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Quick tales for charity - continued

Continuing from here...

Give me three random words and I'll write you a quick tale using those words. If you're happy with it, you send a nice little amount to projectwhy based on what you think the story is worth. You can send them a cheque anyway. But this way, it's more fun.

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Kaajukatli's words 'supercilious, more, train'

He loved words. Long, multi-syllabled, tongue-twisters he just couldn’t get enough of. Ignominious, fractious, bilious, opprobrious…he could use them all in one sentence. He also found that girls just fell for big words. Much like how guys adored big…well, never mind.
So one day, our hero boards a train and is adventitious enough to get a seat opposite a pulchritudinous young woman.
‘It’s a resplendent day, isn’t it?’
‘Can’t you see I’m sedulously working?’, she replied superciliously returning to the paper on hand.
‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to exacerbate you’
‘Thank God for my forbearance’, she muttered.
I wish I could tell you more. But it was my station to alight and I left the tautologous couple to get on with the journey.


Vinu's words 'love, pity, ego'

The guard was waving his green flag. The train was ready to depart. Goodbyes and ‘I love you’s were said. Promises to stay in touch were made. Tears were shed, hands were shook, kisses exchanged, egos bruised, pitiful looks cast. The usual drama was enacted. Everyone expected the train to move but it remained rooted. A routine had been played out and a cue had been missed. They hummed and hawed in uncomfortable silence. Seconds turned into prolonged minutes. Their earlier regret at the train leaving now turning into a desire to see it budge. And it did, finally. Phew!


Musten Jiruwala's words 'life after death'

The world was going to end on the 23rd of August 2003. It was a Saturday and was convenient for everyone. Those who believed in life after death, packed carefully. Toothpastes, brushes (you don’t want yellowing teeth in the nether world), American Express (don’t leave home without) and some light reading (like Harry Potter). When it didn’t happen, they consulted their diaries, checked the calendar and blamed the government for the world not ending. The next End Of The World is scheduled for the 15th of November this year. Which is a Tuesday. Bother!


AF's words 'cauliflower, ant, stapler'

"What calls itself a flower but isn't one?"
"I don't know"
"Cauliflower. What calls itself an ant but isn't one?"
"I've no idea"
"Elephant. Where would you find a stapler?"
"I'm terrible at these riddles. Go on, give me the answer"
"That wasn't a riddle. Where have you kept the stapler? I have a bunch
of papers that need stapling."


rohitramgiri said…
very meticulously put
kaaju katli said…
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmuah! :-)
shyam said…
Looks like a couple of dictionaries have been ingested, digested and regurgitated! :)

You're gooooooooooooood...
the perfect antidote to a gloomy day
CodeCanvas said…
smoothly done :)
Anonymous said…
Anonymous said…
The guard was waving his green flag....

Good one.

Not sure about the earlier one though

Tangent said…
ok how much has gone to PRojectWhy people.

Are people putting the money..where their mouth is?
None said…

what a splendid idea?! how has the response been? in fact the idea is quite unique, I'm tempted to do something about it. let's see.

How about "my, three, words"

Rabin said…
Bless you Ammani! (I really have to use Anu's words, coz mine fail me)
shyam said…
Love the elephant-cauliflower-stapler one :) heehee!
great ones.. i loved the one on high sounding words..:) super cool!:)
loved the end of the world and cauliflower ones! fabulous stuff
AF said…
Thank you Ammani.
Gangadhar said…
Great ones..I admire you Ammani...
Anonymous said…
awesome ammani
Handful Of Hell said…
Ram's comment on my blog drew me here. He opined that my verbiages were reminiscent of your take on Kaju Katli's words.

What do I say about your pennings, recherché.

But I wonder how potent your little stories would become if you incorporated composite verbs and nouns along with the heady adjectives that you already seem to be a maven of.

I am no authority in English but I was wordering if the usage of "sedulous" to ascribe a person is right? Also "tautologous", should it not be "tautologic"?

Vinu said…
Hey ammani,

thanks for the story...

But well to be candid, i was not that satisfied with the story line...I couldnt trace out any ego in that story other than its usage as an emotion just for the sake of using it...

And even i dont think 'tautologous' is a correct word to be used..

Anyways continue writing good stuff..
Pal said…
vinu's words about the train gaurd is real funny experience...

AF's cauliflower OH MY matter where i go these sort of riddles are hunting me down...
BridalBeer said…
Wow. Once again, you are very talented!
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