Sunday 100: Surprise
Dil mein pal pal hai ek hulchul
Hoga kya kal whats gonna happen
Bechaniya betaabiya beqrari 24×7
Dundhenge one day one day
The missing Sunday,Sunday…
…So tic toc tic toc tic toc tic
Do the tango..
tic toc tic toc tic toc tic
Sunday 100 is back after a hiatus break – thanks to the film ‘Sunday’! Many people were traumatized after watching the film, so Sunday 100 is back to cure the people affected and make your Sunday Funday again.
I have not got a clue why we did not carry on with Sunday 100 last year – our historians are working on to find out the reasons – its not of importance – though, but this time Sunday 100 is here to play a long inning. We still have got 40 odds Sunday, this year. However, I cannot promise anything on that, cos anything could happen in the future. I might have to go underground for a bit – or it could disappear unexpectedly like it did before. But how hard can it be to find one hour during the week to write a Sunday 100 title in advance or an hour on Sunday? I do not know. I will let you know. ‘Sides, there are other logistics….
.. I am making Sunday 100 sound something big, which it is not. Many of you readers would have heard of Sunday 100 but need to refresh your memory about it and the new readers would not know what Sunday 100 is, as you would not have looked at the archive. But do not fear, I will explain you what Sunday 100 is; I shall began with telling you the history of Sunday 100.
The History:
It is to be believed that God created the world in six days and rested on the seventh day, which was apparently Sunday. Now like any living being God also likes to get entertained. God likes to read – a fussy reader and has a very limited of time, though. So God invites everyone around the universe to his mehkhana, then God gives them a title on which all of the people write a short story in exactly 100 words – no more or less than 100 words – it has to be in exactly 100 words – which we call it Sunday 100! If God reads a ‘Sunday 100′, which is either more or less than 100 words, then he lets Honhaar Goonda punish them. Honhaar Goonda would make sure the culprit ends up typing or writing constantly for six days, so he remembers on next Sunday to write in exactly 100 words. This is how God Honhaar Goonda gets entertained! (You can say, ‘Sunday 100′ is a bit like The Vedas of passionforcinema.com)
The timeline of Sunday 100, in chronological order:
June 10, 2007 at 6:49 am; Sunday 100: Show what you got!
June 17, 2007 at 6:01 pm; Sunday 100: Stranger next door
June 24, 2007 at 6:48 am; Sunday 100: Lost and found
July 1, 2007 at 10:43 pm; Sunday 100: The Girls want to sleep…
July 8, 2007 at 9:40 pm; Sunday 100: Stranger on the street
For a couple of weeks Sunday 100 was abandon, but it was resumed back to the normal service on July 23, 2007. The reasons of Sunday 100 missing for two weeks were engraved in…..
July 23, 2007 at 9:16 am; Sunday 100: A sound in the dark
July 29, 2007 at 4:43 pm; Sunday 100: Witness
August 5, 2007 at 11:26 am; Sunday 100: Crush
August 12, 2007 at 9:23 pm; Sunday 100: Happy Birthday Mom
So we had 9 great ‘Sunday 100′ titles, in the year of 2007. Now to the rules, which are modified. Because old rules are a bit ancient. And ‘Sunday 100′ is under the new emperor.
The Rules:
1. Your Sunday 100 (that is, a short story) should be in exactly 100 words. If you post a Sunday 100 which is more or less than 100 words, then your post will be strikethrough’d.
2. You do not need to give a title to the Sunday 100, because I will be providing the title each week. Everyone uses that title. Because, I want to keep a distinction between the emperor and its people. If you do submit a Sunday 100 with a title, then your Sunday 100 will be strikethrough’d.
3. You can submit as many Sunday 100 as you wish to. There is no limit on that.
Have I confused you to a degree that you are unable to comprehend what I have been blabbering about, then check out the original – a true cope of – first Sunday 100, which explains what Sunday 100 is in a simple concise language.
