"Oh cmon Chashmish, you have to come to the game" Samrat whined,"How would it look that the captain's girlfriend is not there to cheer him to victory".
"Seriously Samrat, you really should get off that high horse and learn to be a bit modest. The other team is just as good, there is no reason that...................." Gunjan started but was cut off by a hysterical Samrat.
"Gunjan!!!!!!!!!!!! Don't say that. You might jinx us, this is my last year and we have to win, moreover this year I am captain, I soooo cannot loose. WE.ARE.THE.BEST" Samrat said pointedly.
Gunjan rolled her eyes at him but refrained from further comment about his team,"Whatever Samrat, I still cannot come coz I have an Economics lecture then, and you know I can't miss it again. Professor Burton would skin me alive if I missed his class again and that too for a stupid game".
Samrat frowned at her,"It is not a stupid game Chashmish, and neways it is anyday better than that Burton's lecture you will attend".
"Samrat please, you know I want to come to the game but I......................".
THUMP
Whatever Gunjan was about to say next was soon forgotten as loud voices broke the silence of the library. Samrat and Gunjan poked their heads towards the corridor and saw a scene which they had seen far too many times to forget. Their standing in the middle of the library with books all around them were their best friends, Mayank and Nupur shouting all the curses known to mankind at each other.
"Ulle ke patthe, aankhein hain ki button, dikhta nahi hain??? Meri saari books neeche gira di, bewakoof kahin ka, junglee jaanwar" Nupur rattled off glaring at Mayank.
"Aankhein teri kharaab hain, billee kahin ki, theek se chalna bhi nahi aata, chalti saamne hain, dekhti peeche hain, dimaag main barra sa hole hain tere" Mayank shouted back.
Oh no, it was not that they did'nt know English. Infact Mayank and Nupur conversed with their fellow classmates in English only but when they came face to face, the mild English language was soon forgotten and Hindi or Punjabi was momentarily adopted. And besides both of them had realized that it was much easier to curse in Hindi than in English.
"Atleast mere paas dimaag to hain, tere paas to dimaag bhi nahi hain, bhagwaanji ne aise hi tujhe niche bhej diya, dharti ka bhoj" Nupur retaliated.
"Kya kahan??? Main bhoj??? Tu jaise barri supermodel hain, mere se to zyaada tera weight hoga, gawaar kahin ki" Mayank muttered.
"Mr Sharma and Miss Bhushan, how many times do I have to repeat myself. This is a library, kindly lower your voices, you are disturbing everybody around you. Seriously everytime it is the same story, the two of you can't be together in my library without creating any disruption can you???" The librarian, Miss Julie reprimanded both of them. Seriously she had had enough of these two Indian students, she could'nt remember a single day when they had not tried to throttle each other to death and shouted curses in a foreign language. If somebody asked her to curse in Indian then she would pass with flying colours courtesy of these two.
"Sorry Miss" Nupur apologized sheepishly while Mayank remained quiet. Satisfied for the time being the librarian walked away but not before glaring at both of them.
"Hi Miss, Sorry Miss, Bye Miss, Can I butter you up somemore Miss" Mayank mimicked Nupur as soon as the librarian was out of earshot.
Nupur's anger was already at her breaking point and Mayank's taunt was the final stroke. Picking up a book from the floor she started hitting him with it on whichever body part she could reach of his. Mayank shouted in pain and tried to block her as Nupur started hitting him with more fervour cursing him at the same time.
"OUT, OUT, both of you out. Don't ever come back to the library until you learn how to behave. I said OUT!!!!!!!!!" The librarian shouted running back to them after hearing their loud voices.
Mayank and Nupur were both thrown out of the library as the librarian heaved a sigh of relief closing the door after them. The voices in the library were subdued but people still continued talking in hushed whispers about the latest fight that had occured between Mayank and Nupur. Samrat and Gunjan returned back to their seats, their earlier topic of conversation forgotten.
"I wish they would stop this unnecessary bickering and confess their love for each other" Samrat sighed as he sat down.
"I know, all I want right now is for them to be together" Gunjan muttered.
And what Gunjan wants, Gunjan gets.
Cricket
Hindi TV Shows
252