Chirri Urri

Its so funny we’re living our childhood all over again. Lol. You know, those little games we used to play when we were very young, little nonsensical games, beating each other up in the football ground (beating hamza up), doing bhangra whenever we hear the beat, talking non sense all the time and what not. I believe this is because of a realization we all had a few months ago, that after two more years, everything would change. We’ll be engineers inshaAllah, and we’ll all be stepping into our professional lives. So in order to preserve what we have, we probably stepped into this mode of ours and probably got a taste of childhood alive too. Maybe we were always like this, its only that now I feel I’m going to miss all this that I’m paying special attention to it.
We played the game “Chirri Urri” today. To explain to people who do not know its played when all the players put their index fingers in the middle, and one of them shouts, “Chirri Urri, Kawwa Urra, Kutta Urra” (Sparrow Flew, Crow flew, Dog Flew). All the other players lift their fingers if the animal flies (Sparrow, Crow) and keep the fingers in their place if the animal doesn’t fly (Dog etc). simple as that. But we added a twist, we said the person who makes a mistake has to choose b/w truth and dare.

Now the centre of all such games is usually my very dear friend hamza

So here goes the story of what happened in the bus today (we normally sit at the very entrance of the bus):

Mha: “Chal imran chirri uri khelain”
Imran: “Chal hamza, truth or dare jo haar gya”
Hamza: “Nai yaar maine nai khelna” (A very wise decision)
Imran: “Yar bakwas na ker hamza, leechar na ban”
So finally after much prodding we start. Imran whispers something into my ear and the game then starts.
Imran: “Kutta urra”
We all keep our fingers still
Imran: “Gaey urri”
Fingers still there
Imran: “Chirya urri”
Hamza lifts his finger and me and imran keep it there
Mha: “Haha haar gya”
Hamza: “Kya matlab??”
Imran: “Chirya k par katay huay thay, it couldn’t fly…”
Hamza looks bewildered.
Mha: “chal ab truth ya dare??”
Hamza: “Truth”
We then ask hamza a very very embarrassing question that makes him go tomato…haha
We start again after another whisper from imran.
Imran: “Chirriya urri”
We all lift our fingers
Imran: “Tota (Parrot) Urra”
We lift them again
Imran: “gaey urri”
We keep our fingers still
Imran: “Kutta urra”
Imran and me lift our fingers while hamza, shocked, keeps it there.
Hamza: “kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa???”
Mha: “Kutta jahaz pe tha…wo urr gya”
And then hamza is asked another MORE embarrassing question, which isn’t fit for my blog hehe….
We start again, this time, we decide to make it fair. So imran makes the first mistake.
Mha: “ohooooo” (Trying to pity imran)
Imran: “Truth”
Mha: “acha tum ghar ja k pehle kya karo gay”
Imran: “khana khaoon ga”
Hamza looks at us in anger
Hamza: “yaar ye kia sawal tha??? Mujse kaisay kaisay sawal kiay thay???”
Imran: “to tum ker laitay”
And once again hamza is left speechless.
For the last time we start, after imran’s customary whisper in my ear.
Imran: “chirri uri”
Imran: “Kawwa urra”
We notice hamza is copying our movements. His finger does what our finger does. Hmmm…intelligent, I thought. He even kept his finger down on Quail (we kept it down too) and lifted it on Deer.
Imran: “Gaey urri”
We all lift our finger up, hamza just a tad bit late
Mha: “tunay late kia hai”
Hamza: “to kia to hai na…hahaha” (laughing at his triumph)
Imran: “Acha chal ye bta, Gaey (Cow) kiu urri???”
Hamza’s caught off guard. Genius. We’re geniuses.
Hamza: “Wo jahaz pe hi??”
Mha and Imran: “naiiiiiiiiii….wo flying carpet pe thiiiiiiiiiiiii”

We give eachother a high five, and hamza prepares himself, quietly, for another embarrassing question!