Welcome to Flight No. 007 to no-where passengers are requested to fasten their seat belts I am Faisal your captain, Jasmine is my co-pilot. We will soon be taking off to muddled sky of Mouthshut!
Outside cockpit: two fellas trying to open cockpit:
Fella one: damn you two let us fly this aircraft, I can’t sit here among all these morons let me crash land it to some place make these moronic mentals rot in hell
Fella two: yes bhai I have seen you are such an excellent pilot, bhai bhai please fly this aircraft I am so excited! And all of you just shut up and don’t move or I will fix you right here
Fella one: sabaash chhote!
Fella two: he he he thankyou bhai
Some lady from one of the seats smiling at them with praises in her eyes!
Another fella from passenger seat: hey hey please put comas and fullstop while you talk its hard for me to follow what’s going on here!
Chhota Fella: Bhai this man is uttering bullshit let me fix him now! Kya bola bey?
First fella: please use coma and fullstops when you talk
Chhota Fella: Hmmm let me fix your coma and fullstop first then I will fix my brother’s
Fella one: still hanging on cockpit handle in a bid to open- Open it you morons, I am a better pilot than you, I can fly it in flat 10 minutes! Common you Hippocrates, let me enter the cockpit or my chhotu will teach you a lesson
A voice from the passenger: hey we need a doctor- these two have gone mad- is there any doctor here please- save us from these two!
Doctor Found: hmmmmm severe problem due to constipation, ahem now I know these two didn’t go to the loo in the morning and are making these place a hell, hey misters! The rest room is this way please, it’s the cockpit gate you two are opening and mind it! before you two empty your bowels you won’t be able to fly this aircraft well, maano meri baat, hey chhotu pahle tu ho aa!
Suddenly a girl from Sikkim: what’s this? I was better traveling on a bike- these two nuts have taken the flight on ransom, they don’t even use commas and full stops it is certainly getting hard to understand
Fella with the cockpit handle(which is now clinging in his hands): shut up you mine English is better than you, you moronic mental, itchy bitchy lady just shut up
Chhottu fella: oh bhai can’t you see she is a big fraud! Hey lady just sit down or else I will make you sit on the NU pot, you will have to travel all the way sitting on a pot
Sikkim Girl: Mummmmmy….oooooooooooowwwwwaaaaaaannn, ooooooooooowwwwwaaan
Some from passenger: call the police!
Cockpit handle fella, seeing the situation getting out of control: no lady please keep quite you are my sister, you are my lovely sister, take this lollypop and go back to your seat…ok?
Sikkim girl: Ok brother, but you have changed, my brother didn’t look like you tell me who are you? ummmm this lollypop is tasty carry on bhai, I am now comfortable!
A small skinny fella from Mumbai suddenly wakes up- ooohhh what’s going on here? Just someone tell me what’s going on here?
Cockpit handle guy- you moron! I know grammar better than you, you go to hell, I am throwing you out of this aircraft. Now never ever try enter this craft or I will thrash you teach you a good lesson
Skinny Mumbai guy: Grammar? Where the hell this grammar thing came here? What grammar boss? why are you after my life? Would you please tell me what is wrong here, and why are you dragging me in all this?
Chhotu fella: shut up you! bhai se jabaan ladaataa hai? Let me teach you a lesson
Meanwhile the Doctor: arey listen to me all, these two are suffering from severe constipation help them to reach the loo, someone take them to loo or they will just do it all here!
The lady with smile: hey I am having some problem with my belt, its not working properly should I clasp it below my belt or above the belt I am already wearing
A spectacled passenger also from Mumbai: aye hataa saawan ki ghataa! Chal tie it on your forehead anyways it’s the month of bhole shanker better tie it up on your forehead lady!
Suddenly a baba from Mumbai: satayanash! *Ye flight hai ya daaru ka addaa, * now let me make you sit at your places so that this could take off- hmmmm morons- sit from row A1 to A8, stars you sit from row B 1 to B 12, elephants should be sent to cargo section- the bespectacled guy suddenly gets weary!
Cockpit handle fella: but baba these all are morons! Sent them off from this aircraft
Baba: oho! So you are the one who has made all these tamasha, thahar abhi bajata hoon……….chimtaa!
Meanwhile in the cockpit the captain and co-pilot fearing the risk of life have ordered the stairs to be put back, they know that if handle fella enters cockpit he will thrash them with the iron handle, and the chhotu fella is already jumping and pumping, “this door is creaking now, let’s bring it down now- bhai bhai let’s do it……
Jaismin and Faisal have absconded and inside the flight….caps, spectacles, undies, ganjiis, tissue paper boxes, diet charts, torn sleeves of shirts, collars are flying in air!
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