I like this game very much. The story builds and mystery unravels with every sentence that is added to it. Absolutely no short cuts. You can not go to the last page to know the end. It’s such fun ! Then don’t know why I take so much time to play a new one.

Anyway, it is never too late to start.  Here is our next game of  “Passing the Sentence”.

Photograph copyright : Cuckoo

As always, I write the first sentence and invite you all to contribute the next sentence, in sequence. The sentence is passed onto the next person to continue and so on.

Leave your sentence as a comment, and I’ll keep updating this post to show you the flow of the story. You can also refer to earlier games to have an idea.

The story is of 20 sentences and this time can we make it a comedy of errors ?

Rules of the game :
1. Anyone can participate in this game.
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Ok, lets start the game “Passing the sentence”.

New and old readers of this blog, kindly read the rules before jumping to comments section. The story is going to be 25 sentences long and can we make it a suspense story this time ?

As before, I’m going to write the first sentence and I invite you all to contribute the next sentence, in sequence. The sentence is passed onto the next person. Just leave your sentence as a comment, and I’ll keep updating this post to show you the flow of the story. You can also refer to earlier games to have an idea.

Rules of the game :
1. Anyone can participate in this game.
2. You can participate as many times as you wish with only one condition - between any of your sentences there should be a minimum of two from different people.
3. The story has to finish in 25 sentences. So choose your sentences carefully as to go with the flow.
4. If you write more than one sentence in a single comment, I’ll take only the first one and the story will move from there.
5. Sentences can be as long or short as you wish them to be, use lots of commas & semi colons but the moment you use ‘?’ ‘.’ or ‘!’ your sentence is over. Please refer to earlier games.
6. I have the right to wrap up the story by writing the last sentence if no one is able to do so.

So, here goes my first sentence for this game. Please remember we are trying to make a story full of suspense.

 Photograph copyright : Cuckoo

One, two, three.. she counted them as she climbed the spiral stairs, looking for some blood stains on the spotless marble and granite steps; a song “Aur kuchh der thaher” was being played somewhere then she stopped and turned back and suddenly.…

Now dear readers, the stage is all yours. Loosen the reins of your imagination and create the magic. So, who is next ?

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Ok, Tarun wins the early bird prize.

1. One, two, three.. she counted them as she climbed the spiral stairs, looking for some blood stains on the spotless marble and granite steps; a song “Aur kuchh der thaher” was being played somewhere then she stopped and turned back and suddenly.… by Cuckoo

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Ok, this game was promised a few posts back but was kept on hold to give way to others. Now before I completely forget about it, let us play our favourite game which we have not played since long.

New and old readers of this blog, kindly read the rules before jumping to comments section. They are slightly twisted to benefit genuine players. Now you can contribute as many times as you wish with only one condition - between any of your sentences there should be a minimum of two from different people. The story is going to be 25 sentences long and this time let us try to make it a comical mystery i.e. a combination of mystery and comic.

Let us see how 25 different sentences written by different people across the globe weave a story and how long it takes to complete the task, so please don’t be reticent.
As before, I’m going to write the first sentence and I invite you all to contribute the next sentence, in sequence. The sentence is passed onto the next person. Just leave your sentence as a comment, and I’ll keep updating this post to show you the flow of the story. Believe me it’s lots & lots of fun !

This blog has seen many new readers since the last game and they are not familiar with the rules.
So, let me iterate the rules first. You can also refer to earlier games to have an idea.

Rules of the game :
1. Anyone can participate in this game.
2. You can participate as many times as you wish with only one condition - between any of your sentences there should be a minimum of two from different people.
3. The story has to finish in 25 sentences. So choose your sentences carefully as to go with the flow.
4. If you write more than one sentence in a go, I’ll take only the first one and the story will move from there.
5. Sentences can be as long or short as you wish them to be, use lots of commas & semi colons but the moment you use ‘?’ ‘.’ or ‘!’ your sentence is over. Please refer to earlier games.
6. I have the right to wrap up the story by writing the last sentence if no one is able to do so.

So, here goes my first sentence of Game #5. Let us see who the next one is. Please remember we are trying to make a Comical Mystery.

Photograph copyright : Cuckoo

The moment he sat on the back seat of that black Mercedes-Benz, he noticed  a female sitting diagonally opposite in the front seat and only a part of her sexy leg was visible to him which made him wonder whether the leg belonged to the same female whose smiling photo he had seen earlier.

Now folks, the stage is all yours. Loosen the reins of your imagination and create the magic.

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Wow, the story has started moving !

1. The moment he sat on the back seat of that black Mercedes-Benz, he noticed  a female sitting diagonally opposite in the front seat and only a part of her sexy leg was visible to him which made him wonder whether the leg belonged to the same female whose smiling photo he had seen earlier. By Cuckoo

2. It was not the smile that he remembered most, it was the peculiar shade of lipstick that made her look a distant cousin of a certain mr. dracula that was intriguing to him…and now the same shade on her toe nails, he wondered whether she had just dipped her feet in somebody’s blood! By Adi

3. It didn’t matter though whose blood it was, for, she was known for her “killer” ways with men around the city; he was being paid to stalk her and report so that his four new employees could avenge their injuries somehow. This was from N, a new reader of my blog.

4. It was only the last week that he got a call from the Vampire Investigation Department (VID), his employer for the last 15 years which made him take this assignment- an assignment of lifetime, he thought. Ashraf, the newest member of my reader group ??

Four sentences are gone.  Who is next ?

5. Yes, an assignment of lifeteime - his … or her’s! by Peter.

6. Suddenly he woke up from his dreaming thoughts, it could well be a lifetime assignment for her and not his and so once again nervously leaning forward, clutching and pulling the front seat, he desperately tried to see her face and banged his head against … aaah ! This one is by a non-blogger Meera.

This is called a sentence ! Love you Meera, I could feel that pain you know.

Six sentences gone and the story has moved very little.

7. And hurt it was; not because of the physical strike, but because of her cruel face, the horrible memories of which were still deeply ingrained in his cerebral hemisphere. Is Ashraf trying to give it a horror touch ? No, please. Some lighter moments are required now. Who is coming next ?

8. He went cold, softly cajoled by the merc’s climate control, he would not see the sparking white teeth spreading into a grin on the beautiful face beneath the mask, the one she had made to order from greece for the day, just for him.
Deepu, a non-blogger has given it a nice twist.

Come on guys, Diwali is at night !

