WILD WILD "PAS-CHIM"

The two men were now at each other's throats, holding each other by the collar. They didn't say a word. They just looked deep into each other's eyes with seething rage and puffing chests. But they both knew that this wasn't how true cowboys settled scores. This definitely called for a duel. So what if the fight was only over a seat at the saloon? 

Just two tables away, an old man downed his tequila, and wiped his lips dry. He smiled.

A few minutes later, the two cowboys were standing on the dusty road outside the saloon, with their backs against each other, and their Big-Tex revolvers gripped firmly in their hands. Kish was a little tense, even though he'd won a dozen duels before, at the same spot. A few metres away, Clara, the mini-skirted waitress stood with her foot against the wall, showing off her well-toned thighs and legs and pouting suggestively at Kish. Kish winked at her. The old man was standing next to her, watching every movement that the two men made.

Kish began to count.

"One", and the two men walked one pace ahead.

The old man smiled.

"Two" and another step ahead.

The old man's smile grew a little more wide.

"Three" - a step..."Four" - another step..."Five" - yet another step.

The old man's eyes now began to go moist.

"Six"

"Seven"...

The old man was now beaming with pride. He thought he heard an Indian flute play a lovely tune in the distance, and his mind wandered to the past, when Kish didn't know how to count.

He said to himself....

"Yakeen Nahin Aata...Yeh Wohi Kishan Hai?"

Again in the distance, he heard Kavita Krishnamoorthy sing in a melodious voice.

Poorab Se Soorya Uga,

Faailaa Ujiyaara,

Jaagi Har Disha Disha

Jaaga Jag Saara..

Poorab Se Soorya Uga,

Faailaa Ujiyaara

Chalo Padhaayein, Kuch Kar Dikhaayein

Raashtriya Saaksharta Mission!!

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P.S. - What happened at the end, I leave to your imagination :P

Maybe its a damn stupid story. But I'm Soooo Sorry. Im Just Plain BORED :d

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