Thursday, 20 September 2018

part 32 : To Err is Human

SHOPPING:

One secret we don't know about our very own Dr Armaan Mallik is his passion for shopping! Unlike most men, Armaan is a shopaholic! He can shop….shop…shop….and shop. Unfortunately, internship at Sanjeevani and his affair with Riddhima had distracted him from his favorite hobby for awhile but once he set foot in Goa, his wallet started itching in his pocket and soon after breakfast next morning, he drove them all too the largest shopping complex in Goa.


"Armaan…..kahan jaa rahe ho?" Riddhima asked as Armaan walked into umpteenth store that morning.

"Riddhima….dekho kitni sunder dresses hain yahan….hey I want you to wear one tonight….we all have reservations at this cool place for dinner….kya naam hai uska Angad?" Armaan scratched his head.




"Mujhey kya pata? Yeh reservations ka chakkar tum badhe log hi karte ho….I just walk in where I need to go," Angad smirked a little. Kripa was surprised at Angad's response. She had noticed that each time Armaan's credit card was swiped by a store owner, Angad's jaws clenched just a little tighter. Angad's subtle sarcasms on Armaan's spendthrift ways did not escape Kripa's attention. Thankfully, Armaan had chosen to ignore Angad's comments as 'Angad being his usual cynical self.'


"Yaad aaya….Hotel Cool River…..it's got the best seafood guys….and the best night club in town….I am so looking forward to it!" Armaan sounded excited. A reluctant Angad followed Armaan into the women's apparel store.


Kripa grabbed Angad's hand after she sensed his hesitation, "Angad….we don't need to go into every store…..hum kahin aur chalte hain….dekho wahan ice cream truck khada hai…I wouldn't mind an ice cream." Kripa was aware that Angad felt uncomfortable each time Armaan took his wallet out from his pocket. Armaan never thought twice about the price tag or the total bill of his purchases, which ranged from numerous t-shirts, beach shorts, trendy shades, knick knacks to gift his friends and family, the famous Cashew liqueur from Goa, latest music CDs of local bands or anything a shopkeeper might push in front of him.



"Nahin yaar….tu bhi chal….kya Kripa ke liye dress nahin select karega?" Armaan pulled his friend back into the store.



"Nahin Armaan….main is type ki dresses nahin pehenti," Kripa pulled Angad's arm towards her, "let's go Angad…..I don't want to shop here."



"Come on Kripa….try karne mein kya harz hai? I know both you and Riddhima will look gorgeous," Armaan smiled at both of them.



Angad smiled and nodded his head as he imagined Kripa in a black sleeveless knee length dress draped on a mannequin at the window, "haan Kripa….please mere liye try karlo na."




"Yes Kripa…..it will be fun….yahan aur kaun aane waala hai? Hum hi tho hain," Riddhima nudged her friend.



Kripa had no choice but to agree. Both women stepped out of the changing room and displayed their beautiful evening dresses to the men- Riddhima in red and Kripa in black rendered them speechless for a few moments. With their jaws to their knees, the men were mesmerized by the ravishing and stunning beauties in front of them. Angad's frustration at Armaan's shopaholicism had vanished in thin air after setting his eyes on his ladylove.



"You look beautiful," he came closer and brushed his fingers against her bare arms. Kripa lowered her eyes bashfully, a bit awkward in the short dress.



"Yes Kripa….you look great….don't be too conscious," Riddhima reassured her.



Kripa admired Riddhima's tall and lean figure in the red dress, "you look wonderful Riddhima….na jaane mere bhai ka kya haal hone waala hai aaj."




To everyone's surprise, instead of Armaan's admiring glance, he was back at the cash register paying the bill for the dresses. Angad's face fell as he saw Armaan pay for both dresses. Armaan knew that Angad would not be able to afford Kripa's dress, so he had taken it upon himself to pay for both outfits before anyone could protest.



Once the women went back to the changing rooms, Angad walked over towards Armaan, "yaar….let me pay for Kripa's dress…do you think I can't afford it?"




