Tom And Jerry Duo
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25. Tom And Jerry Duo
Rabnoor P.O.V.
Today was the one of the most wonderful day of my life. And I am feeling very happy so I thought why not share this happiness with my family members.
After all it is such a big opportunity for me. And for such big news, sweets are must to have.
So on the way back home, I stopped by a Sweets Shop to buy some sweets.
I bought box of Laddo for my family.
As I reached home, I was greeted by my lovely Mom.
"Sat Sri Akaal mumma" I said with the biggest smile on my face and pulled her in a bone crushing hug.
(“Sat Sri Akaal” is a greeting exchanged with everyone in the Sikh community. )
"Oh ho ji....Koi te aaj bahut kush lag reha hai...Ki gal ho gyi?...meri lado inni kush...waheguru ji nazar na lag jave meri bachi nu". My mom said to me admiring the happy look on my face.
(Oh ho…someone is looking very happy today…What is the matter?....My doll is so happy…Waheguru ji (God) saves you from all evil eyes.)
"Mumma...Mumma aaj mein inni kush haan, ki mein aap nu das vi ni sakdi" I said jumping in happiness and twirled my mom along with me by holding her both arms.
(Mom…Mom today I am so happy, that I can't even tell you.)
"Oh te mein dekh hi ri haan...par hun dase gi vi… Ki aaj ki hogeya?…. Ki meri Noor injh nachi ja rhi hai….te naal menu vi nachayi ja rhi hai?" She asked me the reason for my happiness.
(That I can see….but now will you tell me….What has happened today?....That my Noor is dancing like this…. and making me also dance too?)
"Pehle daso, Papa and veerji aagye office toh?" I asked excitedly.
(First tell me is Papa and Brother are back from work or not?)
(VEER JI means Brother in Punjabi)
"Hanji....Change kar rhe ne." She replied me back.
(Yes… They are changing)
"Okay then" I said and started shouting..."PAPA, VEERJI...JALDI AAO."
(PAPA, BROTHER…COME FAST)
Within seconds they came there running.
Panic on their faces and they were looking at me concerned.
My father hold me from my arms and started examining me from head to toe as if looking for anything unusual but they didn't find anything.
"What happened Noor?..... Why were you shouting?"
This was my veerji, Kamal.
"Tu theek to hai mera bacha……ki hoya?"
(Are you okay my child……What happened?)
And this was my Papa.
Looking at their panic faces, I started laughing.
"Is this seems funny to you? On first basis you called us like you are in some trouble or pain and now you are laughing? Are you out of your mind?"
After hearing my brother's speech no actually it was more of like scolding, my laughter died instantly.
I immediately lowered my head and eyes on his reaction and then I looked up to my Papa for some help.
It is in our culture that whenever any elder is saying something or say scolding any younger to them; the younger should never answer them in reverse let alone show any anger and disapproval.
And I was doing the same.
After sensing that I am looking to him for some help, my father snapped back on veerji.
“KAMAL….pehle te, kinni waar daseya mein ki ghar vich saare Punjabi che gal karangey…te dujhi,….. koi apni choti bhen de naal injh gal karda hai?….Usnu bolan te de ki oh kyun saanu bula rhi si?”
(KAMAL(Rabnoor’s brother)…..Firstly, how many times I need to tell that all will speak only Punjabi at house….and secondly,… who talks like this to his younger sister?.... Let her at least tell us why she was calling us?)
“Sorry” he said in a low voice.
“Hmmm… hun das meri lado,....ki hoya?....aur eh laddo kis layi le ke aayi si?” Papa asked me for reason I was shouting and also wanted to know about laddos that were still in my hands.
(Hmmm….now tell me my doll,….What happened? …..And why you brought these laddo today? )
As per their questions, I told them everything about the meeting that happened this morning.
As soon as I narrated the entire incident to my family, except my encounter with Sid, I was taken into a warm embrace by my father.
He patted my back and said, “Oye shabaash mera Puttar…shabaash….Menu pata si ki mere dono bache mera sir garv naal hor uchcha karange....” and then he leaned back holding my arms in his both hands. I saw so much pride in his eyes.
(Puttar is said in Punjabi for son or child)
(Oye well done my child….well done….I knew that one day both of my children would raise my head with pride…)
“Dono???”
(Both???)
I asked confused eyeing between my Mumma and Papa. Papa just nodded his head in agreement more like clearing my confusion and my lovely Mumma just giggled suppressing her grin.
“Hnji Puttar ji dono…Tere veerji nu vi aaj ….oh ki kehnde ho tusi….haan promotion mileya hai” Papa announced this very delightedly.
(Yes my child….Your brother also got …Oh what you say that….Yes he got Promotion)
“Papa ji, Promotion nahi appraisal…. Salary vich increment hoya hai…. mera matlab hai salary vadd gyi hai” he cleared to all of us.
(Papa ji, it’s not promotion it is Appraisal ….i got increment in my I salary…or in simple I got a raise in salary)
“Oh wow veerji, this is such a great news…”I said excitedly
“NOOOOR…..PUNJABI” my Papa reminded me.
