The week after :P

dhante naan!!!!!!
Iam back!!!!!.....I know not a great incentive but still....:P .....Last week I realized that its work that poisons a good man's soul and makes him think that he is no better than the worm crawling along the soggy earth......
People have to realize that they are not bound by the restrictions they put on themselves....or is it just plain fear :P.
I have found that the way to tackle fear is to think about yourself in a tighter situation and imagine reaping the benefit of this plucky attitude towards life....:P
Let me prove my point empirically .......
Let's just say that we encounter a time machine along the by lanes of ghatkopar and decided to visit the times when chastity and honor were not mythical concepts :P
The machine grinds to a halt and what do we see....."aapla ghatkopar" has transformed into an arena where fighting wilder beasts was the order of the day.....and men were no better than brutes :P.
Into this picture let me introduce the glamour quotient(which makes all the difference :P),the demure one for whose side glances every brute may give an arm.....
Having set up the scene and given the atmosphere a shot in the arm...I would like to spring upon your guileless unsuspecting minds.....
ACT 1
The female feeling a bit down due to the heat removes a cottony thingy from the interior of her apparel and mops her brow with it.....a smart observer would deduce that watching two males having a go at each other was not her idea of a well spent afternoon.......also she doesn't like her escort who dragged her into this infernal place........
While executing the aforementioned action, she drops her thingummy cottony cloth into the arena.....
As you good people can see.......lady luck ,who many believe to be fickle minded female....has been working shifts here....she has conjured a precious moment in time when the dame is vulnerable and up for grabs for the next pock-marked bugger who just shows a little courage and enterprise and amuses her taxed mind.....
ACT 2:The one upon him doth the angels of fortune (i.e the pock marked bugger gets lucky)

Now we come to the crux or say to the point of the whole affair or to the clearing in the bush around which i have been beating about.
A little background on the pock-marked bugger.....(he is actually not that ugly...but we all hate a guy who is favoured by the gods especially where matters of the fairer sex are concerned).....
This guy till now had led a very sheltered life , he did not live by the axiom "god helps those who helps themselves"....he rather belonged to the school of thought which believed that if you dont mess up things they pretty much run smoothly :P..........
Imagine the irony....there were men who daily swallowed iron nails and considered the day a waste if they did not take part in a chivalrous fight which would do credit to their lives....and here we find fortune favoring won who would run at the first sight of danger......
any wayz....Any one who has been part of a hearty and boisterous group of sport enthusiasts would know that there comes during the heat of the game a point....when every person is on the edge of his seat and any sudden movements may led to the possible dislocation of the nearby enthusiast......
something on those lines did happen and we suddenly find our pock-marked hero in the arena.....looking as if the earth was pulled out from under his feet..........
He stared goggle eyed and what does he see....the beast who had made a hearty meal of the previous opponent was eyeing him with a renewed interst......
He did not like it........no sireee.....he did not like it at all.....
....he scrambled ,desperately trying to get a foothold....but in vain....for the walls had jutting rocks which cut through his fingers.....finally he spotted the white thingummy on the floor and tying it round his hand climbed the wall to the other side where definitely the grass was greener......
Now to ACT 3 :
The female who was a mute spectator to all this ........move towards him in order to initiate enquiries about his general well being...only to find him clutching the white thingumy in his hand close to his heart.......ahhhhh.....she realises that it is she ....for whom the gentleman had gone through the trying ordeal...I mean we being reasonable people can't blame her for falling in love with the pock-marked bugger.........and at this juncture we find the pock-marked bugger thanking all the obscure gods for the piece of good fortune he encounterd......
END.....
The moral being....if you encounter/face fear or at least make a good show of it......interesting things may happen to you.....and who knows even you may find a beautiful dame to hold your hands in the evening...if you are sufficiently pock-marked :P .....

over and out......