Armaan was a bit taken aback; he glanced at Angad, "yaar…aisi baat kyun karta hai? Par Kripa meri bhi tho kuch lagti hai….don't worry about it….I got it man."



"Armaan! What are you trying to prove here man? I know you are a Richie rich guy….but that does not give you the right to walk over other people! You don't have to flaunt your wealth everywhere!" Angad's nostrils flared in anger. A stunned Armaan stared at his enraged friend's face, "yeh…yeh kya keh raha hai tu? I am not showing off…..I am just buying gifts for my friends…..I love doing that….apne doston ko khush dekhna mujhey achcha lagta hai yaar."



"I should be the one buying this dress for Kripa……aakhir ab wo meri responsibility hai…….let me pay for her dress," he shoved Armaan aside and asked the shopkeeper to cancel the previous bill.



"Yaar…..you are making a big deal out of this…..this dress is expensive man….you won't be able to afford it," Armaan placed his hand on Angad's shoulder. Little did he know that he had touched a sore chord in Angad's life. After being ridiculed all life for being 'poor' 'cannot afford anything' 'tujh se zyaada tho hamare naukar chaakar kamaate hain' …..hurtful words he had grown up with, Armaan's words uncovered old wounds of condemnation and incrimination once again.




"It's not a big deal for affluent people like you…..you guys just know how to humiliate people like us!"



Armaan's heart froze at Angad's harsh words. He could empathize with what Kripa might have gone through just a few days ago. Armaan swallowed his pride and tears and turned around at the shopkeeper, "sorry….we changed our mind…..these dresses are not worth it…please return them….and refund my money."



"Kyun sir? Madam tho bahut achcha lag raha tha dress mein," the shopkeeper reasoned with him.



"I want my refund!" Armaan yelled back. An infuriated Angad just left the store and sat on a bench pounding his fists against his knees. He was upset at himself, upset at losing control over his insecurities and complexes. Armaan was just trying to help, why did he lose his temper at his best friend?



"Koi baat nahin yaar….don't be upset….it's my fault," Armaan placed his arm around Angad and sat next to him, "chal ice cream khaate hain."


Angad looked up and was amazed at how calm and unperturbed Armaan was, even after their little argument in the store.



"Why are you not upset with me?" Angad asked.



"I am upset at myself man….I guess I have always taken money for granted…..never realized that everyone is not as fortunate as me….sorry yaar…..chal bhookh lag rahi hai," Armaan patted Angad's back and headed for the ice cream truck. Angad's anger melted as fast as it had appeared.



"I want a Pistachio flavor…..aur paise in saheb se lena," Armaan pointed at Angad as he walked towards the truck. Angad shook his head and paid for the ice cream cones, "yaar Armaan….tujhey tho Psychiatrist ban na chaahiye."




Armaan's lips froze on the melting cone as Angad's suggestion came as a pleasant surprise. He glanced up and stared at Angad, "you think so?"




"You bet…..you know how to make people feel good and forget their miseries…..yeh kaam sirf ek psychiatrist hi kar sakta hai….mere jaisa tho hanste khelte insaan ko dukhi kar de." The two friends burst into laughter at Angad's self confession and gave each other a high five.




The women ran out of the store, surprised at being left alone, "yeh akele akele ice cream kaise khaa rahe ho? What about us?" Kripa asked.



"Hamari dresses?" Riddhima enquired.



"What flavor would you like ladies?" Angad asked. He knew he was partly responsible for the dress fiasco, but had decided to leave the matter alone for now. He knew one day, when he was a successful doctor, he would be able to afford not only those dresses but much more.



"No dresses…..tum log churidaar suits mein hi achchi lagti ho," Armaan licked on his ice cream.




"What? I thought we looked great in the dresses….kyun Kripa?" Riddhima was disappointed.



Kripa saw the exchange of glances between the men. She understood something had transpired between them while they were in the changing room, but she was glad that whatever it was, the men had sorted it out amicably. Kripa gave Armaan a gentle nod, grateful that he had handled Angad's temper harmoniously.


