NEBS AWARD
A tale that began with Mr Wise, travelled through Mr Savio to reach Hazel, then hopped to Destiny and then to Meeta, finally landing the teary Bilomena in my slangy hands.
THE ONE AND ONLY RULE
Continue the story from where it stops in no more than 120 words (you see, bloggers have less patience), then nominate one blogger (whom you think won’t ditch you) to carry it forward and pass on the NEBS Award.
Do not end the story!
That blogger adds their part, nominates another blogger, and passes on the award. The next person continues from where the previous one stopped. Remember, the story should never end…that’s the fun part of the whole idea. You should also leave a link to the original author so that he/she knows that the story is in motion.
So, make us laugh, surprise us, or leave the next blogger with an even bigger mess.
Head straight down to follow the trail from Mr. Wise through Meeta.
Thank you Meeta for letting me play with it!
Let me pick up from where the story ends in its previous avatar. It’s going to get wild and very slangy. Don’t blame me. You asked for it!
Part 6
Meanwhile, unbeknownst to everyone, a storm was cooking inside the sequinned purse.
“…diamonds should come with a return policy?”
“Yeh kya baigan ke baatan hai potti?” (Cut the crap, lady!)
“Hum hi se shaadiyan banaate aur hum hi ko return? Billo rani, aakhri hauli hai kya!“( You need me to get married and you want to return me? Billo darling, are you out of your mind?)
Flabbergasted, Bilomena looked around.
Who could be addressing her in Hyderabadi slang here?!
A flash of teeth greeted her. A strange man gracefully bowed and said “Aadaab.”
“Do I even know him? Wonder why he is glowing like a chandelier!” She turned to walk away in a huff.
“Billo rani, kaho toh abhi jaan de doon,” the farishta(angel) began to sing while following her.
She tripped. Dhadaam!
Falling into his arms.
Woosh! Up in the air flew the purse.
The ring fell out, conveniently into her finger.
Om Bheem Bush!
The farishta had played his part. The jadui (magical) ring had teleported her to Jumeraat Bazaar, Puranapul, Hyderabad—the place for all things strange, be it a knick-knack or a peek into the long-dead past.
Majnu Ustad, its 396 year-old owner, was waiting for her. He had a special task for Bilomena that was set to unfold on Friday night.
Peeturr miyaan can wait.
The curse cannot.
To be continued…
Who do I hand over the award to now? Hmm.
I can think of one name—Rajeev. The fact that he has been staying away from all this methodical madness is making me restless and angsty.
So Rajeev of https://satiregpt.wordpress.com/ will hopefully continue this banal romance that is breaking borders and taking a flight towards fantasy. If not, just pass it on to someone you think is capable and willing to dip his/her/their feet into this madness. Fingers crossed.
Follow the maddening trail here:
1. Let the romance begin: Mr Wise
https://witsutra.wordpress.com/2026/10/30/nebs-award
2. You were listening: Mr Savio
3. The sequel: Hazel
4. Beneath the same skies: Destiny
5. A Diamond, Two Men & One Very Confused Bilomina: Meeta
Care to drop a tiny pearl from the ocean of your mind?