9. All of a sudden, the happy grin turned into a pained frown as the one lonesome mosquito trapped beneath the mask bit into her skin - annoyingly restless and unbearably itchy she contended, “perhaps I didnt think this through”. This came from Vagabond.

10. With the entry of the unexpected mosquito and its bite on her ”masked” face, her evil grin disappeared and being in a “bat” temper, she decided to have the car stopped to… go in search of some “whine, fangfurter and ice scream.” Aha, Celine has joined at last. Celine, by looking at the photo I never thought she was driving the car !

What next ? Some names to these characters ? They are still in the car.

11. But he did have a plan-or THE PLAN he thought, and then took out the mosquito repellent which he always carried with him since he was attacked by an army of it sent by certain Dr. NO, and offered her, thinking it might be his only way to stop her leaving the car. Here goes Ashraf again.

Ok, so she isn’t driving the car and he is trying to stop her from going out.  What about giving some names to these characters now ?

12. “O,well, at least he is trying to DO something” she thought and “this is my chance - now or never”…. Let us see what Trisha is trying to do. 

13. There was no street light, the car hadn’t stopped completely but she opened the door in a whip and started running towards a narrow lane which looked deserted, with one hand removing her mask and other trying to locate something in her sling bag and she was short of another hand which could take care of her skirt in that windy weather. I was wondering whether the story would end in the car itself but Meera ensured it wasn’t going to be.

Oh la la… where this story is heading to ? Thirteen sentences gone and we have not moved an inch !

14. Hurriedly following her, he recognized the famous countenance of Italian model Aminta Ricci instantly; she was known for her eccentricities, but why was she in his car? Alok gave it an Italian touch.

15. Little did he know that Aminta had come down to India under a pseudonym Amita in search of her kidnapped daughter, Diva, but rather than turning around to find out who was the man following her, she doubled up her efforts to run towards the place as soon as she got an ’sms’ from an unknown stranger that Diva was living happily in Imran Khan’s house. Celine, Imran Khan ?? Ok, you watched the movie ‘Kidnap !

Ten more to go. I think all are trying to give the story a different shape.

16. In her hurry, she missed that big piece of granite stone with sharp edges lying in her way, and got herself a skin cut and a fall…well almost a fall, if not for the helping gesture from Deniel, who used his fantastic acrobatic skills to save her from that severe collapse-leading their first eye contact, after their famous encounter during Dr. No’s reign. Ashraf is after Dr. NO.

Ok, characters have names now and they are on the road. Is there something brewing between them ?

17. One hand behind her back and the other awkwardly holding her by shoulder he was so near to her that he could smell her perfume.. no, no it was her breath, the same warm breath which always made him dreaming of them together.. of being a couple.. of being in eternal love… and then suddenly he got a jerk “Get off my body, uff you are so… ” he hurriedly detached himself from her. Next sentence came from Cuckoo.

Who is next ?

18. But…but…what about all those letters to Diva then? Trisha is next.

19. He continued, “I thought you were dying to see me .. I am Diva’s father…look at me….I am the sperm donor for you daughter…I took care of her all these years…and…”  Vaidya very cleverly does what he is best at.

20. But the conservation was stopped by sudden deafening sound of screeching hot rubber on mud, and lo arrived Dr. No impersonating Imran Khan, along with Diva who wasn’t aware of this trick; but Aminta who herself was using Amita’s alias realized that she and Denial are on the same side of the struggle, and has to do away with their differences to counter this menacing common enemy of their only child Diva. Ashraf again.

This game has taken a record time to finish ! Earlier the games used to get over within hours. I think the story is to be blamed.  5 more to go. Can we see the end coming now ?

21. Looking towards Dr. No, she acted as if she is soulmate of Daniel and embraced him tightly… her hands were still shaking and her lips dry… from Meera.

22. Turning to Daniel, she asks for a crucifix, typical gear for the vid guys, together they hold the crucifix and say a silent prayer before holding it towards Dr. No, who seems to fall down, never to rise again, a chill wind rustles through the autumn leaves, it is a while before Diva realizes the world is not all that it seems and runs towards Aminta. Deepu is trying hard to move the story. Shabbash Deepu !

Come on people, the story is breathing its last. Three more to go.

23. “Mom”, she yelled, “don’t hit him… he is my … ” her face was red while Aminta questioned at her with a pale face. This was from Vaidya… short & sweet.

24. “He is my boyfriend and we had bet on whether we can play a prank on you or not”, laughed out loud Aminta’s lovely daughter. Wow ! Meera has given this story an end which at one time seemed impossible to me.

25. And so the story ended on a happy note with daughter and her beau playing a prank on her mother and his boyfriend. from Cuckoo.

Oh, at last !! This story ended. Has taken the longest time to finish and I still can not make any sense out of it.

Thanks everybody for participating, next time I’ll start afresh with a little more heart. 

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Passing the Sentence is a very tricky game. Loads of fun or full of boredom, it depends how we, as players take it. As the story unfolds sentence by sentence, we are intrigued by its mysterious nature. We never know what would be the next move and we can not even turn to last page of the book to know the end. The curiosity keeps mounting up. And this is the foremost reason why I play this game here.

Also, this game tells us about many silent readers who generally don’t comment on the blog and come here only to participate in this game. And it is amazing to know that I have so many readers who are not bloggers but simple plain readers. Thank you all.
It also reveals something about the participants. We are not renowned writers but some of us have the flair to write.

Sometimes we get excited and sometimes upset about the turn the story takes. At times the comments keep pouring within few minutes of each other while this time we had to wait for three days for the 14th sentence.

It purely is a team game. The theme gives us an idea to weave our story and the first sentence guides us the direction to take.
The players have to take a clue from preceding sentences to remain in the flow. In a way, they really need to read minds of other players to weave a good story.

Some of my readers quite enthusiastically participate in this game and last year when we were playing it regularly; on popular demand I was coerced to increase the no. of sentences.
This year I started again with only fifteen sentences as many of the earlier participants have taken break from blogging and some of my readers are new. But subsequently I intend to increase it.

Now let us see how this story has taken its shape and how this game can be improved further. Your suggestions are most welcome.

I gave the following sentence to start with. Generally my sentences are incomplete to give room to participants to build on. Sometimes I don’t even give a name to my characters but then in one of the earlier games a character was given 3 names by 3 different people ! Ha Ha.. I didn’t want that to happen here.

Read the complete story here and tell me your views.

