..........clash of the titans.............

clash of the titans was the word....fast spreaded and shall take place on feb the 29th...the leap year,
the promos shall begin being flashed all over everywhere at the dawn of going year...being washed in the muggy beer,


the entire hilsa river is booked so that fleet or the crew be swarmed along with glasswalas gulping down the yummy fried garlic fishes,
the sailing begins...the music begins to flow..the tales from the wonderlands come dancing down as swinging intoxicated hisses,


wow...how...the heads swung while in anticipation of charming one that wud put in arena his or her stake,
men women folks and ones from off shores...these heads are not serpent hoods..but are of those charmers of good life they know...for they enjoy this without any impending hate,


the gathering has turned into groups...the groups into companies...the companies into close twos,
little did ask any from any...in a shimmering symphony the cozy twos have begun...tip tap dancing...in a move to woo the you,


in a way the clash of titans had begun in and all over in sky the galaxy of stars had been watching this with amazing tick-lings,
the lights had been getting lowed gradually...and then suddenly only the jewels on wrist shinned and started blinking,


is it...but is it..or was it...really the promos...as were told about...the show the clash of the titans...that shall take place..on feb the 29th the leap year,
while the anticipation was the sheer guess work...who wud be the titans..that wud clash..but with what..with swords..or guns..or footballs..or with bats..or with any other thing...without fear,


the climax builds upon in guessing the names of the titans that shall jump in the fray,
the big names were being guessed upon...the stakes were being discussed....picking yet another chicken tikka..and a drink..from the roaming serving tray,


then suddenly the suspense gets blown over and at the stroke of midnight hour..to welcome the new year..the lights get flashed again..and champagne flews from the corks,
on arenas its the new watch...By the Titans...the sleek...the jeweled...as if...to the good times ahead it shall give an enlightened spark,


Oh how...oh wow...its the surprise party by the big time teller who launched yet another Titan that would tell about the good time,
On anvil it is the new watch...give it the name....my guess is its the Titan's Rhyme or the Titan's Prime.......

..fun..

fun frolic music and masti and intended fun were the invites that were given to the selected fews,
in inviting them they were asked to come equipped with funny calibers..and the urge was to be jovial at best..and do the new,


in doing new..a kind of openness is required that sees and perform things in proper prospectives to enthrall the generous fun,
in being generous it simply means..that amidst worries..amidst troubles.. remaining sad is of no use..so to remove heaviness.. its good to say..i am done,


i am done with sad thoughts and i am unable to carry these along to that that far..in those who by default or say nature are gigglier glees,
the glow on their faces are sparkling.. possibly funs they imbibe within them..and practicing with others.. that to practice a fun..they make jovial pleas,


on one scale..they weigh the thoughts that are heavy..in corresponding direct correlations..to the feelings that are pleasant and extremely lights,
the scales funnly tilts towards feelings that are light.. as staying burdened with heavy thoughts all the times..make life miserable with upsetting plights,


and for how long can one carry the sad thoughts in one's mind.. sordidly to win a guineese prize.. is yet to get gauged by the people who should be more sads,
as such games are played sportingly..to convert sads into merries.. happily to apply for guineese medals.. that get gauged by those for whom keeping smiles are fads,


the fads to keep fun alive are the trends that are as old as the civilisations and are as modern as the latest developed trendy tool,
and thus in making the efforts to enthuse funs and be jocund jocose.. the entertainers make special space to laughter.. asking ones to be the best fools,


the fools in evoking foolishness make a fool of themselves as intelligently they know this is the best way to pastes the smiles,
the smiles are the real arcs that get glowed on the faces..who dutifully save themselves by keeping these up.. just to travel the upcoming miles,


the upcoming miles are the new vistas ready to get explored by the path finders..who treat life as one mega mega gift of one funny God,
God is who..maybe the Godson's or God daughter.. i do not know.. but to keep up with that.. i often paste a smile as arc.. thanking.. the big Lord,


the big Lord should be the fun..and is nt it.. who is the omni potent Maalik or the Maalikan.. of all the lands that are available on this earth,
from whom has that lord acquired all these and through which deeds.. i do not know.. but can you smiling break this story and in monetary terms tell the Lords worth...

