Background: A Tantrik entrusted Great king Vikramaditya a task to bring Vaital (a very witty ghost) to him and asks him to take vow to carry out the task in complete silence, no way he could speak during his journey or else the Vaital would fly back to his place. Vikramadity finds Vaital and commences his arduous journey back home. On the way back, Vaital starts a conversation and says that since the journey is long, he will tell a story to make journey easy. He also puts a condition that at the end of the story Vikramaditya needs to respond to his question if he knows the answer. Being an knowledgeable king Vikramaditya responded to the question posed by Vaital. Once the vow was broken, Vaital flies back to his resting place at the tree top. Vikramaditya starts all over again had to carry Vaital 25 times before he comes to know about the real motive of the Tantrik. This blogs is the extension and is the 26th story.
Story no 26:
Vaital was was really pain in the ass for Vikramaditya this time. That idiot has rewritten the history, he has flown to France and hung himself upside down on a tree top and awaited for Vikramaditya. He wanted to prove that Vikramaditya was not as intelligent as people use to think of him. He had all his questions ready, framed to perfection to make sure that questions where complex enough to confound Vikramaditya. He had really plotted well to test the Vikramaditya wisdom.
Vaital certainly knew Vikramaditya would wonder why, why on earth Vaital went to France. Who gave him that amazing piece of advice, was it was Mr. Somdev Bhatt, did he, really? Was it some one else.?
Vaital knew Virakmadiya will come, he was bounded the promised to the “Vamchari” to bring him back and behead him. He was damn sure that Vikramaditya will track him down and come to get him, might be he was on his way right now.
The Vaital has grown smarter intelligent, now had the international experience. He did admired himself about the decision, why he chose France. He was ready to give Virakmadiya a tough time. His moral questions if not answered would make Virakmadiya’s head burst in to pieces. His plotting was perfect, well timed, and he was ready to execute.
It was beginning of November, the cold and snow were devouring the city slowly, and from distant horizon Christmas was arriving, people eagerly awaited for it. Temperature was plummeting each passing day. Vaital was not worried, he(It) wasn’t from the human realm, he smiled, and hung upside down looked at the Christmas lights which were trying hard to resist overpowering effect of fog brought by the cold and snow. Vaital’s eyes sparkled, like a Christmas light. He started rehearsing and rephrasing the questions again, he did not wanted to leave any thing to change, he knew Vikramaditya has already matured in his last failed 25 attempts.
Vaital was right, back home in India, Virakmadiya was pondering, on the idea of bringing back the Vaital from France He was wondering why France? Wasn’t Africa was good enough? Did he chose to move to France to try his career in modeling. Ahh.. he thought, he got it right, he had long silvery hair, Slim figure, Blone looks, cool sexy smile to make any hot blond chick feel inferior.
Vikramaditya packed his bag pack and took very next flight to France. He took one way ticked as he was not sure, where and when he is going to find that idiot. All his journey he had a feeling of melancholy, more than half of his life has been wasted in piggybacking him, rather than enjoying, ruling his vast kingdom. He thought, this time he is not going to do any mistake. He knew he was bounded by his promise to answer the question if he knew the answer so he started to device a way out. Only possible option for him was not to understand the question posed by Vaital. Well high altitude flight sickness crept in Vikramaditya he felt nauseated, and feel asleep.
Hours later he was awakened by the flight attendant’s quirky voice.The plane has landed in North of Paris at “Charles de Gaulle” (CDG) Air port, and he had 90 days visitor visa, time was running out. He knew finding a Blond between Blonds would not be an easy task, given that when the Vaital was more sexy and hot. Out of CDG airport he was dumbfounded, he could see hundreds of Vaitals walking down the streets. He realized, he was right, Vaital would definitely be in here some where between, he did not know where.!
He was without his weapon, the seasoned cast iron Sword was impounded by the immigration service officers in India. He cursed, mumbled F-word, and hopped in an in coming bus. His search began.
There at the far south end of the Paris, the Vaital was hung upside down as if he was left there to dry by the wife of the man who owned the house. There, an incandescent lamp lit small area. Vaital was happy, he was not use to the milky light of LED lamps, he felt at home. He remembered each and every story he told to Vikramaditya, every reply he got. For him this was do or die situation. He was full of anxiety and was aware Vikramaditya had landed, he was on his way to see him, say hello and piggyback him back to India to decapitate him. He had decided he was not going to go down so easily.
On the other side, Vikramaditya was heading towards the south. Some thing unknown to him was making him move south. He knew he shares a special bond with that idiot. He was unsure whether he was moving ahead south due to the special bond that that he had developed in last 25 failed attempts or because of his intuition. He had to buy tickets, for his long journey, though he was king but of bygone era, but still he was king. He has to finish the job he took 25000 years ago.
