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I have a friend who is always writing these awesome OSs and calling them ainvayi, which according to googleji stands for 'just like that'. It's clear she doesn't have a clue what ainvayi really means!
What better way to help her understand that than to write a really ainvayi OS!! :)
Happy Birthday, Anupama :)🤗
How I met your mother...
(Warning : The lamest OS ever written in the history of FF...)
It was the month of June and scalding hot wind, called loo in the northern parts of India blew in vehement gusts, causing scarlet flowers to drift down from a tall, dusty tree, while eliciting no response at all from the thirsty birds who sat stoically on branches and electric cables in huddled groups.
A red scooty ran down a narrow, bustling Lucknow lane, a slender, delicate girl driving it with much more speed than warranted in a lane like this.
"Sorry, bhaiya", she said, glancing over her shoulder at a person, who had been peacefully carrying a basket full of chickens on his head, but was now fervently trying to catch hold of the fast escaping, squawking birds, "I'll apologize properly when I return".
While lingering glancing over your shoulder when riding a scooty is never a good idea, it's even worse when you try to hold a mini conversation thus occupied.
The man forgot about about his vanishing chickens and yelled in a high pitched alarmed voice , "Forget about me, just look where you're going".
With loud screech of brakes, a person sitting behind the wheels of a white SUV, urgently rotated the steering wheel with both hands and somehow managed to swerve his car wheels away from the expected line of impact. Even then, he wasn't able to completely miss hitting the red scooty. He had merely touched the side of the red vehicle, yet it fell on one side taking the girl with it.
A large crowd appeared miraculously and surrounded the 'accident site', a few concerned, a few curious, a few just whiling away the time. A few were heard generically muttering about rich brats who drove their fancy cars in narrow streets and risked the safety of pedestrians and drivers of two wheelers.
After hesitating for a second because he was afraid he might be recognized, Arnav S. Raizada, son of Aarav Raizada, the current Chief Minister of UP, opened the car door and stepped down, taking his aviators off with one hand. Dressed in jeans and a casual white shirt, he had returned to India just yesterday, with a degree in Political Science from Oxford, UK.
With his eyes flickering with concern, he rushed to the girl, who was now sitting up on the road, nursing a bleeding, scraped knee.
"Tum theek ho?, he asked, kneeling down front of her.
"Haan", said the girl with a groan, "Hum bilkul theek hain. I just like sitting in the middle of the road like this".
With a sigh, he got up and extended his hand for her.
Adjusting her dupatta over her shoulders, she glanced up at the handsome stranger and said, "It's alright, I can get up by myself".
As she tried to get up however, her knee gave way and wincing loudly, she stumbled, only to be caught by Arnav.
The pain was overpowering and as her legs suddenly felt lifeless, she clutched at his shirtfront to steady herself.
"I think, I might have broken something" , she said weakly.
"Take her to the hospital", several men in the surrounding crowd demanded.
Without a word, Arnav swooped her in his arms, responding her shy protests with an impassive, vacant gaze.
Settled in the passenger seat, she was being taken to the nearest hospital, when a series of terrifying, spine chilling thoughts occurred to her.
"How could she have been so stupid? What if this stranger was a psycho or a serial killer or a perverted predator or...".
As horrifying images flooded her mind and quickened her heart's pace, she darted a scared glance at his profile and in a desperate bid to deter a person, who might possibly be nursing evil designs on her, blurted out the first thing that came to her mind.
"Oh...That's where I take my karate lessons !, she said casually, pointing out the window.
Something in her tone, something akin to false bravado in those soft hazel eyes...(what lovely color, btw, his brain noted in passing),and the way she was nervously twisting the ends of her dupatta made him first glance sideways at her face( so damn innocent, wonder how old she is), then downward at her injured knee, and say,"With that knee, I doubt you'll be able to do any karate at all for the next week or so".
As her eyes met his amused ones, he suddenly gave her a gentle, reassuring smile and said, 'Relax, I'm not planning on kidnapping you or doing whatever your fertile mind is imagining right now, though I must add that given the current law and order situation (Dad, you really need to get your act together), you aren't completely wrong in thinking along those lines".
While he made a grimace, Khushi's face incongruently brightened.
"Haina..! Yeh jo Aarav Raizada hai na...he's the worst CM we've had in years! Hasn't kept even a single measly promise he'd made to his electorate almost three years ago and always in news for some scandal or the other. But of course, nothing ever gets proved and we're expected to just suck it up and put up with it for another full year ", said Khushi, warming up. Cricket and politics were her favorite conversation topics. Like father, like daughter.
"Ulloo kahin ka", spat Khushi getting carried away and missing the startled look she got from him, "Using taxpayers' hard earned money to send his idiot son to study in some fancy university...".
As Arnav was siezed by a bout of uncontrollable coughing, Khushi looked at him with concern.
"Eat some ginger with honey when you get home, that's some nasty cough you've got there", she said in a sympathetic tone before adding with morbid relish,"I hope it's not Swine Flu".
As Arnav gave her a blank stare in response, she asked, "Which hospital are you taking me to?
"Aarav Raizada Hospital", replied Arnav in an almost resigned tone, even as he braced himself against what he knew was sure to follow..
"Hmmph...", she snorted inelegantly and said,"Narcissm at it's best", following it with a vehement diatribe against politicians in general, which lasted for the rest of the journey.
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"And that's how I met your mother", said Arnav, taking his glasses off, and putting them on the coffee table with a smile.
"But how did your love story start? Who took the first step?, asked fifteen year old, Komal, with a sigh.
"Let me tell you", said Khushi, entering the room and smiling up at Arnav, her husband of twenty years and the current PM of India.
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Khushi was sitting up in the hospital bed, her leg in a cast, when a ward boy entered the room carrying a bouquet of red roses, a plain white enveloped card buried in it's midst.
"Get well soon", was scrawled in untidy handwriting and signed at the bottom was, "Ulloo's idiot son who went to a fancy university on his merit and on his merit alone".
THE END...
Rotten eggs? Tomatoes? Chappals? :D
This was a lame, silly, truly Ainvayi OS, but I ( the eternal optimist) still hope that you guys enjoyed it..:)
Anupama's birthday thread: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/iss-pyaar-ko-kya-naam-doon/3983452/anupama-birthday-thread-cute-thank-you-note-pg-9
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Jen..😆
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