CluELeSs & Co

I knw its been very late on my part to write a story …but then better late than never..its a long one but defiently worth reading.. 

Its my turn for a story: Train – Ticket…… so it goes on like this: 

Train – A ticket to healthiwood (Based on a true story)

( please play the background music “ticket to hollywood” at the back of your minds.  

Well its a story about a character Mr Murali Krishna from Hyderabad. He moved to mumbai for a project. He travelled to office by the local train.( Back ground  Music: Shola hai yah hai Bijuria….  

One day when travelling to office….he was lost in thoughts..

Why am I like this? Why have i lost my health.. I am not healthy as before.. I could not even climb the Sinhagad fort in Pune with Vivina and Satish..wats happening to me ..my stamina my health..  

When he was so lost in thoughts… he saw a peice of paper on the seat opposite to him.. He first thought it was a ticket…but then on a closer look he saw it had an address.. At first he ignored it..but then later driven by his intuition or sixth sense or non sense or whatever.. he decided to visit the place..

So he visits the address and lo! whom does he find?? 

Its again another Murali… Its Murali Prasad Sharma or rather Munaa Bhai M.B.B.S

(Song: M bole tho…..) 

Munna Bhai: Hey Bhai kaisa hai..lagtha hai tabiyat teek nahin hain tera.. problem kya hai?

Murali : Kuch bada problem nahin hai..but thode dino se paet mein dard ho raha hai.

 Munna Bhai does some check up and tests to find out the problem. 

Munna Bhai:  Bhai tereko pet mein kuch gafla.. bole tho.. tuppanko Stonosarchoma hai..

Murali: Stonosarchoma! woh kya hai?? Maine Lymposarchoma suna hai ..Anand Movie mein..uska spelling or pronunciation  bhi seekha Vivina se… but yeah stono..sachoma kya hai 

Munna Bhai: Hey cheeky, Dont get freaky..Zyaada tension wali baat nahin hai..its just having some stones in the intestine. Medicines time pe lena or zyaada pani peena 

Murali: Teek hai…paani tho nahin lekin pein Cola peetha hoon.. Same difference  hain na.. 

Munna Bhai: Arrey Bhai..Cola ko Goli maaro or zyaada pani piyo..Mere baat mano or hatta khatta raho.

 Munna Bhai gives some medicines and murali leaves,.

 Now this character Murali is a typical Bollywood hero character.. A very good human being,,.with lots of respobsibilties.. aged parents and blah blah blah

He does not take care of himself properly and neither does he tell to his parents of his sickness..lest he shud make them more worried with his new ailment,…And not only that  he sometimes ignore medicines , takes injections to kill tempraoary pain and still consumes colas..

 Well if you think the story is a bit serious.. you can have a item song by Jigna Jain – Maiya Yashoda…

 Well the story is over from my side..but its not the end  Its just the beginning.

 How it ends is on you guys..  The end of the story is to make our bimaar frnd Murali alright. He has to get well soon. Well you all know that he consumes on an average of600ml of cola on weekdays and when we are on trips it goes on to one litre or  more. Thanks to the pesticides in Indian cola …such excessive consumption is not good  for health..Murali, we are not against consumption of cola …but just the excess of it. Less of water consumption is not good fr your stomach. If you still want to contribute to income of our cricketers..you can buy the colas and send it to us..we wud use it to clean toilets and wash basins…or  if your purpose is to drink something cool.. then you can have lassi. lemon soda, rose milk… juices.. right frnds?? and if you dont get them.. you can think about the coolest guys and gals of clueless and co…and chill ur self!! What say guys??

 So next time you meet or mail or message Murali.. Add a message of Get Well Soon!! Preethi I think can add a message of get well soon in the forwards you send..

Ram and others at his office.. can greet him with get well soon insted of Hi..or bye or watever.,

 Every message of Get well soon will also give u a free consultation on health problems from me..you must have heard of yoga for remedies..well i can provide some solutions. You have heard of Baba Ramdev, Now its time to hear from Babi Vivina..or may be Barbie Vivina

 And thats not all , the person sending maximum messages would get a suprise gift..And wats the prize.. The prize I would get from Smitha and Vjay for this story **

 Well its time to end my long mail..

Murali: Get Well Soon

Others and Murali: Have fun, more fun and lots of fun

Cheers

Vivina.