Vikramaditya reached at the the house, and went straight to the tree on which the Vaital had hung himself and was drinking Champagne. Vikramaditya was surprised, why the hell this Vaital had hung himself on a X-mas tree, then he thought may be because its Christmas time. Vikramaditya said let’s go home boy. The Vaital quietly slipped from the X-mass tree on to the shoulders of Vikramaditya, the walk to home began. Vikramaditya thought there is something wrong, this idiot did not resist, any way he knew the idiot was going to talk and make him answer the questions and then, when he answers, he will fly way somewhere else again, and this time he did not even bother to think where.
After few minutes of silence, the Vaital spoke, are you done with your thinking, I know what you are thinking. It does not matter, all that matter to me is the answer you give. Vikramaditya said, Ok go ahead with your story.
Vaital said you have come a long way, tired, hungry, let's eat something, have a drink, there is a really nice pizzeria cum bar right next to the block. The proposal was mutually agreed and accepted. Talk started with cheers, then a pizza was ordered and then again a large glass of beer was ordered, with second cheers, the Vaital started his story and glasses kept on clicking.
Hours passed, it was dawn, they had to leave. Vikramaditya left the bar with his piggyback. The Vaital said, now answer me, Vikramaditya was really happy, he had absolutely no clue of story, he was too drunk to listen and understand, he couldn’t answer the questions now. Finally had gained victory after 2500 years, then he realized no he didn’t.
Why did Vaital, narrated the story when he was drunk. It was time for Vikramaditya to ask questions. He asked why did you do that, you will be beheaded because of that. Vaital said, I want to go back to the country, I was born in. I am bounded by my vows, I can’t go by myself, or when you answer the questions correctly. This was the only ticket back home for me.
The metro guys did not allow a piggyback Vaital, so it was a long walk to the airport. By the time there were few miles away from airport it was dusk, Vaital said, there is one more fine bar, lets drink, before we leave. Vikramaditya thought, its the same thing, I will be again drunk, its all safe. They enjoyed the drink till wee hours of early morning. When they left, piggyback Vaital asked Vikramaditya I have a question. I want an answer, if you know it and you don’t answer your head will burst and I will fly back to place where I came. If you don’t know the answer then you can take me back home. Vikramaditya was smiling, he was too drunk last night too.
Vaital questioned, did you drink too much last night and were you drunk? Vikramaditya said “Yes” seconds later he said Fuck you.
Vaital was back on the X-mas tree, waiting for the Santa Clause, Vikramaditya went back to the same fine bar to get drunk again.
Story no 26:
Vaital was was really pain in the ass for Vikramaditya this time. That idiot has rewritten the history, he has flown to France and hung himself upside down on a tree top and awaited for Vikramaditya. He wanted to prove that Vikramaditya was not as intelligent as people use to think of him. He had all his questions ready, framed to perfection to make sure that questions where complex enough to confound Vikramaditya. He had really plotted well to test the Vikramaditya wisdom.
Vaital certainly knew Vikramaditya would wonder why, why on earth Vaital went to France. Who gave him that amazing piece of advice, was it was Mr. Somdev Bhatt, did he, really? Was it some one else.?
Vaital knew Virakmadiya will come, he was bounded the promised to the “Vamchari” to bring him back and behead him. He was damn sure that Vikramaditya will track him down and come to get him, might be he was on his way right now.
The Vaital has grown smarter intelligent, now had the international experience. He did admired himself about the decision, why he chose France. He was ready to give Virakmadiya a tough time. His moral questions if not answered would make Virakmadiya’s head burst in to pieces. His plotting was perfect, well timed, and he was ready to execute.
It was beginning of November, the cold and snow were devouring the city slowly, and from distant horizon Christmas was arriving, people eagerly awaited for it. Temperature was plummeting each passing day. Vaital was not worried, he(It) wasn’t from the human realm, he smiled, and hung upside down looked at the Christmas lights which were trying hard to resist overpowering effect of fog brought by the cold and snow. Vaital’s eyes sparkled, like a Christmas light. He started rehearsing and rephrasing the questions again, he did not wanted to leave any thing to change, he knew Vikramaditya has already matured in his last failed 25 attempts.
Vaital was right, back home in India, Virakmadiya was pondering, on the idea of bringing back the Vaital from France He was wondering why France? Wasn’t Africa was good enough? Did he chose to move to France to try his career in modeling. Ahh.. he thought, he got it right, he had long silvery hair, Slim figure, Blone looks, cool sexy smile to make any hot blond chick feel inferior.
