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Today, here I’m going to tell something that no shapefull person should ever say, about himself. I’m going to get even with that! There will be no escape from my revenge.

Now that I’ve lashed out, let me move onto explain myself.

Buildup

Our Hero, the soon-to-be-flat eyes shot open at an unfriendly hour. It was O’five hundred. He had a dream, an epiphany, an awaking. For months he had planned this in his mind. The day had come.  One who is realistic about it goes in thinking for his long anticipated trial by fire. Bring it on. Man will surely prevail, thought our immature hero to himself.

Our Hero was no different than anyone in his shoes. He dealt it with a smile.  As painful as anyone who has done this, will tell.

Then came the Hour

Finally he set off, alone, abandoned.  In a matter of few minutes, he made a discovery, “Gee! not bad, look at them I surely will prevail”. Fool. He began to day dream as he crossed the first sign to his relief, whether he would accept a position in Indian Olympic Team, really as much of a honour it is, but he wasn’t sure if he can fit that into his busy schedule.

At the half mark, the majority of people had stopped. He felt triumphant. Try-Im-phat what? danced past him a 60 year old! Our Hero felt he needed to take matters into his hand. He picked up the elixir. Presenting to you, Himalaya packaged bottled water. Ahhh! This is easy. Drinking.

Our Hero felt great! This is easy stuff!! Beg your pardon, what is that you said?

Wall

He frowned, the distance was growing on him.  He felt it was going to get tougher than he anticipated. Our Hero merely pushed the wall, rather he crawled. The wall has given birth to all other walls. Our Hero knew about this wall, he was prepared. Or not. The wall could not be broken by a mere mortal and with every step he realised how unrealistically mortal he is. Pain grew with every step, anyone who has stepped on a Lego block in a dark room can relate. He decided to ignore it.  Minutes later, it was no longer a conscious decision.

I will not be Denied

Our hero, being something of a pious type when faced with adversity, tried to think of encouraging scripture. Imagination held its place as leading him was a sight for any eye. Oddly, by some witchcraft the pain had turned into pleasure.  Running, it seemed was quite painful and walking was as much the same. However the sway was exquisitely appealing.

As he crossed the finish line, he felt like he walked into a dance party. With moves never seen before. Hand to knees, buttocks to ground, the place was electric.  He couldn’t talk much. Why he thought that everyone after this would want to listen to a DJ. His mind wandered towards something of his liking, The Top Ten Things That I Want To Eat Right After Having My Soul Ripped Out By The Wall. It came to eleven.

After an hour, our hero felt better.

Dead Man Walking

He shouted, “Auto!!!”

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