The Misadventures of Pappu Singham Ep. 2 (Ft. Jaggu O'Hara)

Jaggu O’Hara, in her own tragic way, sighed and let out. The last one, she hoped dearly, her Bob had not heard… or smelled.

She was wondering, once again, if Bob really thought it was a good idea he had thrown in his lot with her. It didn’t matter that his throat had gone sore telling her so… right before his rock concert.

Poor Bob Hendricks had crooned and crowed from dawn till dusk, telling his darling how much he loved her. He wasn’t really concerned if she believed him. He had other more important things to worry about. Jaggu was wont to cry buckets… literally. If he didn’t shut her up soon, he would have a flood at his hands. The world depended on Bob Hendricks to save them.

So he crooned and crowed till his throat went sore.

They were next to a paddy field, surrounded by huge trees. Jaggu, wrapped in his arms, could hear the birds sing, the trees whisper, the violins strum harmoniously, Lata Mangeshkar croon romantically in her old voice.

“Lata Mangeshkar??!” Alarmed, she looked up. “Phew! It’s still him.”

Filled with a deep sense of beauty and tragedy all mixed together, her heart brimmed with tears.

Suddenly, she heard Bob say to her softly, “Why are we like this?”

“What?”, she asked in disbelief, wondering how he had heard her tragic thoughts.

He repeated, “Baby, where do I pee?”

“Oh”, she said, stumped. “Anywhere… the fields won’t mind.”

“Hmmm”, he responded and promptly went off to water the plants.

Bob returned to continue his crowing. Till Jaggu O’Hara finally went off to sleep.

And then Bob Hendricks ran. He had a concert to go to. That day, Bob screeched his hard metal songs like never before.

“Hmmm… maybe I should get my throat sore before my concerts”, wondered Bob. “She is so good for me! But I must not let her know, or I will never again be able to get my throat sore!”

A bulb lit up somewhere in the air above him.

“THAT would make a good song now, won’t it?!”

And so Bob went off home, screeching happily.