"Nahin Riddhima…..I was uncomfortable in that dress." Kripa scrunched her nose and checked out the ice cream flavors.




"Aur tumhein dekhkar main uncomfortable ho raha tha," Armaan winked at Riddhima.


"Tum kyun uncomfortable ho rahe the?" Riddhima was surprised.


"Sweetheart….itni sexy lagogi tho mere bechare dil ka kya haal hoga? Phir tho honeymoon aaj hi celebrate karna padhega." Armaan pouted mischievously.



They all burst out in laughter at Armaan's playfulness and enjoyed their ice cream cones on the hot and humid afternoon.


BEACH:


After lunch, they all hit the beach. The men swam and surfed in the water as the women sipped their drinks and settled down with books under the umbrellas. Armaan and Angad flaunted their chiseled bodies in their swimming trunks but the women were least impressed, or at least they pretended to ignore them. Kripa, dressed in capris and a sleeveless top, while Riddhima in short skirt and a tank top, furtively glanced at the men when they were not looking. Armaan and Angad were well aware that though the women seemed nonchalant, they were secretly admiring their physiques and well toned bodies.




Later, they hired a speed boat and enjoyed a ride over the gentle waves but other surfers and other speed boats intermittently threw them off balance forcing the women to shriek, yell and end up in their men's arms. By the end of the afternoon, they were all drenched, tanned and covered in sand from head to toe. They went back to the beach house and collapsed into their beds for a lazy afternoon nap.




Please enjoy this song from 'Thoda Pyar thoda magic' which describes the lazy moments they all enjoyed that afternoon…


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dYK-7ilgeEY

http://www.imeem.com/pashtomusic/music/cMEu60Vi/bollywood_la zy_lamhe_dj_aqeel_remix/



beete sarak sarak ke, dekho ye lazy lamhe…
chalte khisak khisak ke ye lazy lamhe,
lazy lamhe
kaisi liye khumaari, dekho ye lazy lamhe…
palkein bhaari bhaari ye lazy lamhe,
dheela chhodd khudko aa tu ungliyaan phiraa…
phiraa…
hasraton ki rasmein tu badan pe likh ja…
likh ja…
dhadkan hai, oo-oo-oo-oo…
thehri si, oo-oo-oo-oo…
saansein hain, oo-oo-oo-oo…
gehri si…. oo-oo-oo-oo…
yeh….
ye lazy lazy lamhe…
lazy lamhe-yeh….
ye lazy lazy lamhe…
lazy lamhe
beete sarak sarak ke, dekho ye lazy lamhe…
chalte khisak khisak ke ye lazy lamhe,
lazy lamhe
kaisi liye khumaari, dekho ye lazy lamhe…
palkein bhaari bhaari ye lazy lamhe,
yeh….
ye lazy lazy lamhe…
lazy lamhe-yeh….
yeh…. ye lazy lazy lamhe…
lazy lamhe
ye lazy… lazy… lamhe…
ye lazy… lazy… lamhe…
rut hai ye rut, iss-se kaam le zaraa…
o zaraa
letaa hai bagal mein mausam, thaam le zaraa…
jaam de zaraa…
rut hai ye rut, iss-se kaam le zaraa…
o zaraa
letaa hai bagal mein mausam, thaam le zaraa…
jaam de zaraa…
aalsi tammanaa hai, to aankhon se tu pii…
pii…
aarzu pighalne de aur haule haule jii…
sharaabi, oo-oo-oo-oo…
har mann hai, oo-oo-oo-oo…
behki si, oo-oo-oo-oo…
sargam haioo-oo-oo-oo…
yeh….
ye lazy lazy lamhe…
lazy lamhe-yeh….
ye lazy lazy lamhe…
lazy lamhe
morr ke kamar, ke koi dil dhoond le…
dhoond le…
hothon ke kareeb manzil dhoond le…
dhoond le…
morr ke kamar, ke koi dil dhoond le…
dhoond le…
hothon ke kareeb manzil dhoond le…
dhoond le…
nasheela sa koi manzar dhoond le…
morr ke kamar, ke koi dil dhoond le…
dhoond le…
hothon ke kareeb manzil dhoond le…
dhoond le…
zulfon ke paas ikk ghar dhoond le…
morr ke kamar, ke koi dil dhoond le…
dhoond le…
hothon ke kareeb manzil dhoond le…
dhoond le…
resham sa, lazy lamhe…
gunaah kar, lazy lamhe…
gungunee…lazy lamhe…
si chaahat kar….
yeh….
ye lazy lazy lamhe…
lazy lamhe-yeh….
ye lazy lazy lamhe…
lazy lamhe
beete sarak sarak ke, dekho ye lazy lamhe…
chalte khisak khisak ke ye lazy lamhe,
kaisi liye khumaari, dekho ye lazy lamhe…
palkein bhaari bhaari ye lazy lamhe,
lazy lamhe
dheela chhodd khudko aa tu ungliyaan phiraa…
hasraton ki rasmein tu badan pe likh ja…
likh ja…
dhadkan hai, oo-oo-oo-oo…
thehri si, oo-oo-oo-oo…
saansein hain, oo-oo-oo-oo…
gehri si…. oo-oo-oo-oo…
yeh….
ye lazy lazy lamhe…
lazy lamhe-yeh….
ye lazy lazy lamhe…
lazy lamhe
spend some lazy lamhe with me…