1. When John hurriedly sat in an autoricksha and told the destination, he had only one thing in his mind… what if I am not able to hold it till I reach ?
2. It would be very embarrassing for him as the autowallah would find out !!!!
3. The road was long, and seeming to get longer and longer by second. I think here the participant could have added something more to the story.
4. It was after all not so easy to hide such a big thing; a bomb that could be diffused any second, and he seriously had a task cut out at hand, for the destination had a lot of things in store!!! So, we know it’s a bomb.
5. The bomb concealed within itself the power to incinerate many a nose hair.
6. Or that was what he thought, but little did he know that the shopkeeper not understanding his angrezi accent had given him Neosporin, when he asked for liquid Nitrogen*; he didnt knew they dont sell bombs in pharmacy stores. A nice twist here which was not carried forward further.
7. Time is ticking and with the auto nowhere near the destination, John is getting impatient now; he can’t hold the damn thing any longer as a cold sweat broke out!!
8. Waiting impatiently at the 79th red light and only half way, he again heard this tic tac … from his watch or…? Peter tried to confirm about the bomb.
9. Trying to hide expressions on his red face he pleaded to auto driver, “Hurry up pls” and then suddenly he heard a faint sound… he looked down…. and.. It seems Amol had other plans.
10. a chicken was born…What do you say about this one ? I think it was a filler which almost derailed the story.
11. .. and now John wondered where the heck the egg came from ???? Raghu had no choice but to question it.
12. and a loud sound with a strong vile odour… he suddenly felt something trickling down in his trousers… couldn’t control his yell “aaaaaaaaah” and the autowala screeched to a halt, “Kya hua”. Ashish says it wasn’t a bomb but something else. Another twist. Remember, 12 sentences up, we are still undecided.
13. John replied matter-of-factly, “Wahi hua jiska darr tha”, and realizing that the fake bomb he’d created with an intention to pressurize and confuse the autodriver so that he was saved the embarrassment he was afraid of more than anything else, and that his destination was only 46 red lights away, tried to engage the autodriver in conversation about the classic chicken and the egg question, hoping he does not ask about the source of that sound again. Ashes rightly picked up the thread & gave a definite shape.

14. The autodriver was smart, sensing his passenger’s problem he offered, “you are in a mess, mujhe samajh me aata hai (I can understand).. ..there is a Sulabh sochalaya nearby, waha le chalu aapko (shall I take you there)?” After Ashes’s sentence, Meera’s job was pretty easy. She made it very clear that it was an upset stomach case.

15. And so with an embarrassed smile, our hero, John quietly accepted driver’s offer thanking his stars that it was dark and not many people around… covering his front with one hand and back with another, sheepishly looking here & there, walking like a shitty pig entered his heaven and the autodriver covering his mouth & nose looked at the back seat and there he went puking puking puking… Then I just had to wrap it up.

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Ok, enough of seriousness now, let us play our favourite game which we have not played since long. The story is going to be 15 sentences long with each of you getting only one chance. And the story we are going to make this time would be a Comedy of Errors.

Let us see how 15 different sentences written by different bloggers across the globe weave a story. As before, I’m going to write the first sentence and I invite you all to contribute the next sentence, in sequence. The sentence is passed onto the next blogger. Just leave your sentence as a comment, and I’ll keep updating this post to show you the flow of the story. Believe me it’s lots & lots of fun !
Heyyy, read the rules first before jumping off to the comment section !!

I want to see how long it takes to complete the task, so please don’t be reticent.
This blog has seen many new readers since last game and they are not familiar with the rules. So, let me iterate the rules first. You can also refer to earlier game to have an idea.

Rules of the game :
1. You can participate only once in this game.
2. The story has to finish in 15 sentences. So choose your sentence carefully as to go with the flow.
3. If you write more than one sentence, I’ll take only the first one and the story will move from there.
4. Sentences can be as long or short as you wish them to be, use lots of comma & semi colons but the moment you use ‘?’ ‘.’ or ‘!’ your sentence is over. Please refer to earlier games.
5. I have the right to wrap up the story by writing the last sentence if no one is able to do so.
6. It is a team game, so play in the spirit of the game.  Do not try to drag any individual or try to disturb the flow.

So, here goes my first sentence of Game #4. Let us see who the next one is. Please remember we are trying to make a Witty Comedy story.

When John hurriedly sat in an autoricksha and told the destination, he had only one thing in his mind… what if I am not able to hold it till I reach ?

Photograph Copyright : Cuckoo

Now folks, the stage is all yours. Loosen the reins of your imagination and create the magic.

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The comedy has begun. Drumrolls please ….

1. When John hurriedly sat in an autoricksha and told the destination, he had only one thing in his mind… what if I am not able to hold it till I reach ?

Oh oh. Within minutes of publishing, Abhi has set it rolling.
2. It would be very embarrassing for him as the autowallah would find out !!!!

Third sentence came from Amey. Hmmm… John seems to be restless, eh ?
3. The road was long, and seeming to get longer and longer by second.

Ahaa ! Praveen gave it a twist !! Till now I was thinking he had a stomach upset.
4. It was after all not so easy to hide such a big thing; a bomb that could be diffused any second, and he seriously had a task cut out at hand, for the destination had a lot of things in store!!!

Let us see what happens next.

Alok M has further moved the bomb…. errr the story.
5. The bomb concealed within itself the power to incinerate many a nose hair.

Nose hair ?? What are you upto ? Ha Ha Ha..  Five sentences gone, only 10 left.

6. Or that was what he thought, but little did he know that the shopkeeper not understanding his angrezi accent had given him Neosporin, when he asked for liquid Nitrogen*; he didnt knew they dont sell bombs in pharmacy stores. Whoa !! Maverick has other plans for John.
* angrezi = English

7. Time is ticking and with the auto nowhere near the destination, John is getting impatient now; he can’t hold the damn thing any longer as a cold sweat broke out!! This was from Sam.

Oh la la. I am also getting impatient. So, what happens next ?

8. Waiting impatiently at the 79th red light and only half way, he again heard this tic tac … from his watch or…?
Peter, I love you. You have just added the sound effect to it !!

Amol gave some mystery to it.
9. Trying to hide expressions on his red face he pleaded to auto driver, “Hurry up pls” and then suddenly he heard a faint sound… he looked down…. and..

I think the story is going to finish in auto itself. What do you say ? Six sentences more to go..

10. a chicken was born… Trotter made a chicken out of it !! Ha Ha Ha…

Now what ? The people who have already participated can guide others with the flow and tell me what had you expected.

11. .. and now John wondered where the heck the egg came from ???? Raghu is wondering what turn the story will take now.

And I am wondering where the heck all the female readers have vanished. Four more sentences to wrap up the story. Let me see who has a creative brain here.

