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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 importers of arms in the world.

The whole system is corrupt.

Hand in glove waiting to erupt.

This is just the tip...

The tip of the iceberg.

The tip of the 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 of the series,

Jagga Jasoos and the Magic of the 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 very informal and interactive.

Any doubts, just ask me. Okay?

So, let us start 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.

ls Jagga for real?

He is very real! As real as your dimple.

Just like the sound of this 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 heart,

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 heart 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 heart 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 furry poppet.

He's got tiny feet, tiny tail and whiny bleat.

Biscuita Bunnu!

He's Chunnu's pappy, 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.

Darts 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 started talking,

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

Ask me how?

Our brain...

it... is...

like a walnut.

It has two parts.

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.

Started 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.