MEETING THE OGS: WRITTEN, PRODUCED AND DIRECTED BY ME- JEFFREY THOMAS AND JEFFRY POWATHIL

 Background and other information about the movie and myself:

 I am a malayalee from chicago. I'm loving this website most because I've been a fan of American Malu fan for a long time. Now, it's my turn. Couple years back when I was in eight grade(currently a senior), I wrote a story when I was bored about a malayalee kid's relations with his dad. He didn't get along so well so he ran away. Check it out and because of the sudden popularity it was getting in Chicago, I decided to make a movie off it. My inspiration was of course american malu one but, this story is a bit differentso give it a chance and give it a read! If you enjoy it please message me. There is a sequel and this story based movie is coming out in July. Thank You-Once again, remember that I made this a long time ago but, suddenly it rised in popularity when i posted it recently. I just wanted to know what you think of it. Note: This story is fake and are not experiences of both Jeffry Powathil and my life. It has its similarities to american malu but, our own outlook on a american malayalees life. Please give it a chance. This story is a adaptation to the first movie- Meeting The OGS of a two part movie series. The second movie is called Meeting The OGS II: The Life. It is underprocess. Give this story and movie a chance. Thank you =] 

Meeting The OG'S The Story (The basic outlook of the first movie of a two part series) 

Keywords: mundu: clothing the older indian uncles wear. kottayam: city in kerala. ammachy: grandma in malayalam. achar: malayalee food. OG- Original Gangsta Like the stupid dumbass I am, I felt a little emotional about how my dad was treating me. One day, he saw me trying to open up an achar container and I guess that broke his temper. He compared me to the "stupid who tries to get the mango with the rock." He told me to sit with him on the sofa and said “one day a stupid kept on throwing a rock at the tree to get the mango but, when the rock got stuck in the tree, the stupid went up to get the rock and forgot the STUPID MANGO! I compare that dumb to you.'” He basically insulted my intelligence with his comments. I never thought about my Malu future with the drama that would come with it. I thought in my head " shiiiitniggaa I’m running away." So one fine night in the 8th grade, I found one of my ghetto suitcases that I got at DEVON in Chicago where all the Indians buy their stuff before they go to India. I packed it up with my clothes, my Walgreen's tooth paste, and a brush I had since the 5th grade. My home didn't have any security alarms and my parents were sleeping. It was the perfect time to leave. I walked down the stairs but my stairs were so damn loud I could imagine my dad chasing me down the stairs any second. I opened the rusty front door and quickly ran out. I was walking for a couple hours around the block. Finally, I realized that I left my door OPEN. I could imagine my dad’s reaction when he sees my bed empty and the door open. I imagined him getting the Sienna armed with an unlimited set of hangers and his Dockers platinum belt that he uses for special cases. I started trembling but I DID KNOW THIS WAS THE START OF IT. While I was reminiscing, my imaginations were starting to come true. I hear the loud roar of my original gangsta sienna and my pops inside drifting through Glenview. I started running. I see my pops speed up but I hide in the trees. SUDDENLY, I got a private call and it was my dad. My dumbself picked up and said hello. My pops didn't talk in the beginning…all I heard was breathing. Finally, he responded with a cold statement of "edda Jeppry you may run monay but u cant hide from me, Jeffrey I’ve been through your puberty pubic stages, but man you are the numberr one stupids. I will hunt down and find you. I am the master of the cities and CHEEcagos .I know how to get through every streets and all through the stupid Illinois through newyork okay. He then said, “GET OUT THE CLOSET, BECAUSE I WILL BE AWAITING THERE BEFORRE U EVEN GET OUT. You’re probably hiding in macodonalds”. He was heavily breathing- whenever my pops heavily breathes, that means he was super pissed. I wandered for a couple hours and got into the deep of my suburb. I was once again reminscing of the times me and my pops had in our father son bond. He was a dad who could diss the hell out of you while making you laugh. I viewed the flashback of when I was driving in the same car with my dad. “Jeffrey, there is a pedestrian on the street and if you let him and me live, for a second I will see the benefit for you being born. REMUMBER the insurance is more costly than you" The goodtime flashback ended and my tensions started to rise up again. My pops fortunately couldn't find me but he still attempted to hunt me down like a drugdealer finding a druggie to pay him his shit. My dad was a gangsta at church and wherever but, I never expected he would call other OG'S to catch me. I knew there was a lot of uncles that knew my dad, but the man I saw coming to look for me was a straight up gangsta. HE WAS A LEGEND IN THE MALAYALEE HOOD of our church, he ran the hustle of Kottayam, the officers of Kerala were his bitches. That legend was the same uncle who scared me; he had a Seemati silk shirt with those rough stripes. He walked with that swag when he folded his mundu. He had not only a silk shirt but, it was ironed perfectly with those rough stripes. His car was always parked in the middle of the parking lot. Ammachies always got pissed when this big ass purple Siennawas blocking the entrance on their way to church. The thug ride cruised with no hub caps. He sped past me then, noticed quickly and started reversing really fast. I ran as fast but then I fell. The OG Sienna stopped. I felt like it was the end of my journey. I was about to surrender. BUT, god gave the gangsta karma for buying a cheap ass car. Fortunately, his car doors were too ghetto; he tried to get out of the window but, he didn't have the automatic window. He had the ones where you rolled it and took forever. By the time he whipped the roller all the way down, I escaped into the trees and his rolling cheap ass window skills did not work. He scoped for me but I was deep into the wilderness of the trees. He left the scene and my dad had an another route. HE SENT IN THE SECOND OG who was nicknamed DA AMBASSADOR. He set his kids straight. It was my uncle. He had one OG camry. 93 camry. The muffler was messed up so when it accelerates any pedestrian would be scared to walk by it. I came out of the tree area so I can see if I could get a bus to leave town to go to my cousin’s house. My backpack broke and my stuff fell all across the grass. While I was fixing my bag, I heard an oil spill, sounds of shitty pieces of a camry falling and a horrible engine noise. I turned around and it was absolute silence. BUT, I SEE A CAR PARKED. I noticed the license plate as I shuddered at the thought of who it belonged to… it said pawada93. I knew it was him. BUT, where was he? I thought to myself, maybe I can make the escape, let me just make a run for it. Again, I hear the shitty noises but now I knew it was from the Camry. THEN, I hear this tapping. I was looking at his rims but I thought I heard it from the sky. I looked up and something terrified me. The ambassador was on top of the Camry wearing his old taped OG spectacles. He took a moment to wipe the lens with a crappy free towel from Seematti to take a closer look at me. Suddenly, he leaped off the car . He gave me the furious biphocal stare. All he said was “you…you…you.. bloody. get it in the car you bloody fool" He took me by the ear and put simply, my conquest of being a white kid and running away from home was ended. I

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