Jagga Jasoos

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(Purulia Folk Song)

There's the first signal.

That's the second.

Waiting on the third.

There it is.

Deploy! Deploy!

Go... go... go!

That's our final signal.

Let's go.

Drop it, drop it. Fast!

A shower of weapons in broad daylight.

17th December 1995...

It was just another day

for the villagers of Velamor.

The farmers were heading

to their fields when suddenly...

Big huge umbrellas!

In the Purulia district

of West Bengal...

This raises serious concerns

about India's internal security.

A foreign aircraft has breached

the Indian airspace

dodging radars et al.

For who? How did this cache of arms

reach a village so small?

Who do these guns belong to?

What's the plan?

The village is not a terrorist camp!

No guns can feed hunger.

We are the largest imponers

of arms in the world.

The whole system is corrupt.

Hand in glove waiting to erupt.

This isjust the tip...

The tip ofthe iceberg.

The tip ofthe iceberg!

A bullet is cheaper than bread.

Questions unasked,

answers unsaid.

Purulia... Purulia...

Purulia arms drop!

Jagga Jasoos and his magical world.

Fabulous characters

and stories unfurled.

Breaking out of his

own comic books page.

What if he pops up on the stage?

Let me present to you

the new book ofthe series,

Jagga Jasoos and the

Magic ofthe Red Circle.

Be you a topper or a back-bencher,

and if you love adventure,

then, pick up,

with no hiccup,

a Jagga Jasoos comic book!

Stall number 37, please have a look.

Read and share,

make your friends aware.

And get a special bonus for this task:

an autographed Jagga mask!

Okay guys, it's all ven/ informal

and interactive.

Any doubts, just ask me. Okay?

So, let us sta with the first...

First book!

Jagga Jasoos and the...

- Ma'am, ma'am!

He is saying that

this autograph is a fake.

No, it is real.

Is Jagga for real?

He is ven/ real!

As real as your dimple.

Just like the sound ofthis piano,

Jagga too is real.

You've forced me to change my plans.

Okay guys... change in plans.

Let us rewind a little.

To Jagga's childhood.

Somewhere in Mainaguri,

in a hospital teeny,

the matron found a child whiny weeny.

In an accident he

lost his mom and dad,

was left all alone, lonely and sad.

No one came for him,

passed days and years.

The hospital became

Jagga's little universe.

Riding moon's back,

piggyback like a sack.

To a world where he's not alone,

here comes Jagga.

A piece of candy,

face all dandy,

in a style of his own,

here comes Jagga.

A gift from above,

forming bonds of love,

tugs at your head,

as he goes about mingling.

With eyes almost weeping,

under the stairs,

you'll catch him sleeping.

A teeny weeny cot,

a pint sized little thing.

Riding moon's back,

piggyback like a sack,

to a world where he's not alone,

here comes Jagga.

He's one of a kind,

with a head that's divine.

Sleepless he lies on lonely nights,

counting the stars that shine.

Bottled within,

he's bubbling with tales.

But when it comes to talking,

his tongue fails.

Jagga!

Though a little devil,

his head is not a wee bit bad.

Oh, he is a lovely lad.

Jagga!

If it's decided, for two souls

to be united...

come what may,

they will come together in

a red circle, and stay there forever.

Hey!

What's your name?

Name?

Tell me your name?

He hesitates...

because he stutters.

Chocolatey Chunnu!

He's an imp, a moppet,

a goat's furn/ poppet.

He's got tiny feet,

tiny tail and whiny bleat.

Biscuita Bunnu!

He's Chunnu's paPPV,

he's tall n strappy.

With button-y eyes

and a moustache that's quite sappy.

Chocolatey Chunnu.

On a terrible Tuesday,

got into a bungle, lost in a jungle,

trapped in the wild, oh lonely!

Biscuita Bunnu.

Dans to the jungle,

unjumbles the bungle,

fights the wolves all alone, only!

Babu.

I had a friend.

He'd stutter no end.

Can't talk, he would pretend.

People felt that he was so cute,

but thought he was mute.

And then one day, he staed talking,

rat-a-tat, non-stop, no pause.

Ask me how?

Our brain...

it... is...

like a walnut.

It has two pans.

Left... Right.

For example, when I'm talking,

I'm using the left side.

Left is for logic, left is systematic.

And the song that I was singing?

That was from the right side.

This right side of ours,

is... is a little nutty,

is creative.

So, then what did Babu do?

He quit talking from the left.

Staed talking from the right.

In songs.

And never ever stuttered again.

Really!

Now, I'll ask you a question.

And you...

sing and answer.

Okay?

And then you'll see...

magic!

C'mon, tell me what's your name?

Don't fear...

you sing and answer.

C'mon, tell me what's your name?

My name is... Jagga.

Now ask me, what's my name?

Wha... what?

Totally broken bones.

Fully fractured fate.

You can call me Tutifuti.

What will you call me?

Tutifuti.

Chocolatey Chunnu!

Chunnu is a little lamb

tiny teeny-weeny.

Chocolatey brown,

chocolatey brown.

Biscuita Bunnu

he is teensy weensy.

Chunnu'5 PaPPV,

tall and strappy.

Eyes round and button-y

and a moustache that's quite sappy.

Odd n mismatched, O what a pair.

One sang his mind with not a care.

And the other whose luck

was rather unfair.

In a world that's jinxed,

it's often said

when your road looks smooth,

no rubble,

at the crossroad of life,

all decked up and nice,

eagerly awaits Ms. Trouble.

We need more job opponunities

for the youth.

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