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Good morning, everyone.

My name is Chhavi Chauhan.

And I will be presenting my composition

in front of you all today.

The title of my composition is Run away with you.

"The quiet hum of your voice interlaces with the winds,

and comes to me.

The song that your heartbeat sings,

calls out to me.

The curls in your hair get entangled in the wind...

leaving the world drowned in the smell of you.

Soon, there's nothing much to do

than to run away with you...

Thank you!

Did I get my diary...

I think I forgot my diary in the auditorium...

I'll just go and get it, okay?

-You guys carry on! -Bye!

-Bye! -Miss you.

Excuse me.

Your eyes, like outstretched arms,

call out to me.

Your eyes silently

steal me from myself.

But perhaps they don't realize,

that my glance never left them.

A meteor in the sky,

rests in the corner of her eye.

My heart restless, ponders,

if she too feels the magic of this moment?

These words,

buried in love letters.

A shooting star brings them alive.

My words need to meet you tonight.

Can't wait for tomorrow to arrive.

Hello, I'm your host Alfaaz.

And this is 92.7 BIG FM.

Where we're back

with some forgotten tales,

on your favourite show Rain-soaked words.

It's time to meet the persons that have been writing

to each other for the last year.

She was the one who asked to meet.

Yet she didn't come.

A question begins to trouble the heart...

What if she has changed her mind?

Then the same heart comes up with the reply...

HAVE YOU CHANGED YOUR MIND?

Intentions can change,

but not promises.

The next part of the story,

after a short break.

INTENTION OF THE INTENTION IS BAD

Till then, enjoy the first tune of the evening...

Where and what are we headed to...

Unaware and oblivious...

we shall meet

where the beginning...

meets its very end.

You are here

The light is here...

You are here

The light is here...

Hi!

The flame was losing

It's splendour

You have given me

A reason for me to live...

What happened? Did I turn out too pretty?

...life seemed meaningless...

Friends,

does this story remind you of a forgotten lover?

In the hustle-bustle of life,

as we try hard to leave those painful yesterdays behind...

but in one form or another

they find a way into...

into our lives.

On that note, let me add...

Strange are the ways of a broken relationship.

It leaves the heart heavier

even when it has left you empty.

Yeah?

I am coming.

Yeah, yeah.

Drive on...

There is a lot of pressure from the Bombay office.

I am going crazy.

He is your favorite after all...

You're the only person he'll listen to.

Here he comes...

Jelly beans.

Thank you.

See you tomorrow...

Goodnight.

-See you. -Good luck.

How come you're working so late?

Ya, sponsors have come up with something and I need your help.

Tell me.

Sit.

What's the point,

when the answer's going to be "No"?

At least tell me.

The sponsors just want to run a simple contest...

The winner gets to have dinner with you.

Please, sweetheart, don't refuse to do it again.

Come on, Alfaaz,

no Facebook page, you don't want to meet and greet.

Don't you think your fans deserve to know whose voice is this?

Goodnight.

Strange are the ways of a broken relationship...

It leaves the heart heavier

even when it has left you empty.

Tonight,

I take your leave...

Do not forget to tune in every night Monday to Friday to your favourite show.

Rain-soaked words

with your very own RJ Alfaaz.

Till then, anchor your dreams with the promise of love...

drench yourself with rain-soaked words...

Orgasmic!

-Thanks for recording, Apu. -Should we get to work now.

What kind of pictures are these?

I don't strategize like you do...

If you're destined to find something, a coincidence will occur!

Apu? The food's getting cold.

-Hurry up. -Ma, I'm coming!

Look.

Hey!

This one!

And a cherry on the cake!

Killer!

Why is the door locked?

Are you taking drugs?

Ma, I'm changing!

Is there someone inside?

Apu?

Bye. Bye.

Good boy.

Babu, just because you don't have anyone else,

you're talking to Casper?

We can chat in Bangla.

Oh, my God.

You ask everyone their stories.

Tell me your story.

What's there to say?

It’s been a while since I left home.

Now, I just try to find myself in the stories of others.

Didn't understand a word. But liked the sound of it.

-Tea? -Yes, please.

What? Naughty!

When he was brought to the police station

his face looked familiar.

We read out all the charges against him

and without a blink

he replied, "I accept".

And then I asked him

if he remembered

having said the same thing to me 25 years ago...

Did this story remind you

of a forgotten lover?

Your own stories.

Your own songs.

On your very own show

Rain-soaked words.

And, yes,

like quiet words falling with the rain...

And this is me, your host,

RJ Alfaaz.

ON THAT NOTE, LET ME ADD...

Now, slide.

Okay, so, Not so punny had 10,000 new downloads

in June 2017.

Right? Any guesses? How many did we have?

Anyone? You?

Eleven thousand!

Happy?

Eleven thousand in the whole quarter!

What do you think?

What magic wand would they be using!

Next slide.

Every object continues in it's state of rest or uniform motion,

unless suffering from loose motion!

See...

it's witty, it's original, it's simple!

These are the three things which make anything on the internet viral.

But...

these are the three things which are always missing in our creations!

Congrats!

And I am not done yet!

Before we go back and make those mundane creations again...

one last point.

Keep Digging. 'Till You Find The Joke.

You have all seen this meme, right?

It has more than 1,000 downloads on our website.

But there is something missing on this meme.

Has anyone noticed?

Anyone?

The company watermark is not there.

Very good!

Guys... interns are answering questions these days.

Okay, so will people own up or do I go and directly talk to them?

It was me.

I know it's you.

Param,

I felt the watermark takes away the innocence from the photograph.

Really?

And who's giving you the freedom to feel?

So many painters, poets,

Radio Jockeys...

keep working incognito.

You think we get our revenue for your abstract creativity?

We get our revenue from our footprints in the online world, Archana.

I can't believe this.

If we don't put your watermark in the creation, how will the brands know?

Khandelwal!

Yes?

I need five new ideas on my table today evening.

All right? Six o'clock.

And let's put our watermark back on our creations, please.

Do you remember...

when we joined all we ever wanted to do

was to create something beautiful!

-Yeah, but in an organization-- -Apu, please!

I'll mail you the five new ideas.

Please don't waste your time on that.

The partition had torn both the countries apart.

Old and young.

Had all picked up the guns.

But amidst this insanity, the soldier stayed calm and...

took aim

and waited for the enemy to make one mistake.

The enemy was a stranger.

Yet he felt that stranger's death would somehow

help him avenge the loss of Henna!

There was barely a month left

for their marriage...

when political forces drew a line, dividing their two states!

Months later, he found out...

that his Henna had hung herself using the same robe

with her bridal attire.

The newly formed State was reminding him of her.

The people there were reminding him of her.

He had to erase those memories...

He had to erase that enemy.

One small error of judgement on the enemy's part,

the soldier pulled the trigger...

However, there was something about him...

that was reminding him of a loved one.

He wanted to look at his

face just once...

He turned over the dead body lying at his feet

and found himself staring into the face of his Henna...

One that note, I just add...

Everyone warned me that you would leave me someday...

I told them

I will call you life...

Then only death can separate us.

-Hey! -Hey...

These rains, ya!

I love it.

You're stalking this guy?

Sir, the silken hairs from your ears

remind me of the Amazonian forest...

And yet, I'm crazy about them!

Why's Marie saying this?

Holy shit! You made a fake Facebook page!

-What do you think? -Killer!

Sir, the necklace I forgot in that shady hotel room,

did you give it to your wife?

Robbie! Let's not discuss this in public.

Sir, I can satisfy you better than Robbie.

But please don't forget my salary increase!

What are you going to do with this?

Forward it to the office from a fake account!

Have you lost your mind, lady? Give it to me.

I'll keep it safe in my account.

I don't trust you with it...

Tony Baby has asked me out.

Can I ask you something?

Say no!

How do you choose your dates?

Simple.

Anyone who doesn't have a profile picture,

like me,

I accept them with closed eyes.

It's a blind date after all!

Hello?

Why did you swipe right if you weren't going to show up?

-Sorry? -Yeah, you should be.

Who's speaking?

So, now you've forgotten your date?

Now going mad looking here and there.

Is it through some contest?

Tinder. Archie. Remember?

Who do you want to speak to?

Isn't this 9167420083?

No. It ends with 93.

I am so sorry.

It's all right.

Coincidences do happen...

You believe in coincidences?

It's not easy to believe in coincidences...

but...

I've learnt to trust them more than many things in life.

Anyway. I have to go!

Yeah, sure.

-It was nice talking to you. -Same.

-Bye. -Bye.

Archie?

-Tony? -Yeah.

So have you been waiting for long?

No, it's okay.

Yeah, Archie? Listen to me,

don't call me again.

Bye...

My ex.

Listen,

if I swear at you as if you are my ex...

you won't mind, right?

Sure.

-Sure? -Yes.

Archana... you're such a bitch!

