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BGS | | I have generally observed that movies has it own magic,pulling in people,mesmerizing them,many of us also would have dreamt in some point in life,being a part of the magical world of movies.
Friends,how about recreating that magic,by adding a line,a episode,a twist to a script,who knows the script could be a thriller.
A 'RYZE CHENNAI PRESENTATION'
- 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,
Please continue : Private Reply to BGS | | Jul 06, 2009 5:03 am | | re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # | 
SOEB FATEHI | | - 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. Private Reply to SOEB FATEHI | | Jul 06, 2009 10:58 am | | re: re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # |
padmanabhan ramasubban | | 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!Private Reply to padmanabhan ramasubban | | Jul 06, 2009 11:28 am | | re: re: re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # |
SOEB FATEHI | | 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.
Private Reply to SOEB FATEHI | | Jul 06, 2009 12:05 pm | | re: re: re: re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # | 
Ganesh Ram | | .....
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.
The story continues,
But the first smell, was that nicotine? But "it does not seem to be" wondered the hero, Just them not too near and not too far a faint figure seemed to be standing under a lamp post, one leg firmly on ground. The smoke came from the silhouette. And smelt more like burning nicotine laced hair. Private Reply to Ganesh Ram | | Jul 06, 2009 2:12 pm | | re: re: re: re: re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # |
padmanabhan ramasubban | | The faint figure standing under the lamp post appears to have injured his big toe and a drop of blood is oozing out.
But now the 'clot thickens' as it is coagulating!
Now the silhouette figure starts moving with a slight limp just as the moon comes out partly from the clouds.
There is sudden howl in the wind as it picks up speed and sends the windows rattling in the building in a staccato beat!
Suddenly .............Private Reply to padmanabhan ramasubban | | Jul 06, 2009 2:33 pm | | re: re: re: re: re: re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # | 
Lavanya Karalkar | | The faint figure standing under the lamp post appears to have injured his big toe and a drop of blood is oozing out.
But now the 'clot thickens' as it is coagulating!
Now the silhouette figure starts moving with a slight limp just as the moon comes out partly from the clouds.
There is sudden howl in the wind as it picks up speed and sends the windows rattling in the building in a staccato beat!
Suddenly .............
now toicontinue:
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Suddenly the door of the lift opens and there comes the Uncle with the script writer cousin, loudly discussing what could be coming next in the story.
'hahahahahahahahha' laughs the Uncle loudly and says to the cousin, 'your aunty can never stop playing carroms and I am sure the next door neighbours are going to complain soon'.
But his laugh stops in the middle, when he sees the limping figure moving towards him. Cousin and me just look at the figure and what we see? Are we seeing the reality or is it a ghost because the figure seems to float as it comes nearby. Private Reply to Lavanya Karalkar | | Jul 06, 2009 2:50 pm | | A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # |
SOEB FATEHI | | 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.
But the first smell, was that nicotine? But "it does not seem to be" wondered the hero, Just them not too near and not too far a faint figure seemed to be standing under a lamp post, one leg firmly on ground. The smoke came from the silhouette. And smelt more like burning nicotine laced hair.
The faint figure standing under the lamp post appears to have injured his big toe and a drop of blood is oozing out.
But now the 'clot thickens' as it is coagulating!
Now the silhouette figure starts moving with a slight limp just as the moon comes out partly from the clouds.
There is sudden howl in the wind as it picks up speed and sends the windows rattling in the building in a staccato beat!
Suddenly the door of the lift opens and there comes the Uncle with the script writer cousin, loudly discussing what could be coming next in the story.
'hahahahahahahahha' laughs the Uncle loudly and says to the cousin, 'your aunty can never stop playing carroms and I am sure the next door neighbours are going to complain soon'.
But his laugh stops in the middle, when he sees the limping figure moving towards him. Cousin and me just look at the figure and what we see? Are we seeing the reality or is it a ghost because the figure seems to float as it comes nearby.
Suddenly from behind aunty shrieks, "Lalooji! what a surprise! Didn't even tell us that you are to come. Have you come alone? Is she with you, your friend from the platform I mean?" Then she notices his limp and turns pale whilst asking, "What happened? you seem hurt. Come let me tie you up. Bandage I mean." Saying so much she had already started wiping clean the wound.
Private Reply to SOEB FATEHI | | Jul 07, 2009 3:45 am | | re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # |
padmanabhan ramasubban | | 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.
But the first smell, was that nicotine? But "it does not seem to be" wondered the hero, Just them not too near and not too far a faint figure seemed to be standing under a lamp post, one leg firmly on ground. The smoke came from the silhouette. And smelt more like burning nicotine laced hair.
The faint figure standing under the lamp post appears to have injured his big toe and a drop of blood is oozing out.
But now the 'clot thickens' as it is coagulating!
Now the silhouette figure starts moving with a slight limp just as the moon comes out partly from the clouds.
There is sudden howl in the wind as it picks up speed and sends the windows rattling in the building in a staccato beat!
Suddenly the door of the lift opens and there comes the Uncle with the script writer cousin, loudly discussing what could be coming next in the story.
'hahahahahahahahha' laughs the Uncle loudly and says to the cousin, 'your aunty can never stop playing carroms and I am sure the next door neighbours are going to complain soon'.
But his laugh stops in the middle, when he sees the limping figure moving towards him. Cousin and me just look at the figure and what we see? Are we seeing the reality or is it a ghost because the figure seems to float as it comes nearby.
Suddenly from behind aunty shrieks, "Lalooji! what a surprise! Didn't even tell us that you are to come. Have you come alone? Is she with you, your friend from the platform I mean?" Then she notices his limp and turns pale whilst asking, "What happened? you seem hurt. Come let me tie you up. Bandage I mean." Saying so much she had already started wiping clean the wound.
Aunty has finished cleaning the wound and ties the bandage.
But she is a little tongue tied and cannot talk from the exertion.
Now the silence is broken when a sudden down pour starts again & a bright lightening streaks across the sky followed by the reverberating thunder.
Lalooji just smiles and contemptuously shouts towards the sky"chup" to derail & change the tempo of the train of thought.
He is aware that lot pruit trees in the vicinity are enjoying the bountiful rains, so smiles at them benovelently.
Private Reply to padmanabhan ramasubban | | Jul 07, 2009 3:52 am | | re: re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # |
SOEB FATEHI | | 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.
But the first smell, was that nicotine? But "it does not seem to be" wondered the hero, Just them not too near and not too far a faint figure seemed to be standing under a lamp post, one leg firmly on ground. The smoke came from the silhouette. And smelt more like burning nicotine laced hair.
The faint figure standing under the lamp post appears to have injured his big toe and a drop of blood is oozing out.
But now the 'clot thickens' as it is coagulating!
Now the silhouette figure starts moving with a slight limp just as the moon comes out partly from the clouds.
There is sudden howl in the wind as it picks up speed and sends the windows rattling in the building in a staccato beat!
Suddenly the door of the lift opens and there comes the Uncle with the script writer cousin, loudly discussing what could be coming next in the story.
'hahahahahahahahha' laughs the Uncle loudly and says to the cousin, 'your aunty can never stop playing carroms and I am sure the next door neighbours are going to complain soon'.
But his laugh stops in the middle, when he sees the limping figure moving towards him. Cousin and me just look at the figure and what we see? Are we seeing the reality or is it a ghost because the figure seems to float as it comes nearby.
Suddenly from behind aunty shrieks, "Lalooji! what a surprise! Didn't even tell us that you are to come. Have you come alone? Is she with you, your friend from the platform I mean?" Then she notices his limp and turns pale whilst asking, "What happened? you seem hurt. Come let me tie you up. Bandage I mean." Saying so much she had already started wiping clean the wound.
Aunty has finished cleaning the wound and ties the bandage.
But she is a little tongue tied and cannot talk from the exertion.
Now the silence is broken when a sudden down pour starts again & a bright lightening streaks across the sky followed by the reverberating thunder.
Lalooji just smiles and contemptuously shouts towards the sky"chup" to derail & change the tempo of the train of thought.
He is aware that lot pruit trees in the vicinity are enjoying the bountiful rains, so smiles at them benovelently.
Raising his little finger Lalooji says, "I am very very happy and proud to see that your building committee has decided to engage a Gurkha who has come as a refugee from Nepal. Very very good global integration. Keep it up." Private Reply to SOEB FATEHI | | Jul 07, 2009 5:59 am | | re: re: re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # |
Lavanya Karalkar | | 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.
But the first smell, was that nicotine? But "it does not seem to be" wondered the hero, Just them not too near and not too far a faint figure seemed to be standing under a lamp post, one leg firmly on ground. The smoke came from the silhouette. And smelt more like burning nicotine laced hair.
The faint figure standing under the lamp post appears to have injured his big toe and a drop of blood is oozing out.
But now the 'clot thickens' as it is coagulating!
Now the silhouette figure starts moving with a slight limp just as the moon comes out partly from the clouds.
There is sudden howl in the wind as it picks up speed and sends the windows rattling in the building in a staccato beat!
Suddenly the door of the lift opens and there comes the Uncle with the script writer cousin, loudly discussing what could be coming next in the story.
'hahahahahahahahha' laughs the Uncle loudly and says to the cousin, 'your aunty can never stop playing carroms and I am sure the next door neighbours are going to complain soon'.
But his laugh stops in the middle, when he sees the limping figure moving towards him. Cousin and me just look at the figure and what we see? Are we seeing the reality or is it a ghost because the figure seems to float as it comes nearby.
Suddenly from behind aunty shrieks, "Lalooji! what a surprise! Didn't even tell us that you are to come. Have you come alone? Is she with you, your friend from the platform I mean?" Then she notices his limp and turns pale whilst asking, "What happened? you seem hurt. Come let me tie you up. Bandage I mean." Saying so much she had already started wiping clean the wound.
Aunty has finished cleaning the wound and ties the bandage.
But she is a little tongue tied and cannot talk from the exertion.
Now the silence is broken when a sudden down pour starts again & a bright lightening streaks across the sky followed by the reverberating thunder.
Lalooji just smiles and contemptuously shouts towards the sky"chup" to derail & change the tempo of the train of thought.
He is aware that lot pruit trees in the vicinity are enjoying the bountiful rains, so smiles at them benovelently.
Raising his little finger Lalooji says, "I am very very happy and proud to see that your building committee has decided to engage a Gurkha who has come as a refugee from Nepal. Very very good global integration. Keep it up."
Continues:
Hearing this, there is a naughty smile on the Gurkha's lips. He thinks to himself 'now, even BB cannot say "sharukh is not a good actor. I came here to learn how a Gurkha works in an envrironment other than his own so that I can show the real Gurkha in the make believe world of film making but after working here for the last 6 days and being with the children of the apartment, I feel, I won't be able to leave this work. Moreover, the soft idly's with the sambhar given by the aunty everyday - OMG! will I be able to live without that?" Private Reply to Lavanya Karalkar | | Jul 07, 2009 7:54 am | | re: re: re: re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # |
padmanabhan ramasubban | | 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.
But the first smell, was that nicotine? But "it does not seem to be" wondered the hero, Just them not too near and not too far a faint figure seemed to be standing under a lamp post, one leg firmly on ground. The smoke came from the silhouette. And smelt more like burning nicotine laced hair.
The faint figure standing under the lamp post appears to have injured his big toe and a drop of blood is oozing out.
But now the 'clot thickens' as it is coagulating!
Now the silhouette figure starts moving with a slight limp just as the moon comes out partly from the clouds.
There is sudden howl in the wind as it picks up speed and sends the windows rattling in the building in a staccato beat!
Suddenly the door of the lift opens and there comes the Uncle with the script writer cousin, loudly discussing what could be coming next in the story.
'hahahahahahahahha' laughs the Uncle loudly and says to the cousin, 'your aunty can never stop playing carroms and I am sure the next door neighbours are going to complain soon'.
But his laugh stops in the middle, when he sees the limping figure moving towards him. Cousin and me just look at the figure and what we see? Are we seeing the reality or is it a ghost because the figure seems to float as it comes nearby.
Suddenly from behind aunty shrieks, "Lalooji! what a surprise! Didn't even tell us that you are to come. Have you come alone? Is she with you, your friend from the platform I mean?" Then she notices his limp and turns pale whilst asking, "What happened? you seem hurt. Come let me tie you up. Bandage I mean." Saying so much she had already started wiping clean the wound.
Aunty has finished cleaning the wound and ties the bandage.
But she is a little tongue tied and cannot talk from the exertion.
Now the silence is broken when a sudden down pour starts again & a bright lightening streaks across the sky followed by the reverberating thunder.
Lalooji just smiles and contemptuously shouts towards the sky"chup" to derail & change the tempo of the train of thought.
He is aware that lot pruit trees in the vicinity are enjoying the bountiful rains, so smiles at them benovelently.
Raising his little finger Lalooji says, "I am very very happy and proud to see that your building committee has decided to engage a Gurkha who has come as a refugee from Nepal. Very very good global integration. Keep it up."
Continues:
Hearing this, there is a naughty smile on the Gurkha's lips. He thinks to himself 'now, even BB cannot say "sharukh is not a good actor. I came here to learn how a Gurkha works in an envrironment other than his own so that I can show the real Gurkha in the make believe world of film making but after working here for the last 6 days and being with the children of the apartment, I feel, I won't be able to leave this work. Moreover, the soft idly's with the sambhar given by the aunty everyday - OMG! will I be able to live without that?"
He decides that he would watch th aunty carefully to guard her 24/7 so that her soft idilys are guaranteed to him.
But "Rubber singh" is standing in the shadows along with his side kick sambhar and observing the moments of the residents and how alert the gurkha is to plan a heist.
Now gurkha suddenly wakes on hearing a sound gets on his feet in a flash but there is a sudden twist now to the plot,the ankle of gurkha is sprained .
Then..............
Private Reply to padmanabhan ramasubban | | Jul 07, 2009 11:24 am | | re: re: re: re: re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # |
Ganesh Ram | | 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.
But the first smell, was that nicotine? But "it does not seem to be" wondered the hero, Just them not too near and not too far a faint figure seemed to be standing under a lamp post, one leg firmly on ground. The smoke came from the silhouette. And smelt more like burning nicotine laced hair.
The faint figure standing under the lamp post appears to have injured his big toe and a drop of blood is oozing out.
But now the 'clot thickens' as it is coagulating!
Now the silhouette figure starts moving with a slight limp just as the moon comes out partly from the clouds.
There is sudden howl in the wind as it picks up speed and sends the windows rattling in the building in a staccato beat!
Suddenly the door of the lift opens and there comes the Uncle with the script writer cousin, loudly discussing what could be coming next in the story.
'hahahahahahahahha' laughs the Uncle loudly and says to the cousin, 'your aunty can never stop playing carroms and I am sure the next door neighbours are going to complain soon'.
But his laugh stops in the middle, when he sees the limping figure moving towards him. Cousin and me just look at the figure and what we see? Are we seeing the reality or is it a ghost because the figure seems to float as it comes nearby.
Suddenly from behind aunty shrieks, "Lalooji! what a surprise! Didn't even tell us that you are to come. Have you come alone? Is she with you, your friend from the platform I mean?" Then she notices his limp and turns pale whilst asking, "What happened? you seem hurt. Come let me tie you up. Bandage I mean." Saying so much she had already started wiping clean the wound.
Aunty has finished cleaning the wound and ties the bandage.
But she is a little tongue tied and cannot talk from the exertion.
Now the silence is broken when a sudden down pour starts again & a bright lightening streaks across the sky followed by the reverberating thunder.
Lalooji just smiles and contemptuously shouts towards the sky"chup" to derail & change the tempo of the train of thought.
He is aware that lot pruit trees in the vicinity are enjoying the bountiful rains, so smiles at them benovelently.
Raising his little finger Lalooji says, "I am very very happy and proud to see that your building committee has decided to engage a Gurkha who has come as a refugee from Nepal. Very very good global integration. Keep it up."
Continues:
Hearing this, there is a naughty smile on the Gurkha's lips. He thinks to himself 'now, even BB cannot say "sharukh is not a good actor. I came here to learn how a Gurkha works in an envrironment other than his own so that I can show the real Gurkha in the make believe world of film making but after working here for the last 6 days and being with the children of the apartment, I feel, I won't be able to leave this work. Moreover, the soft idly's with the sambhar given by the aunty everyday - OMG! will I be able to live without that?"
He decides that he would watch th aunty carefully to guard her 24/7 so that her soft idilys are guaranteed to him.
But "Rubber singh" is standing in the shadows along with his side kick sambhar and observing the moments of the residents and how alert the gurkha is to plan a heist.
Now gurkha suddenly wakes on hearing a sound gets on his feet in a flash but there is a sudden twist now to the plot,the ankle of gurkha is sprained .
Then..............
He, the gurkha simply forgot about the singing rubber and the sambar without idli. He then slowly came near the staircase to get his daily breakfast. He knew he had got a full loaf of bread and a bottle of his favorite oorgkka.
The bread seemed to have been touched. the oorgkha gone missing.
Then,,,,,Private Reply to Ganesh Ram | | Jul 07, 2009 11:53 am | | re: re: re: re: re: re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # |
Lavanya Karalkar | | Gurkha roled Sharukh is shocked to his oorgkka missing and then he remembers that his koiba friend Koeb was to visit him. Knowing very well that his naughty friend koeb is capable of fully devouring the Oorgkka without even shedding two tears, he moves cautiously with his limping leg. But what he sees astounds him .It is not his friend Koeb, but a smiling Simple lady mouth red with Oorgkka looking at him deeply as if she is questioning him 'ettu sharukh"/
Then,Private Reply to Lavanya Karalkar | | Jul 07, 2009 12:44 pm | | re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # | 
Pudumai Balakrishnan Balakrishnan | | Heavy rains lashes the city,pudumai drives into the cross road in his black fiat, reaches LK and says," do not worry LK! get in the car... i give you a lift ". LK gets in the car and car speeds fast! now sharuk says, " ettu LK!" Private Reply to Pudumai Balakrishnan Balakrishnan | | Jul 07, 2009 1:38 pm | | re: re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # |
Lavanya Karalkar | | 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.
But the first smell, was that nicotine? But "it does not seem to be" wondered the hero, Just them not too near and not too far a faint figure seemed to be standing under a lamp post, one leg firmly on ground. The smoke came from the silhouette. And smelt more like burning nicotine laced hair.
The faint figure standing under the lamp post appears to have injured his big toe and a drop of blood is oozing out.
But now the 'clot thickens' as it is coagulating!
Now the silhouette figure starts moving with a slight limp just as the moon comes out partly from the clouds.
There is sudden howl in the wind as it picks up speed and sends the windows rattling in the building in a staccato beat!
Suddenly the door of the lift opens and there comes the Uncle with the script writer cousin, loudly discussing what could be coming next in the story.
'hahahahahahahahha' laughs the Uncle loudly and says to the cousin, 'your aunty can never stop playing carroms and I am sure the next door neighbours are going to complain soon'.
But his laugh stops in the middle, when he sees the limping figure moving towards him. Cousin and me just look at the figure and what we see? Are we seeing the reality or is it a ghost because the figure seems to float as it comes nearby.
Suddenly from behind aunty shrieks, "Lalooji! what a surprise! Didn't even tell us that you are to come. Have you come alone? Is she with you, your friend from the platform I mean?" Then she notices his limp and turns pale whilst asking, "What happened? you seem hurt. Come let me tie you up. Bandage I mean." Saying so much she had already started wiping clean the wound.
Aunty has finished cleaning the wound and ties the bandage.
But she is a little tongue tied and cannot talk from the exertion.
Now the silence is broken when a sudden down pour starts again & a bright lightening streaks across the sky followed by the reverberating thunder.
Lalooji just smiles and contemptuously shouts towards the sky"chup" to derail & change the tempo of the train of thought.
He is aware that lot pruit trees in the vicinity are enjoying the bountiful rains, so smiles at them benovelently.
Raising his little finger Lalooji says, "I am very very happy and proud to see that your building committee has decided to engage a Gurkha who has come as a refugee from Nepal. Very very good global integration. Keep it up."
Continues:
Hearing this, there is a naughty smile on the Gurkha's lips. He thinks to himself 'now, even BB cannot say "sharukh is not a good actor. I came here to learn how a Gurkha works in an envrironment other than his own so that I can show the real Gurkha in the make believe world of film making but after working here for the last 6 days and being with the children of the apartment, I feel, I won't be able to leave this work. Moreover, the soft idly's with the sambhar given by the aunty everyday - OMG! will I be able to live without that?"
m.
But "Rubber singh" is standing in the shadows along with his side kict ser sor and observing the moments of the residents asingh" alert the gurkha is to plan a heist.
his surkha suddenly wakes on hearing a sound gets on his fedents a flash but there is a sudden twist now to the plot,the ankle oly wakha is sprained .
Then......n his ..
He, the gurkha simply forgot about the singing rubber and the sambar without idli. He then slowly came near the staihe gurto get his daily breakfast. He knew he had got ahe samloaf of bread and a bottle of his favorite oorgktairca
he brea hisemed to have been touched. the oorgkha gone missing.
Then,,,,,
Gurkha roled Sharukh is shocked to his oorgkka missing and then he remembe oorgkt his koiba friend Koeb was to visit him. Knowinh is shwell that his naughty friend koeb is che reeembers ly devouring the Oond Koebithout even shedding two tears, he movest hisiously w frihis limping leg. But what he sees astounds him .It is not hisen send Koeb, but a smiling Simple ladysly witred with Oorgkka looking at him deeply as if she is questioning him 'ettu sharukh"/
Then,
Heavy rains lashes the city,pudumaiokinves into the cross road in his black fiat, m 'ettu LK and says," do not worry LK! get in the car... i gai dyives inft ". LK gets in the car and car speeds fast LK andharuk says, " ettu LK!"
Then,
LK seeing Pudumai in the driving seat just shrieks 'Pudumai, Enna Kodumai ithu? Sharukh is my friend and I was just playing games with him and you thought he is terrorising me and asked me to get into the car. Without knowing it is you, I got into the car only reason being you were in your police outfit. Nice that you did not get into any 'fake encounter' and killed Sharukh"
Then,
Private Reply to Lavanya Karalkar | | Jul 07, 2009 2:03 pm | | re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # |
Pudumai Balakrishnan Balakrishnan | | then... pudumai says "it is encounter with sharuk..let him be alone, and let us have a good dinner at the finest five star hotel". now car raaches five star hotel. LK forgot sharuk and happily joins dinner with pudumai. there is a shenoy sad music and camera turns to tea stall: there sharuk eats bun and drinks tea! Private Reply to Pudumai Balakrishnan Balakrishnan | | Jul 07, 2009 2:37 pm | | re: re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # |
Lavanya Karalkar | | 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.
But the first smell, was that nicotine? But "it does not seem to be" wondered the hero, Just them not too near and not too far a faint figure seemed to be standing under a lamp post, one leg firmly on ground. The smoke came from the silhouette. And smelt more like burning nicotine laced hair.
The faint figure standing under the lamp post appears to have injured his big toe and a drop of blood is oozing out.
But now the 'clot thickens' as it is coagulating!
Now the silhouette figure starts moving with a slight limp just as the moon comes out partly from the clouds.
There is sudden howl in the wind as it picks up speed and sends the windows rattling in the building in a staccato beat!
Suddenly the door of the lift opens and there comes the Uncle with the script writer cousin, loudly discussing what could be coming next in the story.
'hahahahahahahahha' laughs the Uncle loudly and says to the cousin, 'your aunty can never stop playing carroms and I am sure the next door neighbours are going to complain soon'.
But his laugh stops in the middle, when he sees the limping figure moving towards him. Cousin and me just look at the figure and what we see? Are we seeing the reality or is it a ghost because the figure seems to float as it comes nearby.
Suddenly from behind aunty shrieks, "Lalooji! what a surprise! Didn't even tell us that you are to come. Have you come alone? Is she with you, your friend from the platform I mean?" Then she notices his limp and turns pale whilst asking, "What happened? you seem hurt. Come let me tie you up. Bandage I mean." Saying so much she had already started wiping clean the wound.
Aunty has finished cleaning the wound and ties the bandage.
But she is a little tongue tied and cannot talk from the exertion.
Now the silence is broken when a sudden down pour starts again & a bright lightening streaks across the sky followed by the reverberating thunder.
Lalooji just smiles and contemptuously shouts towards the sky"chup" to derail & change the tempo of the train of thought.
He is aware that lot pruit trees in the vicinity are enjoying the bountiful rains, so smiles at them benovelently.
Raising his little finger Lalooji says, "I am very very happy and proud to see that your building committee has decided to engage a Gurkha who has come as a refugee from Nepal. Very very good global integration. Keep it up."
Continues:
Hearing this, there is a naughty smile on the Gurkha's lips. He thinks to himself 'now, even BB cannot say "sharukh is not a good actor. I came here to learn how a Gurkha works in an envrironment other than his own so that I can show the real Gurkha in the make believe world of film making but after working here for the last 6 days and being with the children of the apartment, I feel, I won't be able to leave this work. Moreover, the soft idly's with the sambhar given by the aunty everyday - OMG! will I be able to live without that?"
m.
But "Rubber singh" is standing in the shadows along with his side kict ser sor and observing the moments of the residents asingh" alert the gurkha is to plan a heist.
his surkha suddenly wakes on hearing a sound gets on his fedents a flash but there is a sudden twist now to the plot,the ankle oly wakha is sprained .
Then......n his ..
He, the gurkha simply forgot about the singing rubber and the sambar without idli. He then slowly came near the staihe gurto get his daily breakfast. He knew he had got ahe samloaf of bread and a bottle of his favorite oorgktairca
he brea hisemed to have been touched. the oorgkha gone missing.
Then,,,,,
Gurkha roled Sharukh is shocked to his oorgkka missing and then he remembe oorgkt his koiba friend Koeb was to visit him. Knowinh is shwell that his naughty friend koeb is che reeembers ly devouring the Oond Koebithout even shedding two tears, he movest hisiously w frihis limping leg. But what he sees astounds him .It is not hisen send Koeb, but a smiling Simple ladysly witred with Oorgkka looking at him deeply as if she is questioning him 'ettu sharukh"/
Then,
Heavy rains lashes the city,pudumaiokinves into the cross road in his black fiat, m 'ettu LK and says," do not worry LK! get in the car... i gai dyives inft ". LK gets in the car and car speeds fast LK andharuk says, " ettu LK!"
Then,
LK seeing Pudumai in the driving seat just shrieks 'Pudumai, Enna Kodumai ithu? Sharukh is my friend and I was just playing games with him and you thought he is terrorising me and asked me to get into the car. Without knowing it is you, I got into the car only reason being you were in your police outfit. Nice that you did not get into any 'fake encounter' and killed Sharukh"
Then,
then... pudumai says "it is encounter with sharuk..let him be alone, and let us have a good dinner at the finest five star hotel". now car raaches five star hotel. LK forgot sharuk and happily joins dinner with pudumai. there is a shenoy sad music and camera turns to tea stall: there sharuk eats bun and drinks tea!
Then,
now the lady seeing sharukh eating bun and drinking tea in a five star hotel starts thinking like Partheeban when he is Vadivelu. She most charmingly tells Pudumai, 'See Pudumai, my friend Sharukh is rich and why not make him pay for our dinner too. Let us eat what all we want and then make him pay" Police agrees and the lady goes to Sharukh and tells him her idea and tells him that once the dinner is finished both of them should vanish as if going to rest room ( Indian toilet) and Pudumai being 'Kadamai thavaratha Policekarar' will take care of the bill. Sharukh agrees immediately and comes to the table of Policekar and salutes him in sharukh 'ishtyle' and Polickaar is impressed and offers him a seat. Then Sharukh without blinking his eyes tells the Policekaar . "Sir, I appreciate your saving the damsel in distress and for this would you allow me to buy you a dinner' and now they all are into eating into stomachfull. Let us see what our Vadivel is going to do,
Then,Private Reply to Lavanya Karalkar | | Jul 07, 2009 10:54 pm | | re: re: re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # |
Ganesh Ram | | Vadivel came, sat with eating party. But his eyes were bloodshot. It was full moon alright, suddenly,(no) as usual, the power failed. But it was a candle light dinner so each of the eating party could see the others face. Face alone.
Then...Private Reply to Ganesh Ram | | Jul 08, 2009 1:37 am | | re: re: re: re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # |
padmanabhan ramasubban | | Then in the candle light dinner vadivelu cannot see properly and moreover he is little over the moon with all the spirits consumed earlier .
Now the serious actor he is ,he reaches for the food and accidentally picks up candle and eats it.
He now waxes eloquent telling this is the hottest & smoothest food he has enjoyed, all the while there is smoke emanating from his mouth.
NOw parthiban says idhudhan steaming foodu da vennai.
But vadi looks a little like a buttered toast and stupidly smiles at parthiban ..............Private Reply to padmanabhan ramasubban | | Jul 08, 2009 8:45 am | | re: re: re: re: re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # |
Lavanya Karalkar | | 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.
But the first smell, was that nicotine? But "it does not seem to be" wondered the hero, Just them not too near and not too far a faint figure seemed to be standing under a lamp post, one leg firmly on ground. The smoke came from the silhouette. And smelt more like burning nicotine laced hair.
The faint figure standing under the lamp post appears to have injured his big toe and a drop of blood is oozing out.
But now the 'clot thickens' as it is coagulating!
Now the silhouette figure starts moving with a slight limp just as the moon comes out partly from the clouds.
There is sudden howl in the wind as it picks up speed and sends the windows rattling in the building in a staccato beat!
Suddenly the door of the lift opens and there comes the Uncle with the script writer cousin, loudly discussing what could be coming next in the story.
'hahahahahahahahha' laughs the Uncle loudly and says to the cousin, 'your aunty can never stop playing carroms and I am sure the next door neighbours are going to complain soon'.
But his laugh stops in the middle, when he sees the limping figure moving towards him. Cousin and me just look at the figure and what we see? Are we seeing the reality or is it a ghost because the figure seems to float as it comes nearby.
Suddenly from behind aunty shrieks, "Lalooji! what a surprise! Didn't even tell us that you are to come. Have you come alone? Is she with you, your friend from the platform I mean?" Then she notices his limp and turns pale whilst asking, "What happened? you seem hurt. Come let me tie you up. Bandage I mean." Saying so much she had already started wiping clean the wound.
Aunty has finished cleaning the wound and ties the bandage.
But she is a little tongue tied and cannot talk from the exertion.
Now the silence is broken when a sudden down pour starts again & a bright lightening streaks across the sky followed by the reverberating thunder.
Lalooji just smiles and contemptuously shouts towards the sky"chup" to derail & change the tempo of the train of thought.
He is aware that lot pruit trees in the vicinity are enjoying the bountiful rains, so smiles at them benovelently.
Raising his little finger Lalooji says, "I am very very happy and proud to see that your building committee has decided to engage a Gurkha who has come as a refugee from Nepal. Very very good global integration. Keep it up."
Continues:
Hearing this, there is a naughty smile on the Gurkha's lips. He thinks to himself 'now, even BB cannot say "sharukh is not a good actor. I came here to learn how a Gurkha works in an envrironment other than his own so that I can show the real Gurkha in the make believe world of film making but after working here for the last 6 days and being with the children of the apartment, I feel, I won't be able to leave this work. Moreover, the soft idly's with the sambhar given by the aunty everyday - OMG! will I be able to live without that?"
m.
But "Rubber singh" is standing in the shadows along with his side kict ser sor and observing the moments of the residents asingh" alert the gurkha is to plan a heist.
his surkha suddenly wakes on hearing a sound gets on his fedents a flash but there is a sudden twist now to the plot,the ankle oly wakha is sprained .
Then......n his ..
He, the gurkha simply forgot about the singing rubber and the sambar without idli. He then slowly came near the staihe gurto get his daily breakfast. He knew he had got ahe samloaf of bread and a bottle of his favorite oorgktairca
he brea hisemed to have been touched. the oorgkha gone missing.
Then,,,,,
Gurkha roled Sharukh is shocked to his oorgkka missing and then he remembe oorgkt his koiba friend Koeb was to visit him. Knowinh is shwell that his naughty friend koeb is che reeembers ly devouring the Oond Koebithout even shedding two tears, he movest hisiously w frihis limping leg. But what he sees astounds him .It is not hisen send Koeb, but a smiling Simple ladysly witred with Oorgkka looking at him deeply as if she is questioning him 'ettu sharukh"/
Then,
Heavy rains lashes the city,pudumaiokinves into the cross road in his black fiat, m 'ettu LK and says," do not worry LK! get in the car... i gai dyives inft ". LK gets in the car and car speeds fast LK andharuk says, " ettu LK!"
Then,
LK seeing Pudumai in the driving seat just shrieks 'Pudumai, Enna Kodumai ithu? Sharukh is my friend and I was just playing games with him and you thought he is terrorising me and asked me to get into the car. Without knowing it is you, I got into the car only reason being you were in your police outfit. Nice that you did not get into any 'fake encounter' and killed Sharukh"
Then,
then... pudumai says "it is encounter with sharuk..let him be alone, and let us have a good dinner at the finest five star hotel". now car raaches five star hotel. LK forgot sharuk and happily joins dinner with pudumai. there is a shenoy sad music and camera turns to tea stall: there sharuk eats bun and drinks tea!
Then,
now the lady seeing sharukh eating bun and drinking tea in a five star hotel starts thinking like Partheeban when he is Vadivelu. She most charmingly tells Pudumai, 'See Pudumai, my friend Sharukh is rich and why not make him pay for our dinner too. Let us eat what all we want and then make him pay" Police agrees and the lady goes to Sharukh and tells him her idea and tells him that once the dinner is finished both of them should vanish as if going to rest room ( Indian toilet) and Pudumai being 'Kadamai thavaratha Policekarar' will take care of the bill. Sharukh agrees immediately and comes to the table of Policekar and salutes him in sharukh 'ishtyle' and Polickaar is impressed and offers him a seat. Then Sharukh without blinking his eyes tells the Policekaar . "Sir, I appreciate your saving the damsel in distress and for this would you allow me to buy you a dinner' and now they all are into eating into stomachfull. Let us see what our Vadivel is going to do,
Then,
Vadivel came, sat with eating party. But his eyes were bloodshot. It was full moon alright, suddenly,(no) as usual, the power failed. But it was a candle light dinner so each of the eating party could see the others face. Face alone.
Then...
Then in the candle light dinner vadivelu cannot see properly and moreover he is little over the moon with all the spirits consumed earlier .
Now the serious actor he is ,he reaches for the food and accidentally picks up candle and eats it.
He now waxes eloquent telling this is the hottest & smoothest food he has enjoyed, all the while there is smoke emanating from his mouth.
NOw parthiban says idhudhan steaming foodu da vennai.
But vadi looks a little like a buttered toast and stupidly smiles at parthiban ..............
Then,
now the story takes a twise, our Policekaar acting like a 'vedi vacha vadivelu' infact is really acting like a fool. In fact, the power cut was arranged by him in connivance with the hotel management. Infact, taking the lady in the car and going to the five star hotel etc was also preplanned by him to investigate on a group of big 'dada' operating on the outskirts of chennai. Infact, the Gurkha himself was one of the 'chota' of the big dada (see otherwise how a gurkha can take bun and tea in five star hotel?) The candle had a secret camera and was taking video's of the Gurkha and other people, But when the lady knowingly or unknowingly brought Gurkha to the table, Policekaar signed to the hotel managment of put off the lights and ate the candle (a wafer bicuit candle) after carefully holding the camera under his tongue. Policekaar na summava?
then,
(PS: please copy and paste the whole story so that any interested !!! reader can atleast try to understand this mind blogging presentation. I am sure after he/she reads the story, the member going to scratch his/her head telling 'thalaiyum puriyale, vaalum puriyale' (unable to understand head or tail) )
Private Reply to Lavanya Karalkar | | Jul 08, 2009 11:29 am | | re: re: re: re: re: re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # |
Ganesh Ram | | 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.
But the first smell, was that nicotine? But "it does not seem to be" wondered the hero, Just them not too near and not too far a faint figure seemed to be standing under a lamp post, one leg firmly on ground. The smoke came from the silhouette. And smelt more like burning nicotine laced hair.
The faint figure standing under the lamp post appears to have injured his big toe and a drop of blood is oozing out.
But now the 'clot thickens' as it is coagulating!
Now the silhouette figure starts moving with a slight limp just as the moon comes out partly from the clouds.
There is sudden howl in the wind as it picks up speed and sends the windows rattling in the building in a staccato beat!
Suddenly the door of the lift opens and there comes the Uncle with the script writer cousin, loudly discussing what could be coming next in the story.
'hahahahahahahahha' laughs the Uncle loudly and says to the cousin, 'your aunty can never stop playing carroms and I am sure the next door neighbours are going to complain soon'.
But his laugh stops in the middle, when he sees the limping figure moving towards him. Cousin and me just look at the figure and what we see? Are we seeing the reality or is it a ghost because the figure seems to float as it comes nearby.
Suddenly from behind aunty shrieks, "Lalooji! what a surprise! Didn't even tell us that you are to come. Have you come alone? Is she with you, your friend from the platform I mean?" Then she notices his limp and turns pale whilst asking, "What happened? you seem hurt. Come let me tie you up. Bandage I mean." Saying so much she had already started wiping clean the wound.
Aunty has finished cleaning the wound and ties the bandage.
But she is a little tongue tied and cannot talk from the exertion.
Now the silence is broken when a sudden down pour starts again & a bright lightening streaks across the sky followed by the reverberating thunder.
Lalooji just smiles and contemptuously shouts towards the sky"chup" to derail & change the tempo of the train of thought.
He is aware that lot pruit trees in the vicinity are enjoying the bountiful rains, so smiles at them benovelently.
Raising his little finger Lalooji says, "I am very very happy and proud to see that your building committee has decided to engage a Gurkha who has come as a refugee from Nepal. Very very good global integration. Keep it up."
Continues:
Hearing this, there is a naughty smile on the Gurkha's lips. He thinks to himself 'now, even BB cannot say "sharukh is not a good actor. I came here to learn how a Gurkha works in an envrironment other than his own so that I can show the real Gurkha in the make believe world of film making but after working here for the last 6 days and being with the children of the apartment, I feel, I won't be able to leave this work. Moreover, the soft idly's with the sambhar given by the aunty everyday - OMG! will I be able to live without that?"
m.
But "Rubber singh" is standing in the shadows along with his side kict ser sor and observing the moments of the residents asingh" alert the gurkha is to plan a heist.
his surkha suddenly wakes on hearing a sound gets on his fedents a flash but there is a sudden twist now to the plot,the ankle oly wakha is sprained .
Then......n his ..
He, the gurkha simply forgot about the singing rubber and the sambar without idli. He then slowly came near the staihe gurto get his daily breakfast. He knew he had got ahe samloaf of bread and a bottle of his favorite oorgktairca
he brea hisemed to have been touched. the oorgkha gone missing.
Then,,,,,
Gurkha roled Sharukh is shocked to his oorgkka missing and then he remembe oorgkt his koiba friend Koeb was to visit him. Knowinh is shwell that his naughty friend koeb is che reeembers ly devouring the Oond Koebithout even shedding two tears, he movest hisiously w frihis limping leg. But what he sees astounds him .It is not hisen send Koeb, but a smiling Simple ladysly witred with Oorgkka looking at him deeply as if she is questioning him 'ettu sharukh"/
Then,
Heavy rains lashes the city,pudumaiokinves into the cross road in his black fiat, m 'ettu LK and says," do not worry LK! get in the car... i gai dyives inft ". LK gets in the car and car speeds fast LK andharuk says, " ettu LK!"
Then,
LK seeing Pudumai in the driving seat just shrieks 'Pudumai, Enna Kodumai ithu? Sharukh is my friend and I was just playing games with him and you thought he is terrorising me and asked me to get into the car. Without knowing it is you, I got into the car only reason being you were in your police outfit. Nice that you did not get into any 'fake encounter' and killed Sharukh"
Then,
then... pudumai says "it is encounter with sharuk..let him be alone, and let us have a good dinner at the finest five star hotel". now car raaches five star hotel. LK forgot sharuk and happily joins dinner with pudumai. there is a shenoy sad music and camera turns to tea stall: there sharuk eats bun and drinks tea!
