Note- All characters in the story are fictitious. Though we have used some real names, its just intended for fun. So no hard feelings.:) And thanks to Ste for the cartoon.
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“Paulomi….aha.. aha…. I like her…aha ….aha….,” Mr.Sandeep danced like a chicken with his eyes glued on to the television.
“Siirrrr, prograaaaaam?” Ste and RJ sang the question in unison. Mr. Sandeep didn’t respond as his mind was singing duets and running around trees with Paulomi. He jumped out of his sofa and kneeled down in front of the TV resembling a dog with his protruded tongue and pop-corn like eyes. RJ, like a cinema hero of 1940, said- “ Ste beta! Leave it to me. I’ll handle the matter” and walked in front of Mr. Sandeep, stood there resting his hands on his hips, blocking Mr. Sandeep’s view of the television. Mr. Sandeep, like a mad dog, pounced on to RJ, clasped his waist belt, lifted him and threw him aside and reverted back to his doggy posture as if biscuits were thrown out from the TV. “ Paulomi....aha…..aha…. I like her..…aha….aha…” he continued. Ste, looking at RJ’s bruised nose and started laughing like crazy. “Now, see, I’ll handle the matter.” Ste said raising his eye-brow. He grabbed the TV remote and changed the channel. Mr. Sandeep, as if chilly powder was blown onto his face turned in slow motion towards Ste with a “grrrr…”. Just then, his mind got diverted back to the television. Now Mr. Rajnikanth was dancing for the tunes of- “ Adhaan da..idhaan da…Arunachalam naan thaan da..” Mr. Sandeep kissed Ste on his cheeks, ripped open his own shirt with the buttons popping out like bullets, tied it to his waist and began dancing like Ganguly- “ Adhaan da.. idhaan da..Sandeep Balan nan thaan daa..” Ste, wiping his cheeks with a tissue paper, came to RJ and said- “ This person is useless man. Lets think of some other alternative to get the program.”
“ahh..!! my nose….!!Lets first get out of this place.” RJ suggested for which Ste agreed without second thoughts. They both pulled the door open and left just as KINGS, who was there stitching polka dotted boxers, was on the verge of buttoning out his shirt to join Mr. Sandeep Balan for the dance.
Both RJ and Ste rushed out of his building, took in some fresh air and began walking, sketching out how to get the Computer program that they were to submit to Mr. Riversoul the next day. Ste all of sudden stopped walking and wore an expression as if he was calculating what was 3542435*3432. He snapped his fingers and said- “Idea.”
RJ- “ Don’t act like a buffoon, come back to normal and tell me what’s the idea?”
Ste felt shameless, came back to normalcy and told- “ Lets go to RiverSoul sir’s home now and beg him to give us more time. If not, we’ll blackmail him that we saw him taking tuitions from Prats.”
RJ- “ That mad guy RiverSoul?? The guy who left his soul in the river?? I’m not coming. You go.”
Ste- “Now, you don’t act like a buffoon. Come. Lets go.”
RJ, now shamelessly said- “Okay” as if his vocal chord was stolen.
They both walked to Mr. RiverSoul’s house. As they reached the house, they observed that the house looked like one of those houses used for ghost movies. As they slowly slid the gate open, they heard male screams of- “Hevppp…Hevppp…choor chooorr...bachaoooo…vachaoo..”
“Mummy! Bhoooot.” Ste jumped behind RJ.
“It sounds like Mr. RiverSoul’s voice, man.” RJ observed.
“Yeah. It sounds like that.” Ste confirmed, peeping from above RJ’s shoulder. RJ once again, like a cinema hero of 1940 said- “Come on. We have to save him” and ran to the door, kicked it open and entered in as Ste followed him. They ran to the large hall, but found everything normal, no item was touched. They then ran to the bedroom where they found the lockers untouched too. Not even a flower vase was disturbed. “What kind of a robbery is this?” Ste whispered. “Yeah. In a rich man’s house, the thieves are not even interested in the locker! What is it that is more attractive in this house?” RJ exclaimed.
Meanwhile they heard sounds like- “ Aaavvvvv….aouuuuu” like a wolf’s howl from the next room. RJ and Ste breezed through the door into the room and found that Mr. Riversoul laid flat on the floor, and two masked men were sitting on his chest with cutting pliers in their hands. “My goldennnn teeeeeeth.” Mr. Riversoul screamed. Ste, even in this serious situation started to laugh- “They are stealing your golden teeth??? Hahahahahaaaaa…”
But RJ, our hero, pounced on the two masked men, held their collars- “ You bloody rascalas. How dare you steal teeth from our computer teacher who has forgotten his soul in the river?” Meanwhile Ste, got some seriousness, grabbed a long stick and ran, screaming aloud- “ aaaaaaaa………” and tried to whack the two thieves but the whack landed straight on RJ’s back. “Oucchh…. Abe saaale.. hit them not me.”
Ste-“ Sorry bro.” He, this time landed two whacks on those two thieves. The thieves, tightened their monkey masks, pushed and locked Ste into the bathroom and escaped in a whisker. RJ stood up rubbing his back, unlocked the bathroom door to find Ste setting his hair, kicked him- “ Idiot.... My back.” Both RJ and Ste then walked to Mr. RiverSoul, who hugged them, thanked them, stood up and walked to the mirror to check out the casualties in his mouth. Though his teeth resembled the ‘Leaning Tower Of Pisa’, he was glad that none were stolen. “Sir, we came here to ask you for permission to let us attend classes tomorrow. We aren’t able to complete the computer program sir.”
“Oh my two golden darlings! You saved my precious teeth…. Shit.. I mean- Oh my two precious darlings! You saved my golden teeth. Forget about the punishment. Come to college tomorrow.”
“Thank you Sir.” Both RJ and Ste left and were now back on the streets.
As they walked along boasting about each other’s heroics, they spotted an advertisement on a compound wall right next to the –“ Do not pass urine here” poster as- “Sandeep Malan’s acting classes.”
“Hey, Sandeep Malan, our princi’s twin brother.!!” Ste jumped excitedly. RJ began to picture himself as a film hero kicking out the baddies and said- “ We shall join Ste. Note the address.”
As a long day came to an end, with bruises here and there, they both walked back home envisioning the silver lining- Sandeep Malan’s acting classes.