12. and a loud sound with a strong vile odour… he suddenly felt something trickling down in his trousers… couldn’t control his yell “aaaaaaaaah” and the autowala screeched to a halt, “Kya hua”. It seems Ashish has something else in his mind.
*Kya hua = What happened

Wrap up the story now, only 3 sentences left.

Here comes a big one from Ashes. And he has almost brought the story to the end. Good going Ashes.
13. John replied matter-of-factly, “Wahi hua jiska darr tha”, and realizing that the fake bomb he’d created with an intention to pressurize and confuse the autodriver so that he was saved the embarrassment he was afraid of more than anything else, and that his destination was only 46 red lights away, tried to engage the autodriver in conversation about the classic chicken and the egg question, hoping he does not ask about the source of that sound again.

Last two sentences now.

14. The autodriver was smart, sensing his passenger’s problem he offered, “you are in a mess, mujhe samajh me aata hai (I can understand) ..there is a Sulabh sochalaya nearby, waha le chalu aapko (shall I take you there) ?”.
Came from Meera, a rescuer for the story. Thank you Meera & welcome to my blog.
*Sulabh sochalaya = Chain of paid toilets

15. And so with an embarrassed smile, our hero, John quietly accepted driver’s offer thanking his stars that it was dark and not many people around… covering his front with one hand and back with another, sheepishly looking here & there, walking like a shitty pig entered his heaven and the autodriver covering his mouth & nose looked at the back seat and there he went puking puking puking.. .. by Cuckoo.

Note:-I have not taken Celine’s sentence for this game as by the time her contribution came, we already had 15 sentences with us. Extremely sorry, Celine. Better luck next time. She indeed read all sentences and tried to intertwine them beautifully.

This was her contribution. John, with the Neosporin wearing off, was now delirious, and not caring whether it was the chicken or egg, pushed the “bomb” back into him and squirmed in the auto as he said, “No, take me quickly to Lilavati” and, through the pain, was basking with happy thoughts of being able to play musical chair or rodeo games once again because it was time for the big event that he had been waiting for a long time, that is, as soon as he was to reach Lilavati Hospital the big “bomb” inside him was going to be out - ah, finally it was time for the hemorroid operation.
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And I am listening to one of my favourite rain songs (I very much like the beginning).

Current song- Zada Khali Basle Le - Paaus
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Ok, as you would have noticed I am a bit occupied these days so not really getting into a mood of writing a full-fledged post. Also, it’s high time that I have played my favourite game here. So, here I am with the game #3. This time I am making it 25 sentences long but with a difference.

Heyyy, read the rules first before jumping off to the comment section !! They are slightly modified. And this time let us try to make it a story full of Humour.
Let us see how 25 different sentences written by different bloggers across the globe weave a story. As before, I’m going to write the first sentence and I invite you all to contribute the next sentence, in sequence. The sentence is passed onto the next blogger. Just leave your sentence as a comment, and I’ll keep updating this post to show you the flow of the story. Believe me it’s lots & lots of fun !

I want to see how long it takes to complete the task, so please don’t be reticent.

Rules of the game :

1. You can participate only twice in this game with the condition that between your two sentences there should be 5 valid sentences and no anonymous commenter please. I am dead scared of them ! Bhoooot…
2. The story has to finish in stipulated no. of sentences only (25 in this case). So choose your sentence carefully as to go with the flow.
3. If you write more than one sentence, I’ll take only the first one and the story will move from there.
4. Sentences can be as long or short as you wish them to be, use lots of comma & semi colons but the moment you use ‘?’ ‘.’ or ‘!’ your sentence is over. Please refer to Game #2.

So, here goes my first sentence. Let us see who the next one is. Please remember we are trying to make a FUNNY WITTY story.

When a private eye is called to investigate a murder, you know that it’s important, ah very important to keep an eye on that private eye, more so if he has two left feet and the brain of a dodo!

Now folks, the stage is all yours. Loosen the reins of your imagination and create the magic.

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So, the story begins like this.

1. When a private eye is called to investigate a murder, you know that it’s important, ah very important to keep an eye on that private eye, more so if he has two left feet and the brain of a dodo! from Cuckoo.

Peter, looks like you were waiting for me to post something, eh ? Here is the next sentence from Peter.
2. The name of this one, Herlock Sholmes, made me even more suspicious about his abilities.

Next sentence is from a new reader of this blog. Welcome abroad Mrs. Mittal !! Keep coming.
3. However having heard of his past successes and his ‘Karamchand-brain’ made me hire him anyways.

Excellent, Maverick !! You are a gem in this game.
4. The huge successes in the past like catching a thief who stole a bunch of shampoo sachets from a locked house and in the hurry dropped his bag with his ID were a proof of his ability.

5. All doubts were gone once it was known that Herlock Sholmes was not coming alone….. he was coming with his master…. “Chemical Ali”… The mastermind who unveiled the “Bermuda Triangle Mystery” and many of “Nostradamus’s unexplained prophecies ” from Ashish.

Sam introduces another character to the story.
6. And now come around the big climax, when one comes to know that Byomkesh
hanky-panky would also be turning up to do the investigation at the behest of the superintendent of police, Mr. Laugh-at-me-not!!

Seventh sentence came from a very old blogger buddy of mine.. Sameer.
7. Sholmes, I learnt, was a man who now liked to work alone, having successfully solved the Whatson shampoo case, and he addressed me “what, son?” rather too frequently to my liking, and Chemical Ali was a chemically acerbic man, if you know what I mean.

Oh la la !! Aditi misplaced the body !! Is the story going on right track of humour ??
8. The case successfully baffled all the detectives that showed up, as the body suddenly went missing, maybe it too was afraid of its fate at their hands.

As always, Beast tries to drag poor Cuckoo in the plot. Beast, can’t you think beyond Cuckoo ?
9. But the case was not all that complicated anymore, as the detective had found an important piece of evidence; the link to Cuckoo’s blog at the scene of the crime, making her the prime suspect in the murder case; but unfortunately no one knew of her true identity; all they had was a pink cartoon linking her to the movie “Hum Tum” which the detectives’ will now have to watch to look for clues.

Next sentence came from Mayank, a non-blogger.
10. Ignoring the other two detectives, Herlock Sholmes, eating his favourite fruit banana went into a king sized bathroom… his association with shampoo cases always drives him to bathrooms.. and suddenly there was a wild shriek… I ran towards the bathroom knocking down the other two detectives on the floor… oh the floor was littered with banana peels… damn!