Then,
now the lady seeing sharukh eating bun and drinking tea in a five star hotel starts thinking like Partheeban when he is Vadivelu. She most charmingly tells Pudumai, 'See Pudumai, my friend Sharukh is rich and why not make him pay for our dinner too. Let us eat what all we want and then make him pay" Police agrees and the lady goes to Sharukh and tells him her idea and tells him that once the dinner is finished both of them should vanish as if going to rest room ( Indian toilet) and Pudumai being 'Kadamai thavaratha Policekarar' will take care of the bill. Sharukh agrees immediately and comes to the table of Policekar and salutes him in sharukh 'ishtyle' and Polickaar is impressed and offers him a seat. Then Sharukh without blinking his eyes tells the Policekaar . "Sir, I appreciate your saving the damsel in distress and for this would you allow me to buy you a dinner' and now they all are into eating into stomachfull. Let us see what our Vadivel is going to do,
Then,
Vadivel came, sat with eating party. But his eyes were bloodshot. It was full moon alright, suddenly,(no) as usual, the power failed. But it was a candle light dinner so each of the eating party could see the others face. Face alone.
Then...
Then in the candle light dinner vadivelu cannot see properly and moreover he is little over the moon with all the spirits consumed earlier .
Now the serious actor he is ,he reaches for the food and accidentally picks up candle and eats it.
He now waxes eloquent telling this is the hottest & smoothest food he has enjoyed, all the while there is smoke emanating from his mouth.
NOw parthiban says idhudhan steaming foodu da vennai.
But vadi looks a little like a buttered toast and stupidly smiles at parthiban ..............
Then,
now the story takes a twise, our Policekaar acting like a 'vedi vacha vadivelu' infact is really acting like a fool. In fact, the power cut was arranged by him in connivance with the hotel management. Infact, taking the lady in the car and going to the five star hotel etc was also preplanned by him to investigate on a group of big 'dada' operating on the outskirts of chennai. Infact, the Gurkha himself was one of the 'chota' of the big dada (see otherwise how a gurkha can take bun and tea in five star hotel?) The candle had a secret camera and was taking video's of the Gurkha and other people, But when the lady knowingly or unknowingly brought Gurkha to the table, Policekaar signed to the hotel managment of put off the lights and ate the candle (a wafer bicuit candle) after carefully holding the camera under his tongue. Policekaar na summava?
then,
(PS: please copy and paste the whole story so that any interested !!! reader can atleast try to understand this mind blogging presentation. I am sure after he/she reads the story, the member going to scratch his/her head telling 'thalaiyum puriyale, vaalum puriyale' (unable to understand head or tail) )
Then...
The lady had to go to the powder room, because the last line in script started so.
The police came to book but saw only faces. Suddenly the room became bright, because the police had a bright idea. He opened his netbook. Was trying hard to find a anonymous wireless connection to remote into his desktop at the office. He was about to emote ( :-( ), because he could not get a connection or could see the keyboard clearly.
The room became brighter, yes another bright idea, he asked vadivel for his Blackberry. Opened it to do a text message. The blackberry screen became bright white, like as though it was cleaned with Super RIN.
Using that, he remoted into his desktop. But it took a long time to get the correct userid and password. All excitement and tension made him forget the correct userid and password out of 15 pairs he uses to hack into many computers(of course the terrorists')
Once he was in, the room's brightness came down a little bit, because he switched off one of the bright ideas having completed it successfully. he also remembered the carbon footprints. he made a note of the word foot prints . But with the other bright idea went to look at his FaceBook friends. Remember ( he saw faces and he wanted to book) that was the key.
Logging into his facebook, he went to load the app for analyzing footprints that he had written. He had the app loaded. But how to get the gurkha's foot print?
The room became bright again. Of course another idea. He dropped the panneer tikka masala bowl on the floor near the gurkha. Not on gurkha but near him.
The gurkha trying to step aside, placed his shoe on the panneer tikka masala sauce. The policekaar then used the napkin to get the footprint from the floor, of the gurkha pretending to wipe the shoes.
He then silently used yhe blackberry's built in camera to capture the print. He messaged that to his gmail from blackberry. He then logged into his gmail which now he saw was not beta anymore and loaded the picture into his facebook app.
But alas....
Then.....Private Reply to Ganesh Ram | | Jul 08, 2009 12:04 pm | | re: re: re: re: re: re: re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # |
Lavanya Karalkar | | 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.
But the first smell, was that nicotine? But "it does not seem to be" wondered the hero, Just them not too near and not too far a faint figure seemed to be standing under a lamp post, one leg firmly on ground. The smoke came from the silhouette. And smelt more like burning nicotine laced hair.
The faint figure standing under the lamp post appears to have injured his big toe and a drop of blood is oozing out.
But now the 'clot thickens' as it is coagulating!
Now the silhouette figure starts moving with a slight limp just as the moon comes out partly from the clouds.
There is sudden howl in the wind as it picks up speed and sends the windows rattling in the building in a staccato beat!
Suddenly the door of the lift opens and there comes the Uncle with the script writer cousin, loudly discussing what could be coming next in the story.
'hahahahahahahahha' laughs the Uncle loudly and says to the cousin, 'your aunty can never stop playing carroms and I am sure the next door neighbours are going to complain soon'.
But his laugh stops in the middle, when he sees the limping figure moving towards him. Cousin and me just look at the figure and what we see? Are we seeing the reality or is it a ghost because the figure seems to float as it comes nearby.
Suddenly from behind aunty shrieks, "Lalooji! what a surprise! Didn't even tell us that you are to come. Have you come alone? Is she with you, your friend from the platform I mean?" Then she notices his limp and turns pale whilst asking, "What happened? you seem hurt. Come let me tie you up. Bandage I mean." Saying so much she had already started wiping clean the wound.
Aunty has finished cleaning the wound and ties the bandage.
But she is a little tongue tied and cannot talk from the exertion.
Now the silence is broken when a sudden down pour starts again & a bright lightening streaks across the sky followed by the reverberating thunder.
Lalooji just smiles and contemptuously shouts towards the sky"chup" to derail & change the tempo of the train of thought.
He is aware that lot pruit trees in the vicinity are enjoying the bountiful rains, so smiles at them benovelently.
Raising his little finger Lalooji says, "I am very very happy and proud to see that your building committee has decided to engage a Gurkha who has come as a refugee from Nepal. Very very good global integration. Keep it up."
Continues:
Hearing this, there is a naughty smile on the Gurkha's lips. He thinks to himself 'now, even BB cannot say "sharukh is not a good actor. I came here to learn how a Gurkha works in an envrironment other than his own so that I can show the real Gurkha in the make believe world of film making but after working here for the last 6 days and being with the children of the apartment, I feel, I won't be able to leave this work. Moreover, the soft idly's with the sambhar given by the aunty everyday - OMG! will I be able to live without that?"
m.
But "Rubber singh" is standing in the shadows along with his side kict ser sor and observing the moments of the residents asingh" alert the gurkha is to plan a heist.
his surkha suddenly wakes on hearing a sound gets on his fedents a flash but there is a sudden twist now to the plot,the ankle oly wakha is sprained .
Then......n his ..
He, the gurkha simply forgot about the singing rubber and the sambar without idli. He then slowly came near the staihe gurto get his daily breakfast. He knew he had got ahe samloaf of bread and a bottle of his favorite oorgktairca
he brea hisemed to have been touched. the oorgkha gone missing.
Then,,,,,
Gurkha roled Sharukh is shocked to his oorgkka missing and then he remembe oorgkt his koiba friend Koeb was to visit him. Knowinh is shwell that his naughty friend koeb is che reeembers ly devouring the Oond Koebithout even shedding two tears, he movest hisiously w frihis limping leg. But what he sees astounds him .It is not hisen send Koeb, but a smiling Simple ladysly witred with Oorgkka looking at him deeply as if she is questioning him 'ettu sharukh"/
Then,
Heavy rains lashes the city,pudumaiokinves into the cross road in his black fiat, m 'ettu LK and says," do not worry LK! get in the car... i gai dyives inft ". LK gets in the car and car speeds fast LK andharuk says, " ettu LK!"
Then,
LK seeing Pudumai in the driving seat just shrieks 'Pudumai, Enna Kodumai ithu? Sharukh is my friend and I was just playing games with him and you thought he is terrorising me and asked me to get into the car. Without knowing it is you, I got into the car only reason being you were in your police outfit. Nice that you did not get into any 'fake encounter' and killed Sharukh"
Then,
then... pudumai says "it is encounter with sharuk..let him be alone, and let us have a good dinner at the finest five star hotel". now car raaches five star hotel. LK forgot sharuk and happily joins dinner with pudumai. there is a shenoy sad music and camera turns to tea stall: there sharuk eats bun and drinks tea!
Then,
now the lady seeing sharukh eating bun and drinking tea in a five star hotel starts thinking like Partheeban when he is Vadivelu. She most charmingly tells Pudumai, 'See Pudumai, my friend Sharukh is rich and why not make him pay for our dinner too. Let us eat what all we want and then make him pay" Police agrees and the lady goes to Sharukh and tells him her idea and tells him that once the dinner is finished both of them should vanish as if going to rest room ( Indian toilet) and Pudumai being 'Kadamai thavaratha Policekarar' will take care of the bill. Sharukh agrees immediately and comes to the table of Policekar and salutes him in sharukh 'ishtyle' and Polickaar is impressed and offers him a seat. Then Sharukh without blinking his eyes tells the Policekaar . "Sir, I appreciate your saving the damsel in distress and for this would you allow me to buy you a dinner' and now they all are into eating into stomachfull. Let us see what our Vadivel is going to do,
Then,
Vadivel came, sat with eating party. But his eyes were bloodshot. It was full moon alright, suddenly,(no) as usual, the power failed. But it was a candle light dinner so each of the eating party could see the others face. Face alone.
Then...
Then in the candle light dinner vadivelu cannot see properly and moreover he is little over the moon with all the spirits consumed earlier .
Now the serious actor he is ,he reaches for the food and accidentally picks up candle and eats it.
He now waxes eloquent telling this is the hottest & smoothest food he has enjoyed, all the while there is smoke emanating from his mouth.
NOw parthiban says idhudhan steaming foodu da vennai.
But vadi looks a little like a buttered toast and stupidly smiles at parthiban ..............
Then,
now the story takes a twise, our Policekaar acting like a 'vedi vacha vadivelu' infact is really acting like a fool. In fact, the power cut was arranged by him in connivance with the hotel management. Infact, taking the lady in the car and going to the five star hotel etc was also preplanned by him to investigate on a group of big 'dada' operating on the outskirts of chennai. Infact, the Gurkha himself was one of the 'chota' of the big dada (see otherwise how a gurkha can take bun and tea in five star hotel?) The candle had a secret camera and was taking video's of the Gurkha and other people, But when the lady knowingly or unknowingly brought Gurkha to the table, Policekaar signed to the hotel managment of put off the lights and ate the candle (a wafer bicuit candle) after carefully holding the camera under his tongue. Policekaar na summava?
then,
(PS: please copy and paste the whole story so that any interested !!! reader can atleast try to understand this mind blogging presentation. I am sure after he/she reads the story, the member going to scratch his/her head telling 'thalaiyum puriyale, vaalum puriyale' (unable to understand head or tail) )
Then...
The lady had to go to the powder room, because the last line in script started so.
The police came to book but saw only faces. Suddenly the room became bright, because the police had a bright idea. He opened his netbook. Was trying hard to find a anonymous wireless connection to remote into his desktop at the office. He was about to emote ( :-( ), because he could not get a connection or could see the keyboard clearly.
The room became brighter, yes another bright idea, he asked vadivel for his Blackberry. Opened it to do a text message. The blackberry screen became bright white, like as though it was cleaned with Super RIN.
Using that, he remoted into his desktop. But it took a long time to get the correct userid and password. All excitement and tension made him forget the correct userid and password out of 15 pairs he uses to hack into many computers(of course the terrorists')
Once he was in, the room's brightness came down a little bit, because he switched off one of the bright ideas having completed it successfully. he also remembered the carbon footprints. he made a note of the word foot prints . But with the other bright idea went to look at his FaceBook friends. Remember ( he saw faces and he wanted to book) that was the key.
Logging into his facebook, he went to load the app for analyzing footprints that he had written. He had the app loaded. But how to get the gurkha's foot print?
The room became bright again. Of course another idea. He dropped the panneer tikka masala bowl on the floor near the gurkha. Not on gurkha but near him.
The gurkha trying to step aside, placed his shoe on the panneer tikka masala sauce. The policekaar then used the napkin to get the footprint from the floor, of the gurkha pretending to wipe the shoes.
He then silently used yhe blackberry's built in camera to capture the print. He messaged that to his gmail from blackberry. He then logged into his gmail which now he saw was not beta anymore and loaded the picture into his facebook app.
But alas....
Then.....
by the time the lady returns from the powder room (rest room/toilet anyway you can call it) and seeing the bright policekaar, she becomes brighter (poweder effect) and asks policekaar the reason for brightness. The policekaar raises his hands towards the ceiling meaning 'God is there to help him and hence the brightness' but the lady not so bright thinks because the lights it is bright.
In the meanwhile, nis notebooks again disconnects and thr brightness slowly turning to darkness. The lady gets a bright idea - she tells Policekaar 'hay our techie friend from Boston will be able to use his html knowledge to solve this techie problem'
thenPrivate Reply to Lavanya Karalkar | | Jul 08, 2009 12:31 pm | | re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # | 
Senthil Nathan | | I see this is shaping up nicely. Who holds the copyright for this story?
May be Sushi Madam can help to bring this story in any popular weekly after editing and making it a fine one.
SenthilPrivate Reply to Senthil Nathan | | Jul 08, 2009 2:15 pm | | re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # |
Pudumai Balakrishnan Balakrishnan | | POLICEKAR may be kamalhasan, rajinkath or sivaji ganesan. not vadivelu! Private Reply to Pudumai Balakrishnan Balakrishnan | | Jul 09, 2009 12:55 am | | re: re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # |
padmanabhan ramasubban | | Engayioh poieteengaa policekar!