.... evocating...

eventually evoking the strong and evocating images that seemed memorable of the time that has just gone by,
the deep evil tht got evolved into you.. thus made you an exceptional exeunt.. asking doers to quit.. even when they have given their best try,


the best tryers are those who on the days of tryings have worked so hard and literally soaked deep into the lessons they had to read,
gathering data from here to there and making some dreamy plans to get into the gates they have an inclination for.. and not through force or immoral plead,


and they on seeing their efforts going into waste n thus imagining the worst that can happen to them..thus losing the heart and way.. to succeed,
should this happen to them and why and for what benifit when you in your own lives earned the half of these..and brazenly are the ones who lead,


lead to where..possibly to those theological notions..that say.. its not hard to put brakes into the ways..coz not much effort is needed in this way,
just exert a diktat and paste on the board..and hitlarically pronounce..youngs..naa aana iss place you bravados.. quit and go elsewhere and make a pray,


made a pray to whom and why..when in these days of teenage and exuberant youth they are supposed to enjoy the new vistas of future that they visualise,
and diktators..are you a spent force.. please do practice what you preach.. the experiences of you is to be there in proper unison and wise synthesize...

............its all right...as usual.....

"right...its all right as usual...giving right meanings to every thing that you did and you do and you shall do,
emotions you did show when you were in it....and when out of it...the self said...big NO...you asked who are you",


during my own university days i had heard or rather witnessed a bizzare and aloofy love story,
a chemistry post graduate student..ignored his classmate..who liked him...as if in her emotions there was a blasting theory,


perhaps her self esteem called her finally one day at her moments of extreme tears..and ordered her to ignore the one that you really like,
she became her own...studious...outgoing...working on formulaes..and enjoying...but never did she said to that man...for your ignorance to you i dislike,


and from here the bizzare tale of manly possessive ness began to tell its funny tales,
the one who pretended in his macho days..that he was really manly...had begun to fall for her..and on occasions being the really sick as pales,


to the extent that he grew his beard to those extreme lenghts that otherwise had always showed the glowing face,
so deprssed was that poor guy...coz he pretended he was manly...but as REAL MAN he cud not hear the real cajoiling of his love..that was out to put her LOVING CASE,


since it was love....the pure love...without any expectations...hence in her the emotions or feelings were as pure as the one of the freest....that to me its the only YOU,
but that man...in company of his own alike friends....did show to them...that look he was macho...and could ignore the one who liked him....courtesy..the pulls of sycophants show,


the pulls that always said to him...that man...you look like greek/roman god.. am handsome...and the girls all over shall fall for you,
little did he knew..that true love comes in life just for once...never ever afterwards..but then in being macho...you unmanly have this guts to say..oye who are you?,


......but in life....a mover..who despite all her likes....is or was always boooed or hated for her shows of  loving emotions,
why...coz she ran for you...swored on your name...had been with you...had no other name in her mind...and your idea was her the only notion,


......but then then then.....the womanly sanity in her....on its concluding day....did DID prevailed,
she said its ok....its all right...silently gathering courage within her...she firmly parted her ways...but did pray...you be healthy and haled..........


hardly was there any angust in her....hardly was she disgraceful...and was ever smilling and within her sanity..that said...budhu...let go,
this is life...you like one...you do not get..so say...its all right...its ok.....have belief in you...crack a joke....i needed that oxygen...but look it mixed with THAT fussy C2O.........
                     
         ..............................oh.. give me your invented telescope...you the inventer Galileo..... 
                                    
                                ........ho ..ho..ho...ho.....

....in hate...

in hate instead of peeling onions to know its origin..these days i write lines to tell that i hate to hate the you,
in hate instead of getting boiled to 1000 degrees....these days i write lines to tell that i follow a doctrine to sell the sport shoes,
                                                                                                                                


the surface of these are soft and soles are strudy and are made of rubber the pure,
the uppers of these are just too designy and beautiful..you fix your feet init...and sprint just becomes your trademark for sure,


the kicks to hit the balls..just be a part of you...when the studs down there inspire you to..glide...strong stronger to hit the ball or score a goal,
the spikes or the nails under some fierce swinger...just fool a batter..who came on the front foot...the ball swung around ones legs..the wickets behind did faaaaaul,


the wooden courts on those come out in swanky outfits..the those..who enjoy the flights of shuttles..just gleeful get absorbed to control the sparrows,
what's in the name of these dear.. they giggle..here is the smash..and here is this drop...oh you returned all these..then take this one as my acccy arrow,