So, 10 sentences are gone and detectives are still biting the floor. Oooops…

11. Sholmes heard the trademark, “Zoinks!!” as he discovered that Shaggy, Scooby and the gang until now had been secretly following him, since the missing body belonged to none other than… the Abominable Snowman!! From Craver.

12. Trrrinnngggg….. the phone rang in the other room, Sholmes picks up the receiver.. he hears a song in a female voice singing… “hum tum ek kamare mein band ho aur body kho jaaayeee “; Sholmes keeps listening till the call drops with a grin on his face as his suspicion towards Cuckoo grows stronger…. but then gulping another banana mumbles who might be the missing body? Vaidya, a non-blogger tries to bring in suspense by making Sholmes listen to a romantic duet on the phone !

Now the challenge for all of us to carry on further.

A request to all of you. Please keep the sentences in flow, read the previous few comments before writing your own, keep them simple to let the next person understand it.

Next sentence comes from Kalyan.
13. Now Byomkesh hanky-panky comes to the rescue, he brings one strong evidence to the people, saying he was indeed asked by a girl for a huge sum of money to help her drag out something wrapped in a jute bag out of the dickey of her car last rainy night and they found out one toy of a cartoon character at the spot, so they know have some evidence against cuckoo, who just have to be found out…

I have all sympathies with dear Cuckoo.

Wow ! Craver has given the story a nice twist. Looks like Sholmes is a girl.
14. Super sleuth Byomkesh mutters “doppelganger” under his breath as he shakes hands with Herlock Sholmes, noticing the tiny, soft hands small shoulders, and (sniff) curiously enough, a feint smell of perfume… and didn’t he just see Sholmes a minute ago, headed in the other direction?

Who’s the next speaker ? If you have not read the rules then you are missing something. What ?? Well, you can contribute twice here.

15. Trying to avoid Byomkesh’s piercing questioning eyes, Sholmes lowered the cap to cover his(her) eyes, pulled up his(her) loose pantaloons and peeled yet another banana.. gosh how many bananas a day.. and moved again towards his(her) favourite place of investigation.. bathroooooom! Came from Rohit, a non-blogger I guess. Rohit, if you have a blog, please leave your URL here.

16. Sitting on a commode thinking, Herlock Sholmes tried to focus… somehow bathrooms or washrooms are always a perfect place to find a clue and many times he succeeded also and in the bargain charged many gift hampers of bathroom kit as his fees; and thus he became the main source of bathroom supplies for the entire neighbourhood; and so the shops selling bathroom accessories have become his enemies… he doesn’t care as long as he gets his quota of bathroom supplies. From Abhijit. Now I have 4 Abhijit’s coming to my blog. Which one are you ?

Priyank has tried to take the story ahead.
17. ‘You shit and stink, I sit and think’ was Herlock’s motto, and while she scratched her head in the washroom, ByomKESH (who was even more interested in shampoos for obvious reasons) was getting increasingly suspicious about Herlock, after all she was pretending to be a guy, she knew the house well and she was acting too funny to be a detective…. could Cuckoo have killed Herlock, disposed the body under a banana tree and come back pretending to be a detective ?

18. But but but.. who talked about the missing body in first place.. Byomkesh remembered it was a lady on the other end of that mysterious phone call… is it all a goof up or a prank played on all of them.. he looked at the date in calendar and jumped in joy.. yesss it is a prank ! From Dragon.

Now looking at the ‘overwhelming’ response the story received this time, I revert back to 20 sentences. The no. was increased mainly for those readers who had complained about being allowed to participate only once.
So, now only two sentences left. Let us see who those two funny ones are to bring the story to a humerous end. Come on guys, let us wrap it off.

19. It was the Fool’s day!…and as an experienced detective, it’s nothing new for him, but the 3rd time he became ‘fool’ on this particular day,1st April, ALSO the 3rd anniversary of his glorious run! from Sag_Nik.

The last sentence came from Pyare Mohan.
20. That is when Byomkesh started jumping up and down in the bath tub splashing water, knowing that he was about to solve the case when he felt the coldness of steel behind his ear and a click…
he froze sweating in fear, his heart stopping to beat….
His heart had stopped beating for sometime, and his body slipped away revealing the cold steel and the object that clicked, was just a new swiveling designer tap which had a trigger to let off the water from the tap…

Sorry, I was not near my computer for last 2-3 days, down with severe conjunctivitis and fever. So, could not see what’s happening on this front. I don’t think we can call it a perfect end. But I am glad that somehow it ended !! Phew !

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So, the second “Passing the Sentence” game is over now. And the critique was on my computer even before I could send the details to the reviewer !! Yeah, looks like he kept checking my blog for the story to wrap up and without wasting a single moment he was on the job. And what a fantastic job he has done, writing about each statement given by us, a kind of review I like most.
You can imagine his excitement about this game from the simple confession he has made and I have scolded him for that. And all of you will agree with me that the story generated so much anxiety among all of us that at one stage we started praying ! That’s the beauty of this game.

Here are some observations from my side when I compared it with the previous game.

Except Peter, all other participants are Indians living in India or abroad. Does that mean we Indians are good at appreciating horror or do we like it very much ? Read Peter’s many comments on that post.. he was very upset & really wanted ME to finish off the story so as to bring a happy end.
Another observation was that unlike before, only two females (including me) participated this time. Girls are really chickens I guess.

Ok, so here is the critique produced verbatim, done by a fellow blogger Pyare Mohan. He is Mumbai based film maker with animation industry and a great story teller. Please read till the end, he has some suggestions for us as well.

Cuckoo chan some people call, some others have some other names. Sweet sounds, sweet games. Well, sometimes you might be surprised; the game might lead into a horror story.
An interactive game is a wonderful medium for bloggers as all the bloggers love to type and type. So the first thing that crossed my mind was ‘Man, I wish I could be a part of it.’
As the rules were, I couldn’t. But I must confess, I cheated, and that is a compliment to the post. I couldn’t resist. Cuckoo, Clap clap clap to the game you started!

Now to the story part -

Each line written by a blogger reflects the personality traits of the person and how they interpret the word ‘horror’. I am going sentence by sentence trying to analyze how many emotions, twists and turns a story can go through in 20 lines.

Cuckoo started off with a mystical journey setting out the mood and the pace for the next 19 bloggers. The sentence took the reader to the chilly, foggy environment.

Sag_Nik, continued. Here came the predictable footsteps of an unknown stranger…

Maverick bought a little twist in the tale, by bringing her long lost friend. He left it with an open end… a suspense that could change the course of direction of the story..