But sivaji,ranjanikanth & kamalahasan also sometimes do comedy even when enacting serious characters with their style overdone .
just ensoy!Private Reply to padmanabhan ramasubban | | Jul 09, 2009 8:20 am | | re: re: re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # |
Lavanya Karalkar | | and Vadivelu plays hero in 22m Pulikesi or something like that. Private Reply to Lavanya Karalkar | | Jul 09, 2009 11:43 am | | re: re: re: re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # |
Ganesh Ram | | continuing the events as it happened..
Looking at the connection dying out, the policekaar was miserable. But he had the blond, the lady who came for the dinner with him, around
She suggested the techie link, remember? She should be blond.
But no connection how would he communicate with the techie?
Just then at the karaoke bar, there was a song request, and the singer tried hard to pronounce the lyrics.
But polickAr having been trained in speedreading tried reading it fast. But the screen was far away.
Ttime was short.
So was his sight.
With his razor sharp brain, he short circuited his sight and time and used the blackberry to read the lines,
It read,
Telephone maNipOl siripavaL ivaLA?
He looked at the blond,
She laughed or was it the cellphone ringing?
Looked at the blackberry it was not ringing.
It must be the blond he chuckled.
There was bright light again. The blond looked up at the ceiling.
The policekar was texting the techie.
The scene pans to boston.
What a day! What a day!
Things are so peaceful that one could feel the storm brewing somewhere in the southwest from Boston. It was around 2.00 PM EST
The techie was doing his work at his office. Suddenly a text msg in his samsung flip phone.
"I hate this", the techie said. He does not like people texting him unless it is important.
The message read, "need html help. log on to our common account -PK"
The scene pans back to the dinner table,
the gurkha, vadivel and parthiban were smiling as if they have conquered a network.
Little did the polickar realize that he is using vadivel's blackberry and is compromising the
access to policekar's userids and passwords. Also now the policekAr has opened a larger network
to spam for the triads.
Then....Private Reply to Ganesh Ram | | Jul 09, 2009 12:33 pm | | re: re: re: re: re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # |
padmanabhan ramasubban | | Then the blond sings orruu koodai sunlight ,ooru koodai moonlight to tighten his belt and lighten the tension.
Now policekaar is using the blackberry and eating strawberry
from a box.
Now he sees the fat Rubber singh calling his side kick "Arre oh Sambhar"
But sambhar observes the gurkha sitting idly ,eating the idlies with oorkha!
But the oorkha is too hot and gurkha wants water urgently to lessen the heat of the booth Jalokia powder used in oorkha.
Parthiben calls the vaudeville vadivel softly "dey vennai avanuku thanni kattu raa"
But Vadelivel gives him a bottle by mistake in which he has already mixed paattai sarayam with water as a ready mix>
The gurkha takes a swig of water to stop his eyes watering from heat of oorkha and turns to Vadivel "ivaan rowmbha nallavan "
Suddenly the policekaar enters with his police car..............
Private Reply to padmanabhan ramasubban | | Jul 09, 2009 3:47 pm | | re: re: re: re: re: re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # |
Ganesh Ram | | Pan to Boston:
the techie asks for permission and goes home to log into the "common account". He logs into it and opens his HTML editor, his favorite notepad.
Looks at his communication console,
sees Policekar, checks the location of Policekar from his mashup app he developed using Google API. The techie sees Policekar in logging from the computer in the car.
Firt message: Techie verifies PoliceKar by a challenging question
Techie: PK are you in car?
PK: oui
Techie confirms it is policekar indeed.
He then shares the notepad with PK.
PK: I need to scan a footprint for in the Indian RAW database
Techie: Ok let me route into that. Do I have the permission?
PK: Use our "President given" userid and the password is password.
Techie: Ok. let me do that.
Techie enters the userid and enters password as (ha ha I will not tell the real password). Thinking such smiles at the desktop.
Then....Private Reply to Ganesh Ram | | Jul 09, 2009 4:08 pm | | re: re: re: re: re: re: re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # |
Lavanya Karalkar | | Continued :
Techie smiles to himself heartily as he is alone at home and looks into the monitor and what he sees,
a muffled shriek from the techie fills the empty home. While the roads are flooded and the rains bashing the window panes, the muffled shriek from the techie is really muffled.
He again closes his eyes as if to remove the image he is seeing on the monitor and then opens his eyes.
again the same image,
Policekaar showing his 32 minus 7 teeth with his hair standing out as if the ceiling is having a magnetic effect on the hair of the police kaar but all this even if it is little out of this world was not the one which made the techie let out a muffled shriek but the foot print scanned looked like that of the 'Dinosar' in Boston Sceintific Museum ( with three fingers in the front and one hanging from behind the foot) But, our brave techie would not have let out the shriek seeing the Dinosar foot na? But it was not only the foot of Dinosar that frightened our techie. The foot seemed to get bigger and bigger as if it will come out of the monitor to hit the nose of the techie
Now all yours, Private Reply to Lavanya Karalkar | | Jul 09, 2009 5:45 pm | | re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # |
padmanabhan ramasubban | | Now all yours,
Polickaar does not bat an eyelid and stares at the dino foot thinking my foot I know this because the fossiled foot of dinasour has been scanned and subject to carbon dating to find out how young is the T-rex!
Now enters vadeville vadivel with classic line"Ah ha,Vaandu taangaa ayaa ,vaandutangaa"Private Reply to padmanabhan ramasubban | | Jul 09, 2009 6:45 pm | | re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # |
Ganesh Ram | | Pan to Boston,
Techie: Hmmmmm ! How many times ? How many times to tell Pk? PK ! do not do not point the mouse on the maginifying icon and keep tapping with your index finger on the mousepad. If you want to think tap your brain not the mousepad.
PK: he he he. But do you see what I see?
Techie: duh! we are sharing the Notepad remember?
PK: Thousand apologies! Vat I am trying to say is?
Techie: hold on buddy, now that you have brought it back to normal view, I do see some strange shoe pattern. Let me connect the notedpad to the RAW datascanner that we built.
Techie's computer gives a intruder warning.
Techie: Yikes! The zombie networks have awakened? How did that happen?
To PK: PK, where did you send the txtmsg from?
PK: from a blackberry I borrowed from vadivel.
Techie: Who is vadivel?
PK: met him at the restaurant.
Techie: H*!#$@*# S@#$%^@&#!!! PK looks like someone is tunneling into the system. Have to go offline let me use my magnifying glass and match the soulpattern with the 1976 database.
Then...Private Reply to Ganesh Ram | | Jul 10, 2009 1:51 pm | | re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # |
Pudumai Balakrishnan Balakrishnan | | ganesh! policekar never apologises; he makes others to apologise to him! Private Reply to Pudumai Balakrishnan Balakrishnan | | Jul 10, 2009 2:23 pm | | re: re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # |
padmanabhan ramasubban | | But the policekaar looks apolegetic without apologising!
Then enters fast gun Murgan with his masal vadai in left hand and in right hand he is holding MK-87 he bought from moore market.It is very powerful gun and he waves it menacingly at policekaar in police car.
Murugan says ippudoo choodoo and shoots at the coconut tree and a cocnut falls from the tree( all ready husk removed and coconut broken into two equal parts with the pulp as white as colgate paste)
Then Murugan says dont cut corners with tamizhan we have captain Doobaakaran in our own Vijayakanth.He can shoot down a Sukoi - 30 with a air gun and all terrorists are jujubee to him.
But in the shadows Rubber singh and Sidekick sambhar are active and in full alert.Private Reply to padmanabhan ramasubban | | Jul 10, 2009 2:45 pm | | re: re: re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # | 
Only God Will Judge Me! Secret Guy! S.V.N | |  Private Reply to Only God Will Judge Me! Secret Guy! S.V.N | | Jul 11, 2009 4:39 am | | re: re: re: re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # |
Ganesh Ram | | In the restaurant the karaoke bar has the song,
"kai kotti siripArgaL..."
oorAr siripArgaL.
The whole of chennai seems to be happy because of the smallest rain they had. Rubber Singh and Gurkha know very well. They can now bring one mobile network in US down. All they have to do is somehow get the DOS app running in the blackberry. They wait for Policekar to press the spacebar at 10.10 PM. It is 10:o9:58 PM. Just then they hear from the Karaoke bar,
"Chinna mullu kadhali allO"
"periya muLLu kAdhalan allo
The singers have know clue what is brewing. In the meantime vadivel had a swig of the bottled "water". And kept on repeating, "nAn rombha nallavan" "nAn rombha nallavan".
On the other side in the next table, was the family visiting India coming from of course US. The Dad and Mom are talking about how they went through the Swine Flu scan. The Dad disturbed by vadivel looks at him.
The Mom, "yenna theainja record mAdhiri sonnathaiye sollarAn?"
The yound girl, "Daaad? what is a theinja record?"
Dad: well it is a kind of round disc much bigger than the CDs you have, sorry, I have, you have the IPod. And usually dark in color. We used to hear music from it.
Son: What is it bade of?
Dad : veenyl
Son : o you mean vainayil.
Dad: amAm. Seri seri konjam yellAm plateA pArthy sApidungO. Yenga pOnAlum parAkku pAkka veandiyadhu.
Pan to Boston......
ThenPrivate Reply to Ganesh Ram | | Jul 15, 2009 11:17 am | | re: re: re: re: re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # |
Ganesh Ram | | The techie went into his library, which did have a big magnifying glass, a class of its own. While trying to find the sole print he stumbled upon an evidence.
A piece of charcoal wrapped in an age old line printer(the printers they use with mainframes) printed paper. It looked like some important data. suddenly an idea? But the idea bulb took time to become bright. Hmm he thought while it saves the earth to have spiral bulbs it does take time to become bright he thought.
The idea was data mining. ( Coal and the printed data gave the idea). So he went back to the other computer in the library. This one was connected over VPN on to a datamining application. He logged in, selected sole prints, as the category. Then placed the 2D sole print that he had made a copy on a 3d imager. The image got scanned and appeared in the app. With that as the source, he sent a command to search. The minor, that was the app's name, started mining and dredging and came with a data grid that had,
1)A list of people with that kind of shoes
2)Their financial status
3)Probable current locations
The techie did a search within the search with the probable location set to chennai. The result was filtered and came up with finances in UK and in Some other cities in India.
Techie logged off from minor and switched off the computer. Came out of his library, it was 9:00pm and the evening was still bright as 7:00 PM in New England.
The evening had a glow. Another bulb lit up. Another idea.
He knew who would know more about finances in UK. IndhiyAThattal was the codename of his friend.
The techie called IndhiyAthattal ,a man of billion dollar ideas. IndhiyAThattal,IT, said call me in private from the airport.
....
Pan to chennai..Private Reply to Ganesh Ram | | Jul 16, 2009 12:04 pm | | re: re: re: re: re: re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # |
Ganesh Ram | | In Chennai....
The restaraunt manager comes to the family of four.
"You look very familiar" he says. "where have I seen you?".
The girl says," u tube?". The manager replies, "No! I am venkatachalam edward tirupathi taib iswaran, in short, vetti is my name".
"But I still cannot put you guys in perspective!" says the manager.
Just then the lights go dim. No one none, zilch are actually thinking. The Daddy, tries hard and says to the manager,
"I suggest you have a generator". Just then the lights come.
They, the daddy and the manager look at each other, once, takes their eyes away from each other and then again they look at each other. Over at the Karoake bar, someone had selected
"Andha nAL nyAbagam,
nenjilae vandhadhae,
naNbanae, nanbaNae, nanbaNae"
"nee nee neenga SOMbaeri thAnae?", the manager asks the daddy. The mom looks quizzed and angry. None other than her knew the truth about her husband in that location.
The daddy: "AmA, SOMBAERI thAn, Somasundaram Baskaran Edward Riaz Iswaran". Nee nee neenga, unga paeru vetti appadeenA sonneenga?
The Background music changes to "YAdOn ki bArAt" title song.
The eyes of the manager and the daddy becomes cloudy and then slowly, there are drops of water falling on the carpet, the boy looks up there is no rain. It is from daddy and manager's eyes.
Daey Vetti shouts the daddy, dei sombaeri shouts the manager.
The mommy cringes. The whole restaraunt is in pin drop silence. The karaoke stopped. The daddy and the manager go to the karaoke bar. They both start where the song stopped.
The triads are happy that the exact distraction they wanted has happened. On the other table, a jackfruit falls into a glass of milk. Gurkha looks at Rubber singh, says,
"iththAn , palam naluvi pAlula villuradhu, samajgayA"
Pan to Boston...
then....Private Reply to Ganesh Ram | | Jul 17, 2009 11:25 am | | re: re: re: re: re: re: re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # |
Ganesh Ram | | Something is amiss, thinks the techie. The finances route is good catch but is it the "Deadliest Catch"? he wonders.
"Deadliest Catch?" it looks more like "Dirty Jobs" or "cash cab". Techie is proud how his tireless watching of discovery channel is helping him.
"cash Cab"? That makes the techie think about the secret bank account that he is given where there is loads and loads of money, electronically speaking. This account is what is connected to the "Visa to Masterly Chase and Discover Credit Card Scams' or V2MC&DCCS app in short. This is the Credit Card that has a lot of fake money and is used to track credit card number stealers. It does need a huge database for logging, something to the effect of "Extreme Loggers".
He switches his netbook on, starts V2MC&DCCS, and scans the RIM servers world wide to check for the the blackberry, PK used. He found that and looked for any e-commerce website that the blackberry used. There was one,
"Ha! here is one", the techie said loudly, The website was called, www.UngalKanavugAlBogam.com, an e-commerce site that lures a lot of hit on some days when there is huge gold purchase in India. There are also huge transactions going into the site. He goes to that website, looks pretty good. Other than many things, Gold can be purchased at a 25% lower than the market price.
