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This story is about one of my closest pals,mr rohit nair...also known as JT...the boy is doin his final yr of engineerin at MODEL engg college...n is among the only 2 ppl frm cochin to get placed at YAHOO with a sal of abt 9 lakh per annum :D.... so 3 of his pals namely annirudh,nagadarshan n myself started on a fictional story abt our superhero..this is like a chain story..where any1 can help in continuin with the story..this is where we've reached so far in our noble pursuit!!!!

JT and the oohays of erolb

Long long ago...in a kingdom far far away.... there lived a knight known to the ordinary populace as JT. Minstrels sang epics of his adventures(else were executed) and poets wrote lengthy ballads about him(else were sent to the Lions in the Roman Circus).

One day as the Knight JT was riding through his land he saw ................................ ................................................................................................ a fat lady wearing a pink dress and oodles of mascara. Now the strange thing about the fat lady was that she was being pursued by certain sinister men in dark stallions. sinister because they were wearing dark hoods which completely hid their face. as sinister as the sinister nazgul. OK, so seeing this sinister scene, JT was flummoxed. He was a knight of course, in his cyan yahoo t-shirt which could be mistaken by someone at night to be a shining flourescent armour i suppose, and the first job of a knight is to rescue all the damsels in distress tht he could find. Now, JT was in a quagmire. According to the rules of his noble order he was supposed to rescue every damsel in distress, but a technicality which was missing was that there was no specification given whether fat ladys wearing pink dresses could be counted as damsels. Now, this really mattered to JT as he is rather picky/choosy about his damsels. As he stood there between the devil and the deep sea, he thought of the movie Shallow Hal.....
.................................................................and the knight clad in the golden armor(or was it pink yahoo tees?)decided to take a 180 degree turn frm his stand of turnin his head away from women who had a less-than-perfect body,smile and sense of style..he decided to look for inner beauty...the change was initiated and propagated to all his cranium cells after his rendezvous with a self-help guru of the medieval times...

JT bravely fought off the sinister lookin men who were trottin on the verge of insanity,swan-dived into a swimmin pool with tsunami-producin turbojets,paddled a canoe with its stern hoisted up in the air..n carried her in his arms...then,JT,enivisioning the damsel's 4000 watt thank-u smile as female physical nirvana got instantly smitten n there was the chance of an idyllic romance in the makin...JT was unsure if his travel to the end of the earth was in search of this beauty.....
beauty,.the topic that has been pondered most upon in history....the topic that philosophers,poets n theologians contemplated upon...but JT was on the brink of breakin a 1000 year old tradition started off by the ancestors of his brotherhood.......
........................................................JT woke up frm his weird dream, in which his 'oldest friend' who keeps saying JT is '21 years old' had him cast in some ethereal albeit kinky landscape saving fat damsels in pink dresses.'Fu**, JT breathed in disgust, as he realized tht he had just stepped out of the wrong side of his bed. He reminiscenced that such days had rarely been good for him. As was his fashion every morning, JT opened his wardrobe and took his favourite outfit out. (Yes, fellows, the famed cyan tee). For reasons unfathomable to JT, everybody from his grandma to his friends made fun of the elegant outfit that the oohaYs had provided for him when they inducted him into the fellowship of the oohaYs of erolB.
As far as JT could see, the t-shirt was perfect. So, he wore it, switched on the music in his walkman phone and started doing what had become a routine now for quite some time. JT started dancing. In front of the mirror. Wearing his cyan t-shirt. To the song 'Kajra Re'.
Yes, brethren, some of you might be closet singers, some closet sleepers, but our JT it turns out is a closet dancer. Aah, the relief he feels during those sessions. The elation and the freedom he experiences in those wee hours of the morning when he 'does his thing'.(( Honestly, I swear, no bloody pun intended.)) Far from the prying eyes, JT did his salsa and thought.....

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