HERE WE GO:THE FIRST

Presidential Death

There was a detective in London named JackyChan. One day in North America the President was found dead in the white house. The people of America called JackyChan because he was such a nice detective and was popular. He came from London to the white house. The first thing he found was the Presidents limo was not there and the two guards on the gate were fallen on the ground since that night. He went inside the Presidents room and noticed that one window was broken and one chit tied with a small stone was lying on the ground.

The president had a bullet in his chest and his body was lying on the bed. The detective opened the chit which was lying on the ground, in it was written addresses of two halls Lincoln Hall & the Great Hall and the time 9.15 AM also. At the end in the chit was written “Hi Detective JackyChan.”

The detective was confused in which hall to go? The men who had murdered the president were going to meet in only one hall. The detective decided to send a crew of policemen in the Great Hall and going to the Lincoln Hall by himself. Next morning the crew of policemen was in the Great Hall hiding before 9.15 AM. The detective was also hiding separately in Lincoln Hall. Luckily the two men were meeting in the same Lincoln Hall. One of the men had some kind of papers in his hand and he was showing the papers to another man one by one. The detective tried to catch those men and tried to shoot the man who had the papers on the leg.

But by mistake he made a head shot, the other man immediately got hold of the papers and ran from the other door in the hall. To the detective’s surprise he was running away in the presidents’ limo. He threw out a half burnt paper. The detective hurried immediately and saw a name and a photo burnt on the paper. But he was able to make out that it was a death certificate.

Next morning in the newspaper it was written “one patient died because of wrong medicine”. The doctor who was treating the patient was taken to the court. The detective was interested in the case hence he sat in the court room to hear the decision if it could help him solve his own case.

The doctor’s face was ditto of the president. The detective thought about it that what could be the solution to this problem. He got the solution of both the problems and it was one man of those two was the president. 

They both had killed the real doctor and the president was staying as the doctor. And because the president didn’t know anything about medicines the patient had died. He told this all to the Judge of the court and the president was sent to the jail. The detective went back to London after solving both the cases.

Anhad Dixit

Vardaan Nath

                                          Aron & Allon Philip

                                      Eeshan Surnis

 Dhruv Aher

The Bishop’s School, Camp, Pune (Mah) India / Std II “C”

INTRODUCTION BY ONE OF MY CREATORS

Dear All,

Entrusted with the task of introducing this blog to you I intend to indulge in a revelry that would last a lifetime. My younger one has started writing stories ... not for the love of it, but to make loads of money-what his father could not?

 "SIX MIND MONEY MAKERS" ! 
Six students of Std II at The Bishops School, Camp, Pune (India) have got together for a purely selfish reason - that of making money & that too at a lightening pace.......

Their endeavor is to write stories (which am afraid they are churning at a mocking pace, to all those established authors) sell them and make money.

Blissfully oblivious to the fact that who is going to buy a story that finishes in a page in print and then give them ROYALTY too on every copy sold ????????

Each member has an assigned task (JOB - IN THEIR LINGO) (Anhad has a page dedicated in a diary detailing them), it also contains a page of names who will never have the distinction of joining this elite group of self styled authors-----they are COPLAINS - read COMPLAINTS - guys who have not been nice to the group .....HENCE WILL SUFFER):-

ANHAD DIXIT - OWNER, MAKER, WRITER

DHRUV AHER - AOO (ASSISTANT OF OWNER) he is the first  auditor/assessor who decides whether the story is worth being considered as a potential

VARDAN NATH - Real Judge of a story

ALLON PHILIP - SECOND MAKER 

ESHAN SURNIS &  AARON PHILIP - IDEA BRINGERS

Anhad has actually sat next to me and dictated the various jobs allocated; all the time asking me to delete COPLAINS  amongst other things..... all the while insisting that "we are children, you word it appropriately so that grown up publishers take a note"

I lied that I will do so and all these underlines in red (spellings our computing machines cannot discern) denote that I plan to delete them.....

However, I did not even touch a word........  misplaced magnanimity might force me to say that I didn't wish the verdant  treatise to have deft touches from a scholar like me but the truth is that I neither have the vision nor the creativity & sublimity to think in so pure a manner !

Lets see what you experts think about encouraging these selfish, greedy guys? 

Notwithstanding, I have told the group that sometime it takes years ..... to start making some money ...... they take me seriously ......why me? they take everyone seriously ///  yet they keep on asking after a couple of days if any publisher has relented.........?

Its been two weeks sitting over it ....maybe more? happened when yours truly was departing for the National Games...

All of a sudden I had this Bodh Gyan .....why on earth I should be the  only one responsible for robbing them of their dreams...? 

Hence I chose to write to you .......through this blog which is theirs....... lets be party !!!!!!

Lets dream together .......  forever / The insomniac present or past will never catch us !!

best regards

Apoorv