Your face looks like you had menopause at childhood!

And your scraggly hair--

Archie...

what's wrong with you?

You know that Mom--

How was it?

It would have been better if you had gone out with me instead.

But I hardly have that value in your life.

Have you ever asked me?

Archie...

I like you.

I mean...

you might fool around with anyone...

but you end up coming to me to share all your problems.

I know you like me, too.

But maybe you aren't able to feel it right now.

So, can you stop being blind and...

take me out on a date instead?

Disgusting, Apu...

You are so disgusting!

Apu! You are unwell today!

Turn off the radio and go to sleep.

...smoke rising from the lamp?

Why's there smoke

Rising from the lamp?

I keep seeing this dream

That I am awakened from my dreams

Here is a strange story

Where does it end And where does it begin?

You won't come home?

I will go.

It's not safe for a young boy to roam around alone so late at night.

Please come.

Apu...

So what if we can't sleep together?

We can definitely lie down together!

Please...

Cheers!

Good morning.

Good morning.

What mom... You're obsessed with WhatsApp!

Why don't you ever give it a shot?

I should at the least have one foot outside the virtual world!

Try stepping into it once at least. You'll forget about FB...

Good morning.

-Good morning. -Good morning.

Have some curry.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I hope your Mom is not going to freak out.

No, I had texted her this morning that I am at the photoshoot.

Bad boy...

What should I be doing now?

Tell me!

Show me.

Read.

"Ever wondered...

Why is it that people with seats farthest from the aisle, arrive last?

The nose always itches the most...

when both the hands are filthy!

The queue you choose to be in always moves slower

than the one you decided to leave!"

That's true.

Yeah.

"And when you are taking the pleasure of something--"

Not luft. Lutf.

Ma, its l-u-f-t.

I know, but it’s in Hindi in English...

It's wrong in the first place. Lutf.

"And when you are taking the pleasure of something...

Why is it only then that someone calls you for work?

Don't laugh alone.

Spread the smile. Forward now!"

ON THAT NOTE, LET ME ADD...

NOT THAT WE WERE WRONG...

OR THE TIMES WERE BAD.

IT WAS JUST OUR DESTINY...

OUR STORY WAS MEANT TO END LIKE THAT.

But you probably know what you do not want.

Yeah... and maybe...

I can say that at this point of time, I want this...

I mean, you know?

-I don't know what else... -Sorry.

Future.

Would you mind if I make a call?

Hello?

Hello? Just wait a second, I can't hear you.

Hey! Hey! How are you?

Who's speaking?

Are you always going to ask me that?

Do we know each other?

No... but I want to.

Uh, actually,

someone sent me a forward from this number.

-Did you like it? -No.

I mean... yes.

But where did you find this?

-Hello? -Hello...

I can't hear you.

-Hello? -Hello?

-Archie, I don't get it why people-- -Stop it, Apu!

I'm no damsel in distress. I can deal with it.

Don't get mad.

-I was just trying to-- -I don't-- Just don't, please!

Archie...

So uncle,

how was the day?

Not good.

Feeling feverish.

You didn't take any medicine?

Medicine...

With medication, it takes seven days to recover.

And if I don't, it takes a week!

Come on...

you don't have to submit it today.

We can go to Hotel Tarun two days later as well...

Won't make a difference.

But this Anticlock assignment is important.

If we crack this,

it's a once in a lifetime thing.

Our pay-rise and promotion are both guaranteed.

At least one of us has to be responsible.

Come...

Hey, guys!

This is Tony Baby and he is joining us today.

-Hey guys! Hi. -Hey, Tony.

-Hi. Welcome to... -Hey, Tony.

-Hi. -Hi.

I'm... I'm sorry.

Throwing water on you was a bit too much.

No, no, no, no. I went a bit too far. So, I am sorry.

I am still recovering from the break-up. Hence...

sorry...

Listen...

can I take you out for lunch tomorrow?

It's tasty, no?

Yeah. Thanks for the lunch.

My Pleasure.

-You aren't a Bengali, are you? -My mom is a Bengali.

And I take after her. She is beautiful.

You are so full of yourself!

I have an idea.

And I have a caption.

When you realize the deadline has been extended.

It's on everybody's wishlist over here, right?

You really expect me to show this to Anticlock?

-Do you have any ideas? -Come on, guys,

we work at SirKasm.

Didn't get the time.

You know what we stand for.

Witty, original, simple... you know that these things matter.

You barely get any time these days, no?

What do you think, Kushal?

