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Bakwaas

Dec 24, 2022
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By Kaji Vineeth


Concept - A man with a small family has a high paying, high stress job. One fine day he comes home stressed out and is completely exhausted. As soon as he enters home, he goes and sits on the dining chair/sitting area. He presses his shoulders and head to ease his stress. He gets a call from his boss (Named as “Fraud Call”, “Don’t answer”, “Spam”). He answers the call and the boss gives him more work and he can’t refuse it. Puts on a blank face, doesn’t know what to do. He notices his child’s lego ( Could also be a coloring book or newspaper with someone’s face to scribble). He folds his sleeves like he is about to do something intense and spends quite some time building a shitty lego model (With a snappy, restless music in the background). After he is done, he shows the model to his wife and the finished model is revealed. His wife is like “Yeh kya Bakwas hai”. He is pumped and proud of his model. He gives a lame justification and explanation for the model and walks away to go to sleep, his wife is perplexed and so done with him.




Cut to black screen -

“Don't let the kid inside you grow up!”


Cut back in -

He takes a picture of the model in the morning and makes it the screen saver. He is motivated and gets back to work with a high spirit!


Cut to black screen -

“Be proud of your work” “even if it is Bakwaas”


By Kaji Vineeth



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