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I'm just giving another try of FF, just a try. I don't whether you people like it or not. The other day I was watching this telugu film called "Prayanam" (journey), a romantic comedy. I really really liked that story and I thought it would be apt for Michi'.becoz while I'm imagining them in the place of hero heroine their characters were looking cho chweet''.. this my not have epilogue and all'''.
Journey-part-1
The police helicopter was rounding on the Malyasian sky. "hey bro you told that police won't be before 15 mins,but they are already here", a guy below him yelled. "I told keeping the traffic in mind but I didn't know that they will fly in the air also." They both stopped climbing forward the strausses of the bridge. "what shall we do now." They heard the police siren from below them on the road, who rounded up their friend who was waiting for them down. He was scared like a goat seeing the police rounded. They already took his passport and started checking him out. "what should do know." He again yelled at him. "nothing we'll jump from here." "are you gone crazy. If that's so, we won't be going down, but going straightly up ." "if that so there's only one way, slide down slowly. Hey wait I have an idea. Why don't we keep bets, if any of us two will slide down fast'.." "no need, if we slide down so fast they may gun down thinking that we are escaping them. It's better we silde down slowly." Slowly they slides down and surrenders before the police. "you told that if we do anything the police won't care." "I'll tell thousands of nonsense and will you believe everything."
They were taken to the police station and were kept in the interrogation room. The three were standing beside each of them. One was heavily built and tall with cleanly shaved face with curly hair touching to his shoulder and looked hot, the second was thin, the curls of his hair were falling on his face. Looked as if he wore an extra large T-shirt for his personality. The last one was also thin but wore T- shirt suiting his personality, was looking handsome, wore on Italian glasses. "I'm Neev, I am a writer", the third one started his introduction as soon as the policeman entered the room. "I'm Ali, I am psychology student." The middle, thin fellow introduced. "I'm Milind Mishra, MBA graduate." The first one introduced himself. "no no we are friends, and tourists to Malaysia. We came here to see Malaysia. We went till Putrajaya bridge you guys brought us here" Milind tried to explain the policeman, who had talked with them in Malaysian language. The three of them exchanged looks at each other but could catch up what the policeman was saying. The policeman who also could not understand English went away from there. Milind hopped near Ali' "what does you psychology book say about this person." "according to his posture, he is stiff. But not strict ,acting to be strict."Ali replied opening his book and reading. "I think, tomorrow directly they'll leave us to the airport and check us in the India flight", "hey you told, we are going to beach club today night." Milind glared at Neev. "hey Ali your uncle is in the high commission in the embassy, why can't you talk to him and convince." "no way, if knows that we are in this situation, he will never send me with you'll again." "you are right", Milind grinned at him. Before Neev could talk, the policeman had brought his collegue with him. "why did you climb the bridge, did you have any intention to damage it?" the other man asked them. "no,no' actually we kept bets like whoever climbs it higher they are the winner", Milind grinned at him. "for how much money did you keep bets." "money no, no'. who ever is the looser, he has to carry the luggage the whole day, that's it", Milind corrected. "I don't believe you." "It's truth, I swear on my thin friend." Milind kept his hand on Ali. "yeah I know them childhood, they are crazy in keeping bets", Ali said convincingly to the policeman "we will pay you a big fine, please leave us. We are leaving Malaysia day after tommorow", Milind continued widening his hands. The one who could not understand or talk English murmured something in their language. "ok, you pay 3000 ringits as fine, if not you'll will be jailed. I'm being liberal becoz you'll are tourists." All three of them released a heavy sigh of relief.
Somewhere in Malaysia, it was the institute and a hair style saloon. She was learning different hair styles on the mannequin. "wow, its so nice", her instructed comments. Prachi was happy about her work. "ma'm I need a week leave from this classes." Prachi kept a pleading face. "why so", "actually ma'm, my marriage is about to be fixed, if everything goes right I'll be engaged also." "oh! Congrats." "thanks ma'm." Prachi rushed out happily, but slowed down not finding her friend anywhere near the styling station. "hey John where's Ayesha", she enquired their regular customer, not finding her there. "she told she'll be here after five mins." "ok, then I'll find her", "if you find her, send her here. She left the work in the middle." Prachi ran out to find her in the caf eating a burger. "hey there you are, that fellow is waiting for you and you are eating here like this." "he asked me for hair style that will make girls flat. While I was thinking, I felt hungry so I came here to have something." "you have lot of things to do." "we are going to India, day after tomorrow, so I'll complete all that work after coming back." "but what about the guy'., he's waiting for you", "I'll tell that is the style which makes the girls flat. Ok, what's your program." "tomorrow we'll go for shopping but today I need to take care of myself. I'm totally tanned. I need manicure, pedicure, bleaching, facial'..so on and on" "oh, oh hang on. This is just fixing your marriage." "ahaha, you'll come to know when you're parents starts seeing you matches." Ayesha just rolls her eyes and follows her.
