Pandey (Devanagari: पाण्डेय) or Pande (पाण्डे pāṇḍe) is a surname of the Hindu Brahmins communities of Northern and Central India as well as of both Brahmin and Chhetri families of Nepal. In Maharashtra, several Brahmin families have names ending in "-pande", such as "Deshpande" or Sardeshpande. There are also Marathi speaking people of the Vidarbha region with the surname Pande.
It is most likely that it is derived from the Sanskrit word paṇḍita (पण्डित (पाण्डेय) ), which refers to a 'spiritual scholar' or 'scholar'. Sanskrit word Panditya means "learned man". This sect was derived from a group of so-called "pandits" or spiritual technician who practiced "yajnas" or yagyas and conducted other vedic practices.
Those Brahmin families who specialized in all 4 Vedas came to be known as Chaturvedi (chaturth means 4 in Sanskrit from which it is derived), those who specialized in 3 Vedas came to be known as Trivedi or Tiwari or Tripathi (tri- meaning 3 in Sanskrit), while Dwivedi specialized in 2 Vedas (dwi- meaning 2). Those who only studied the Veda but did not specialize in them came to be known as Pathak, i.e. the reader. Those who specialized in Upanishads were known as Upadhyaya.
Pandey is a North Indian surname, and may refer to:
Tu y yo amor y odio
Tu me tratas de un mal modo
Parece que estoy en un mal sueño pero en verdad
eres mi dueño
Otra vez a cocinar
¿Quieres un pastel o un pay?
Tengo que aprender como mezclarlo con el placer
e-e-er
De chocolate o de limón
Cualquiera causa tentación
Muy importante el betún
Para el cuidado de salud, de nuestra salud
Y Recuerda que vivimos siempre en un infierno
Tu problema es la obsesión, ¿o es nuestro?
Pecaremos contra los estándares del bello
Solo por un buen sazón al corazón
Yo no se si aguantaremos
No se cuanto tiempo tenemos
Solo se que junto a ti estoy atado y no puedo irme lejos
Quiero ya tirar mi cruz
Quiero eterna juventud
Por lo pronto hay que ir hojeando el menú u-u-u
Para empezar un buen sirlon
Con mucha grasa y guarnición
Mesero tráigase licor
Para callar a esta voz que escucho en mi interior
Y recuerda que vivimos siempre en un infierno
Tu problema es la obsesión, ¿o es nuestro?
Pecaremos contra los estándares del bello