Book 1: Page 53, Para 2

Kalsh: …Yes Miss, you are right. We are going to bet who scores a hat trick today and I hope you place your money on me.

Akanaksha: Maybe I already have. But the stakes might just be too high for you.

Kalsh: This sounds interesting. Surprise me; do you want to see us take the ball from one end of the field to the other using only our heads? Or even better you want our goalkeeper to score.

Akanksha: Maybe…Maybe not! Anyhow I wasn’t talking about the game. You are wasting your time there. You should spend more time in better company, perhaps with us.

Kalsh: I would love that (I felt a jolt in my stomach.) Ah…

The momentary excitement in my stomach drastically changed in character. It was very painful. I got hold of Akshay’s collar and whispered, “I need to see the doctor. Let’s go back”. I turned around and was confronted with shrieks of all those girls who were giggling at my senseless jokes a split second ago.

“Oh god, He is bleeding!”

Book1: Page 5, Para 1

A man is only as good as his word. It was my decision to bet. I knew the repercussions. I was overconfident. I missed. I lost the bet. That was the whole point of this conversation. I took the bag and went to sleep. The entire room was intrigued by the mystery of its contents. And inevitably all my room mates were disappointed the following morning.
A fifteen year old boy who is suppose to be all burly and uncouth. Who is trained by his seniors as their prodigy. Who is considered the definite superlative among his peers. Who is voted by his juniors as their leader. What could he be scared of?
Next morning I emptied the bag. Its contents lay on my bed. I took the volunteer application form in one hand and school principal’s reference letter in the other. Next fifteen minutes I took a journey which on any other day would have been thrilling, but today I had to make an effort to lift my feet. I was going to Welhams Girls School. As I made my way through the gate, I could hear groups of girls on either side of the path leading to the auditorium giggling. The volunteer form got me through the doors of the institution, the principal’s letter would obviously get me selected, but I knew it was sheer courage that would make it possible for me to survive the torture that awaited me.

Book 1: Page 4, Para 1

I was the happiest boy in the dormitory. Some dreams take time to materialize, in fact the bet was just a bonus. Prior to this incident I had never won a bet against him. In the fifteen years of our existence, we were neighbors for ten, enemies for three and friends for two and I had never won a wager. Be it something as mundane as ‘who completes the homework first’ or as extreme as skinny dipping in a tourist waterfall. It was always the Robot who won. But it had been my lucky day and it would be definitely my night. So I waited in the dorm because we didn’t get a chance to talk after the match. Maybe I was too overwhelmed by the victory or just plain truth that he would not complete his side of the bet. In any case we would be sharing the same room.
All of a sudden fifteen broad jawed men marched into the room. I knew each one of them but most of them do not require a mention in this tale of two gentlemen. I saw leading the troop was a familiar face. He was carrying a bag. I knew it was my big prize for scoring the penalty. It was his part of the wager to get me a jersey, Chicago Bulls jersey. But this was no ordinary piece of clothing. It had been personally autographed by Jordan, the legend himself. It was his most prized possession and now it would be mine.

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