Jagga Jasoos Page #2

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Love triangle with three players.

Mr. Bhaduri and Ms. Mala.

Ms. Mala... Ms. Mala... Ms. Mala.

Mrs. Bhaduri, she teaches histonj.

her husband is her soft spot.

Ms. Mala, ven/ stylish.

Teaches English.

Amongst the boys she's quite sought!

Mr. Bhaduri.

Attention!

- PT teacher.

Steady body, wayward heart

June was about to start

Thunder! Lightening!

Pitter patter showers.

Ms. Ma | a's body was found

below the clock tower.

It is clear.

Definitely suicide.

Ms. Mala Moitra was not only loved

by the students and faculty alike,

but also an inspiration to all.

She was the head and soul ofthe

English depanment and Culture Club.

N... N...N... not suicide.

It is murder.

Jagga said it is a murder.

It is murder.

- Even/one says it is suicide.

You say it is a murder!

How is it a murder?

Early morning Ms. Mala went out

for milk to buy.

Oh! Must commit suicide, she thought.

Then, she jumped off the tower,

good bye!

It's true.

You have a point.

She who soaks beans in the night,

come morning why would

she commit suicide?

Dimwit. It's suicide.

It could be a last minute plan.

Get me a cola.

Could be an early morning thought,

mind must be in a knot.

"With life I cannot cope,

death's my only hope."

It's m... mu... murder.

It is murder!

Shall I pop it?

Hup!

According to Mr. Milkman

the clock tower was

their secret hideout.

Buying milk was only a way to get out.

Actually they...

Wanted to drink the milk

and keep the cream.

This, even/one knows!

Do they?

We do.

Tell me something new.

Should I?

- Shall I pop it?

Shhh!

Inside the tower entered three.

6:
15 exits the wife. No one but she.

6:
30, Ms. Mala.

6:
45, the husband, carefree!

But, at 7, out come only two.

So?

So... arrest them.

My foot! Arrest them?

When Ms. Mala jumped from the tower

where was Mrs. Bhaduri

and her husband dear?

Where?

In school.

Even/one knows it.

You know?

We know... we know... we know.

If it happened, it did, but how?

What did they do? And how?

How?

If it happened, it did, but how?

What did they do? And how?

How?

How was one man

in two places. How?

How was one man

in two places. How?

How?

How?

How?

If it happened, it did, but how?

What did they do? And how?

How?

If it happened, it did, but how?

What did they do? And how?

How?

How was one man

in two places. How?

How?

How?

O How?

The sticker in the cereal pack

is right at the bottom, whack!

This ten-day wait bores to death.

I have to eat the whole box

for just a sticker.

My little fool.

First turn the packet upside down.

Now, open it.

The sticker at the bottom

will now be on top.

So, what is the moral ofthe stow?

When you can't figure

something straight,

turn it on its head and look.

When you can't figure

something straight,

turn it on its head and look.

Twas bright and early in the morn

Singi song dingi dong, lover's dawn

Mr. Bhaduri and Ms. Mala.

Ms. Mala... Ms. Mala... Ms. Mala!

One who met her even/day.

The lovers secret he would betray.

He sent their love ston/ astray.

Mr. Milkman, and his foul play.

Quietly, without uttering word,

he flew to the lady like a bird.

He bluned it all,

secrets, big and small.

Gave a sample of a snitch.

Keeping quiet without a twitch.

Then, went for the big six.

Yes... your husband has some

extra marital tricks.

He's a fraud, oh he's a quack.

He has stabbed you in your back.

The ship sank.

Even/thing is blank.

Take this, with thanks.

Bouncy stride and head aflutter,

Ms. Ma | a's off for coochie coo.

Gritsy gutsy appears madam

with her Kung Fu.

Shameless, spineless twit!

That's not me,

it's you, you twit!

WhV mV hubby, my man?

Control love, who can?

Cambodia, Colombia, Estonia, Algeria,

Kulumeria,

Veldoria, Kandetoh, Haribol!

That's how this ston/ goes tra Ia Ia!

Gon/ and dark,

what cou | d've been gala.

Lost in love and lost her life.

Ms. Mala... Ms. Mala... Ms. Mala!

Jagga, but we all saw Ms. Mala jump

from the clock tower.

The dead body fell with a loud crash!

All were stunned with the smash.

What happened in that fatal one hour?

The secret is safe in the clock tower.

Tick tock.

Tick tock... tick tock

The body lay in front of our eyes.

Mrs. Bhaduri stood by with her lies.

Her hands were stained

with Ma | a's blood.

Blood.

Not like that...

from the epiglottis... Blood.

Blood!

Blood!

Tick Tock...

- Blood!

Tick tock...

- Blood.

Such moments leave you

at loss for words.

But, our Mr.

Bhaduri was a sman sly bird.

His wedding vows were now at stake.

Scratched his head for clarity sake

and thought, what to do?

Tick tock... what to do?

He ran, distraught.

From Humpu's garden a rope he got,

and tied the corpse against the clock

with a Magic knot.

What?

- Magic knot!

Magic knot?

Basically, this knot is used

for mountain climbing

and to tie horses.

If you loop the rope once

and pull a second loop from under

the first one and pull tight.

Basically, though this is ven/ tight

it takes just a tug at the other end

to undo the knot.

Bid adieu to the corpse,

and set the deathly tick tock.

By the hands ofthe clock.

Hands of the clock.

Hands of the clock.

Tick tock... Hands ofthe clock.

Tick tock... Hands ofthe clock.

Tick tock... Hands ofthe clock.

What to do... Hands ofthe clock.

What to do... Hands ofthe clock.

What to do... Hands ofthe clock.

Behind his smiling face, was hidden,

a lonesome, lonely Jagga.

Come summer, other kids would go away.

Empty chairs,

tables and beds would stay.

And... a lonesome, lonely Jagga.

There was a bridge connecting

Jagga's present and past.

Made of video tapes.

On even] bihday, there would be

a new tape added to this bridge.

One that Tutifuti would send

from some corner of the world.

I do envy Jagga at times.

Tutifuti had taught Jagga

the spirit of living,

from miles away,

just through these video tapes.

which despite staying together

most parents fail at.

This one tape would bring Jagga

his annual supply of oxygen.

Happy binhday!

HaPPV bihday, dear Jagga!

There are only two kinds

of people in this world.

Nails and hammers.

Which do you want to be?

You decide.

This is a magazine.

Safety lock.

Off spin... leg spin.

Worries and googlies,

spot them early,

and you will hit a six.

Else, you'll be in a fix.

The human mind

and a parachute are alike.

Ifthey are open, it's great

Else, you are dead.

Stan from up.

The other way... wrong.

Not the other way.

E-Minor.

Life's biggest disease today

is worn/ing about

what people will say?

Till the time a thief is not caught,

he isn't a thief, he is an anist.

If you want to punch,

make a fist at the last minute,

it will double the

force at which it lands.

This year,

you will get no pocket money.

Pay your school fees on your own.

It's simple.

Catch fish and sell it in the market.

Feluda, Sherlock, Ray,

Ghatak, Hitchcock.

Maradona, Sampras,

Sir Don Bradman,

Louis Armstrong, Elvis, Jackson.

Hitler, Chenghis, Scarlett.

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