"Something is not correct. Why do I feel uncomfortable?" the techie thinks. Not because of the chinese tofu curry he had at a sendoff party.
No.
So he does a view source on the website( got to bring the hrml context here), hmmmmm.... The submit button has a javascript. Looks ok he thinks, but looks at the code logic,
WHAT? the credit card number the users type in are diverted to WWW.KANAVUGALBOGUS.com
Looks at the website address and does a reverse lookup. The IP address is in Bosnia. No heavy regulations. Looks again, the IP is now changed to Russia.
"Oh" he thinks this site is mirroring from several servers. Each transaction routes to a different server.
Pan to Chennai..
ThenPrivate Reply to Ganesh Ram | | Jul 18, 2009 12:13 pm | | re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # |
Ganesh Ram | | After there good rendition(let us give the benefit of the doubt) vetti and sombeari get a rousing applause.
Vetti: It is like, as though the waves were lovingly crashing on the banks.
Sombeari:It feels more like the summer breeze is making the flowers dance in Boston.
When the applause stopped or did it, there was still one clapping pair of hands.They looked around it was vadivel. He finally stopped clapping. They whole restaurant floor was silent and yet there was a ticking noise.
Having been playing, robber and thief in their childhood, both vetti and sombaeri looked at each other. They have been the detective and the assistant in thoes games. Vetti took the fake pipe sombaeri used to have in his mouth in those games.
Sombaeri: You still carry that with you?
Vetti : Mr.Holmes welcome back, it could have been no better to have such an ho(l)m(e)coming.
Sombari: Thank you Watson.
Both look into each others eyes.
Vetti: Sombeari! do not move your eyes.
Sombari: That is what I wanted to tell you.
Vetti sees a blinking red sport in sombeari's eyes.
Vetti: Somebeari, Is your left eye bionic?
Sombeari: Is your right eye bionic?
both together, NO
Sombeari: Hold on,do not move.
Sombeari turns around, he is not able to see anything other than a silveplate hanging on the opposite wall. Turns towards vetti, the left eye has the red light blinking.
Vetti: Are you thinking what I am thinking?
Sombaeri: yes, the restaurant is booby trapped. Let me get the spy scanner gizmo my son has. It is a night vision that can also detect the sources of the blinking light.
Sombeari goes to his table, takes his son's backpack pull out the nightvision goggles. The wife smells something fishy. She looks around wondering how come fish smell come in a vegetarian place. Sombaeri looks into her eyes. She pulls her credit card, there is an inline message coming from the digital photo,
It says, "this place is trapped, help me get all the customers out - sombeari" . The message flashes three times.
The wife takes her other credit card, calls for the check(bill) pays a 20% gratuity over the bill. And also places a Rs.500 on the waiter's hand.
The waiter being so happy, escorts the family out. While going out, the waiter asks quizically,
"Madam, unga husband varaliyA?"
Wift:"Avaru naNbana pAthutOrOliyO!, avaLavuthAn. He knows this city well. He will come on his own after some pub hopping".
Sombaeri, scans the whole room. He identifies, four blinking spots. One inside the fish tank, One on the long hand of the wall clock. The other two on two opposite walls, just above Table number 4, at around 6 ft from the floor.
Vetti and sombeari looks around, There are no six footers in the crowd.
Sombaeri: We cannot make the customers run. Let us slowly get the customers out of this place. One table at a time. Do it from table 25 near the exit.
Pan to Boston..Private Reply to Ganesh Ram | | Jul 19, 2009 12:29 am | | re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # |
Ganesh Ram | | Techie thinks probably too many transactions so the site is well load balanced. But each transactions going to a different ISP? hnnn.. technically advanced and well thought but practically there is a swindling going on. While he is looking deep into the javascript using firebug(techie uses only firefox for all of these detective snoops), there is a call in his blackberry. Looks at it, the call from sombaeri? why is he calling me ? is he not vacationing in India? a thought sweeps techie's minf. He knows. Both use tripit to exchange their whereabouts.
Sombeari: Techie, I need your help can you log on to the ISRO's ChandrayAn ?
Techie: hmmmmm! do I have the access? Let me check with PK.
On the other phone calls PK.
PK: yenna techie pidiciteengaLA? soul pattern yArudhoonu?
Techie: nah! there is something more important. Sombaeri is in chennai in a restaurant. He is asking me to access ChandrayAn. Can you send the permission cert? It is urgent
PK: Sombeari is here? well ok let us discuss that later. You need permission to access chandrayAn. Let me get the ISRO chief into conversation and we will vet that for you.
Techie: How mush time will that take?
PK: Say about 10 minutes
Techie: Sombeari is 10 mintues ok?
Sombeari: I do not know how long I would need. But need to scan a restaurant in chennai and I would need the laser on the moon to be switched on and pointed to this restaraunt. you can see where this call originated in our google map mashup.
Techie to PK: PK I do not have a lot of time. Make it as quick as possible.
PK: eventhough you are not an Indian by citizenship , you have been a great help in saving people in India.
Techie: Cut that out. get me ISRO chief's permission.
PL: Coming to the notepad and to your netbook credit card app.
Techie: Thanks.
Techie sends command to chandrayAn to instruct the laset on the moon to point to the restaurant. The scan is started.
Pan to Chennai....
then..Private Reply to Ganesh Ram | | Jul 19, 2009 11:00 am | | re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # |
Ganesh Ram | | In Chennai....
Vetti: how do we get them all out?
Somberi: Looks like there are some crowd who are cringing to the Karaoke songs. I was doing a note of it from the begining. They are at the tables that are prime numbers. Then there are some of them whose face become bright for old hindi songs. They are all at the tables which are multiples of five.
Vetti:
I did overhear two tables talkin about Michael Jackson.
Sombeari: How many have ordered for desert?
Vetti: Two tables.
Sombaeri: My guess is those cringing for karaoke songs would probably be more carnatic music lovers.
This is the plan. Let us go to those tables, and inform the demise of Mrs.D.K, PattammAL and let them know about the one in a chance telecast of her singing in concert. That will make them go back home.
For those talking about MJ. We will let them know of the special telecast of Jackson Five.
For those who have ordered desert, ask them to be outside the restaurant and serve them unlimited icecream. Call Arun of Arun icecreams and ask him to bring "HIS" truck with ice cream. Tell him the code phrase "Vayatril parapadhu veNNAi".
Let us get all of this done in the next 10 minutes.
Sombaeri's scanner blinks green. Looking into the eyepiece, the message runs as, scan completed. No bombs but.. the fish tank seems to be unclean, source of ammonia. Private Reply to Ganesh Ram | | Jul 20, 2009 10:14 am | | re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # |
Ganesh Ram | | Sombaeri to Vetti: You have not cleaned the fishtank.
Vetti: illayAE! I asked the boy to do it yesterday. maNivaNNA?
maNivaNNan: yes sir!
Vetti: Fishtank clean paNNala? yenna Vennai thirudinA mAdhiri muzhikkira?
maNivaNNan looks at the fish tank puzzled. No I did that yesterday. Looks like today is not my day. Looks like I have done so many bad things today. I better get back to gokulam our milk shed. Have to feed the cows.
maNivaNNan leaves the scene. Sombaeri looks at the fish tank again, there is a sudden burst of turbidity from the gravel and one of fish is struggling to survive.
Sombeari: hmmm! could it be that?
Sombeari looks at the wall clock, the red blinking light has stopped blinking. He then looks at the tank the blinking light has stopped blinking there as well. About twenty seconds later, the lights have again started to blink. No bubbles from the gravel.
Sombaeri: Vetti, do you have the water testing kit? Check for the ammonia in the tank. But be careful, do not do not cover the blinking red light.
Vetti, tests the water. " Oh NO! high amounts of ammonia. Let me take the Kois out first. Already a japanese tourtist was trying to pay an enormous price for this but I said NO".
Sombeari,looks around, there is a waiter who is about 5 ft 11 inches tall walking around. By now most of the customers have gone for their desert but the waiter still seems to serve someone. With a huge serving plate each time he goes near Table number 4, he raises the plate a little bit over his head. And at each time there is a security video camera that does a recording.
Sombaeri to Vetti: Do you have security cameras in this room?
Vetti: Yes, but it is not a security camera as such, it also is used to do a live video feed on our website. As a promotional video. Usually it is operated with a timer to switch on when there is a good crowd.
Sombaeri: Not anymore. It is recording only when someone goes near Table number 4. Was there a new waiter enrolled in your restaurant?
Vetti: Well ! the waiter's guild outsources it. Based on our requirements they bring in people for a fixed price.It is good for me as well. I do not have to deal with HR issues for hiring and firing.
Sombaeri: Is there any way they are CORI checked?
Vetti: CORI?
Sombaeri: sorry! that is only done in the US. What is the equivalent here? Ah kind of background check.
Vetti: I think the outsourced company does that.
Sombaeri: Call the guild president at once and find the outsourcing company.
Sombaeri to Techie: Need another favor. Can you see the viewership on www.vayitrukkuBuvAh.com
Techie: will do. Looks like something is brewing
over in triplicane, at his home, ekAmbareswaran, the renowned violinist is readying for his 100th concert. He is not perturbed by the great loss to carnatic music.
pan to boston...Private Reply to Ganesh Ram | | Jul 21, 2009 11:37 am | | re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # |
Ganesh Ram | | Techie, looks at his watch it is around 4.30PM. Looks at the new app shaping up. This is more of a twittersnoopy. He looked at the one done by the other guy for the Surface ( a rather new technology by the windows giant).
"I should have one of this gizmo", made a note to talk to soma if he ever gets a chance or probably to scotGu or nKothari.
hmm.,, time to go home, he thought. But have to settle some important issue. He also was finishing his temp handover of official duty to his colleague and manager.
He was simply amazed about India.
Here is a country which is loved by two distinct set of people. Just like the difference in love for Krishna between Radha and Meera.
The east indian guys and their first descendants love it from inside out. While many foreigners have started loving India from outside in.
He looked at the watch, have to meet IndhiyaThattal at the airport. He planned to do that the next day when on transit.
Came home and checked all items. All set. Went to the local Indian Restaurant and packed a takeout. The night was a little busy.
Pan to Chennai triplicane,
then...
At Triplicane, ekAmbareswaran was sitting with his violin to practice. His wife, dAkshAyini came with the coffee and then retorted.
"violin kaiyumA irukkaeL yeppa pArhAlum, yennavO kandanAL mudhalai kAdhal mAdhiri, anga great musician passed away appadeenu news poindirukku tvyula, Konjam mariyAdha vaendAma andha departed soulukku?"
ekAmbareswaran looked at her. He placed his violin on the right side, placed the bow to its right. Took the coffee sipped it. And then started to speak.
"sareeram poiduthaenu nee kavala padura, AnA avA sAreeram yengayum pOgalayae"
AduthAndi oru kalagnakku azhagu.
PO PO mAdiyula irukkura andha Sathish payana maedhuva drums vAsika sollu."
dAkshAyini leaves the scene. When climbing up the stairs, she thinks over what her husband said and thinks how true. Satish's room seems to be locked. She looks puzzled. It has been three days since she has seen Satish. A two days getaway is something common with him but three days. Over in the tea stall nearby the neengaL kaetavai is going on, TMS is singing,
"pAl ooti vaLaratha kiLi.."
She thinks of Satish and her husband. A flashback of yesteryears, about 18 years back comes to her. Because of the spiral spinning, her head starts spinning....
There is a knock on the door downstairs. She looks at the security video feed from the entrance. it is PK.
Pan boston airport...Private Reply to Ganesh Ram | | Jul 25, 2009 12:23 pm | | A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # |
sujatha suresh | | hmmm... approm? Seriously, this story is interesting and am having hot Popcorn in hand go on type in some more please....
SSPrivate Reply to sujatha suresh | | Jul 26, 2009 9:39 am | | re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # |
Lavanya Karalkar | | I am sure the climax will be revealed by the techie during personal discussion. Private Reply to Lavanya Karalkar | | Jul 27, 2009 1:47 pm | | re: re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # |
Ganesh Ram | | Over in Boston,
techie got ready. hafd to meet Indhiya Thattal at the airport. But alas after a lovely flight to the transit, with the european beer for dinner, and a wagamama lunch at the transit (sake and noodles), the techie roamed for about 3 hours and then took rest looking at the display for the Gate number. The alcohol had kicked in and he dozed off.
Over in Chennai at triplicane,
PK knocks on the door and when opened asks, "TN-009-12" is this motorcycle owner here?". The mother is more puzzled, "Satish mototcylcenA adhu?".
PK, "chengalpattu pakkathula indha motorcycle oru acci....."
Ahhhhh.. Satish, aNNA satish......! namma satizh!"
EkAmberaeswaran: " officer! any bodies..?"
PK: "oNNu chengalpattu hospitallula...""
dAkshAyaNI: "ippovae pOlAm..."
At chennai chengalpattu hos[ital.....
Private Reply to Ganesh Ram | | Jul 28, 2009 10:51 am | | re: re: re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # | 
S V Raghavan | | Shouldn't the presentation include a couple of duets / kuththuppaattu?
SVRPrivate Reply to S V Raghavan | | Jul 28, 2009 11:39 am | | re: re: re: re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # |
Lavanya Karalkar | | see ..SVR Anna comes and brings with him great ideas --
Now over to 'manada mayilada' from Kalaignar TV to select the item Nos.Private Reply to Lavanya Karalkar | | Aug 13, 2009 7:35 pm | | re: re: re: re: re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # |
Ganesh Ram | | at Chengalpattu hospital...
Entering into the hospital, the three PK,Dakshayini and ekamberaewaran approach the reception. PK shows his ID card and enquires,
"where is the accident(ed) body from the motorcycle incident?"
