Anupam Prakash (Tharki, playboy)

On himself (in his Orkut profile)

I m a simple guy.
ideal match: penelope cruz
body art: strategically placed tattoo


Abhipreet Das wrote:

As I set out to write about this dude-boy from the ultra-modern outskirts of Muzaffarpur, I tried to gather some points about him. I reached one conclusion almost immediately - Anupam is the stuff modern day Bankelals are made of.

We have an unsaid agreement of not bringing each other's families on public forums, but that will be most certainly violated, because his traits are so very much governed by his genes.

Born in a family of playboys, to a father who was a flirt par excellence, whose adolescent heroics are now a stuff of folklore, it came as no surprise that Anupam himself is one of the most sought after men in our batch. As a certain Mr. D put it (I am shamelessly cogging Vibhor's idea of not completely revealing identities here, and leaving it to the intelligent minds to figure this out on their own), Anupam can sweep any woman anytime off her feet, for he belongs to the greatest family of (woman) sweepers.

They say that the first impression is the last impression. As he ventured out to captivate young damsels, blessed with an inherent guile in talking to the fairer sex and a command over English that people in India seldom have, Anupam thought of not leaving it to very late. He experimented with some mind-boggling pick up lines and eventually figured out one that was bound to work, one that never has failed him, one that leaves nothing to late, one that goes, "I don't love you, I simply wanna f**k you!"
If you think that this is a joke, try it out yourself.

Of course, what else is expected from the heir apparent of this great a family. A certain brother of his (we shall call him Mr X here), narrated this soul-moving story to us in Kota. While we had always been intimidated by the person in question, we feared that all good girls in Kota would be swayed by the charming personality, and we had silently conceded that we would have to be content with being friends with the greatest persona to have graced the gallis of Kota, this story was totally unexpected. As it happened every evening, all of us grouped around this Mr X, to get fundaes for life and beyond, to get an accurate measure of the greatness of the person in question. Mr X was narrating the story of his last day in school, when he was called on stage to say a few enlightening words, lest all from his school could have good wisdom. Now, not a word is wrongly written here, I am simply copy-pasting what was told to us that day.
(In the assembly, a seemingly never-ending applause greeting him, as everyone looked with gleaming and longing eyes)
X: blah blah blah
Some random boy: "Sir (he was respected by all there), please narrate an incident which had a huge impact on you.
X: (with very grateful, retrospective eyes) "A girl changed my life!"
All boys: (Almost immediately, as inquisitive looks were exchanged) "Who, who?"
All girls: (Fearing that this may be the last chance that they may have, as they shoveled each other and jumped in the air as high as they could, with hands raised) "Me, me, me".

It is said that at least 29 girls were injured in the stampede that followed, and around 12 pairs of erstwhile best friends stopped talking. It is also said that around 16 guys broke up with their girlfriends (yeah, situated in Muzaffarpur, that school had a famous culture of bonding with the opposite sex) having seen them behave so irresponsibly in a quest for Mr X.

Now, one can easily imagine that Anupam, who has played since his childhood with this Mr X, would be a master at this art of wooing the fairer sex.

I think there is no denying the fact that a lot of one's future is shaped in the childhood upbringing. Anupam's parents, progressive as they were, took notice of this and left no stone unturned in turning their child into the hunk that he is now. As he narrated tales of how he was thrust into things that were so unimaginable for us, we could only marvel and of course at times, feel jealous. For example, Anupam used to skate on the roads of Muzaffarpur since he was 3, an art that was suitably taught by his father (his father had represented India in some world-level skating competition). He told us stories of how he and Mr X would be made to race to the hot girl's house nearby by his father, of course on their skates, he told us stories of how he was made to learn the art of playing guitar by his mother at a tender age of 6, he told us stories of how his father could see a talent and bought him a table tennis board when he was 9, he told us stories of how his father gave him the first tips in flirting when he was 12. All this while, we gaped in amazement.