This is not a competition. There will be no gaaliyas (criticisms). There will be no taaliyas (applauds). There will be no winners. There will be no prizes – no free colgates. There will be no discrimination (apart from the emperor and its people) – any of you can take a part – be it authors – featured authors – readers – anybody. You just write - in exactly 100 words, creatively or share an anecdote – as long as it reflects the title given and is written in exactly 100 words.
Ideally, I would like to believe that you all would respect the rules, so I do not have to count the words or moderate anything, but can you guys be trusted? How hard can it be to count the words before posting it? You can online count words at here or you can use the Word, if you know how to use it. I will be using Word, so you better also use Word, if incase online counter do not match with Word.
There has been a lot of surprises on passionforcinema.com, this could have surprised you, and there will be lots of surprises in future.
So without further ado.. the title for this week is:
Surprise
Anurag Kashyap
Abhay Deol
Dibakar Banerjee
Hansal Mehta
Khalid Mohamed
Kundan Shah
Anish Kuruvilla
Jaideep Verma
Manish Gupta
Navdeep Singh
Bhavani Iyer
D. Santosh
Onir
Ashvin Kumar
Ramu Ramanathan
Sudhir Mishra
Pankaj Advani
Revathy
Saurabh Shukla
Shilpa Shukla
Sujoy Ghosh
Suparn Verma
Santosh Sivan
Shashank Ghosh
Shivajee
Pavan Kaul
Partho Sen-Gupta
Prroshant Naryannan
Sam Langoria
Satish Kasetty
Fade In…Flames…Fade Out…Fade In… I smile as a see the buses
Chammanlal, a rickshaw driver in Mumbai; he has seen everything in Mumbai and all kind of creatures seating in his colorful rickshaw. One fine morning, Chamanlal decides to start working from the wee hours in morning, as he had dreamed that he is going to break the record of money earned per day. He starts the day of with eating breakfast at PopatLal and ends up lending him some money. Then he bumps into his friend who needs money for petrol, so he gives him some money. All day he ended up giving money to people and had no customers.
He missed his bhayya..he always looked upon him as his friend ..guru…..he asked his papa..he asked his mummy…..no one had an answer ..but he still believed he will find his bhayya…one sunday afternoon his parents rushed to the hospital ,after receiving a call…he cried begged and cried but he was left alone in the house…..his parents completed the final formalities of the hospital..his bhayya was now gone for ever…only if his parents had allowed his bhayya to stay with them…they knew hiv virus doesn’t spread by staying together…but heck they wanted his bhayya far away from them..from society….and from humanity
“What the hell…Mallu Nurse….here in Heaven too”
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I am looking for peace. Nothing is satisfying me. I can
@H.G, Thanks for reviving it.
Though wish that you should have revived it as sequel to previous one ala 100 Dalmatians/101 Dalmatians.
and “Sunday 101″ looks auspicious also.:)
101 Rupiya! I will change it if I receive 101 shorts on this title before I post a new title next Sunday… hopefully, the titles i come up with will surprise everyone…
:-D
B.E first year.
She was in my class. As good as GOD makes them. smart, studious and beautiful.
Second year , I professed my love to her.
Third year I realized her family position.
Farewell day, with tears we separated hoping to meet again when career and finance allowed us to unite.
7 years later, I bumped into her in a mall in Sacramento – She was single and independent, to her surprise I had my family in tow. Was it surprise or shock I saw in her eyes?
A meeting arranged through the usual channels. They checked off their lists as each requirement was fulfilled.
She fidgeted with her elaborate Kanjeevaram, not wanting to reveal too much. She made her way to the auspicious fuck-room.
The groom carefully inserted the hooks into his skin, relishing the draw of blood by metal. A deft move, and he was suspended from the ceiling; naked , ready and dripping.
The room was empty, and his voice directed “Oopar.”
A squeal, yelp and a whip-crack. Swiftly, the sari unraveled. The bride demure no more, a Dominatrix wearing leather within that shone.
nice stuff, dabba, send me the longer version.
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