Kiara~

"I am bored."

No surprises there.

"Let's play something?"

Dropping my phone back into my bag, I turned and asked, "Mafia?". As the majority said no, we decided to sit there doing nothing. Out of the blue, someone suggested, "Damsharas?"

"Rhea, it is dumb charades."

"Hamare yaha damsharas hee chalta hai. Live with it."
[Here it is damsharas.]

And that's how we were flocked at the back of our class, occupying two rows. Other than ten-twelve people, the whole class was divided into two teams. Laysa, Amaya and few others on one side, while me, Jivika and the rest formed the other team. Amaya had her hand raised.

"Guys, we'll act first."

With that, we were busy trying to come up with tough movies for our opposition. Various suggestions were thrown here and there, and at last one useless one was selected. Children and their craze for avengers, this was going to cost us the first round—I could bet on it.

As Sachin told Amaya the movie we decided on our behalf, we sat there, watching how she decided to act it out. The movie was easy, but people in her team were stupid.

Showing her thumb up was the first indicator of the movie being an English one. Then came the one finger, which cleared the fact that the movie had only one word.

After that their stupidity rushed in.

Amaya tried to show that the word was being cut into half by her for better explanation. But according to the conclusion Pranav was deriving, it happened to do something with her cutting her hand.

"Haath katna!"
[Cutting your hand]

"Suicide!"

"Blade!"

"Blade Runner!"

"Shut the fuck up, will you?!"

Her hands running through her hair, she, Amaya tried finding better ways to tell them. Slashing her neck with her hand, she poked out her tongue and rolled her eyes to intensify the effect.

"Dead?"

The girl acting literally jumped into the air, happy than there was at least some progress. Spreading her hands out, I did not understand whether she was an elephant trumpeting or a butterfly flying.

"Swim?"

Turned out she was a fish.

"Sea?"

"Machli jal ki raani?"
[Fish, the queen of waters; nursery rhyme]

"Ocean?"

"Water?"

"Pool?"

There we go. Didn't I tell you that we were bound to lose this one?

And within seconds the answer, "Deadpool!" was let out with shrieks of victory. Swallowing my agitation, I went forward being the one to act it out for our team. Laysa came from the opposition, her eyes spoke that it was a Disney movie. Whispering into my ear, I wondered how in the world I was to make them arrive to that movie title.

Putting my thumb up and four fingers out, they guessed that it was an English movie with four words. Now begins the game.

Lifting my hand up, I pointed at Jivika, and gestured my hands in question.

"Jivika?"

"Girl?"

"Naari?"
[Woman?]

"Human!"

Slamming my hand against the table, it was clear for them that their guesses were wrong. This time, without pointing at anyone, I gestured my hand as if it were to ask a question.

"How?"

Motioning them to go on that track, I repeated the actions.

"What!"

"Where!"

"Who!"

Agreeing to the last one, I almost climbed on top of Jivika. My happiness at them understanding the first word quite evident. Starting out with the fourth word, I put my hand out as well as my teeth and started jumping around.

"Bunny!"

"Rabbit!"

Phew. Who and Rabbit done. Now the second word.

Stealing Jivika and Maahi's glasses, I pointed at each of them. Were they smart enough to guess it? I did not think so.

"Glasses?"

"Chashmish?"
[Person who wears glasses]

Glaring at Shreyansh who suggested that one, I asked, "Of course. English movie titled: The Chashmish Rabbit. And you will be the director, would that be fine?"

Grinning sheepishly he sunk back into his seat, mumbling incoherent words blaming Laysa and her grandfather, Walt Disney. I could agree with that. That was when Jivika, Maahi and Lavanya simultaneously let out.

"Frame!"

Of course. My four-eyed best-friends had to be the ones to guess the correct answer. I knew I could rely on them!

Asking them to modify it a bit, somehow they reached at 'framed'. Now the third word, the noun. Names of characters are the toughest part of this game. Nevertheless, I had a task to complete.

I started rowing around in an imaginary boat with an imaginary paddle. And they were clueless, I could tell that. Dropping that act, I picked up another one. Pointing at the flesh of my hand, I pretended to bite it off and make a disgusted face. Even that was not working. Desperate, I tried to cheat by telling them what it was. But the opponents, they began the countdown.

And when I was on the verge of giving up, Maahi let out.

"Who framed Roger Rabbit?"

The uncertainty was there in her voice. Doesn't matter, got the correct one. Giving out a yell, I jumped, with my fist almost crashing Laysa's face.

"Why couldn't you people get that?"

"Kiara, rowing a boat, I understand—Ro gger. But your palm? What did that even mean?"

"That was supposed to be raw meat which tastes disgusting if eaten without cooking."

The look of bewilderment on their faces made me understand that perhaps I was not the best one for this job. Ushering others to give them a tough one this time, we came to a nice choice given by Lavanya.

But what took us by surprise was that, Amaya guessed it within seconds.

I mean, who the hell guesses, 'Garam Tawe Peh Nachti Chudail'?

And then they came, giving us an easy one for a change. What did they assume, that we dirty-minded people won't be able to guess Jism (body) just because of the difficulty to act it out? On contrary, it did not take us ten seconds the spit that one out.

Upset that the movie she had chosen was guessed by Amaya, Lavanya demanded that she would be the one selecting the movie again. And without letting us know, she whispered the name into Rhea's ear, grinning positively as she strutted back.

And there started Rhea's struggles.

They were only able to guess that it was a Hindi film with four words. And after that, everyone was clueless, even Amaya.

Twelve minutes of Rhea's dramatics, twelve minutes straight—they still could not guess it. And then she gave up, sitting on the ground, laughing at the conclusions which were thrown around. Everyone forgot the fact that they were losing. And we, them, everyone started cracking. As we ended with the countdown, the name of the movie was told.

"Mere Dad Ki Maruti!"

Amaya, on the verge of knocking Laysa out, replied.

"Mere Dad Ki Maruti? What? There exists a movie in Indian Cinema which I don't know!"

Ladies and Gentle-ladies.

That is how I discovered that everything cannot be explained with meat or chicken, and how we came to terms with the fact that every movie-buff like Amaya, need not know everything.