knew he was inside.

And then… BOOM.

8–10 boys kicked the door together with so much force that instead of opening… the entire door broke off its hinges.

Inside, Lalit tried to hold the falling door heroically with both hands…

…but the force threw him backward directly INTO the toilet pit.

And this wasn’t a normal clean toilet.

This was a non-functional hostel toilet used by generations of unsupervised boys

Brother fell straight into a pile of shit which wasn't flushed since ages, aka lalit in shit with 49 others before facebook came to existence

To this day I still remember the silence after it happened.

No one laughed for 2 seconds.

Then the entire building exploded.

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"Pata hai aaj kya hua"... 😭 ( aaj nhi hua but about 3 yrs back but worth sharing)

After getting recommended in SSB, we all reported for military medicals. And trust me, they check EVERYTHING. Eyes, ears, bones, posture, teeth… literally full body audit chal raha tha.

One day came the “most awaited” test among the boys 💀

The ball check.

There were two medical officers in the room one senior Major and one young Captain who was apparently learning the procedure. The Captain happened to be a lady doctor, which suddenly made the room 300% more awkward for everyone 😭

So one by one, guys are going in trying to act all fauji and fearless while internally everyone is fighting for their life.

Now with me was this one Sardar guy. The moment the check started, bhai’s body betrayed him completely 💀

Absolute system malfunction, He had a Boner!

The nursing assistant immediately took him outside while the rest of us were trying not to laugh ourselves as we could see everything from the waiting room.

After a while he came back, this time the Major handled the examination personally 😭

Everything finished, and while writing notes the Major casually goes:

“Bloody chap… Sudhar jaa otherwise honey trap bahut jaldi ho jaoge.” 💀

Room silent. Then the moment we got outside… absolute chaos 😭

Most of us were recommended by medical board🙂

I’ve been in Jaipur for the last 10-12 years, and since the beginning I’ve been into lifting. Over time I’ve probably spent 4-5 proper years touching iron consistently.

From a local underground basement gym in Bani Park… to Talwalkars Bani Park… Gold’s Vaishali… and now a local gym on the outskirts of Jaipur , one thing has remained painfully consistent across the board

THE MUSIC CHOICE IS AWFUL 💀

It’s either

1)EDM overload

2)2010s Alan Walker loop

3)Chainsmokers “Closer”

4)Turn Down For What”

5)or the deadly local Jaat/Gujjar/Punjabi remix

And the worst .... the "Bhajans" if you reach your gym early in the morning at 5.

I’ve genuinely reached a point where I just use earphones now. What’s up, gym hommies? We can do better 😭

Where are the classics?

AC/DC. Queen. Guns N’ Roses. Led Zeppelin. Deep Purple. Rolling Stones. Metallica. Linkin Park. Rage Against the Machine.💪

Music that actually makes you want to hold the bar tight and push it off the ceiling instead of feeling like you accidentally entered your friend's baraat.

Also, if you’ve got similar taste, drop your gym playlists below 👇🫠

Need new lifting music before I hear “Closer” one more time mid deadlift😵😩