Humorus Story making

I rushed towards the sound. I found that sound was from a movie which was running in neighbor's house on LCD plasma TV. :woohoo: :woohoo:

What happen Devyani!! Not able to digest my story lines!!! So story is dying like an orphan. Please don't let it happen!!!

:laugh: :dry: :laugh:

Yes Kumaresh I am back. You were watching TV that's too good. Actually boy was dancing in rain. What do you say?
"I pipped from the varanda. He had a nice scoulding.He was totally wet and he started snizzining on his Mom." :laugh: :laugh: :ohmy:

But if you have invited others to write story, let them allow to write their lines according to their own creativity.

This has been already started by Sajeetharan once.. It turned into great success, enjoyed by us all.... :)

This is a good idea to make a good story by utilizing the idea of the others too this is called the group story.

The boy's mom was rushing to take a towel to dry him up,but the towel was already wet.

She was about to start...suddenly, they heard a knock at the door.
"Who shall be.....at this time?" She asked and opened the door

she saw that this time its her daughter.And she too was wet..but she didnt scolded her daughter. And by seeing this the boy asked his mother, "why all scoldings for me? why not for didi?". She looked angrily towards him..

Is it a horror story or humour story :laugh: :laugh: :laugh: :laugh:

whatever it is humour or horror lets enjoy making adventurous story. Hope that ram gopal verma will think to make a movie on our story.. :P :laugh: :laugh:

Yes I can do this, i mean make a humorous story but some times it becomes horror story. None of my fault if you believe in destiny. :evil:

Why this story is stopped it may be a good horror story.

Why this story is stopped it may be a good horror story.

Let me first ask Devu permision to change it to a horror movie :evil: ...Devu.......

The mom said angrily- Didi had gone to see her sick friend long before it rained. Unluckily for her, it began raining heavily on her way. You stupid- Compare to Didi." Saying this mom began beating him again.

his didi pushpa came and stopped her mother from beating his younger brother.And said to his brother," you should not talk with mummy like this, we should respect elders not argue with them. If she has scolded you then its for your good only".

The boy did not like his elder sister's advice. He retorted- You darling of mom. I care the least. The rain is to play. I am not to confine to home for fear of rain." He angrily pulled hair of his Didi. She cried with pain. The mom said- Now See the fun. This boy understand only thrashing.

"Why are you making so much noice? You even don't allow this old dada to sleep. No respect for elders" A voice was heard from the deep corner of a bed room.

Hearing the dada's voice, kids stop quarreling. Yet the unpleasant rain was in a quarrel mood with the both - thunder and lightning. She began to pour more waters from her eyes and nose when she failed in talks with them. :blush: