LIFE OF FI.....(FIVE) ;)

CHAPTER-3

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As we ran back to our class room, Sister Rita called us to meet her .

"You people come to my home , today evening" she said ."Ma'am, we ourselves wanted to meet you and discuss about the show " started Pragathi. "We'll be there by 5 pm ma'am, thank you for choosing us " I said. 

"You all are my children, whom else would I help ?". said Sister Rita and gave us all a pat on our backs . And we were off to go to our classroom.

As I  had said before, our classroom is the most interesting place in St Patrick's . The walls are filled with many chart works and provoking thoughts from The Bible, written in colourful cards

As we entered the classrooom , four pair of eyes were beaming at us.

"Hi girls, seems like you have some news to tell ,huh" quipped Ashish Singhania a.k.a Ash.He is like a big brother - figure for us and even adopted Zara as his own little sister. He towers us all  by almost twice. He is a bit atheist and have quite revolutionary ideals . He is very different from us , yet he is similar to us.

"Yes Bhaijaan, we are given an assignment - kind of thing . But we are not allowed to tell anyone about it." replied Zara. Bhaijaan mean brother in Urdu, her mother tougue

"does the project have anything to do with technology and science, Kia" Uday asked me. Uday Chopra is techie-freak and the "Einstein" of our class.He has the brains fitting for a genius and likes being quirky at all times.He is a bit theoretical (clearly an understatement) in explaining things. Whatever he is , he is our great friend. "kind of .............., we might need your help, genius" teased Zara . The word "genius"is a word to purely get under Uday's skin.

"may I help you , Miss Menon" Keshav feigned a knight-like bow to Prags . Now Keshav is this porcupine-headed, dimple - cheek dude who have a copyright of "1001 ways to pull Pragathi's leg. He portrays the" modern guy" look wherever he goes.

These four are the extended hands of our"gang".We all hang for lunch together. We pull each other's leg , but we are always there for each other.One of my daily prayers is that no force should break our bond.

"Chalo, let's have lunch " Yaz concluded with a fitting sentence. After all, food comes first , all the rest follows it.[WE COULDN'T RELISH JOSEPH'S PIZZA AND BHELPURI.........Awwwwww, man :( ]

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When the bell rang , signaling the end of that day at 3:15 pm, everyone scurried out of the classroom except for the five of us. "let's meet at Rashid Uncle's cool bar" I said ."but I have to go to home! my van would be waitng for me " cried Zara . Her place is a bit farther from St. Patrick's. So it will be us four who will be talking to Sister Rita.

By the time I came home , Prateek had reached and changed into his favourite t-shirt. Prateek and I are bonded by a wonderful relationship. He is my younger brother He is five year junior to me and yet he behave\s like a responsible elder brother.

"Why are you late ,Kia?" Prateek questioned me , his arms crossed like Severus Snape ."Special class, bro .... and hey guess what............"" you got selected for some activity at school , Am I right ?" he end ed it for me . He knows me very well, he does.

"You're right .I haven't got much time , got to go to Sister Rita's place . I have already told Maa about it and I  have got cornpuffs for youn , eat it. Understood?" I said 

"Kia , take a chill pill, I'll be fine By the way , thanks for the cornpuffs." He saiud and turned back to the PC to continue his Shadow Fight game.

I halted at Rashid Uncle's cool bar . The place looked inviting , as always . Rashid Uncle is very caring and always have a smile pasted on his face.

"Hi beti , it has been a long time since I had seen you the last time ."he asked . I had no answers so I just gave an impish smile . "how's your brother ?"

"all are fine uncle , thank you . um.......can I just wait here for some time .......it's my friends .....I am waiting for them .........."I paused. "No problem beti , feel at home' he replied and went away to attend his customers . 

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When we reached her home , she was sitting on the white swing on the terrace . .This place hasn't changed a bit .the last time ,we came here was for giving her a surprise birthday party with the rest of the class.she looked down and signaled us to come upstairs.

"praise the Lord , ma'am" we gave a chorus . "The Lord shall be praised , girls , I have to tell you all about the radio show" she replied

"Yes ma'ma , we are all ears" replied Prags.

"look girls, you must have heard of Biga Big FM station , right. Well, they have selected our school  from the  entire of Shimla and has given a golden opportunity to organize and help the RJs for their show for an entire week  in the month of January . So our Chairman has decided to select ten students of class 11 .  When she asked sister Margaret, she turned to me. The first people whom I could think of were you five. When I told her about you people, she readily agreed and instantly give your names to the chairman. So, I need you five to get the other five names and make this project a huge success. "

All this time we were just staring our eyes out. An internship like offer at Biga Big FM.

"Whoa" Yaz exclaimed "This sounds like a big thing." "And we'll do our best" I said.

"But Ma'am, what does this project have to do with charity ", asked Pragati.

" Oh! I'm sorry, I almost forgot about that, when we contacted the FM station, they graciously offered us that every song that they play that week, would be dedicated to the missionary and it's children."

"Oh" we all said.

"OK girls, be careful about who you choose, remember, the pride of St. Patrick is now in your hands." She said it with an air of importance.

"Yes Ma'am" we replied gleefully.

We came out of her house and rode back together. All this time, we didn't even utter a word lost in our own thoughts.

But before split our paths, Prags said "Lets con - call, 7pm sharp."

We all nodded in unison and we went to our homes.

After relishing a bowl of noodles, I sat across the landline and dialed to call Zara. I filled her in with the knowledge that we gained at sister Rita's place.

"This means we have to start right away" she asked. I could detect the tint of surprise and eagerness in her tone. "Yeah" I groaned.

"Well then get started, Ms. Kia Jain" she blared.

"You too, Ms Zara Khan" I blared in reply.

We both waited in silently for sometime and then started giggling madly. She hung the phone.

My mum came out of the kitchen, a bit shocked from our giggling. She stared at me for some time and went back into the kitchen.

"Get to work, Kia" said an inner voice. I nodded my head in reply.

Work mode On....

Author's note 

hey all . sorry this chap took a pretty long time to co me out . It's all because of my stupid computer  which didn't let me to complete the writing. 

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