The next day'
"now, Varun I'm off to shopping." "how long is your journey to Mumbai." "if you add two and half hours, I'll be there for lunch", "ok, then I'll pick you up in the airport. Bye", "so wassup Prachi", "he wants to take me to lunch as soon as we land in Mumbai", "I think he's fast", "maybe or maynot be", Prachi picks up her laptop where Varun's photo is displayed and keeps near her face and stands near the mirror. "sometimes he looks damn handsome but sometimes he looks boringly good. Will everything be fine." "yeah, everything will be fine after marriage, don't worry. Do onething pray to god that after getting a nice husband you will break one hundred and one coconuts." Prachi grins at Ayesha and moves to the god's photo. "oh!god I'm a nice girl, behaving nicely with everyone. Please give a nice husband, even if is not handsome it's ok, but he should be loving, caring and when I die he should build a Taj Mahal for me." "ah! What a wish. The government is saying that they do not have funds for cleaning the existing Taj Mahal, and you need another." Ayesha interrupted her. But Prachi ignores her. "if you will present me a nice husband, my friend will break hundred coconuts and I will break that one coconut", "hey you are going to be serious with this." "no, I'm joking." Prachi picks up her handbag. "hey don't play games with god. He'll give you a bad husband, if I won't break hundred coconuts." "ok, chill out, lets go to shopping we are already late. Hey wait there's weather announcement." Hearing that the weather is fine and sunny both of them goes out for shopping.
Hey people tried to fit the entire thing in one part but could not be possible. So making it into probably three parts'hope you enjoy'.
Journey-part-1
The police helicopter was rounding on the Malyasian sky. "hey bro you told that police won't be before 15 mins,but they are already here", a guy below him yelled. "I told keeping the traffic in mind but I didn't know that they will fly in the air also." They both stopped climbing forward the strausses of the bridge. "what shall we do now." They heard the police siren from below them on the road, who rounded up their friend who was waiting for them down. He was scared like a goat seeing the police rounded. They already took his passport and started checking him out. "what should do know." He again yelled at him. "nothing we'll jump from here." "are you gone crazy. If that's so, we won't be going down, but going straightly up ." "if that so there's only one way, slide down slowly. Hey wait I have an idea. Why don't we keep bets, if any of us two will slide down fast'.." "no need, if we slide down so fast they may gun down thinking that we are escaping them. It's better we silde down slowly." Slowly they slides down and surrenders before the police. "you told that if we do anything the police won't care." "I'll tell thousands of nonsense and will you believe everything."