One hundred and one percent, sir.

What's so wrong in having a social life beyond you?

I just don't know what to do with you guys. Next slide.

Summer is coming.

Game of Thrones, huh?

Good.

Tony...

and Archana.

Nice!

Very Nice.

Next one, Kushal.

Apu?

Apu! Apu, listen...

Apu, it's not what you think. Apu!

Archie! We did great, yeah?

Did I ask you for a credit in that creative?

Archie?

Hey.

Hi.

We didn't finish our conversation that day.

You were asking about that forward?

It's okay.

Should I just call you Mr. Coincidence all my life?

Why?

It's not easy to believe in coincidences.

But, if you come to think about it

it makes a lot of sense to a lot of things happening in the world.

So this is you?

How was your date?

That date landed me in more trouble than I can handle!

Broke someone's heart?

A friend.

Soulmate.

Someone I'm so used to

that without him my whole life feels empty.

Maybe, he doesn't want to be just friends?

So now, how do I make things normal again?

By first being normal yourself...

No one can hurt us...

unless we allow them to.

I always lose myself in trying to make others happy.

I keep laughing at their stupid jokes.

Don't even correct them when they are wrong.

Just so that I don't hurt anyone...

People like you are rare to find.

You must have a long list of admirers.

But...

sometimes I just want to be myself.

Then don't think so much.

Unclench your fist and just let go...

Only then, can you really live life.

Unaffected...

and carefree.

Okay people, so I had almost given up seeing your quality of submissions.

But...

Last night at 12 o'clock I got the final creative,

which I think is going to win over

Anticlock Times account.

And that's the man... Apu.

It’s very nice.

Let's have a look at the creative.

Deputy C.M. of West Bengal.

"Sir, the silken hairs from your ears remind me of the Amazonian forest...

But still I'm crazy about them!"

Nitya Chatterjee.

"Sir, the necklace I forgot in that shady hotel room,

did you give it to your wife?"

C.M. replies, "Shhh... Nitya!

Let's not discuss this in public."

Abhishek Kumar.

"Sir,

I can satisfy you better than Nitya.

But please don't forget my ministerial birth this time!"

Brilliant! Brilliant, Apu!

Come here. Come here. Brilliant! Brilliant!

Isn't it good, Archie?

Just shove it up your ass!

Partho da...

I'll be at your building in five minutes.

Coming, coming!

He is coming, don't worry.

Casper!

He'll be fine, okay?

Does he have a name?

Casper.

Cute name.

My friend Chhavi...

Her grandpa also had a pet called Casper.

You have never mentioned Chhavi before.

I finally get to know a name of your friend.

Must be special.

I had my first sip of wine with her...

We were 16.

So, all these excuses about not drinking

are only for me, isn’t it?

Such a fraud you are.

Okay, tell me,

how's Shutu?

He's getting used to his hostel life.

Why don't you call him back?

It'll be good for you, too.

I used to get bored in boarding school.

I can't.

Manav is too busy with his new girlfriend,

and I don't want to ask him for anything.

Tell me something...

Doesn't it get lonely sometimes?

It's okay.

Oh, my God! Inder?

Who's that?

We were in college together, same class.

You know, he proposed to me.

-Go talk to him. -No. No.

It's okay. Go.

I also need some alone time.

Go.

Listen,

that gentleman sitting over there, take good care of him.

I unclenched my fist.

What came out?

The job and the guy, both!

Congratulations.

I'm drinking alone.

So am I.

Listen...

Sir, you want a drink?

-No. -Thank you.

I'm getting awesome service!

There's one waiter just serving this one loser,

who isn't able to finish his first drink yet!

You should've been at my pub.

The waiter is more in my face than my glass!

So, what's your story?

I can't unclench my fist.

Reason being?

I think... I've fallen in love with my sadness.

Just drown the sadness with that drink.

I can't savour this taste.

People don't drink to savour taste, my love.

They drink to get high.

You sound like a pro.

When did you start?

On my first date.

Was drinking alone there too.

I was in the 12th grade

when one day my friends fixed me on a date.

Varun.

The hottest guy in school.

Dressed in my best top,

I sat in the restaurant waiting for him.

I was so excited that day... So excited.

But,

when Varun saw me,

he ran away without saying a word.

First I didn't get it.

But...

eventually I came to know...

My friends had set me up to pull a prank on him.

He was told he was on a date

with a beautiful girl...

Not a leucodermic!

I felt so naked... for the first time in my life.

My... My patches were screaming out.

I could feel them burning against my skin.

