Pari stories

Pari Stories.
Pari Stories refer to fictional tales about a young man called "Pari". The author of these stories is Rajiv Radhakrishnan. Rajiv and Pari do exist in real life and attended Merchant Taylors' School in Northwood in the 1990's.
Around 1998 Rajiv and Pari were having drinks on a holiday in Ibiza when, for some reason, Rajiv said that Pari did something silly in the past. It was completely false but Pari played along with it and the Pari Stories were born.
The stories started off as verbal accounts but soon were put to paper, and now there are approximately a 100 stories written by Rajiv.
The stories usually revolve around a school or university setting, with Rajiv helping Pari out with his continual misinterpretations of things. The stories evolved to include lots of side stories which only a few readers would understand.
The audience of the stories started off with only a couple of people, but word soon spread and the reactions have always been positive.
People have stated that they are hilarious accounts and those readers who do not even know Pari, are desperate to meet him.
A sample story is shown below.
It was the last day of term and Pari and I were strolling to Pinner Station. The sky was milky blue, and it felt good as the sun bathed our morning-fresh faces. We talked endlessly about the cricket season and our summer holidays.
At that stage (1997) Pari had never been abroad but he had hoped to go away before the following September. Just as we turned into Station Approach I popped a small package into the post box. It was bound for Sri-Lanka. I explained to Pari how, that since it was foreign mail, I had to use a “Par -Avion” sticker and a few more stamps because of the excess weight of the parcel.
Pari enjoyed these lessons. It was such a good way for him to learn; a close friend guiding him through life. I know in the past I had got impatient but things were improving.
The day at school passed pretty uneventfully and we were soon on the train back to Pinner. Pari couldn’t stop talking about the summer holidays and where he was thinking of going. It was nice to seem him so excited.
Before we took our separate routes home from Pinner station Pari enquired about his weight.
”I reckon you are about 60kg,” I said. I thought nothing more of his question and went home.
The next day I got a phone call very early in the morning from Pari.
”Rajiv, I’m off on holiday. Come and see me off....I’m near Pinner Station.”
It was all a bit of a shock but I stumbled up the high street, half asleep and very confused.
What my eyes saw, however, certainly woke me up. I couldn’t believe it: Pari was sitting next to the Post Box, his face covered in about 150 stamps. I could barely see him.
”I’m going to Calais”, he said, “just waiting for the postman, should be here in 15minutes.”
I ran home immediately; we were back to square one.

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