the courts of clays...the courts of grassy greens..attract the many...who set their foot on these...wearing ofcourse sporty shoes,
the purpose of all the above ones just remain the one..to earn name, money and the fame...where did can any one find them saying that i hate the you,


well then when the games are over..and you have marvelled all along by doing much better or just came back after winning a title,
the time for you is to party and party hard...wearing and being glamorous..to show you are fit and sexy..to your pecker peckish..voyager Michel,


then again what's in the name...you get the one..with any name...who in you arouse that passion that make you complete and full,
a sick is just too list less and life less...a player know this...as they toil hard... work hard...sweat profously to earn...and in their life can never be any sad lull,


and in hates...the sledgings often over the hittings or over the ousters..arouse always some interesting tales,
" captain HE got RUNNED OUT..so ZAHIR HAI NA..he is getting older..becoming from a sprinter to this slowed thou visibly he is hearty and hale",


surprise ooooo surprise...the captain turns back..gives an irritated looks like an old man..bends and start walking towards him..making bat his supporting cane,
"cough cough cough...Zaiur i kinda seems have not worn proper batting shoes..so got the OLD ONE..ya rite..Zaiur..seeya..i made ths bate a cane...invite you to give me a RUB TO EASE MY PAIN....(smileesss)",


equally sporting gets the Zaiur..."ha..ha..ha...ha..hats off to you the captain as to me you are one of the most finest subtle and toughest captain to deal ,(with)
but but but...smiles...discard these old pairs of shoe..i"ll bring you the new one when i come to give the RUB..but meanwhile take this zappi of me...to get instantly healed", (smiles)



and then in coming amidst the hectic parleys of daily life through which it was the maverick trade mark of you..to initiate a super process,
and then you recalled the days from where you began by saying..that in the world of entrepreneurs.. the combinative.. not the combative work brings the success,


the success that came and surprisingly along with... it brought the voice that got shuffled as flirt..in the tubes that were null and void,
the friction you thought shall bring the sparks..hence took the air off from the space.. but forgot the law.. that voice never travels in world of devoid,

despite having every thing, every mean of potent communication and every aspect of comfort.. the virtual hate somehow made a shadow upon the you,

the one who just worked..got all the boots and hoots,, boo's and wooo's.. had to gather the double strength to absorb the pain.. thinking what more could i do,

could i do..just to sit at home or be addictive of drugs and drinks and make abuses to call the entire world full of trouble rs and untrue,

could i be..just a destructive and an instinctively horrible animal whose eyes would glow with thoughts.. of me.. piercing your abdomen to murder you's,


instead of all these thought..while travelling all along or by getting absorbed in work..the tears ofcourse did roll out from my eyes,
never shown these to any..as these were my moments of pains..the solitary pain i had had.. and possibly thinking the gift of you the mighty for my little tries,


the tries were and are and shall ever ever remain..to overcome these sadist thoughts of me..that should never get clutched into combative deeds,

so in hates i hate to hate the you..and as metaphor just sell the goods to sustain and to make a living.. just to be reasonable with comfortable greed...

...........return of peter seller.....

on seeing certain fascinating buyers the seller returned to sell the goods or services from one's office or shop,
else one was busy somewhere..making big plans..and making enquiries..why the buyers had stopped coming in and dashing offs all hopes,


stopped to come at one's shop to buy the goods or services the seller always so smilingly sold by excitingly explaining the visible and invisible merits, 
mixing one's skills with some dollops of cheesy and spicy puns..the buyers got so intrested in..buying what one sold...the skills returned as seller dexterous-it,


showing the muchy faces...that had regained radiance...the flawless laughters...the seller the peter...vigourously..vied with buyers..to do..what was asked,
a song to sing..or a story to tell..or a lesson to teach..or an investment tip to give...or a design to draw and give...or simply as one fine trader...the seller returned to complete one's task,


the return of peter the seller..the ONES who on seeing the buyers always flourish with health that is pinkish hearty and the hale,
the truth is just this..on occasions..the buyer become sellers..the sellers the buyers...uniquely this interdependence is the ONLY TRUTH in this vyaparik KHEL....

eloped..

