Dear Friends and beloved,
What I am about to narrate is true story of a super duper mega hero. not coz he wore underwear outside his trousers. not because he had a mad land lady to deal with. he did not indulge in petty issues of saving a disaster of world wars.
super duper mega hero, he is different just like all of us. he has rosen the ranks of hero - dom with far more pace than any virar local. he began as a push around and slowly gradually grew beyond his favorite heros (Mickey mouse & donald duck).
he fights the eternal war between the dark and the light (green light and red light). he is last man between the silence and the noise (honking traffic and empty roads). he is the one travelling with a tearing speed of 10 kmph through the webs of the evil (mumbai traffic). surrounded my malign intended people (fellow bikers and rickshaw associations) he keeps his focus high and gathered. moves towards his goal (Cafe Coffee Day) with unaltered determination.
He is all set to fight for the rule of the -drive in your lane principle and horn ok please.
something bothers him. he had a regular day at work (reading books at CCD). he did not encounter any ancient or mythological character, blood sucking demons (nymphomaniacs), cash burning monsters (gold diggers), he met the normal pretensious bunch of people. but he turns side to side for hours till he hears the dog's bark (the divine calling- surely coded) in symphony for 14mins.
he rises from his bed determined once again to prove his humility despite his great strengths and even greater ambitions.
our super duper mega hero sets out at on a secret mission at sharp 3.18am (EARTH TIME) from his highly secretive hide out at his cave in dahisar (address can be made available on request). he rides his 100cc scooty setting the road ablaze. smokes blurts out of the silencer. with his head gear on he does not look any longer human. he cud be a distant in laws of the green goblins. he flies dirt as he passes by.
Riding through the smell of dried shit along the path he trespasses through the area of the black and yellow bugs (rickshaws), he crosses few dog demons who have transformed themselves into stones (how foolish of them to think that they shall escape the super duper mega hero's bluetooth eye).
The C43UTVCJU4CTG - star ship (cycle chai wala) awaits him at the next lamp post. trying to penetrate the super duper mega hero's mind. but little does he know that his plastic helmet with thermocol within is sufficient to save him from 100 atom bomb explosions. our super duper mega hero ignores him and continues to doze the night flies (global terrorism), while he drives without any eyewear.
he smells conspiracy and the feel trickles from his nostrils to his endodermis (skin, sorry have to use words without relevance in sci-fi. can't help). suddenly with the largest organ of the integumentary system made up of multiple layers of epithelial tissues that guard underlying muscles and organs (skin what we say) that it is raining.
but as we know (god knows) our super duper mega hero has a trouble dealing with rain drops making direct contact to his intricately clothes fabricated under special supervision of visionary JOCKEY. he has to look for shelter. he applies brakes instantly. of course mother earth takes him in a tight embrace (basically he falls) and the bike comes trying to get onto him. but our super duper mega hero manages to escape with torn jeans, bruised knee - bleeding profusely, scratches on the swanky time flying - gravity obeying scooty, some scars on both arms, watch with the giant robot control is lost in the event, and little more. but our super duper mega hero stands to his feets in just 90secs. he sheds of the dirt and puts up a brave face (not much to do since he was alone in street apart from the green goblins, invisible UFO's and few alien space craft made in china hovering in the dark space above).
he takes cover under the next ATM he finds. Half drenched he waits for the rains to halt.......
till he moves on to the next advneture... u can look at some foot modelling by me in the attached files. and pls no calls...why am i saying so ? because if u like it or no even super duper mega hero can have a life of his own. no everything is public.
lots of love with some energy packets.
horn ok please
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