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| Jul 06, 2009 11:28 am |
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re: re: re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : |
SOEB FATEHI
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Heavy rains lashes the city,Vishal drives into the cross road in his black fiat,the road lamps mirrors in the puddle of water,the water lashing on to his car's bonnet,he stops his car to a halt in front of his 3 storeyed apartment,the gurkha is already sleeping,the hat pulled over his face, vishal opens the gate,walks upto the lift,he turns back,finds the gurkha still sleeping,and vishal murmuring to himself that these guys need a whacking on their butt,just then he hears the sound the carrom coins make hitting the frame,from the first floor.
On hearing the Carrom coins he wonders how on earth can the Gurkha sleep with all the din. Slowly while he enters the lift his thoughts drift to his aunt, a prolific writer, who was many decades ago an undisputed Carrom champ in her office. Being a naturally distracted person his thoughts drift again to why the sons of the soil are denied jobs as watchmen in Chennai.
"My God! there are one too many to script a new path in "A Ryze Chennai presentation " Very good going please do continue it is hilarious!" the voice of his uncle was heard saying as he got out of the house and headed for the lift with the script writer cousin who regularly frequented their house.
Not wishing to be dragged into the script being written he hid himself near the mid-landing of the service staircase stifling a cough as his throat hurt in the nicotine stench laden air there.
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