“Oh Sorry…..eh lo chalo saare muh mittha karo….menu pakka pata hai ….veerji te kuch le ke ni aaya hona…lo Papa ji pehle aap laddoo khao.” I said holding a laddo in my fingers and raising it to my father’s mouth which he took gladly.
(Oh sorry….now let’s have some sweets…. I am sure that…veerji may not have brought anything….so Papa first you have this laddo)
“mein inna bewakoof vi ni haan ki aise mauke te khaali haath aa java” my veerji said me and went to kitchen and came back holding two big boxes of ice cream.
(I am not that fool to come home empty handed on such occasion)
“Wow ice cream” I jumped in happiness.
“Eh wali Mumma te Papa ji layi hai” he said holding out the vanilla flavoured ice cream and gave it to Mumma.
(This one is for Mumma and Papa)
“Te eh wali mein khawanga oh vi akele” (And I will eat this one all alone)
He said holding the other tub of chocolate chip flavoured ice cream to his chest and then he stick out his tongue to me.
He knows that chocolate Chip ice cream is my favorite and I can do anything for it. That is why he is playing such tricks with me.
“Papa ji dekho na veerji nu” (Papa ji see what veerji is doing)
I said pointing my index finger in veerji’s direction.
My Papa just raised his hands showing that he can't do anything in this.
That means I have to tackle this in my own way.
‘Fine’ I thought
I picked up a cushion from the sofa and threw it in my brother’s direction, which he anticipated and dodged easily.
“Veerji oh meri ice cream hai,… menu de do” (Veerji that is my ice cream…and give it to me)
I said grabbing and throwing another cushion towards him and he dodged again but now he started running and I started chasing him picking up the remote control of T.V.
He saw me picking up remote control.
“Dekh Noor … remote nahi, remote nahi” (Look Noor….No remote, no remote)
And I threw remote on him and he caught it.
‘This is it!’
‘Argh’
Now I looked for some other thing to throw on him and I saw his mobile lying on side table near sofa.
‘Yay…. I got a golden ticket’
‘ab kaha jayega bachke???’
(Where will you go now???)
I thought smirking in his direction and he was looking at me confused as he was trying to analysize what is playing in my head.
“Veerji….” I said in a challenging tone and wiggling my brows.
I caught his mobile and raised my hand showing him his mobile. I saw as his jaw dropped open and his eyes widened in horror.
“NO WAY NOOR…”
“Okay I quit …I quit….and you won…Okay…..now take your ice cream and give me my phone back….please.” he said last part almost pleading.
“That sounds like a deal….” I said grabbing the ice cream tub from his hand and giving back his phone to him.
“By the way I was not going to throw your mobile…..I was just informing you that there was a message blinking on your screen from Rajveer” I turned back and ran off from there.
“You cunning fox…” I heard him behind my back.
“Correction…its Vixen” I said and stick out my tongue.
‘Well who is this Rajveer??’
I thought and made a mental note to ask Veerji about him.
“Ho gayi tuhadi Tom and Jerry wali ladayiaan???....Hun Roti Khayiye??...Ya Laddo te Ice Cream naal hi kam chalana pena hai??” my Mumma ask this to me with a smile playing on her lips.
(Are you both done with your Tom and Jerry Fight??....Shall we have dinner now??....Or else we have to fill our stomach with these Laddo and Ice Cream???)
“Hanji ….Karde haan Dinner” I said smiling sheepishly.
(Yes….Lets have dinner)
After enjoying dinner with my family, I am going to sleep early as I need a proper rest.
During the dinner, my mother told me that this Saturday there will be the ROKA CEREMONY of Preet (Rabnoor’s Cousin).
Tomorrow it can be an exhausting day for me as I need to go for shopping with Preet and Aunt tomorrow to buy her an outfit for the ceremony.
(Roka Ceremony is one of the most significant ceremonies that take place before an Indian wedding.
This ceremony brings about the official announcement of the consent of both the boy and the girl for getting married to each other.
It can be considered as Stamping the Boy and the Girl with the Title of “BOOKED AND ENGAGED”.
Both the families gather together for the first time and exchange sweets, gifts, dry fruits, etc. with each other and also bless the couple who will soon be getting married.
An Ardaas is performed in Gurudwara Sahib according to the Punjabi rituals and traditions in the presence of Guru Granth Sahib ji announcing the roka ceremony of the couple.)
I refused at first to go for shopping but my mom insisted on me going with Preet.
And I can't say no to her.
So I will have to take a half day off from my office to go with her in afternoon.
After doing the night time routine, I quickly did short prayer and lay down on my bed to sleep.
As I closed my eyes, flashes from today’s incident came in front of my eyes.
Everything especially that happened with Sid and me.
His talks, his cute hazel green eyes, his handsome looks and his smirk no actually his smile.
“i***t” it was the only word escaped from my mouth while I was thinking about him. Unknowingly a smile was plastered on my lips.
“s**t…”
‘What the hell’
‘Why am I thinking about him like this?’
‘No …I shouldn’t be thinking about anyone like this.’
‘I AM NOT ALLOWED TO THINK LIKE THAT.’
‘I CAN'T LET HISTORY REPEAT ITSELF.’
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