Peter, wanted to make this into a comedy. A comic tragedy or a tragic comedy… I wonder, but this is where the next couple of bloggers had to be careful. Peter’s plot, made the story to be carefully taken forward, the following bloggers had to tread on slippery roads.

Till this point the story bought in an essence of the place, an intrigue about her long lost friend and left a ghost of her past in the memory of the reader.

Vaidya brought the story back to the present, with the rustling leaves crushing beneath the feet.

Now the story could have gone anywhere, murder mystery, revenge… etc. Sam brings in the realisation of horror by presenting the Missing Shadow.

Scanman takes the reader into a different dimension, talking about an unsolved mystery thus certifying the death of the lady, and that this lady in front of her was actually a ghost!

Beast dwells deeper into the case, and poor Cuckoola is trapped in the story as a demon. tch tch..

Praveen brings the Dracula effect… Now the horror starts growing…

Mayank brings about the biggest twist into the story by bringing Anita, the ghost and an unidentified boyfriend who was snatched by the prettiest woman. So this story looks like it is going to be a revenge story…

But my question is if she was in the body of a he, wouldn’t it be a guy who was walking towards her in the forest in the first place ? Why would a ghost disguise a man’s body to a woman? She just has to go for the Kill… Nevertheless… I keep the logic aside for an explanation…

Rohit brings in the personal touch… the missing bracelet. The Ghost gets a name…and the suspense mounts…

Lord Suicaine unsolves the mystery. John, the boyfriend’s death, Rozy is dazzled… how? when? where?

Kalyan gets in the suspicion… we dive deep into the psyche of a sad, heart broken Anita, and all the suspicion in her heart.

Deepti confirms the fear.

Ashutosh invents the new source of energy for Bloggers. Also I must mention, the imagination was quite surreal. The needs of a ghost is not limited to taking revenge, but slow conscious death… that’s an interesting perspective!!

No comments on the next line…

Adi brings a breath of fresh air with a smiling J’s face…. but leaves an uneasiness with the noiseless shriek…

Sid brings in the twist. It is not Rozy who is a ghost… it is she who is the ghost!!!

There are so many twists in this story, it looks like a Jalebi!!!

Arun P, brings both the dead lovers into a romantic mood but…

Abhi finishes it off in a note that leaves us pleased. All the 20 bloggers lived through the nightmare along with Anita…. and everybody heaves a sigh of relief. The nightmare is over….

An applause to all the contributors, for the story that has been developed, has more emotions, chills and thrills than some of the mundane books that are published and floating in the bookstores… I hope there are more such thematic games on this blog so that I can participate in it without cheating!!!!

P.S. How about each blogger writing a chapter and passing it on. 20 chapters make a book… and we send it to a publisher… what say?

Note:- I request & expect each one of you to reply to the suggestion made by Pyare Mohan. What do you say folks ? A book ? Please leave your suggestions/comments here on comments section.

P.S. - Requests are pouring down to have another round with more sentences… yes; I’ll increase the no. of sentences but first let the game become a bit more popular. More than half of my readers are wary to participate in it and I hate to leave things incomplete. I have some ideas and suggestions are most welcome. But promise me first that you’ll all take part in it and bring in more people to do so.

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Ok, as promised I am back with game #2. This time I don’t want any complaints of not being able to play. So, making it a bit longer.. that is 20 sentences for this story.

Once again here’s an open invitation. Can 20 different sentences – written by different bloggers across the globe – weave a good Horror story? Let us find out.
I’m going to write the first sentence and I invite you all to contribute the next sentence, in sequence. Yes, the sentence is passed onto the next blogger. Just leave your sentence as a comment, and I’ll keep updating this post to show you the flow of the story. Believe me it’s lots & lots of fun !

I want to see how long it takes to complete the task, so please don’t be reticent. Also, I am going to invite a guest judge (Surprise, surprise !!) – who is also a blogger – to critique our effort.

Ok now, first things first, as this petite Cuckoo always does … here are some rules of the game. Please read them carefully before playing.

Rules of the game :

1. No one blogger can participate more than once in a single game and no anonymous commenter please. I am dead scared of them ! Bhoooot…
2. The story has to finish in stipulated no. of sentences only (20 in this case). So choose your sentence carefully as to go with the flow.
3. If you write more than one sentence, I’ll take only the first one and the story will move from there.
4. Sentences can be as long or short as you wish them to be, use lots of comma & semi colons. Please refer to Game #1.

So, here goes my first sentence. Let us see who the next one is. Please remember we are trying to make a HORROR story.

She loved the mountains, unsullied greens and that chilly foggy weather.. that morning as she leisurely came out of her hotel room, rubbing her hands, mesmerized by the surroundings she stepped onto a road she wondered where that would lead her to, and then suddenly…

Now folks, the stage is all yours. Loosen the reins of your imagination and create the magic.

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Ahaa !! The story has started moving within no time. Cuckoo khush hui.

1. She loved the mountains, unsullied greens and that chilly foggy weather.. that morning as she leisurely came out of her hotel room, rubbing her hands, mesmerized by the surroundings she stepped onto a road she wondered where that would lead her to, and then suddenly… from Cuckoo.

2. She heard a voice, stopped for a while and as she turned back, found a blurred figure from that foggy atmosphere gradually proceeding to her…wow, it was that lady…. from Sag_Nik.

3. Who was her friend and with whom she had lost touch; meeting old friends in new places is always refreshing and she expected this was the same but least did she know that wasn’t the case. This was from Maverick.

Bravo Peter ! Nice twist. It actually fits well with my current song, as if someone is calling out that woman !
4. She felt something strange about it, but did not yet know that this “lady friend” actually was a disguised man. From Peter.

5. That lady proceeded with a wily smile as the rustling sound of leaves made her shiver, unaware of the disguised person she asked her to join her stroll. From Vaidya… a first timer here as far as I know.

Five sentences gone, 15 left. Now, what next ?

6. It was while strolling that she noticed that the shadows showed only one person… “this cannot be!!”, she thought… with this creeping on in her mind, she walked on casting a nervous and scared glance at her companion. From Sam.

Now here comes the challenge for all of us to carry on further. What I could make out from a veryyy long sentence by Scanman is here…not verbatim exactly.

7. The word ‘disguised’ offers too literal an explanation for the fantastic and other-worldly transformations that have taken place in the body and psyche of the man after he was possessed by the spirit of the woman whose sudden disappearance is still shrouded in mystery after so many months and the case file remains open for the police who are increasingly inclined to classify it as an unsolved homicide.