After their lazy nap, they sat around on the porch and admired the beautiful horizon as the sun plunged it's final rays into the Arabian Sea.


Armaan sipped on his beer and pondered philosophically, "kitni ajab baat hai na ki hum chaaron itne kum waqt mein itne achche dost ban gaye……it seems like we have known each other forever."



"You are right Armaan…..itne achche dost tho mujhey school aur college mein bhi nahin mile," Kripa agreed.



"And the amazing part is that we are all so different from each other," Riddhima sipped on her coke and sighed.




"I don't consider you guys my friends…..you are my family," Angad stretched his legs and placed them on Kripa's lap. Kripa smiled and playfully slapped the bottom of his feet, "tabhie tho itne haq se apne pair meri godh mein rakh lete ho."




"Why not?" Angad pulled his legs away, turned around and placed his head on her lap, "haq tho poora hai madam…..ab chaahe tumhein pasand ho ya nahin ho…..I have a headache…..thoda sir dabaa do please."




Kripa ran her fingers through his thick hair and massaged his scalp gently. Armaan got his cue and ended up in the same position on Riddhima's lap, "Riddhima….I need a scalp massage too….mere bhi sir mein dard ho raha hai." Riddhima glared at him, "yeh achchi baat hai…..meri godh mein aane ka achcha bahaana dhoondha hai."




"Arre yaar…..consider this your privilege Riddhima……warna Mumbai aur Goa ki ladkiyan line banaa kar khadi ho jaati mera sir dabaane ko."



"Yeah right!" Riddhima smacked his head gently but continued to massage him till he was half asleep in her soft and warm lap.



"Kripa……ek baat batao," Angad gazed into her eyes as she brushed her fingers through his hair.


"Hmm?"


"Why did you fall in love with me?"



She pondered at his question for a few minutes and then chuckled, "I fell in love with the tender hearted man inside the tough exterior….garam dimaag waala lekin naram dilwaala!"



"And Riddhima….how about you?" Angad looked across the table at the other couple.




Riddhima blushed a little and then ran her finger across Armaan's face, "because Armaan knows how to make me happy…..I feel liberated with him………I don't have to pretend to be someone else…..I don't have to please anyone……I am myself when Armaan is around me."



"Hai main mar jawaan!" Armaan peered through his half open eye, "kitni soni soni baatein kardi hain hamari kudiyan….main te nihaal ho gaya si!"




Kripa and Riddhima could not help giggling at Armaan's remark.


"Achcha Angad…..why did you fall in love with Kripa?" Riddhima asked innocently.