** Conditions Apply

1. IF i like the gift I would keep it fr myself

2. If the gift is kept by me, then a sponsor shud be available for the prize

One chill dark night, a young 19 year old girl was traveling all alone and ticket less in a Kolkota – Bhuvaneshwar train. She was a run-away bride who was being forced into a marriage with a 70 year old Arab by her poor parents, in Paschim Ichhapur village, a northern suburb of Calcutta. She didn’t have anyone to turn to at this time of crisis. So she was forced to take this decision of leaving her home, her parents… with just a Rs. 47/- pocket money that she had saved up.

It was the month of January, when most children are going through their pre-final exams and parents busy driving their children to study. There was absolute stillness in the moving train’s bogie with just one light flickering over the girl’s head. She was sitting by the window, tired of crying, her tears melting the kajal in her eyes and forming dark circles around her beautiful child-like eyes. Totally unaware of her loneliness, she slowly closed her eyes and fell asleep as her tears dried up forming streaks on her cheeks.

The train screeched to a halt at Kathuria. An old man limped into the train and saw the girl fast asleep. He sat opposite her and watched her tired child-like face carefully. The sudden motion in the train jerked open the girl’s eyes. She was petrified to see the ugly old man staring at her. She didn’t recognize him, intuitively sensed danger. She shrunk in her seat, covered herself and looked around. When she realized that the two were all alone, she was terrified. She didn’t know what to do.

5 mins, 15 mins, 1 hour passed. No station arrived, nor had any passenger passed by. The poor girl was cringing under the old man’s line of sight. One moment when their eyes met, the old man opened his toothless mouth to speak. He asked “Girl, what is your name?”. The girl was relieved partially that the ice was broken between the two, but she was very doubtful whether she could trust the old man with a personal talk. She hesitated, then said “Bani”. The old man remained quiet after that. He fell asleep after a while, but the girl was unable to do so to keep guard for herself. After around 2 hours, eventually sleep took over and the girl was snoozing.

Just as she fell asleep, the girl was again jerked awake by the TT. The girl was now in panic. She didn’t have the ticket and the old man was missing from his seat. She was fumbling for words when the TT repeated “Ticket!”. When the man had lost patience with the girl, he was about to ask her to get up, the old man approached the TT limping. He talked to the TT in a tone the girl couldn’t hear. The TT was nodding, took a Rs. 500/- note from the old man and went his way to the next bogie.

The girl was surprised. The old man made no comments. The girl was intrigued but decided it best to remain silent. But as time passed by, curiosity took over her and she asked the old man, “Sir, Who are you?”. She received her reply with a smile from the old man. There was this moment when they communicated through the silence between them. Now the girl was confident and trusted this man to have a good will behind this gesture. she asked him no more.

As Bhuvaneshwar approached, the man and girl prepared to get off the train. A young lad, well dressed, came to receive the old man and picked up the luggage. The girl watched them carefully as she got off the train. They were about to leave when the old man turned to the girl and said something…

NOW GUESS WHAT THAT WAS………….

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It’s a rumor yaar… sharam nahi aati rumour spread karte hue?? get back to your work now!!!

- by Preethi

Hey guys,

You would have got the enclosed link… as well as other pics of Namita’s wedding… well, I am not sure if any of you replied because I dont check my personal e-mail id regularly … you can nevertheless leave you commenst here again

I forgot! You would have also seen the “logo” of clueless & co. Didnt get time to work on base and variants, but to explain it, what you see inside the box remains the standard while the box changes as per the event. So, if its a trip, the movie reel would turn itself as a bus … if its a meeting at a hotel, the reel would change to resemble a board outside a building… a wedding would have a mandap look as outer covering etc.. I hope you got what I am saying.

Okie, heres something to bring some life back into our conversations… lets start on our production no. 2 and you guys got to script this one. What and how??? Here we go

You will create a story or rather a rumour basing on the words that I give. These words are picked from a true story that happened, which only 2 people know completely - Vijay and myself. So, the task is to create a rumour that is closest to the actual story…

the words are train, ticket, address

Few others know few tidbits or rather the beginning of the story … so, that should help for starters.

So gang up guys and create the storyline and screenplay for The Train… a rumour based on a true story (doesnt the punchline remind you of something???)

As I always believe, there should be an incentive for every effort and yes, there is one for the best rumour. The judges for this will be Vijay and myself…

waiting for clueless & co., production no.2, Take 1 

- Durga Smitha