A request to all of you. Please keep the sentences in flow, in the spirit of the game and simple.. in order to let the next person understand it, else you know what I am going to do.

Huh Beast ! You are always after poor petite Cuckoo. Nice continuation but lordess ?
8. Nothing about the case was simple, no wonder it couldn’t be solved; her parents narrated things that defied logic, prior to her disappearance, the woman had been possessed by a demon, the demon Cuckoola, lordess of all evil powers. From Beast

Ha Ha.. demons writing blogs ?? Very interesting.
9. People closely associated with the woman have seen her, late into the night, writing (blogging!!!) and tearing up parchments of paper in high quality blood; obviously, people speculated about the different sources of blood, leaving them all paralysed with fear, and then suddenly, one “fine” night when many people died, they saw her taking the road leading to a dense forest all alone… . From Praveen

10. And this was that very road but now it was morning.. SHE in the body of a HE wanted to be with Anita, this prettiest woman in the world who had earlier snatched her boyfriend and in a way was the reason for her death.. today she wanted to take revenge by being close to Anita.. she would definitely try to woo her and take her to the interiors of that forest… From Mayank, a very old fan of Cuckoo. Mayank, you still without a blog ?

Ok, so ten sentences are over and as I can see it now, it indeed is going to be a horror story.

11. So it was a lady demon hovering over the man, disguised as Anita’s female friend Rozy and now trying to take Anita to the remotest place in the forest.. Anita in a pink flowery dress looked as awesome as always, oblivious of Rozy’s devilish plans, wanted to go back to the hotel since she was scared and found something amiss… she noticed Rozy’s hand on which there was a bracelet which resembled the one given to her by her boyfriend…how could Rozy have it ? This one is from Rohit.

The twelfth sentence came in from Lord Suicaine.
12. Her boyfriend John had given her the bracelet when they were on a romantic trip to Greece where within two days John was found murdered; on the same evening the bracelet was stolen from her bag under mysterious circumstances and now the same bracelet on Rozy’s hand.. Anita was now scared to death thinking of the unthinkable, her face became pale in spite of her pink dress.. is Rozy a ghost?

Oh la la, where are we heading to ? This indeed is a spine chilling thriller. Simpler and shorter sentences please. We still have 8 more to go and am quite sure that the story will finish in that.

Next sentence comes from Kalyan.
13. Or is it just Anita’s doubting senses.. she has become suspecting of almost everyone since her boyfriend John’s death. She was keeping a close look on the bracelet and trying to find the initials of their first names AJ which was embedded on it and her mind was preparing to run back if she found it out…

14. There it was, the initials AJ embedded beautifully together on the inner side of the bracelet and with a blood curdling scream, Anita fainted. From Deepti.

Ouch ! Never expected so much of bloody things out here on my blog. Ha Ha.. enjoying it immensely. Hmm.. some people just love the horrors of life. I must say, the fifteenth sentence from Ashutosh is a very good attempt.

15. She started dreaming almost immediately, wherein she heard Rozy mention about the ‘Blood Bloggers Band’, an association that collected blood and supplied to bloggers who wrote in high-quality blood, and then she saw Rozy and John engraved inside a heart on a tree trunk in the same forest, with the entire etching bleeding freshly; Rozy was trying to get her back to consciousness—penetrating even her subconscious—before she made her next move as she wanted Anita to see what was coming to her.

Five more to go. Let us see how it ends. As I said earlier the story is going to a spine chilling thriller ! Good Luck to all the five next bloggers for brining it to a thrilling end. Black King, be ready to wrap up the game again.

This one really had me puking. I don’t think I’ll ever ask people to make a horror story.
16. Her subconscious mind sent electric impulses through the nerves emitting pulses which would explode the nerves, the arteries and the veins, making her head grow larger in size, the veins and the nerves ripping apart from her skin spreading like roots of a tree and her head growing bigger than the tallest tree in the forest emanating shrieking sounds… From Prax.

And this was once again a nice turn. Thank you Adi for bringing me to senses again. And heyy I am NOT Anita. Ok ?
17. As Anita came to her senses, she saw a face bent over her, it was a smile… a benign, veiled smile on J’s face…J! J? “J”, she screamed and…

18. she screamed and… found no voice coming out of her which first surprised her.. and then forced her to think if it was all dream she was having.. but then her eyes fell upon something that froze her - it was her own dead body.. This came from a dear blogger SiD.

Ok, now only two sentences left. Let us see who those two brave ones are to bring the story to a respectable end. Come on guys, don’t be afraid. It is just a story we all are trying to weave.

19. .. lying next to John’s.. his left hand around her shoulder, both were smiling as if they were going for a romantic walk in that perfect romantic morning on that mysterious road and then suddenly… From Arun P.

Only last sentence left !! Who’s going to bring this story to a meaningful end ? Heyy guys, I’ll wait for another 12 hours and if no one is courageous enough to come forward then I’ll complete it. What do you say ??

Hurray !!! I asked for one and got two in bargain with a difference of 9 minutes only. Thank you both Iceman and Abhi. Nice try, guys. All the readers wanted a happy end and you both have tried to do the same.
However, I am taking Abhi’s sentence as the last one since it is more meaningful. It looks like he read the story carefully to bring in all the finer points to a conclusion. Also, Iceman’s version has multiple sentences.
So, here goes the last sentence.

20. she heard him calling her name….”Good Morning Honey”, he said and there he was smiling at her, standing with a breakfast tray in his hand, specially made for her on a chilly Sunday morning,……this was just what she had always wanted….a romantic holiday to Greece….she took a look at the tray and there it was…..a lovely blue bracelet with the initials AJ embedded on it.

Now the story is going directly to the reviewer’s desk. Let us see what he has to say.

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So, the first “Passing the Sentence” game got over within 23 hours with people participating from places like Arizona, Dubai, Isle of Man, Paris, Singapore, Sydney, and of course different cities of India and the USA. Thank you very much for quick responses. As expected it was fun with story moving from a pub to blogs, from love to murder plot..

Requests are pouring down to have another round… yes; I’ll have the game 2 very soon. Watch out this place and don’t miss the chance this time.
Here is the critique produced verbatim, by once again David Mcmahon himself. He also stuck to the record of 23 hours and I am publishing it within 23 hours !

Bravo, Cuckoo. And bravo, all of Cuckoo’s readers. Completing a Passing sentence game in 23 hours is a great example of a participatory blog. The secret to a good blog, I think, is one that engages readers in more senses than one. To invite readers, as it were, to create and weave a story in any fashion they choose, is only just being explored.