The receptionist, " Sir, Let me tell you something, There seems to be no body coming out of the accident If I am correct"
PK: "what, I was brought all the way here troubling these two only to find out that there was no body?"
Receptionist," Sir, Let me tell you one more thing, There is a note that says please asks the visitor for this incident to meet Dr.Danvantri, the hospital chief".
All three are escorted to Dr.Danvantri's office.
Dr.D: "A moment please!", over the phone, " alright dear! will talk to you later", to the four in front, " That was my daughter doing her medicine in Brown University"
The receptionist, "Chief, these people have come enquiring about the motorcycle accident"
Dr. D: "Oh! what a shameful incident in this hospital communication. Someone mistook my talking to my daughter, when I said "over my dead body". They mistook that as the motorcycle accident had a dead body. Anyways, there was no human dead body. there was a dog that had died though. Hit by a milk van and thrown towards the motorcycle."
At that time, Ekambaraeswaran cell phone rings. Dr.D ,"usually we do not allow cell phones in the hospital, but please go ahead this time".
Ekambareswaran on the cell, "Hello? Satish? oh you are ok and are in an old man's place? oh ok give me the address". To PK, "Sir, my son is in a old man's house and is giving the address, can you please note it down", hand over the cell to PK.
PK," Sathish? hey are you ok? No, they do not know yet. I will let them know when we come to meet you. Go ahead give me the address".
PK notes the address and then hands over the phone to EK.
EK, "yenna, photovA? oh appadiyA? Seri seri nA anga vandhu peasaraen"
DakshAyani," Yennanga, yenna sollarAn yempillA?"
EK, " avan oru thatha veetula irukAnAm. Address koduthurukAn"
To PK, "What was sathish talking to you about"?
PK, "onnum illa sAr, nA sathish yellAm oNNA vaela seyirOm. you might not know about this."
They all go to the Thatha's house, and ring the bell once. there is no response, EK to DAkshAyani, " pOmma, kopnjam kadhava thattaen".
DAkshAyani gets ready to knock on the door. And the Door opens. The old man stands in front of her. DAkshAyani cringes. The Old man puts a sorry face. When she was about to turn her back, the old man with a trembling voice,
"DAkshAyini, innum yetthanai varusham appAva kOchukka pora?"
DAkshAyani" yennakku munnAlae irukkiradhu dhakshan yengura DakshinAmoorthy, yennoda appA, 18 years munnAdi, yenna orAediya vittutA".
EK, " Dakshi, can we please hear him out?, you son is there with him now"
dakshinAmoorthy, "mAppila, annaikku ungala pArtykku koopidala appadeengara orae kAraNathukAga kOchindu pona adhae dAkshAyani, adhae kovam, konjam yenna mannichitaen solla sollungO. YennOda thalaganam yellAm poyAchu. Odinji poiyittaen".
dAkshAyani" neenga annaiki yennOda appAva oru nalla mAmanAr sthAnathula irundhu unga mAppillaiyum invite paNNi irundhA, ivalvu kAlam veeNAyirukAdhu. AnA neenga dakshaNa thAnae nadandundaeL!"
at the background, "nee pAdhi nAn pAdhi kannae" streams, EK looks at dAkshAyini. dAkshAyini's anger sublimes with that look.
over at the restaurant.....Private Reply to Ganesh Ram | | Aug 17, 2009 12:59 pm | | re: re: re: re: re: re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # |
padmanabhan ramasubban | | Now comes quick gun murugan and in the back ground a theme song for the new sequel "THe Good,The bad and THe Idly" sounds.
So the QGM puts his hand in his pocket and pulls out a masal vadai and bites it cermoniously.
The calls his side kick "arre oh sambhar"
Nattuley enna nadakuthu?Private Reply to padmanabhan ramasubban | | Aug 29, 2009 11:41 am | | re: re: re: re: re: re: re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # |
Ganesh Ram | | The priced Kois are moved out of the pond through the outlet to the sleeping tank where they usually are in the night.
Arun icecream bags are brought in and slowly each Koi is treated for stress and taken into the Icecream van.
Inside the restaurant, the triads are unaware of this. They are still waiting for the japan scientist gang negotiation with their boss. There seems to be a bit delay in the yen-INR transactions. The servers at the european countries are choking up with the gold transactions.
Inside the truck, the videophone rings. The driver Parthasarathy picks up. Sathish is on the line.
Sathish: Part! what is the status?
Part: oy pardner! the Kois are being brought in and are treated for stress. Are you outside somewhere?
Sat: That is another story by itself. Well! what is our next step?
Part: hmmmm.... I think we have to move these fish into a safer place. There is bound to be some chase by the triads. I overheard them saying some yen-INR problem at their den. Looks like they are trying to transfer these Kois to Tokyo.
Sat: you are the expert with Koi and driving. Good that you went to a vet school and took cargo van driving lessons while I landed in Food technology and detective work. PK is here with me. Do you need any info from him?
Part: hmmm! oy PK! do me a favuh will ya? can ya check what would be the most likely route that the triads will take? Get on to the eavesdropper app and connect it to any line that talks of tokyo machili or tokyo meena or muthu. Mostly these are the code words they wil be using.
PK: Tokyo Meena and Muthu? oh because of the movie? that should be it. I was checking the app a little while ago and there was Tokyo Meena.
Inside the restaraunt......Private Reply to Ganesh Ram | | Aug 29, 2009 12:57 pm | | re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # |
Samita Bondal | | To all making this script so interesting...hats off...i haven't laughed so much in a long long time.. I don't understand Tamizh so looks like i missed out on some very entertaining parts but honestly.....i am looking forward to see what turn this script takes...
CheersPrivate Reply to Samita Bondal | | Aug 29, 2009 1:40 pm | | re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # |
Only God Will Judge Me! Secret Guy! S.V.N | |  A! AA! E! EE!! I!!!Private Reply to Only God Will Judge Me! Secret Guy! S.V.N | | Aug 29, 2009 1:45 pm | | re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # |
Samita Bondal | | SVN is that Tamizh you are trying to teach me? Private Reply to Samita Bondal | | Aug 29, 2009 1:49 pm | | re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # |
Only God Will Judge Me! Secret Guy! S.V.N | |  Private Reply to Only God Will Judge Me! Secret Guy! S.V.N | | Aug 29, 2009 8:07 pm | | re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # |
Lavanya Karalkar | | Samita Bondal ..infact I wanted to carry on with the script but Ganesh Ram has made the script so techi that only Shankar (Director of Rajni movie yanthiran) will be able to do or understand the script.
I am like Bharathi raja or cheran who wants to picturise a 'Desi' script with masala thrown here and there.
Sort of 'Quick Gun Murugan'Private Reply to Lavanya Karalkar | | Aug 30, 2009 12:47 am | | re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # |
padmanabhan ramasubban | | LK you are right.
Even shankar is going to ignore the script and you need to right for the masses not for yourself.
Liberal doses of humour,a scipt that appeals to all and pictures in a easy flowing style is sure to be liked by all. Private Reply to padmanabhan ramasubban | | Aug 30, 2009 3:05 am | | re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # |
Samita Bondal | | Lavanya,
I agree with you. even I kind of got lost with all the techie stuff in the script. But may I suggest something?Next time the scene pans to Boston find the techie a love interest and he'll go all crazy. We might have some real masala then.Private Reply to Samita Bondal | | Aug 30, 2009 6:26 am | | re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # |
Only God Will Judge Me! Secret Guy! S.V.N | |  Private Reply to Only God Will Judge Me! Secret Guy! S.V.N | | Aug 31, 2009 4:49 am | | re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # |
padmanabhan ramasubban | | Enna rasacala !
Quick gun murgans punch line represented in your picture!Private Reply to padmanabhan ramasubban | | Aug 31, 2009 5:12 am | | re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # |
padmanabhan ramasubban | | The next sequels should be named "The Roti,The Parotta and The Berreta ",(with Vijat T Rajendar as gun slinger with his rhyming dialogue delivery,pot belly,jiggling belly dance koothu pattuu- Deadly combo to rip your belly off with their seriousness)
Akka 27 and AK 47(with Namitha as the gun slinger to give the enormus appeal anf jiggling of you know what).
"Sumathyien vasum smith & wesson"(with swayamwar fame Rakhi sawant doing a double gun slinger act to make the audience roll on the floor with belly ripping acting)
"Bofersum lofersum"( With our own captain doing a oneman army act destroy a terrorist group armed with bofers howitzers -field gun )
Quick gun murugan can stand at the side in each movie to give punch dialogues for all to applaud!
Private Reply to padmanabhan ramasubban | | Aug 31, 2009 11:26 am | | re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: A Ryze Chennai presentation : | # |
Ganesh Ram | | Inside the restaurant...
The triads are in a dilemma. They saw that the fish have suddenly vanished from the pond. Their boss has not given the signal to get to the next action step. Over at the TV there is a news coming up from CNN-IBN .
The Political Turmoil in JAPAN!!!!
After nearly half a century, people of japan have woken up for CHANGE. They have elected a new party.
At the bottom of the screen, in the rolling message, there is a flash news,
"TOKYO Meena is OK" .
The three guys, looking at each other, slowly try to move out of the restaurant. Somberi sees the waiter has disappeared as well.
Vetti, contacts PK who is in the Arun truck. Signals him to leave immediately.
Outside, while the truck is about to reverse and move, Part sees a Red REVA starting as well. He speeds up, the Reva reverses as well. Part can see the cable that was charging the vehicle retracting. He thinks to himself , "hmm that reva might follow us for another 50 kms at least".
inside the Reva... Private Reply to Ganesh Ram | | Sep 01, 2009 11:38 am | | re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: A Ryze Chennai presentation | # |
charuhasan | | When a thing has been said and well,.. have no scruple. Take it and copy it.
Anatole France
I am wonderingPrivate Reply to charuhasan | | Sep 04, 2009 11:02 am | | re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: A Ryze Chennai presentat | # |
Ganesh Ram | | inside the REVA...
the triads squeezed themself into the coupe( a two seater?). But the interior was modified. They had two compartments in the rear like a two cubbies(cubbies are lockers that the kindergartners have in the school here) one had a small video camera with a provision for a hook up to internet. The other had a mini sharp shooter pistol.
The rear trim supported two holes to shoot, the video and rifle.
The steering wheel had lot more gadgets than one could think of. Other than the cruisecontrol ( this is a switch that makes the car go at a constant speed without accelerating), there was buttons for communication,video on-off. The dashboard had a touch screen video monitor that gave both the GPS as well as videophone capability. There was also a button to throw electronic tracer bugs that gets stuck to any vehicle and can be monitored.
Sambhar on the driver seat was all set to follow. But what to follow? QGM from the front passenger side was ballrolling his blackberry to get the signal from the priced Kois microchip implants.
Vadivelu was squeezing in the rear trying to check if anyone was following them and as a sharpshooter was ready shoot the tyre of any vehicle that followed.
inside the Truck.....Private Reply to Ganesh Ram | | Sep 20, 2009 2:53 am | | re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: A Ryze Chennai prese | # |
padmanabhan ramasubban | | enter shotgun gun senthil with machine gun mani(gounda mani dhan)
They start outsmarting eachother and finally our machine gun mani lifts the butt of his gun hits shotgun on the butt calling him kalasnikov thalaiyaa!
Then shotgun pulls the hand grenade from manis tunic and removes the pin asking gounda iddu eena anney!
Rattled gounda shouts dey parrota thaliayaa when the grenade slips from his shot gun senthils hand and falls in to the gutter.
There is loud explosion and then.......Private Reply to padmanabhan ramasubban | | Sep 20, 2009 10:53 am | | re: A Ryze Chennai prese | # |
Only God Will Judge Me! Secret Guy! S.V.N | |  Private Reply to Only God Will Judge Me! Secret Guy! S.V.N | | Sep 27, 2009 1:04 pm | | re: re: A Ryze Chennai prese | # |
Ganesh Ram | | In the Truck......
The video phone rings... Part looks at thre rear view mirror, the Reva is still following.
The video phone rings again... Part switches his camera on the windshield. The dashboard display that projects the GPS info onto the windshield now projects a picture...
From Australia? Impossible he shouted. "What Mission?" came the voice. Did not sound like her, thought Part. "What Mission?" came the voice again. Part waited, The voice again, "What Mission?" . That is three times now.
Part is happy.. It is his fiancée/ the girl who would be his wife in the near future, childhood sweetheart's picture with long hair. There on top of the picture he sees the hair clip that he sent to her last week.
The sweet voice comes on the speaker. Hi Part dear?
"Hey Goats?", shrieks Part.
"Just because I failed in aquaculture finance management in one semester , you do not have to call me such" said the sweet voice from the other end.
"oh come on!" said Parts. "What is your real name?"
"Srirangam Kodhai Nappinai alias Kodhai" replied the sweet voice.
"What is my name?", asked Parts, "Thiruvelikeni Parthasarthy Daddhiavanam" said KOdhai.
"So as a pastoral person, historically speaking, should I not call my love , Goats?" he replied.
Kodhai without life in her words said, "you always have a way to justify what you say".
Parts,"what's happening?, why I do not hear any enthu in your words? and what is all this still photo instead of your lovely face that usually is as bright as the full moon on a dark clear sky?"
Kodhai, "you should not feel bad" she said.
Parts,"when have I looking at you?", at the background in the car, the old tamil song, "Vadanamae Chandra BimabamO" was going on a remix.
Part remembered the days, the two have watched thiruvilayAdal and Muthuraman asking question about the Fragrance of hair on women's head. Kodhai always had long flowing hair that could be spread as a black blanket on a green grass. They have done that on days when they were at OOTy watching a full moon on clear sky.
