Some story I say

Everybody said that AJ is the man. Whenever AJ entered a party, it was as if everything stood still. Fresh oxygen poured in from nowhere in a room full of smoke(well it was a no smoking room and the oxygen was everywhere, but this is how AJ wants to put it and he has a gun). All the chics just converged towards him without any provocation. The guys were enamored too. There was something about him. A fast peppy number started playing and AJ spit out his unlit cigarette into the air and broke into a magical move. It was as if this dance sequence and the song were meant for each other. People watched in appreciation and chipped in with their own master mix (like someone clapped, another chic whistled and a punjabi munda said balle balle..jo bole sonihaal). As the song came to an end, AJ settled into a climactic pose, opened his mouth and caught a cigarette. It had huge flames all over it. Chics screamed in panic. AJ raised his hands to calm the people(all the people lifted their hands to emulate AJ) and said "daffs wds tff haet" (everybody repeated the blabber). He then blew a cool puff of air to extinguish the fire. Everybody said "waoooo" and there were hi-fis all around. AJ took the ciggi out and said "Gadhon, mai keh raha tha the dance was too hawt isliye ciggi mai aag lag gayi. I wasnt blabbering". On hearing this, the desi junta had an aa-haa moment and lowered their hands. The phirang junta heard something exotic and so were mesmerized and started dancing. Aisa tha apna AJ. He was the real heart and soul of any party (btw the sales of non-tobacco mint ciggi had grown exponentially kyunki apna AJ smoke nahi karta bhai but showoff to karta hai).

When AJ was not partying he used to tame science, lift weights as if they were made of hay and play sports blindfolded. Things were way too easy for him. Women came without any effort, booze was always bought by someone else and awards/scientific memos were given by morons who knew nothing. All this was amazing when he had initially come to the US from India. But now, he was really missing his days in Des where he was just one in a billion (literally). He had to struggle for things and used to get conned all the time in Delhi. So, he decided to leave this place for a while and go back to his roots. He was spontaneous and so he instantly teleported to a small village in India. (Flight journey was so freakin painful that AJ had worked on teleportation and made it a reality. Yes, he received a Nobel Prize for it. He teleported to Stockholm for the ceremony). Unfortunately, the village was not what he had in mind (He thought of Rampur, but there are so many bloody Rampurs) . But what the hail, a village is a village so he decided to stay on for some time.

Voice of the author: Now that the character development of the assumed protagonist has been done and the story initiated, I will take a break and try to give the story some twists the next time I get drunk. Tab tak tum bhi kar lo twist pakad ke kisi ki wrist.