The first time I introduced the concept on my own blog, I was amazed that the first two sentences came from different ends of the world, in the space of a few minutes. That, in a nutshell, is the level of engagement that is so important as the best blogs forge their way ahead. There is no vanity, no preening. There is no swaggering, no chest-beating. Most of all, there is a sense of fun, with no place for ego. Great hosts invite their guests into their homes and likewise, there can be no harm in inviting readers into one’s process of creativity.

The best part of this game is its simplicity. You don’t have to be a rocket scientist to participate. I really enjoyed the way you gave your readers the first serve and then it was back and forth like a serve-and-volley Wimbledon match as the sentences took the story on an entertaining and easy-to-follow roller-coaster ride.

The beginning is pure James Dean or Marlon Brando, then it becomes imbued with black comedy and suspense, all rolled into one. Underworld dons. Mysterious fruit. Yes, it takes many unexpected turns, but that is the essence of the game. As for the ending - it just proves that every story needs a poker phase!

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Ok, enough of seriousness. Now let us play a game to cheer ourselves up. When I first played this game on David Mcmahon’s blog, it caught my fancy. And now, I want to play it again and I can not play without your active participation. Heyy, It is nice when you read my blog, it’ll be even nicer if you participate in it.

Here’s an open invitation. Can 15 different sentences – written by different bloggers across the globe – weave a good story? Let us find out.
I’m going to write the first sentence and I invite you all to contribute the next sentence, in sequence. Just leave your sentence as a comment, and I’ll keep updating this post to show you the flow of the story. Believe me it’s lots & lots of fun !

Since I have taken this game from David’s blog, I am calling it by the same name.. Passing the sentence. Yes, the sentence is passed onto the next blogger.

I want to see how long it takes to complete the task, so please don’t be reticent. Also, I am going to invite a guest judge (Surprise, surprise !!) – who is also a blogger – to critique our effort.

Ok now, first things first, as this Cuckoo always does … here are some rules of the game.

Rules of the game :

1. No one blogger can participate more than once in a single game.
2. The story has to finish in stipulated no. of sentences only (15 in this case). So make your sentence carefully as to go with the flow.
3. Sentences can be as long or short as you wish them to be, use lots of commas & semi colons. See one of the examples where I had participated.

So, here goes my first sentence. Let us see who the next one is.

There he was in a black leather jacket sitting in a pub with a large beer and a cigarette, staring inquisitively at a lady sitting next to him wearing a short slinky dress .. Ah, his eyes go blink blink..

Now folks, the stage is all yours. Loosen the reins of your imagination and create the magic with a touch of humour.

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Ahaa ! The story has started moving within no time.

Second sentence which gave me a scare in the beginning itself, is from Abhi of Mumbai, India. He gave a real humerous touch !! Here it goes ..
He took her home, and they lived hapilly ever after!!!

The third sentence is from Aditi.. again from Mumbai, India.
Or at least that is what he thought, that they would live happily ever after.

The fourth sentence came from Sam based in Pune, India.
Here it goes..
But then, fate has a weird way of playing with your fortunes and what you perceive to be reality never turns out to be so…. as it happened with him, when he found out the truth about her!!

Fifth sentence came from Iceman in Pune, India as…
“As this thought passed by his heart, she kept staring at the doorway in a somber mood.”

Sixth sentence is from Carol in Isle of Man
“The fair lady had a large husband, six children, and a penchant for taking things that did not belong to her; hence her attraction to him in the first place - but yet still, he loved her, she had ways to please him which no other woman had ever found (mostly involving rubber masks and soft fruits) what on earth was he to do?”

Rads in USA wrote the seventh sentence.
“Finishing off the husband seemed like a perfect plan except for one thing- he was half the size of that man’s biceps and a whole foot smaller in any way you measure!”

Ok, so eighth sentence comes from Dubai based Ansari.
“She finally decided to hire the underworld don Chemical Ali to kill her husband and to acquire all the assets but Ali had a condition, he was ready only on one condition that she has to marry him after he kills her husband, as he was secretly in love with her since his childhood days.”

The ninth sentence is from Ozlady in Singapore. Here it goes..
“Ah, those childhood days, when she used to throw soft fruit at him and make him scream with exquisite pain (or was that last night), perhaps he is daydreaming again!”

And here is the biggest challenge for the next blogger to bring back the story on track !! Beast from Sydney, Australia has put us back on Cuckoo’s blog with Paris Hilton replacing the main characters !!
“But god has his mysterious ways and Chemical Ali one day runs into Cuckoo’s blog while surfing the net; enlightened, then and there he decides that he will stop bloodshed and take up blogging and dedicate the blog to Paris Hilton as she cant sing, dance, act or do anything right, and miraculously remains in headlines!”

So, with 10 sentences gone, let us see who takes up this challenge.. Oh Oh ! Where this story is heading to ? The main characters.. That man, lady, leather jacket, beer, cigarette .. where are they ?

Eleventh sentence came from US based Praveen G K as..
“By a quirk of fate, her husband came across Chemical Ali’s blog and came to know of his reason for transformation leaving him dumbfounded; he filed for divorce!!!”.

Ha Ha… I am amazed at the twist the story has taken ! Thanks Praveen !

Sentence no. 12 comes from Peter in Paris.
“But the divorce was refused, as Ali claimed that what was written in his blog was only part of a game some crazy blogger had invented.”

Thirteenth sentence is from US based Maverick.
“And she thought the story ended, but never she knew it wasn’t meant to end in a courtroom with three powerful men and all loving her, she felt weak by herself and that’s when that college kid entered her life.”

Oh la la.. Where on earth that man from the first scene has gone ?? I guess he drank too much. Now, only two sentences left. Readers, be careful to bring it to an end.

The fourteenth sentence is from Expression! in USA. Here it goes..
“Before the college kid would express his burning desire for her, Chemical Ali and her husband came forward with a dagger look on their face, putting the girl into troublesome situation.. what to do, whom to pick!”

Here goes the last sentence by Black King from Bangalore, India..
“Finally, the gentlemen decided to settle it all in a game of poker: winner takes all!”

That is all. No more additions to the story. So, that’s how the gentleman thought of a win win situation !! Thank you all for participating and making it a story. Now, it goes directly to the reviewer’s desk. The review will get published here once it comes back to me.

Watch out for the next game. Till then… Tchao.

Ahaa ! I think my current song is very fitting for the opening scene.
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