He had an email-id from the time of the internet boom, and was the most tech-savvy guy around. He, however, disclosed his email id only when we were about to leave school. It was: www.anupam.com

However, there was a fallout of living in an environment so cool, Anupam was burdened by his own expectations. Since there was no way he could achieve what his parents wanted him to, he had to opt for lies. And fenks.

When Anupam received his solitary award for being a drummer in Vidyapith (he was the big drummer from our class, remember) he told his parents that this was the medal that he received for being the best batsman in our school. Of course, his parents did not care about the certificate. As far as I am concerned, I was the scorer in all official matches, and counted everyone's runs as Anupam's, he still fell way short of what KG could muster.

Anupam was a terrific bowler. He started off as the bowler with the fastest run-up, and the slowest bowling speed, ended up as the one with the slowest run-up and the slowest bowling speed. Anupam wanted to encourage upcoming players, and with this in mind, he let Nandy, Amartyajit, Arijit, Kebran (in a single playtime in 2 overs) hit him for sixes over the roof of the auditorium and at times, beyond it. While he continues to deny the same though, and gives full credit to the batsmen, it is so freshly etched in our minds.

Since Anupam was deemed to be dangerous for girls in Muzaffarpur, upon various complains, his father decided to send him to Vidyapith. With no girls to play around with, Anupam set his sight on the next best thing, Mr P, and their love knew no bounds. Despite being kept in different hostels, they always managed to find their private time, and in our last three months in Vidyapith, they booked a room for themselves in the school building. Like any other couple, they had their share of misunderstandings and the roothna-manana sessions. They found themselves a great supporter in Parivesh, who would take immense pride in being the know-all of the most happening relationship in class. I'm told that at times he would help in resolving conflicts and those were the best days of his life.

To his great relief though, Anupam finally set out from Deoghar to Delhi. While in Delhi, Anupam showed us all why he certainly does belong to his family, as he used and threw one girl after another. As luck would have it though, there have been some reports of being stabbed in the back by some of his nearest ones, but the cool casual don that he is, Anupam is least deterred, even if these reports were to be true. However, true love finally struck with a certain Ms U. Lovestruck, Anupam started writing poems (since his own English was too extraordinary to be understood, he borrowed from Pari). In one of those romantic candlelight moments, Anupam once remarked:
"Bahoot Khoobsurat Hai Tu,
Meri Jaroorat Hai Tu,
Jise Dhudhta Raha Main Verso Talak,
Man Mein Basi Vahi Murat Hai Tu" (You are very beautiful, I need you, You are the image in my mind that I have been looking for so many years)
In one of those desperate times, when they were on a break (oh, yeah, both of them watch Friends, and are very similar to Ross and Rachel) Anupam once wrote this:
"Wo meri thi meri hai meri rahegi, sabne samjhaya kaha yeh maan,
Jo na aayi tum ab sunke yeh pukaar, aaj jayegi ek aashiq ki jaan!" (Everyone tells me she was mine, is mine and shall remain mine, but if you don't come today, a lover shall be killed)

While in Delhi, Anupam would serve as the perfect host, and you would come to know of some interesting trivia, something you wouldn't have known otherwise.
Once, as we were walking around Chanakya Puri, Anupam came up with a word of caution. He warned us that if we stop in front of any embassy without prior notification, we shall be indiscriminately and immediately shot at. Of course, we thanked our stars that we had the great Anupam in our company, God knows, this blog could never have existed otherwise. He also told us that there were only 3 BMWs in entire Delhi, and once again we were thankful, that he saved loads of our energy looking for them.
Anupam is one of the most well-informed Indian citizens and has a take on almost every issue and diplomatic relationship that our country has with others. Once, in home, all his family watched History Channel and had a close look at the bedrooms of Saddam Hussain, Yaser Arafat, Boris Yeltsin, et al.

He has a great English, but some malfunctioning verbal muscle means that he pronounces "Penelope" as "Peneloppal". By the way, he applies "jell pump" everyday on his hair (and not the regular hair gel) and still drinks Pepsi with a "pipe" (and not a straw).