Tuesday, April 26, 2011
A scrap from the past
Saturday, April 23, 2011
My Name is Zaam
A story I wrote for NJF ( A facebook group )
Picture crtsy - Geena Sharaf
Movie - My Name is Zaam
Director - Binan
AD 2035
An oldman logs into his facebook profile
ID : kattakoothara@gmail.com
Password : ***********
He is unable to do anything in facebook cuz he is getting notifications
frequently from a facebook group. The group was NJF .
he decided to visit that group.
" Hooi hooi =) " he saw a post like this in there .
The old : " Are u Aneesha "
The commenter : " No i am her daughter :-o"
" I quit " another post .
The old : " U have to be the relative of Rajeesh "
The poster :" Rajeesh is my Uncle :-o "
suddenly the oldman found that group became silent ... no one is posting
After a while he found a guy posting
The old : " why no one is posting "
The guy : " My favorite directors movie Muslim brothers part 97 is gonna be released in
a short while thats why every one left this place "
the old man : " So you must be George fabian's son is the director from Vilamattam family "
the guy : "How do you know that "
The old : " I know everything your dad George was the only fan of Wilson in this group.
so u have to be his son ( Vithu gunam pathu Gunam )."
" I am new here " a wall post appears
George son : " Hi fake "
The fake : " I am not a fake x-( "
the old man : " Fake ..Is your mums name gauri . she used to do this in NJF "
The fake : " hey oldman how do you know our parents "
The old : " Your parents and I were used to be active in this group. everything is the same.
expect the peoples hsve been replaced by thier children "
George son : " So who are you "
The OLD MAN : " MY NAME IS ZAAM AND I AM THE NJF CREATOR B-)"
a girl : " FUCK you Zaam "
Zaam : " what is your problem child "
the girl ; "My mum met my dad in FB . They fall in love . He used her and left .I was born .
all i know abt my dad is his name .... ie . Zaam "
Zaam : " whats your mums name "
the girl : " her name is Neethu TK "
Zaam : " so you are my child . :O sivane escape :P"
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THE END