Ariya FF The lucky charm - Page 10

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Originally posted by: ariyabestfan

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Arjun n his attitude..

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So here is the update... Any mistakes please forgive me 🙏🏻. Actually i was on this since last month.. The total modified version is ready and you are going to get regular updates. And i can't just disturb you day by day by sending messages right... So pm's will be sent for only them who responded from the next one.. Sorry but it is energy draining... Hope you understand...

Neelo, karan and I bagged (what we thought were) really good seats, at the orchard end of the stadium. We had a clear view of the skippers coming out to bat, Khoda’s loping stride contrasting oddly with the England captain’s stocky shuffle. The crowd was pretty much expecting him to lose as usual, and there were many surprised gasps when India won the toss. Arjun sauntered back in with his players, slapping a back here and there, clapping his hands together and doing whatever it is cricket captains do out in the field.

Karan and Neelo were all excited. They’d put all their work-time woes behind them, spiked their Zing! Cans. I wasn’t feeling so bubbly, though. The sun was hot. Upar se, the players looked so far away and the scoreboard looked all hazy at this distance. And then, when the Indians came out to field, half the people in front of me leapt to their feet, effectively blocking our view of match

Neelo : Damn, Agli baar, we’ll insist on passes to the VIP box.

Poor Neelo. Being a creative type he doesn’t have a clue about how low the ad agency is in the Zing! Pecking Order of Passes for Concerts and Matches. I, of course, know it by heart. It’s Celebrity Endorsers and Their Families first, Pesticide Levels Testing NGOs second, Bottlers and Families third, Press People fourth, Contest Winners next,then the Zing! People themselves.

I decided to sneak back to the Sonargaon and watch the match in peace in the Coffee shop. I pulled at the back of karan’s jeans and told him I was off. He nodded bye, his eyes on the action on the field and Neelo yelled over the din:

Neelo : Come back for the second half in case we seem to be winning. Dekha toh maja aayega

Honestly, what touching faith we had in the team.

Uh, we won

After watching the first few overs in my room. So I missed all the action. Not that I minded too much. I find ODIs really boring, and during the twentieth over it occurred to my wandering mind that today would be a great day to shop. The markets were sure to be deserted.

So I hailed one of those bumblebee autos with gold ‘n’ white conical crowns upon their heads, and took a tour of the city. It was fun, it took my mind off the opener shots. And Sandy . And arjun mean do-me-a-service crack. I got back by six, weighed down with all this stuff I would probably never use.

That’s when I met Neelo and karan, who told me that the match had been awesome. Bala, shree and gang got the English all out for 210. After lunch, when Shivee and sam came out to bat, everybody was hailing arjun’s decision to chase as the smartest, most far-sighted thing any captain had everdone.

Wow, what a rollercoaster that man’s life must be!

They finished it off in thirty-seven overs, with five wickets still in hand. Sam was Man of the Match, but apparently it had been a close thing between him and Bala. In fact, karan was very indignant about the whole thing, insisting Sam’s was a crowd-pleaser innings and that it was Bala’s stint in the morning that had really broken

Whatever

Apparently, all the Indians, Bangladeshis, Pakistanis and Sri Lankans in the crowd had got into a Mera Subcontinent Mahaan mood after India knocked the stuffing out of the common enemy. They’d lurched around the stands hugging all brown-skinned girls in sight and boozily saying, Congratulations, sister!

Karan : Why don’t we catch the highlights on ESPN? C’mon, let’s hit the Coffee Shoppee.

The restaurant was deserted. The only person there was simran, a slim, sporty-looking sports journalist with very short hair framing a surprisingly young face. She was tapping away quietly on her laptop when we entered but waved and called out:

Simran : Looking for the gang? Most of them are over at the Sheraton, celebrating.

Riya (m.v) : Already? I thought crankily. Surely it was early days yet?

Riya : Racing towards a deadline?

Simran : No, not really, just working on my questions for an interview. Arjun should be here soon, He said eight-thirty and he’s usually very punctual.

Riya : Then we should leave you alone at your table! Ham phir milenge

I thought, they’ve got a three-day break before the next match, I’ll speak to that idiot chotu , get the shots tomorrow evening and catch the first flight out day after....

So engrossed was I in my little plan that I didn’t see Simran and arjun till I was almost on top of them. They’d moved right in front of the TV, obviously having decided to watch the highlights too.

Simran : riya! Have you congratulated arjun?

Riya: mein uff sorry.. Ohh again.. Congratulations. Great performance.’

Arjun: Hey, I should be saying that to you, after all tumne jo kiya

His mouth curled into a smile I thought was distinctly unfriendly.

Simran : Matlab?

Arjun : Oh, Riya knows what I mean,Thanks for your time

Simran. I think I’ll watch the rest of the highlights in my own room. Goodnight.

He shook her hand, nodded politely at karan and me and made to leave.

But karan was on him before he made the door.

Karan : Hey, arjun, I was wondering if we could shoot Shiv and sam tommorrow...if it’s cool with Wes and you? Hame wo shots bahuth important hai.. Please try to understand

Rawthe nodded, pretty curtly, I thought. I was pissed off that karan had even asked him. I mean, the boys don’t really need the skipper’s permission to shoot – not officially, at any rate, but clearly there was nothing official about the hold he had on them.

Karan came back grinning.

Karan : It’s in the bag, riya, we’ll be patli galli-ing out of here by day after morning.

I smiled back at him hoping he was right. Somehow I had a feeling it wasn’t going to be that simple.

Shivee and sam – those crafty little kids – had something up their Men-in-Blue sleeves. They started by acting really elusive the next day.

Sam: riya.. Mere groin mein strain hai. I have been advised full rest and cannot do your shoot today.

