'Ahh. Just what I need after a long day.' Nerdyy poured himself a glass of red wine expertly, flipped the TV on and settled back on his couch. The day couldn't have ended sooner. He savoured the aroma of the wine and then took a lingering sip. His eyes slid heavenward in pleasure and then focused onto his TV screen.
'WHHHH!' He spat the wine straight out and stood up staring in shock.
....
'OK, next contestant please!'
The doors opened and a small slender girl entered, walking on high heels that matched her handbag.
'Helllo miss...'
'Whoa! Fit!' She eyed the man behind the desk. 'Who are you?'
'I'm Vishal.' The man raised an eyebrow coolly at her from behind his shades.
'Not you! Him!' She pointed at the man sitting beside her.
'Oye yaar. Today's my lucky day!' The man laughed uproarously. 'I'm the Anu Malik!'
'Whoaa Anu uncle!' she dropped her bag at her feet and broke into song 'Dhuannnnnn dhuannnnnnnn ho raha haiiiiiii samaaaaaaaa......'
She stopped.
Anu Malik looked at her 'Why did you stop singing? Carry on na'
Layla rolled her eyes, 'I didn't come ere to sing! What do you think this is? A singing competition?'
The Indian Idol judges exchanged glances.
'Uh. Yeah. This is Indian Idol, miss. What did you come here for?'
'Someone told me that I could meet famous people. I want to meet Edward.'
'And who is Edward?'
'Wait. Who are you? You look familiar man.' She eyed the man in the cap.
'I am Himesh Resham..'
'Ohh! Ooooooooooooooooooo KAJOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOR OHHH KAJOOOOOOOOOOR!!!!!!' Layla laid into the song, holding her nose for effect.
The other judges burst out laughing as Himesh glared at Layla.
'It is huzoor, beti, huzooor!' He reprimanded with a miffed look.
'So when do I meet Edward?' Layla took out her compact mirror and checked her reflection.
'Miss. WHO is Edward?' Vishal asked her.
Anu added, 'You do realize you're on Live TV also na?'
'I'm on TV!!??????' Layla froze.
....................
'I want to go outside.'
'No.'
'I want to go shopping.'
'No.'
'I want to ride my bike.'
'No.'
'Man! Why won't you let me do anything?!' IQ fumed.
'I told you, you got injured and hit your head.'
'So?' IQ glared from the couch bundled up with what seemed like five million blankets. 'Since when does that mean I can't do ANYTHING?'
'Who said you can't do anything? You can watch TV and eat!' He smiled happily and placed a big bowl of popcorn in front of her.
'EAT! You keep giving me food like..like..like I'm the food bank! And I am sick of your bloody TV!' She grabbed the remote control and threw it across the room. As it hit the wall, the television screen changed from Criminal Minds to another channel.
Smoke sighed and reached over the fetch the remote control. Just then he heard the familiar strains of a Bollywood song being sung out of key. They both swivelled to look at the TV.
Smoke froze and dashed to block the TV and tried frantically to change the channel.
'What are you doing?' IQ asked suspiciously. 'That's Indian Idol. I want to see that!'
'No! You can't.' Smoke gulped.
'Wait. Why won't you let me watch TV now?' IQ eyed her friend closely. She could tell there was something fishy about this.
'Well. It's a... sucky show.' Smoke mumbled.
'Yeah well we've been watching your favourite shows, so let me watch mine!' IQ said with narrowed eyes.
Smoke debated this in his mind. He knew if he didn't this would be another big fight. He sighed and handed her the remote control resignedly. 'Fine, I will just go get some drinks.' He edged out of the room sideways, and when he saw she wasn't looking, he pulled out the plug for the TV and ran for the kitchen.
.................
"What Exciting Happened in Your Last Year? What Are Your New Year Resolutions Based on What Happened?"
Kiara stared at her first assignment of the year in disgust. Either the teachers didn't bother thinking very hard, or they just didn't think.
'Kiara? Is there a problem?' The teacher's voice rose over the bent heads of her classmates.