Vikramaditya packed his bag pack and took very next flight to France. He took one way ticked as he was not sure, where and when he is going to find that idiot. All his journey he had a feeling of melancholy, more than half of his life has been wasted in piggybacking him, rather than enjoying, ruling his vast kingdom. He thought, this time he is not going to do any mistake. He knew he was bounded by his promise to answer the question if he knew the answer so he started to device a way out. Only possible option for him was not to understand the question posed by Vaital. Well high altitude flight sickness crept in Vikramaditya he felt nauseated, and feel asleep.
Hours later he was awakened by the flight attendant’s quirky voice.The plane has landed in North of Paris at “Charles de Gaulle” (CDG) Air port, and he had 90 days visitor visa, time was running out. He knew finding a Blond between Blonds would not be an easy task, given that when the Vaital was more sexy and hot. Out of CDG airport he was dumbfounded, he could see hundreds of Vaitals walking down the streets. He realized, he was right, Vaital would definitely be in here some where between, he did not know where.!
He was without his weapon, the seasoned cast iron Sword was impounded by the immigration service officers in India. He cursed, mumbled F-word, and hopped in an in coming bus. His search began.
There at the far south end of the Paris, the Vaital was hung upside down as if he was left there to dry by the wife of the man who owned the house. There, an incandescent lamp lit small area. Vaital was happy, he was not use to the milky light of LED lamps, he felt at home. He remembered each and every story he told to Vikramaditya, every reply he got. For him this was do or die situation. He was full of anxiety and was aware Vikramaditya had landed, he was on his way to see him, say hello and piggyback him back to India to decapitate him. He had decided he was not going to go down so easily.
On the other side, Vikramaditya was heading towards the south. Some thing unknown to him was making him move south. He knew he shares a special bond with that idiot. He was unsure whether he was moving ahead south due to the special bond that that he had developed in last 25 failed attempts or because of his intuition. He had to buy tickets, for his long journey, though he was king but of bygone era, but still he was king. He has to finish the job he took 25000 years ago.
Vikramaditya reached at the the house, and went straight to the tree on which the Vaital had hung himself and was drinking Champagne. Vikramaditya was surprised, why the hell this Vaital had hung himself on a X-mas tree, then he thought may be because its Christmas time. Vikramaditya said let’s go home boy. The Vaital quietly slipped from the X-mass tree on to the shoulders of Vikramaditya, the walk to home began. Vikramaditya thought there is something wrong, this idiot did not resist, any way he knew the idiot was going to talk and make him answer the questions and then, when he answers, he will fly way somewhere else again, and this time he did not even bother to think where.
After few minutes of silence, the Vaital spoke, are you done with your thinking, I know what you are thinking. It does not matter, all that matter to me is the answer you give. Vikramaditya said, Ok go ahead with your story.
Vaital said you have come a long way, tired, hungry, let's eat something, have a drink, there is a really nice pizzeria cum bar right next to the block. The proposal was mutually agreed and accepted. Talk started with cheers, then a pizza was ordered and then again a large glass of beer was ordered, with second cheers, the Vaital started his story and glasses kept on clicking.
Hours passed, it was dawn, they had to leave. Vikramaditya left the bar with his piggyback. The Vaital said, now answer me, Vikramaditya was really happy, he had absolutely no clue of story, he was too drunk to listen and understand, he couldn’t answer the questions now. Finally had gained victory after 2500 years, then he realized no he didn’t.
Why did Vaital, narrated the story when he was drunk. It was time for Vikramaditya to ask questions. He asked why did you do that, you will be beheaded because of that. Vaital said, I want to go back to the country, I was born in. I am bounded by my vows, I can’t go by myself, or when you answer the questions correctly. This was the only ticket back home for me.
The metro guys did not allow a piggyback Vaital, so it was a long walk to the airport. By the time there were few miles away from airport it was dusk, Vaital said, there is one more fine bar, lets drink, before we leave. Vikramaditya thought, its the same thing, I will be again drunk, its all safe. They enjoyed the drink till wee hours of early morning. When they left, piggyback Vaital asked Vikramaditya I have a question. I want an answer, if you know it and you don’t answer your head will burst and I will fly back to place where I came. If you don’t know the answer then you can take me back home. Vikramaditya was smiling, he was too drunk last night too.
Vaital questioned, did you drink too much last night and were you drunk? Vikramaditya said “Yes” seconds later he said Fuck you.
Vaital was back on the X-mas tree, waiting for the Santa Clause, Vikramaditya went back to the same fine bar to get drunk again.
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