I couldn't make them invisible anymore.

The joke was on him,

but I felt ridiculed.

When my friends came,

I started to laugh along with them as though it was a fun idea.

They did not see my tears.

They didn't see how broken I was.

My friends...

my own friends.

I sat in that restaurant, drinking all night...

And I decided

that it is me who will always have the first laugh.

And that's how

this blind date business started.

Some get shocked.

Some show chivalry.

But watching everyone's face lose color...

Priceless!

And after all these years,

life's come back to this starting point.

Where I have opened my heart,

so people can hurt me again.

Tell you the truth?

I think you’ve always been at this starting point.

No matter how much we try,

we can never change the way we are created.

So there's no solution?

That time when the ghosts from stories haunted your sleep...

when Grandma’s lullabies lulled your eyelids to sleep...

Reach into that childhood.

And it will reach back to you... with a story.

You have such a story?

Jelly Beans.

When life’s sadness gets unbearable,

I quickly pop a jelly beans into my mouth.

And then life just starts to seem beautiful again.

-Ma! -What's the score today?

Two pitchers.

Ma?

Was I always like this?

Yes.

Stubborn... but sweetly stubborn.

We could never get you to wear shoes, even if we bribed you.

Once a thorn pricked your foot.

We hoped

you'd learn your lesson.

But you were barefoot the very next day!

Then?

Then, what?

Then you grew up...

And your childishness was left behind with your childhood.

C'mon. Story time's over.

Sleep time starts. Go to sleep. Goodnight.

Let's go?

Bare feet from today?

At least you did something wild today!

Really, Ma?

Okay, tell me. What's the wildest thing you have ever done?

I walked out of a marriage!

Yeah, I know that,

so?

No...

I ran away from home when I was in college.

To be with Dad, what's the big deal?

No, no, no, no...

Your Dad was my second marriage.

What?

What do you mean?

My first husband,

Jayanto.

We studied In JNU together.

He was so in love.

We eloped and got married.

Then...

two years later,

on a trek in Darjeeling...

I met Ashish.

He was just there.

And I couldn't help it...

Once again... I ran away!

Wow!

Wow, Mom!

You have Jayanto's photo?

-Dad was really handsome. -Oh, yes, yes, yes!

He was...

handsome and...

chivalrous and so caring and...

It was because of me, right?

So...

What's the plan now?

WhatsApp!

Quit Smoking!

Bananas have Vitamin D,

which lessens the effects of nicotine.

Why're you shamelessly plagiarizing!

Not plagiarizing. Serving society.

Serving society by sharing life advice on forwards!

-Just a minute... -Ma!

One sec.

Enjoy.

Ma...

Listen.

Definition of Confidence:

When buying a pack of 20 condoms,

two girls burst out laughing in your face...

But you stare at them while telling the

shopkeeper "Make that 22."

Add a line at the top.

"Fresh in the market", it'll attract more viewers!

IT’S NEW IN THE MARKET

How do you know... if a forward has gone viral?

I always send a forward to half my contact list.

If the 'other half' of my contacts start sending me the same forward,

then I know it's flying!

So... today's forward has crashed and burned?

I'm listening...

I just couldn't see you with anyone else.

Hey.

Okay,

let's press Shift and Delete and start afresh?

-At Broadway-- -You think this is funny?

Just because your male ego was hurt, you can do anything?

But you've also used my designs, no?

You think I'm bothered about that? Some effing creative?

Some fleeting moment of fame?

It's because you assumed things...

You thought I could betray you!

After all these years!

Nice one.

I'm sorry.

I think... we shouldn't have kissed.

I haven't been...

thinking straight since then!

Apu...

You're special.

You're really special.

I can share any damn thing, any secret with you...

But not my silences...

Please. Let it remain so.

Hey, Apu... making out in the middle of the street!

Your friend, I guess?

Yeah.

Come.

What have you thought?

WhatsApp!

WhatsApp?

WhatsApp.

Archie, no one cares who writes a WhatsApp forward.

Even if it goes viral,

it won't benefit you.

Who wants to benefit?

You watch a clown for his antics.

Who cares about his identity?

You, me, all the people working in SirKasm and NotSoPunny...

we're just like that clown.

In this race for downloads and revenue,

I don't know... somewhere down the line...

We have lost our original goal.

To create something beautiful!

And to touch hearts with that creation.

Do it! I'm with you.

Killer!

Everybody warned me... that you would leave me some day...

I told them I will call you life...

Then only death can take you away.