They were taken to the police station and were kept in the interrogation room. The three were standing beside each of them. One was heavily built and tall with cleanly shaved face with curly hair touching to his shoulder and looked hot, the second was thin, the curls of his hair were falling on his face. Looked as if he wore an extra large T-shirt for his personality. The last one was also thin but wore T- shirt suiting his personality, was looking handsome, wore on Italian glasses. "I'm Neev, I am a writer", the third one started his introduction as soon as the policeman entered the room. "I'm Ali, I am psychology student." The middle, thin fellow introduced. "I'm Milind Mishra, MBA graduate." The first one introduced himself. "no no we are friends, and tourists to Malaysia. We came here to see Malaysia. We went till Putrajaya bridge you guys brought us here" Milind tried to explain the policeman, who had talked with them in Malaysian language. The three of them exchanged looks at each other but could catch up what the policeman was saying. The policeman who also could not understand English went away from there. Milind hopped near Ali' "what does you psychology book say about this person." "according to his posture, he is stiff. But not strict ,acting to be strict."Ali replied opening his book and reading. "I think, tomorrow directly they'll leave us to the airport and check us in the India flight", "hey you told, we are going to beach club today night." Milind glared at Neev. "hey Ali your uncle is in the high commission in the embassy, why can't you talk to him and convince." "no way, if knows that we are in this situation, he will never send me with you'll again." "you are right", Milind grinned at him. Before Neev could talk, the policeman had brought his collegue with him. "why did you climb the bridge, did you have any intention to damage it?" the other man asked them. "no,no' actually we kept bets like whoever climbs it higher they are the winner", Milind grinned at him. "for how much money did you keep bets." "money no, no'. who ever is the looser, he has to carry the luggage the whole day, that's it", Milind corrected. "I don't believe you." "It's truth, I swear on my thin friend." Milind kept his hand on Ali. "yeah I know them childhood, they are crazy in keeping bets", Ali said convincingly to the policeman "we will pay you a big fine, please leave us. We are leaving Malaysia day after tommorow", Milind continued widening his hands. The one who could not understand or talk English murmured something in their language. "ok, you pay 3000 ringits as fine, if not you'll will be jailed. I'm being liberal becoz you'll are tourists." All three of them released a heavy sigh of relief.
Somewhere in Malaysia, it was the institute and a hair style saloon. She was learning different hair styles on the mannequin. "wow, its so nice", her instructed comments. Prachi was happy about her work. "ma'm I need a week leave from this classes." Prachi kept a pleading face. "why so", "actually ma'm, my marriage is about to be fixed, if everything goes right I'll be engaged also." "oh! Congrats." "thanks ma'm." Prachi rushed out happily, but slowed down not finding her friend anywhere near the styling station. "hey John where's Ayesha", she enquired their regular customer, not finding her there. "she told she'll be here after five mins." "ok, then I'll find her", "if you find her, send her here. She left the work in the middle." Prachi ran out to find her in the caf eating a burger. "hey there you are, that fellow is waiting for you and you are eating here like this." "he asked me for hair style that will make girls flat. While I was thinking, I felt hungry so I came here to have something." "you have lot of things to do." "we are going to India, day after tomorrow, so I'll complete all that work after coming back." "but what about the guy'., he's waiting for you", "I'll tell that is the style which makes the girls flat. Ok, what's your program." "tomorrow we'll go for shopping but today I need to take care of myself. I'm totally tanned. I need manicure, pedicure, bleaching, facial'..so on and on" "oh, oh hang on. This is just fixing your marriage." "ahaha, you'll come to know when you're parents starts seeing you matches." Ayesha just rolls her eyes and follows her.
The next day'
"now, Varun I'm off to shopping." "how long is your journey to Mumbai." "if you add two and half hours, I'll be there for lunch", "ok, then I'll pick you up in the airport. Bye", "so wassup Prachi", "he wants to take me to lunch as soon as we land in Mumbai", "I think he's fast", "maybe or maynot be", Prachi picks up her laptop where Varun's photo is displayed and keeps near her face and stands near the mirror. "sometimes he looks damn handsome but sometimes he looks boringly good. Will everything be fine." "yeah, everything will be fine after marriage, don't worry. Do onething pray to god that after getting a nice husband you will break one hundred and one coconuts." Prachi grins at Ayesha and moves to the god's photo. "oh!god I'm a nice girl, behaving nicely with everyone. Please give a nice husband, even if is not handsome it's ok, but he should be loving, caring and when I die he should build a Taj Mahal for me." "ah! What a wish. The government is saying that they do not have funds for cleaning the existing Taj Mahal, and you need another." Ayesha interrupted her. But Prachi ignores her. "if you will present me a nice husband, my friend will break hundred coconuts and I will break that one coconut", "hey you are going to be serious with this." "no, I'm joking." Prachi picks up her handbag. "hey don't play games with god. He'll give you a bad husband, if I won't break hundred coconuts." "ok, chill out, lets go to shopping we are already late. Hey wait there's weather announcement." Hearing that the weather is fine and sunny both of them goes out for shopping.
Hey people tried to fit the entire thing in one part but could not be possible. So making it into probably three parts'hope you enjoy'.
index:-
part1-pg1
part2-pg5
part3-pg9
part4-pg11
last part-pg15
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