If you had to use one word to describe Cheeku, it had to be "aaa ummm" (jha term for the non existence of a single word description). Cheeku was his pet name and surprisingly he loved it and knew that he would love it irrespective of his age. It was not the charm that the name offered, instead it was the escapist in him which put that name on such a high pedestal. His parents had named him David Imaandaar and he thought that they had screwed him big time, without even deriving any sadistic pleasure out of it. If he ever knew that Shakespeare had once said, "What's in a name", I am sure that he would have wanted to bring back Shakespeare from dead and beat him to death.
He would have asked William to face the maniac children around him. They would use his name to mock him every single moment of his childhood. Kids are brash and they need something to bully other kids and have fun. Unfortunately for David, the kids didn't even need to be creative for their recreation. It was so out there that they couldn't miss it. While David and Imaandaar would have been alright names on their own in different parts of the world, the combination spelled doom. They teased him no matter what he did and wherever he went. This put extra pressure on Imaan than the Chaganlals of the place to excel in anything he undertook 'cause he had to go a step further to offset the 'name effect'. So, he fought hard and took nothing for granted. He was not a naturally gifted individual, but he made amends for it by being extremely diligent and nbdu (the opposite of chilled out).
As his peers grew up, their mockery toned down in volume. But, it still had an acerbic touch to it or so thought David. He had to be extremely good at something to shut them up once and for all. He had to make them see the white shining circle behind his head ( he saw too many Hindi mythological series). He had tried all the things that were there to try and didn't feel great about anything. He had to change the game. One day he was very tired from his daily chores (he was working out like a maniac) and was strolling along the shore of the neighborhood lake. He noticed that the wave currents were very strong and felt as if it was mocking him, challenging him to face its fury. He walked along for some time ignoring it, but then there was this sudden impulse and he just dove in. He swam against the current and slowly but steadily reached the other side. It was a good 2 mile length and he was almost dead by the time he reached the shore. He then looked at the waves and let out a mocking smile (something inside his head said, Dude you have been reading Ayn Rand a bit too much. Who the fuck laughs at waves). He was suddenly interrupted by a realization. He was so tired that it was difficult to focus. He took a stone and tried to aim it on a small log of wood floating in the water. It seemed much harder than normal and at that instant he knew what the game should be and how he would make the Apsaras rain flowers on him (too much Ramanand Sagar, no?)
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