Ma! It worked.

Thank you so much.

Nice.

On that note, let me add...

Oblivious of the destination..

Unaware of the road.

Yet I keep going...

That's what your love does to me.

Saying on the thing...

No clue of the destination... No clue of the way...

But still I am walking... It’s your love only...

BUDDY, YOUR POEMS ARE VIRAL ON WHATSAPP!

DO YOU COPY THEM FROM WHATSAPP?

The response to Alfaaz's show's has been good.

You can tell Neel about the retro.

Hey!

-I got a forward this morning-- -I know that.

Will you go to Shutu over the weekend?

Wow! He'll be very happy.

Listen, I shall call you back in a bit.

Yes, I will.

I need help.

Happy to help!

These look familiar, no?

I need to find out where they are coming from.

You see, that's the thing about Social Media,

you can never really find out.

Because see, whoever is receiving it and then forwarding it is the source.

Yeah, but there must be some starting point, no?

They must be coming from somewhere... from someone?

Look, we can do one thing.

We can check on meme aggregator sites.

We can figure out the IP of the first uploader.

What's the point here?

He must've also taken it from somewhere.

I don't why you're so upset.

All through your life,

you've never claimed ownership of these poems.

And now someone else is sharing them,

and it's driving you crazy.

Don't you think it's a little hypocritical?

Hello?

Yes?

I wanted to ask you something.

Okay.

But before that I wanted to say thank you.

What for?

For enlightening me.

Happy to help!

Anyway...

What do you do?

I'm an investigator.

-`What's that? Investigate what? -I mean...

I investigate into people's lives.

Sounds like a detective.

And what do you do?

I'm unemployed currently.

But not jobless.

And what's your job?

Blow job.

As in... my job is to blow people out of their minds.

This way?

Somewhat like this...

Have you never read those forwards on social media?

Like...

"Last night, I saw your wife take her clothes off".

Then a long blank space...

And in the end, one line, "From the hanger".

Some of those jokes are mine...

Wait!

But why this couplet?

Because they deserve it.

RJ Alfaaz's couplets!

No one listens to radio unless they're in a taxi.

And even then, they never really understand it.

But a meme has the power

to stop you for a moment and make you feel it.

Oh, wait!

You don't even know about this radio show!

What show?

Rain-soaked words

You have no idea what you are missing out of!

What's so special about this show?

Alfaaz's words smell

of wrinkled pages of lost, old books,

that captivate you... hypnotize you.

All that's fine, but why this tortoise?

Turtle - not tortoise! Come on.

Ya, same thing. Your turtle,

What's the story behind this?

That's my interpretation of Alfaaz.

And what's that supposed to be?

He walks in this world,

but his mind belongs in the wild.

Like a monk.

His eyes closed...

as if hiding a world of pain behind them.

His heart can barely hold all the secrets

that want to explode...

But...

the smile on his lips holds them back.

That's my Alfaaz.

Broken...

Scattered...

And beautiful.

She's never met me.

But she speaks like...

she's known me for ages.

And yet, you didn't tell her your real identity?

Now?

Hello?

Hello?

How long am I going to call you Mr. Coincidence?

Abhi...

Abhimanyu.

Mr. Coincidence was better.

I'm Archie.

Morning Archie. Is it a good time to talk?

Do you talk to everyone so formally?

Anyhow, it's always a good time to talk.

My lips are way more efficient than my fingers anyway.

I mean, at talking on phone... rather than typing on WhatsApp.

That's what I understood.

Oh, so my little line was wasted?

Do you talk to everyone this way?

Absolutely. You're no exception.

You'll know if you spend some more time with me.

By the way,

I heard Alfaaz's show yesterday.

Did no one teach you?

What?

When a girl is interested in you,

one shouldn't mention other men and screw one's own chances.

So tell me...

what do you want to know?

Forget it. I'm not in the mood.

Listen, something's come up.

I have to go, okay? Bye.

"On that note, let me add...

Your breath makes my head spin...

'Cause I can tell what you've had for breakfast this morning!"

Here is another one.

On that note, let me add...

Your love has brought me a world of pain.

First, your boyfriend punched me

and now your husband whacks me with a cane!

This one is for you.

-Hello? -Hey!

Hey, just a second.

-Yes? -Did you see?

Man...

no one treats poetry, or the emotion behind it,

with any respect here...

That's the beauty of this medium.

Emotions and ideas are not restricted.

At any point they can take a new form and become something new!

Right.

And what you do you think Alfaaz will say

when he reads his words in this form?