eloped to be have a feel that somehow i did come to know that in my mused missing...here is.. "i am"..who you finally as CEO say.. aah i like,
eloped into my own set of loving people as one minute subset...just to have that cuddling rejoices..that say do not go and stay..and accept this pay hike,


in knowing that i've been elevated..as being brandish...BHAAG GAAYI... with my creativity..that usually got the results...possibly in incoming desired s,
and in knowing that i shall be trooped as scaler and summitter.. an adventureous...i eloped to be what i am.. a human being..made of flesh and bones..not as one irony wireds,


in knowing that yous have made me an object of your vice, critical and full some furore punching butts,
i eloped...to stay alive and live for the ones i really really love...and  tobe who am i...to keep your pouncing mouths shuts,


in admitting i did admit this time and time again...here is one that you know me..as the one..who is just as natural and in acknowledging what you DO achieve,
in acknowledging...i DO want you this to know...that i am not a censor board..who would deplore your artistic talents..rather would give the space..to express ideas you perceive,


but yet...i have eloped...to know what..i do not know...so can say its that wonderful and time tested old tact...to enjoy this PAID holiday,
perceived that i am mentally tired..which i really am not...as in fact i planned this eloption well in time...to rewrite something versatile with fullest beaming bay,


in being me a kind of intuitive...you somehow wrongly perceived yourselves as one herd of those hairy sheeeps,
the fluctuations in trades just have to be anticipated well in time...can pat on shoulders..look i have this privilege to look into future..taking  giant leaps,


hence coming back to present..you may conclude..or put your entire assets..on winning moments..though of course will love to look as one risky idiot foool,
since its courtesy the privileged leaps of eloptions into future..that you earned..perhaps through meditations...hence in those times..what you get..come by being calm and cool,


the dedication that i put into my endeavours..without thinking anything else..except the success that i should get in whatever i do,
possibly its this meditation..done with a purpose..and forgetting everything else.. except the goal..and perhaps that's how my wishes for you come so true,


in you being known as worthy of good wishes and being granted wholesomely by Almighty.. somehow i pretend that i vanished from the scene,
but i stayed in the side lines..to see you enjoy your health and wealth..but where is my share i do ask..but in that calmly noise you heard nothing..and nothing seen,


anyway in knowing you now are with these glittering glazes in your eyes..that see the incoming $$$$s..from the vanished space..i wished gosh..it were sterling pounds,
smilingly i saw you flooding with pounds..and you converted these into your rupeees.. the big buyers then are just back..with those earned strengths..hence see markets jumping abounds,


in being bearish or rather a cruel bear..you somehow..have made a point..with a punch..that with the changing times..change your outlook towards monit(e)ring policies,
whats the use with the GDP at nine with inflation at 9..as at those times the nullifying impacts..will just force ones to get eloped..and re-emerge into economies..booming with buoyancies,


so should i say...that i do intend to elope or get vanished..to peep into future..to see whats.. whats special and reformative innovative plans are to be unveiled,
boosting financial packages to those entrepreneurs..who want to enhance capacities with a dedicative purpose..hence the success of them be rewritten..without any tightening curtails,


the lands that are to be seen with agricultural produce on regular basis...hence a unique, firm and irrefutable..path is paved..that reach direct to the huts of farmers on margins,
in being privy to all these to see happening..a leader gets eloped..into the BRIGHT FUTURE..to come out and look risky idiot fool..but in real..becomes the CAUSE of this changing chargin....


 and begins the.....


                                                      .....beginning..


hence thereafter and certainly with a conviction and a purpose...the captain finally arrived to play the best innings of his life,
the beginning is of that winnnnnnning strek...that will put his boys and him on the heights of glories...a golden era is just about to begin..this he confessed to his wife,


smilingly..he narrated this cozy incident to his boys..and said.."its the time..to make it what you dream..coz if its not now..then its never,
all we have to do...is to give our 1000 percent...by being one for the ten.. and boys...for the eleventh...best of me will be given..as keeper the clever,


and in being clever i mean that i am not cunning cult..who will ditch his own team mates and will never indulge to play with them the spoiling games,
in being clever..i mean that i shall definitely study the mind of an opponent batter..and will convey this to you the boys.. that's line and length to make him tame,


and by being one to ten...i clearly urge you to be a cohesive unit as one 100 percent tenner..hence in opponents camp..it has to be this GOONJ..this is a UNITED TEAM,



let there be no confusion...let here be no other talk..except this...that as one dream of a plus billions...we are here to be.for what we have earned this prized cap,
no mistrust...no misunderstanding...no confusion..can creep into US..as we are the unit...we are the nation's hope..and we are the ONE..AND VICTORY IS OUR ULTIMATE MAP...."