Iqbal Page #3

What kind of ridiculous test is

this...

...please tell him not to waste

his time here.

You'll keep doing this

everyday till I give in?

Okay, from tomorrow...

I will teach you bowling.

From tomorrow.

Now you go.

Mother!

-Coming.

Mother, come quick.

What happened?

Mother, I think brother has

finally gone mad.

Don't talk nonsense.

-He says he found another coach.

Is that true?

Damn! First my dad, then this kid.

Why can't you just leave me alone?

What have I done to deserve this

honor?

Stick that damn thing in

and give me those pills too.

Also, give me something

for this headache.

One stubborn son of a b*tch.

I... lied to you.

...lied to you.

I had no intention of coming

back to coach you.

Okay I'm done confessing

whether he heard it or not.

You'll are such terrible actors

go and watch your match.

Brother! Brother!

What took you so long, boy?

If you had taken any more time,

I would have hit the bottle.

We are a little short on

willpower these days.

Okay... okay...

Let's not get too excited.

I am not entirely sure about this.

This is on a trial basis.

If I suck too badly,

then you're on your own.

It's ok...

How are you going to get

what I am saying?

Come on... plant the stumps.

Ooh, bad omen.

Even after twenty years... I guess

if you have it, you never lose it

Sh*t, sh*t!

Just one quick swig and my nerves

will be steady as a rock.

One swig, kid.

Just a teeny little one, please.

Who's training who?

Why do I need to bowl

in the first place?

All I need to do is give you a few

pointers and you can do the rest,

right?

I'm the bloody coach here.

Oh, that feels good.

That's all for today...

...done.

I figured you might say that.

First thing... we need a translator.

If father finds out that

I bunked school, he'll kill me.

Okay tell me.

I'll teach him what little I know,

okay?

It has been a long time and with

the amount of alcohol I've drunk

Can we dispense with the speeches

and get straight to the point?

You don't like me, do you?

I don't want to see him

disappointed again.

Besides this is only temporary...

and you will go back to your

drinking.

That's what I keep telling him.

But he won't listen.

Since we're both stuck,

why don't you pretend...

...that you like me and

we can get on with this charade?

God says drinking is bad.

God continually says a lot of things.

I drink so I don't have to listen to

Him.

If we're done discussing the merits

of my character, can I begin?

Just one small sip, I bet the

Any chance?

I know where we can start.

Let's go kids.

Do you trust him?

Can we come in?

Good job.

Found it!

But this is the same as

Guruji's training schedule.

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