To be honest, I thought about it, too.

But then Alfaaz gave me the courage to ignore it.

What do you mean? How?

Just, just think about it, okay?

Why will a guy, who doesn't care about his fame,

someone who touches people's hearts everyday with words,

worry about such trivial things?

Right?

Okay!

I guess... Goodnight, then!

Lights off? So soon?

No. I keep them on.

-Meaning? -I sleep with the lights on.

What? Why?

I feel suffocated...

in the darkness.

Are you mad?

Your eyes are supposed to be at complete rest while you're sleeping.

C'mon, switch your lights off right now!

-Do it... -I'm at the office still.

Okay, I won't disturb you then.

-No! It's okay. -Bye.

Yours was black.

You were right.

Emotions and ideas...

can't be restricted.

Archie, can you focus?

Hello little girl. What's your name?

My name is Jayashree Sarkar.

They have it.

Yeah, one minute. Come here, let me see.

Dada, how much for the prawns?

-This is for 400 rupees. -And this?

One hundred.

Give me half a kilo, please.

Entire...

-This half. -Yeah.

Ma?

Try it.

Put one or two more.

Thank you.

Even you don't have a DP! How do I check you out?

I am going, Ma.

-Bye, my child. -Bye.

Ma.

It had only been a year since their wedding,

but the little squabbles of life...

were driving them apart.

That evening, she wanted to see if her husband

would remember their first anniversary.

Then someone rang the bell...

a bouquet in hand,

and love in his eyes,

and a smile on his lips.

He stood there at the door.

The two danced, sang and laughed.

The bitterness of so many months vanished,

like it had never existed.

Exhausted... from their celebration,

she shut her eyes.

When the phone rang, that's when she realized...

he wasn't around.

A voice on the phone asked,

"Madam, is this...

is this Mr. Siddique's house?"

She said, "Yes".

"Ma'am, we've just found a dead body.

The wallet had an ID of Mr. Siddique.

Can you come... to the hospital to identify the body?"

Her heart lost its beat.

Who had she been with...

for the past hour?

She searched the house.

Looked everywhere,

but he wasn't there.

She'd heard that souls came to meet their loved ones...

after death.

If she had just met her husband one last time, she could've told him

how much she loved him.

She would've conveyed...

months of unsaid words in just a moment.

Just then, she heard a voice,

"Huma,

I forgot to tell you

someone stole my wallet in the market today."

She ran and wrapped her arms around her husband.

She'd probably never loved him more than at that moment.

Dear listeners,

life...

Life doesn't always gives us a second opportunity.

If you want someone...

if you love someone...

then let them know...

today!

How did this happen?

And with that...

presenting...

a beautiful song,

the first elation,

the first hangover.

He spoke to me

In such a way

That he gave me dreams

In a thousand colours

He spoke to me

In such a way

That he gave me dreams

in a thousand colours

I will remain surrendered like this

And he will kiss me with love

The first elation, first hangover

New love, new wait

Hello?

Hi.

Just woke up.

Did you hear last night's show?

Alfaaz?

Yes.

I heard the end of the story was a little happier...

You think he would've seen those WhatsApp forwards?

I don't think such an unhappy person will even have WhatsApp on his phone.

Mean.

That day you saw my photo and were about to ask something.

Yeah.

But...

I was a little scared

that I might offend you.

You know,

everything was okay till I was eight.

I was like any other girl.

Then one day a small spot appeared on my chest.

Then one more... two more...

and it just spread all over my body.

We tried homeopathy, allopathy... everything.

My mom told me Granny used to have one on her leg,

but that one never spread.

None of her children, or grandchildren got it.

Apparently I was the chosen one.

Thank you.

What for?

Just for listening.

I have never discussed this with anyone outside the doctor's office.

Now can I say something?

Look,

I know the little prank your friends pulled really

broke your heart and hurt you.

But whoever really loves you,

will find you beautiful any which way!

I'll remember that.

Can we meet today?

Where?

Tram number 32 A.

11:00 a.m.

Shyambazar to Esplanade.

Find me!

-Hey, Archie? -Tony?

-Hi! -Hi!

-How're you? -I'm good... How're you?

Yeah, I'm fine.

So, Archie, uh...

Going to dates bare footed the new in thing?

Whatever.

Still looking for a girl with the same name?

No, no. She's the original.

She's back. You know, she's back.

Hello?

I'm sorry for today.

Why?

Well, I didn't turn up.

It's okay.

I... I met someone today,

and it made me ponder

if I was repeating his mistake.

