We all know about Bond... James Bond, the popular spy, conducts espionage, infiltrating enemy worlds. Well, what if you had to spy on 007 himself? I'd hire Poorvi to do the job, because she's clearly a notorious little detective who smiles and laughs her way into one's circle and juices out every little piece of information there is to know about them. This side hustle of hers has got to the point that some of us are pretty worried about it, because the minute you step out of your house, you are under Poorvi's surveillance. You wanna go to a mall? She's there clicking pictures of you. Want to have a quiet lunch all on your own? She's there next to your table. Want to escape her and leave the planet? She's there orbiting the Earth. At this point, I think she has multiple clones of herself spawned across the universe. When asked about her little mischiefs, she opened up about her intentions to break into people's houses, especially Diya's (stay alert, people). Not only is she a living, breathing CCTV camera, but she's also an encyclopedia of gossip and probably maintains archives of it.
Poorvi, or as some of us fondly call her, Pappu, has one of the most contagious laughs I've ever seen. It doesn't take a minute for her smile to turn into a laugh, and soon everyone within a kilometre is laughing their lungs out. Well, probably not EVERY one, because apparently she has a long-running feud with pigeons. Pappu’s pigeon friends love playing paintball with her. She is a proud dog mom to an indie named Lily, whom she is very protective of, and I am pretty sure Lily would enter the battlefield to fight the pigeons alongside her as well.
When she's not fighting pigeon wars, spying on you, or sweating it out in the gym, she’s either at TKS Iyengar’s enjoying a full baale ele oota or at a cafe waiting forever for her lemon iced tea. Poorvi is the embodiment of “If my grandma had wheels…” meme because you will always spot her running around from one place to another doing some or the other work as if she has wheels for her legs, completely locked in, with a fierce spark in her eyes. I am not surprised by her zeal, though; after all, she has inherited the title of ‘Shah’ from her ancestors, given by the Mysore royal family. She is a curious case of a driver—great with cars but not always with two-wheelers, having rammed into multiple Eddies’ vehicles and, apparently, Eddies themselves.
Shastry Poorvi is also a very talented kid. Not only is her writing prowess impressive, but she also plays the violin beautifully and has learnt Bharatanatyam as well. Adding to that, she is immensely disciplined and organised, a pakka gym rat who never misses a day and rants endlessly when she does. Give her something to schedule, and she'll make time run backwards to get it done. Poorvi can read an entire textbook the night before an exam and remember every single corner of it. Who does that?! Sashtanga namaskara _/\_.
From being the baby of the Board to calling her juniors “kiddo”, Poorvi has come a long way (but she will still remain the kid that she was). If you hear chatter or laughter anywhere around you, one thing is certain: you are in Poorvi's vicinity. She's brilliant, smart, and all, for sure, but she is also really, really fun company to have. Here’s to a million more khikhikhis and bwahahahas.