'Um. No.' She smiled faintly and bent her head down hiding her expression. No problem at all, except this is the sort of assignment we got when we were in 2nd grade! Anyways no one would believe me even if I did write the truth about what happened.
She shrugged to herself, and started writing.
To be continued.
....
'OK, next contestant please!'
The doors opened and a small slender girl entered, walking on high heels that matched her handbag.
'Helllo miss...'
'Whoa! Fit!' She eyed the man behind the desk. 'Who are you?'
'I'm Vishal.' The man raised an eyebrow coolly at her from behind his shades.
'Not you! Him!' She pointed at the man sitting beside her.
'Oye yaar. Today's my lucky day!' The man laughed uproarously. 'I'm the Anu Malik!'
'Whoaa Anu uncle!' she dropped her bag at her feet and broke into song 'Dhuannnnnn dhuannnnnnnn ho raha haiiiiiii samaaaaaaaa......'
She stopped.
Anu Malik looked at her 'Why did you stop singing? Carry on na'
Layla rolled her eyes, 'I didn't come ere to sing! What do you think this is? A singing competition?'
The Indian Idol judges exchanged glances.
'Uh. Yeah. This is Indian Idol, miss. What did you come here for?'
'Someone told me that I could meet famous people. I want to meet Edward.'
'And who is Edward?'
'Wait. Who are you? You look familiar man.' She eyed the man in the cap.
'I am Himesh Resham..'
'Ohh! Ooooooooooooooooooo KAJOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOR OHHH KAJOOOOOOOOOOR!!!!!!' Layla laid into the song, holding her nose for effect.
The other judges burst out laughing as Himesh glared at Layla.
'It is huzoor, beti, huzooor!' He reprimanded with a miffed look.
'So when do I meet Edward?' Layla took out her compact mirror and checked her reflection.
'Miss. WHO is Edward?' Vishal asked her.
Anu added, 'You do realize you're on Live TV also na?'
'I'm on TV!!??????' Layla froze.
....................
'I want to go outside.'
'No.'
'I want to go shopping.'
'No.'
'I want to ride my bike.'
'No.'
'Man! Why won't you let me do anything?!' IQ fumed.
'I told you, you got injured and hit your head.'
'So?' IQ glared from the couch bundled up with what seemed like five million blankets. 'Since when does that mean I can't do ANYTHING?'
'Who said you can't do anything? You can watch TV and eat!' He smiled happily and placed a big bowl of popcorn in front of her.
'EAT! You keep giving me food like..like..like I'm the food bank! And I am sick of your bloody TV!' She grabbed the remote control and threw it across the room. As it hit the wall, the television screen changed from Criminal Minds to another channel.
Smoke sighed and reached over the fetch the remote control. Just then he heard the familiar strains of a Bollywood song being sung out of key. They both swivelled to look at the TV.
Smoke froze and dashed to block the TV and tried frantically to change the channel.
'What are you doing?' IQ asked suspiciously. 'That's Indian Idol. I want to see that!'
'No! You can't.' Smoke gulped.
'Wait. Why won't you let me watch TV now?' IQ eyed her friend closely. She could tell there was something fishy about this.
'Well. It's a... sucky show.' Smoke mumbled.
'Yeah well we've been watching your favourite shows, so let me watch mine!' IQ said with narrowed eyes.
Smoke debated this in his mind. He knew if he didn't this would be another big fight. He sighed and handed her the remote control resignedly. 'Fine, I will just go get some drinks.' He edged out of the room sideways, and when he saw she wasn't looking, he pulled out the plug for the TV and ran for the kitchen.
.................
"What Exciting Happened in Your Last Year? What Are Your New Year Resolutions Based on What Happened?"
Kiara stared at her first assignment of the year in disgust. Either the teachers didn't bother thinking very hard, or they just didn't think.
'Kiara? Is there a problem?' The teacher's voice rose over the bent heads of her classmates.
'Um. No.' She smiled faintly and bent her head down hiding her expression. No problem at all, except this is the sort of assignment we got when we were in 2nd grade! Anyways no one would believe me even if I did write the truth about what happened.
She shrugged to herself, and started writing.
To be continued.