Part got a huge shock and stepped on the brakes. PK screamed at the rear seat. Luckily, the Kois were in a well balanced freezer tank.
there was Kodhai with a extremely short hair. "What happened?" shouted Part.
"It is a long story" started Kodhai. "Me and my friends were going to this beach the other day, and we came upon a cute little girl probably around 5 years." She was making sand castle with her dad and mom and her brother. suddenly there was a huge gust of wind and her hair flew off and the wig landed on my lap". She stopped for a while.
Parts, "and then....". Goats continued,"and then... she started crying and went to her mom, her dad and mom were not happy either". "I went to them gave the wig back and was talking to her parents, when the story revealed. The girl had been in chemo sessions for about 3 months now for cancer. They are hoping that the chemotherapy will help". At the same time, the mom was looking at my face. She also had a bag with a sign saying "Wigs for Kids". I asked her about that, and she said, that she runs a program that makes wigs with donated hair for cancer patients. I and many of my friends here took her address and went yesterday. We parted with our hair. I did not know how to tell you last week about this when the hair clip arrived. But I was finding it a little difficult to tell you at the house. Amma might find it difficult to digest. Are you Sad?"
Parts, "No dear ! No. I cannot say how proud I am!". In the Annals of our history," You will be called as "Sootapaduvahi kodutha sudarkodi"
in the Reva....Private Reply to Ganesh Ram | | Nov 29, 2009 4:32 am | | re: re: re: A Ryze Chennai prese | # |
Ganesh Ram | | Sarathy looks away from the video for a moment, with tears in his eyes.
PoliceKAr:" Nalla peNmaNi! avaL nalla peNmaNi...."
Sarathy: "Saar, what's the stare of the fish?"
PolicekAr: "The Fishes are ok"
Sarathy: "I beg your pardon, adhu fishes illa fish thAn"
PolieKar:"mAel nAttu marumaga varattum kaettu therinjikiraen"
and continues,"Sarathy, the Ice is melting... if it becomes water it might be creating stress on the fish"
SArathy: "oh my God! what can we do?"
kOdhai: "well what's happening?"
Sarathy:" Goats dear, I have an important mission. I need to save a set of priceless Kois"
kOdhai: "What are your bearings? sorry, thought I was talking to that old ham man, oops , ham old man"
Sarathy:"Well somewhere near chengalpattu"
KOdhai:" then go to,,,,"
Sarathy, waves his hand to her saying do not talk. He then uses the sign language to let her know that the network might be compromised.
kOdhai smiles, and walks to her CD collection, Picks, MS Subbulakshmi's rendition of Muthuswami dikishithar kritis. She puts that on the Bose Stereo.
Sarathy is confused and as usual gets irritated, "What the heck is that for?".
PolicekAr listens to the start of the AlApana. It is in BrindAvana SarangA.
PoliceKAr turns to Sarathy, and sings, "Nalla peNmaNi ivaL nalla peNmaNi". He then takes his blacke berry and opens an application and points the device to the videophone. There is the name of the song. Sarathy reads, it says " Ranga pura vihArA". Looks on the video phone, kOdhai is standing near a picture of Rama pattAbhishek(am) poster. He looks at her, she nods.
He says "ok dear, ciao" to kOdhai. Looks at policekAr, "saar, lets do this, find how long it will take us to reach the brindavan mutt of Ragavendra in Rangavendrapuram in Srirangam". I need to reach there and get to talk to the famous, vet doc, Dr.Seetha rAmanAthan. Her two sons, twins, are freinds of kOdhai.
PolicekAr, by then is already in google maps looking for the place, "The fastest way is NH45 and about 7 hours. On the way we can get some loads of ice. Don't worry"
At Srirangam........Private Reply to Ganesh Ram | | Nov 29, 2009 6:57 am | | re: re: re: re: A Ryze Chennai prese | # |
Only God Will Judge Me! Secret Guy! S.V.N | |  Private Reply to Only God Will Judge Me! Secret Guy! S.V.N | | Dec 08, 2009 12:04 pm | | re: re: re: re: re: A Ryze Chennai prese | # |
Ganesh Ram | | Inside the Reva.....
The grenade that fell on gutter went off just when Reva was passing . The explosion threw the Reva up. Shotgun, pressed the eject button and the escape module shot further up with the 4 LPG cannisters firing . Murugan looked at the booster parameters in the module. After going up for 20 meters the LPG burners stopped.
The descent started. one meter, 2 meters.....,
Shotgun's face was looking nervous.
Then it happened. The three parachutes on the top of the escape module opened up .
Shotgun Murugan, heaved a sigh. The desent was still a little fast than expected.
At around 5 mts, the belly balloon was activated automatically. The side air compressors started to force air into the belly balloon.
The whole module landed on a slope and started sliding down to the base. Murugan smiled and patted himself on the back.He had been prototyping this for four years now and today his work has been tested and worked very well.
sAmbhAr looked shivering but with a smile in his face at shotgun and said, "Arae! the mayur module worked great! Give me a five no make it six". Sambhar was aware the shotgun had six fingers in his hands.
Just then shotgun's cellphone rang.
The voice on the cellphone called, "VelA! VadivEAlA!.......". Shotgun looked at the cellphone screen. There is only one person who would call him like that and by that name. His grandmA.
Shotgun answered " Yes pAtti! what is it now?".
The other end his grandma said,"Veetukku vApA" ( Come home my dear)" her voice breaking. Shotgun knew. It was about two years back that he had left home on an argument with his parents. Grandma continued " I know why you are angry, but both you and your brother wanted financing and at that time your prototype was not ready. Both your dad and mom did not have a choice but to fund the stabler timber business if your brother. It is all because of the financing uncle, Huseini, He was ready to finance only one of the ventures. Cannot blame him alone. Your dad and mom found the timber business stable and the elephants used were demanding more food. Your bro, was struggling to feed them. That business has become stable now".
"So is my Mayur pAtti" said shotgun, "We just had an incident when everything worked perfectly well". "Will, uncle huseini, finance me now?". The grandma could not answer. But she knew something that would bring Shotgun home. She started humming, "Valli vara pOra.. Velli maNi thEAra".
Sambar looked at shotgun "TheAra valli A rahi hai kyA?" he questined It was more of a joy than a question.
Over at the brindavan in SrirangamPrivate Reply to Ganesh Ram | | Jan 11, 2010 1:16 am | | re: re: re: re: re: re: A Ryze Chennai prese | # |
Ganesh Ram | | It is early morning and the sun has just started rising. The sprawling garden of the brindavan has just got lit with the early rays of the sun. The dew drops on the grass blades are exicited. What else can they do? Each night the settle on the grass blades, only waiting eagerly for the next dawn. What else could they do when the sun rays call them?
There is the melodious voice of Bombay Jayashree from a sprawling garden on the other end of brindavan. The song goes as Rama nAmamae thuthi manamae.... . Anyone who had been in TNagar Chennai about 20-25 years back would find quite a similarity in the garden.It is just like the old Panangal park . At the center of the garden instead of the concrete building one saw at panagal park is Dt.Sitalakshmi's house, An eco-friendly one with thatched roof and walls made out of mud and straw. Well ventilated.
VeerSanjeevi, the old man and the caretaker of the garden , working in the garden rushes into the house and switches off the music, murmuring to himself "idhula oNNum Korachal illa".
Dr.SitaLakshmi enters after a good morning shower. She very well know who had stopped the music. She sees Veer walking up and down. She sees her other son, Giri stepping out of the house.
"selamat pagi saudara" , says the doctor.
"selamat pagi kakak", says Veer.
Doc: "Adakah anda mengaktifkan daripada muzik?"
Veer:"tidak ada orang lain yang di sini ialah mereka?"
Doc:"Hal ini hampir 20 tahun tapi masih anda tidak dapat memaafkan suami saya? "
"Ivalavu krodham yedhukku?"
Veer: "yenaku avara KovichikavO illa avar maela kova padarathukO neariyA rights irukku"
Doc: "seri seri nadandhu mudinja kadha, you do know some of it is my own issues. Switch the music on annae"
Veer:" Ok then listen to this song". Veer selects the next song in the player, and goes as 'yeppadi manam thuNindhadhO swAmy..'. The only thing that raw man had done good is to get me an excellent Sister, you kakak".
"Giri kelambitAn annae, inimae Malay vaendAm, thamizhlayae paesalam" says doctor. "yedhuku vandhurikeenga?"
Veer:"thangachi,dhenu odhaikkudhu! nA yedhu koduthAlum adikudhu".
Doc:" Konjam madhuvai niruthineeganA yellAm SariyA poidum"
Veer murmuring,"Giriyum mAdhukaLa pAkaradha korachikaNum".
Doc:"yenna sonneenga?, yennaku yellAm theriyum, avan oru chinna pilla, villayAttu payan"
Giri just returns back hugs veer, "Thatha, yenna summ pOttu kodukaradhae pozhapA pOchu unakku. yenna Mabbula dhenu kitta pOnA pOla irukku?"
Veer:"Giri, konjam vandhu help pannudA?"
Giri:"Weren't you complaining about my friendship with girls?"
Veer: "Dhenu, oru kannukutti, if you have forgotten"
Giri:"Adhukku kooda thatha mabbu therinjirikku".
Doc:"SeridA! thathavum paeranum debate, can you please help veer thatha?"
Veer and Giri go out to get dhenu some food. Doc, relaxes a little and remebers the days of her married life to the Indonesian transport King's Son. A King, was he. In those days in Indonesia,Jakarta, he was the only one who had 10 trucks and 10 buses the huge fleet in SE Asia.
Over to Indonesia...Private Reply to Ganesh Ram | | Feb 25, 2010 2:16 pm | | re: re: re: re: re: re: re: A Ryze Chennai prese | # |
Ganesh Ram | | The morning dawned as usual. While sipping his favorite java coffee, Mr.Goswami was looking at the giant screen on the wall. It had the latest info
anout his giant empire. Everything looked status green.Mr.Goswami smiled. The business started by his father about 60 years back juat had ten trucks.
Today the business has expanded with a full airfleet operating between Srilanka and Indonesia. A full rubber estate in Makaysia and a horse stable full
of thoroughbred in OOty. he looked at the picture next to it, A huge portrait of him riding his favorite horse in ooty surroundings, Something disturbed
his mind.He thought of his ex-wife, For what I did to her, today I am without an heir to this buziness he sulked. At the time, he heard heavy hustiling
in the hallway. he walked to see what was the commotion.
He saw Suguputra restless and talking to someone in a loud voice pver the phone.Mr.Go walked to him.
Sugu: "IrukAdhiyA! nallA theadineengaLa?"
Mr.Go: "what is it Sugu?"
Sugu closing the mouthpoece, "Nothing Sir, All under control"
Mr.Go: "put it on speaker phone please"
on the speaker: "nallA theadinongaiya! kaNom"
Mr.Go: "ynnatha kANOm"
over the speaker: "Ashwina kANom"
Mr.Go: "WHAT!!"
and sat on the char with a tjud.
"He was the best we had! From when was he not found?"
'Kakuraen illa?"
over the speaker: " Rendu nALA, ooty poora theditomunga"
Mr.Go: "Policee......."
sugu stops him. Muting the phone, :"Sir let us not do that. There have been lot of enquiries for a trade. " and he showed the call signal route. There were
quite a number of eavesdropping on the line. One in particular from Saudi Arabia.
One could easly see the troubled face of Mr.Go eventhough he tried to put up a CEO's face. Just then his partnet from Srilanka, Vibhusena.
I heard all what has happened said vibhu. Can I talk to you in the room?
Mr.Go took him to the private room. A room which no one other than Mr.Go , Vubhu, Sulai yumAn, the rubber estate partner. They went into the room
Vibhu asked Mr.Go, "Ragu!why didn't you track Ashwin?".
Outside at Sugu uses his cellphone to talk to gabbar over in India.
Sigu: "Gabbar?"
gabbar: "oi! sugu kyA hAl hai?"
sugu:"Ashwin bhAg gayA . kyA aap usae tresa kar sakatae ?"
gabbar: "oh man! please say things in english. You mean Ashwin, the thoroughbred is out in loose?".
Sugu: "Yes. And Lawrence from Arabia called and wanted it to be tracecd and pack it to him"
Gabbar: " Ok let me talk to vadivel and see. Over and out"Private Reply to Ganesh Ram | | Mar 18, 2010 1:07 am | | re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: A Ryze Chennai prese | # |
Ganesh Ram | | Sugu patted himself. At last after all these years he will be able to get back his birth father's property that was taken by his current boss.
What a mess that had been when it happened. A strong businessman being cheated and killed for a takeover by his own uncle and this goswami guy, his current boss.
Sugu was about 3-4 years old. His dad loved him so much that he would bring the heaven to earth if sugu wanted. But his uncle, by whose name sugu is called now.
Sugu, came back to the present. He should now see how to bring down the whole empire.
Over at the outskirts of OOty, Ashwin was running as fast as lightning, suddenly he came in front of a car. The car came to a screeching halt. The two brothers inside looked out.Private Reply to Ganesh Ram | | Jul 03, 2010 12:30 pm | | re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: A Ryze Chennai prese | # |
Ganesh Ram | | Dear friends,
I am going to continue this story in my blogspot at http://publictrafficmonitoring.blogspot.com/
I hope you would not mind that. I am going to edit some of the existing posts to make it readable with less repetition.
Surendran, I hope you would no objection.
I will put an acknowledgement of all those who have contributed so far.
All of you are always welcome to that place in case you need to leave a comment. Of course PM me if there is any objectionPrivate Reply to Ganesh Ram | | Jul 03, 2010 2:40 pm | | re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: A Ryze Chennai prese | # |
Ganesh Ram | | The actual blog is in http://thodarkadhaiyam.blogspot.com Private Reply to Ganesh Ram | | |
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