I don't know who Alfaaz is,

or what he's like in real life.

But...

whenever I speak to you,

you feel like him.

Like how I thought Alfaaz would be.

I'm sorry, I just need...

I need a little break.

To know whether I'm falling for you

or my ideas of Alfaaz.

I understand.

You okay?

Yes.

Even you didn't turn up, no? Be honest!

You know nothing about me, Archie.

You never tell me anything.

Please don't hold back Mr. Coincidence.

Just...

Just let it go. Please! Say it. Just say it...

We were 16.

We used to study in Shimla.

She was so beautiful.

That day when...

she came to me at the basketball court,

for the first time...

I saw her... scared.

The... The pregnancy report had come out positive.

She came to talk to me,

and I said,

"You will manage it with your friends, right?"

And I just went back to playing.

I know she kept looking at me as she walked away,

but I never locked eyes with her.

The next day...

I woke up with a sense of foreboding...

When I went to school,

I felt like...

everyone was looking at me,

and I was being pulled...

towards something.

There was...

a large crowd inside...

and an ambulance.

I ran

and saw them

put Chhavi's body

into the ambulance.

She was wearing the same ribbon that her mom gave her.

She'd said she'd wear it till her last day.

Everything after that...

was like a bad dream.

The next day,

I sat in the principal's office.

Dad came...

then her grandpa.

The shame...

the shame, the silence in his eyes,

just like in Chhavi's eyes.

The Principal told my dad

that a laborer had taken responsibility.

I didn't say a word.

I...

just kept listening to them...

Grandpa's...

shoulders were hunched.

I couldn't even meet his eyes.

Then he left.

Soon there was...

nothing left to do but to run away...

Her grandpa, he must be still in Shimla, right?

How're you?

Good.

He just told me, you know, that the Facebook page idea was yours.

I screamed at him!

Archana,

I always knew there was something special about you!

He told me about that turtle as well.

If you had made it while you were here,

you would've been a millionaire by now.

If I was still here, then I probably wouldn’t have made it at all.

Anyway,

I see there's this apparel brand that wants to tie up with us.

And guess what they told me!

"Give us something like the Turtle poet."

And I was like, "Dude, I know the person who made it.

She's my girl, man!

She'll make something even better."

And here's the best part.

For every meme,

we get 30 percent of the revenue generated.

You take home ten percent.

What say?

Okay... 15 percent?

Archie...

I'm coming with you.

-Hi. -Hi.

Is there anything specific you're looking for, ma'am?

No, not really I'm just browsing.

-I'll let you know if I need anything. -Please go ahead.

Apu?

Do you have a smaller size?

Nice.

I need to do this alone.

Sure.

Bye.

Excuse me? Hi.

-Hi! -Can I meet Mr. Alfaaz?

You are?

Tell him it's the person who created that meme.

Let me check when he will be back. He is out of town.

Yup!

Grandpa...

"The quiet hum of your voice

interlaces with the winds and comes to me.

The song that your heartbeat sings,

calls to me.

The curls in your hair

get entangled in the winds.

Leaving the world drowned in the smell of you...

Soon...

there's nothing much to do...

than to run away with you..."

You're listening to 92.7 Big FM.

Listen and get it listened.

After a short break,

your favourite RJ Alfaaz

is back once again on BIG FM...

Hello friends.

Today,

I am not going to tell you a story.

I want to share a tiny thought.

The jokes on WhatsApp...

that tickle your bones

between long meetings in the office,

and those long lectures in college...

Have you ever wondered who writes them?

Maybe...

the writer...

is someone sitting next to you on the bus.

Or...

Or just a wrong number that you dialled.

These anonymous artistes compel us...

to laugh a little.

And to think a little even in our hectic lives.

So, today...

I want to thank these artistes on behalf of all of us.

Thank you for being a part of our lives.

Thank for you introducing us...

to the little things in life through your forwards.

We should meet.

No!

Why not?

You've been lying all this time.

When did I say I'm not Alfaaz?

But you didn't tell me the truth either.

The words you never said

I heard them...

That I was your chosen one

From the start

I heard those words...

The first elation, first hangover...

What's going on in your head?

Are we going to fall in love?

Did no one teach you?

What?

...the first elation, first hangover...

You can't propose on your first date!

When was the first time you thought I was Alfaaz?

I knew.

I always knew.

"On that note, let me add...

My heart, an empty page, is blessed with words today...

But I fear...

What if this is a dream?"

I'm not going anywhere.