Bullshit. If the Man of the Match’s groin was critically strained it would’ve been in the papers today.

Sam : Why don’t you stay back a few days... have breakfast with us day after and over breakfast only we can discuss when to shoot...

Like that, was it?

I called chotu and told him to read sam the small print in his contract.

Chotu : Shivee can’t shoot either, riya . His groin is strained too. He wants you to have breakfast with them day after and discuss the situation.

God, who did they think they were kidding?

Riya : chotu(slowly and carefully) , sam is delaying things because He is thinking mein ek lucky charm hun

Chotu : I know, .But can’t you just humour him and stay? He may get rattled and throw his wicket away in the match tomorrow if you leave now. Why risk it?

I couldn’t believe this! Even my Rinku Chachi in Karol Bagh was a bigger rationalist than this sam dude.

Riya : But how come he’s so superstitious?

Chotu : He’s so modern but He’s insecure, Riya . All stars are insecure. They have so much Standing in the Society, so much to lose...not like you and me....

Riya (m.v) : Excuse me, chotu , I wanted to say, you are so not like me! You are raking it in, while I’m on some bullshit slave-labour two-lakhs-per-annum package.

Chotu : sam very vehmi, He has even changed the spelling of his name to sammeer from sameerRiya : Look, chotu,the bottom line is that I need those shots fast – I have to print bottle labels and roll out posters within a week.

Okay, okay,Mein kuchh karta hoon...

But of course he couldn’t do a thing.The whole day went by chasing those idiots.

The next morning I pulled on my cargos and a tee shirt I’d borrowed from Neelo (I was fast running out of clothes) and hit the ground running. Time was running out. Vishaal was piling up an unimaginable food and beverage bill and my much looked-forward-to Bombay shoot was almost over. I had to nail those idiots today.

I got into the elevator to find arjun on board, looking freshly showered and riding downwards in his grey Gold’s Gym tracks.

Arjun: Good morning, Aren’t you late for your flight?

Riya : No, actually, My boss says I can’t leave till I get all my shots.

He looked a little taken aback.

Arjun : What d’you mean? Don’t tell me your photographer couldn’t finish all the shots yesterday either!

That made my hackles rise. I mean, karan would’ve finished all the shots on the first day itself if arjun hadn’t rushed his boys for practice.

Riya: He didn’t get a chance to shootyesterday, at all,Your openers are suffering from strained groins and so are unavailable to shoot.

He looked surprised, and not unamused.

Arjun : Sam’s strained his groin? First I’ve heard of it.

Riya : Well, he says he has,And so has Shivnath, apparently.

He nodded, his smile getting wider.

Riya : And so my shoot – my voice wobbled a little but I couldn’t help that – is off.

Arjun was grinning unabashedly now.

Arjun : So Little Miss Fix-It has run up against something she can’t fix!

He crowed in a not very captain-like manner.Then, as I looked up at him, practically teary-eyed with frustration, he said, in a nicer voice.

Arjun: Tell me, do you think they’re faking it?

Well, he’d asked for it. ‘Yes!’ I nodded, vigorously.

Riya : sam and Shiv are playing hide-and-seek with me. They’re thinking that maybe they won yesterday because of me and so they want me to stay here for the next match-breakfast to test the theory! I can’t – obviously! Because I have a life too, you know. So now they’re trying to delay my departure as long as possible by kidding around with my shoot...

Arjun: But you’re the one who put the idea into their heads, Didn’t you go, all chirpily, Hey, maybe I bring you guys good luck!

I winced. He’d mimicked my voice perfectly.

Riya : It was a joke,I never thought they’d take it seriously.’

He was quiet for almost a wholeminute. Then he said,

Arjun: Look, why don’t you just do what the boys want? Stay till day after, eat breakfast with us, get your shots in the evening, and leave?

I was surprised.

Riya : But, you said, that day... ‘ I started and then stopped.

Arjun : ‘...that I don’t think you’re a good-luck charm?’ he said calmly enough. ‘Of course, I don’t. But the next match is against Australia, so I don’t want to take any risks. If it gives some of the lads more spunk, I’m all for it.

Riya ( innocently) But suppose you win that one?! Sam quite capable of insisting I stay on for the match after that too!

Arjun smiled infectiously .

Arjun: Let’s cross that bridge when we come to it. You set up your patchwork shoot for the evening after the next match and get yourself a seat on the morning flight.

I nodded back at him doubtfully and he reached out and tousled my hair in anice, elder-brotherly sort of way.

Arjun: Now smile,’

I smiled.

The elevator pinggged open. He stood aside to let me exit first, in this very cheesy mock-chivalrous way.

Arjun : By the way, miss fix it?

I turned.

He grinned at me, white teeth flashing in his brown face, arjun : Nice life philosophy.

Huh?

He glanced down at my tee shirt quizzically and then walked away.

Puzzled, I saw weirdly it away from me and squinted at the lettering. There, in bright firoza blue on a purple background were emblazoned three words I’d failed to read when I’d slipped on Neelo’s tee shirt in the morning: DRINK. HUMP. DIE.( i ran out of clothes kya karu)

I aimed a woman-of-the-world-ishshrug in the general direction of where he’d gone.

Riya :Yeah...heh, heh, pretty nice, huh?

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So, they won. And Shivi & Sam faked their injury to stop Riya assuming her lucky. But that was strange Arjun also wants that.Enjoyed his sarcasms.

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What a nice prologue...

I've read it already

But i am waiting for it

But the scenes between them there were lit and khodaish attitude was soo so good and the little miss fixit..

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All the parts till now were so good

And hope you take more writing liberties so thay we get many more scenes in between the leads

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