Angad sat up and smiled mischievously, "you want to know the real reason?"



"Of course we do!" the women replied in unison.



"BECAUSE SHE IS HOT!" He chuckled loudly and gulped down his water bottle. The women were aghast and then looked at Armaan, "and you Armaan….why did you fall in love?" They asked. Armaan sat up and gulped down his beer, "BECAUSE RIDDHIMA IS HOT!"


The women had turned red from embarrassment.



"Is that all you care about?" Kripa was mortified.


"Kya hamari sirf itni kadar hai aap logon ko?" Riddhima was appalled.




"HAAN!" The men nodded and shrugged their shoulders, "we are men….we have a one track mind." Angad chuckled again, "aur haan….agar jhooth sun na hai tho suno," he sat down next to Kripa and gazed into her eyes, "I fell in love with your eyes…..kyunki tumhari aankhein kabhie jhooth nahin bolti….tumhare dil ka haal tumhari aankhon se padh leta hoon main….chaahe tumhari zubaan kuch bhi kahe…..aankhein hamesha sach bolti hain."


Kripa blushed at his comment and sighed with relief; after all there was more to her than just her external beauty that must have attracted Angad to her, "thanks Angad." She said softly.



"Dekha….kaise hamare jhooth se yeh ladies pagal ban jaati hain," Angad winked at Armaan.



"Kya kaha?" Kripa threw a cushion at Angad.



"It's a fact of life Kripaaaa," Angad ducked behind Armaan and ran inside to save his skin. Kripa followed him to the kitchen where he grabbed her and showered her with his kisses, "you women…..thoda sa mazaak nahin le sakti ho?"



"Yeh mazaak hai? Hum koi restaurant ka khaana hain kya? Hot or cold?" Kripa slapped his hands around her waist.



"Uffo baba…..maaf karo meri jaan….achcha ab sach bataaun?" He pulled her closer.



"Haan…..sach….aur sirf sach," she pouted her lips.



"I love you because….because….because….you are HOT!"



"YOOUUUUU!" Kripa pounded his chest with her tiny fists and then broke out in laughter on his chest, "Men will be men…."



"Yes….and you women will be women," and embraced her snugly.


"Armaan….say you love me more than just for my looks?" Riddhima pleaded as they stayed back in the porch.




"Of course Riddhima……ek tum hi tho ho jo mujhey samajhti hai…..mere andar ke Armaan ko pehchaanti hai……you love me for the man I am…..and not what I should or could be," he caressed her face tenderly and kissed her eyes, "but the real reason....I really love you….is…is because," he whispered softly in her ear, 'because you are too HOT!"


Riddhima pushed him away with all her force, "badmaash kahin ke!" and ran inside.



"Maine kab kaha main shareef hoon?" Armaan followed her.



Riddhima paused at the kitchen door when she spotted Angad and Kripa in each other's arms.


"Chalo hum bhi ek doosre ko gale lagaa lete hain…..maamle ko yahin khatam kar dete hain," Armaan pulled her closer.



"Looks like Kripa and I have been trapped by both you gundas," Riddhima chuckled softly.



"Sorry sweetheart…..ab is janam mein tho yeh gunde hi naseeb mein aayenge aap logon ke," Armaan embraced her and kissed her forehead as she relaxed in his arms.


…………………………………………………………………….

THEIR LAST EVENING IN GOA:

After their little men verses women teasing session, the foursome ended up at a small local restaurant instead of the upscale 'Cool River' where Armaan had made reservations. For a change, Armaan let Angad decide the venue and the menu instead of making decisions on their behalf. The women were just happy to tag along wherever the men took them. The four of them even decided to go dutch this time instead of Armaan taking care of the bill as always. Kripa noticed that Angad was more relaxed with this arrangement and silently thanked Armaan for understanding his friend's psyche so well.

After dinner, they strolled into a karaoke bar where they sang, danced and enjoyed themselves till the wee hours of the morning.



…………to be contd…….next part Riddhima and Kripa's parents and their reactions…….

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