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 (From the previous issue)

Published : Friday, 21 April, 2017 at 12:00 AM Count : 106
Quazi Muqshed

I was witnessing the show and was chased by the two sumos  and the samurais, most likely for more candies I just threw these to them and one of them had just taken it without unwrapping the foil ,  the other just discovered the trick though in a grosser way- the mammoth used his tasks to open and showed it to his partner, who in turn did it in proper way - by finding the fold where you have to pull while holding the other end and chuckled, showing off, from ear to ear. In the meantime the big bosses face turned into one of extreme ecstasy, not even his most selected concubines could not bring, turning it to a red hot glow and he growled almost like a cat on a hot tin roof. Then even I was not prepared for what followed : everyone in the group started to dance the most eerie sequence, something close to zumba dance with a touch of belly dance
And twist and they forced me to join too. It was at this point the land neath our feet shook a little and then there was a  thunder that and spark pierced the sky.
Suddenly we heard, not really heard but more like felt a sound a kind of sunny whistle lurking in air , more of  a bird tweet. The whole show came to a standstill as if in the game of freeze or  when the songs rendered by the two singers in Ray movie captivated everyone to be stopped or more close to the
stops left by Amadeus in his night music. Only I kept on dancing. Quite the counter image of Raghu Rai  where in a station everyone moved in a blur only one was immobile.
A whirlwind suddenly appeared -a smaller version of tornado really. When it stopped, everyone including the whole liquidating committee, the food court jurors they all looked at me with awe, wonder, desperation, ginger looks, shouting he is the one, he is the one indeed he is the one! How could I understand their soya chesean  tongue, you may ask!
I just screamed and shouted nooo , noooo, I am not, je ne suis pas, I never was ,I never wanted to be ! You rather kill me, liquidate me,  export me as originally planned. Still I wont be the one. I shall bring you lots of mint candies from where I come from. Still I beg, I beseech, I gather, I garnish
Spare me, I am just an average guy, an utter failure in life. Somebody in the crowd said the true one never admits he is the one ! Oh la lalla. Ooh la la, ooh la lalla in most neighing vocals I have heard.. And it was
Repeated countless number of times with most irritable dance moves, the most
Demented version of flamingo, tango and cha cha I have ever seen The sound and strut was really really getting on my nerve. Don't blame me it would have gotten in to the nerve of even Hercules, Achilles even for that matter to Ulysses combined that is.
Just to stop this shear madness, I had no other choice but to admit and submit and say I am indeed the one they were so hysterically mad. Just stop this weird march. In deed there was a lull. I was a bit relieved, but my admission, which came under duress and thus would not be admissible in any court, including a food court, created another pandemonium. Indeed lord tathagata was right- happiness in this world is indeed short lived.
This time they all started jumping, screaming in ecstasies, furry, ebullience, effervescence. And they started chasing me. I had no other choice but to run .
As they were chasing with shouts and murmurs, my slippers, my wonderful pair of slippers with lines inscribed from a poet of my land welcoming the first
Of new year was lost . I saw a massive sumo picking it up screaming there we
We see a sign, signs are now taken for wonder a signal in black and white that he indeed is the one. As written in the book .  A total madcap, if you ask me.
The chase in the meadow was indeed in full swing.  I was going left, right, singles, like a squash ball, hit in the wall by my champion squash marker.  Suddenly a sound of music from a hut by a river stopped me. A beautiful  melody stopped me. Two beautiful women, some of the most beautiful, one dark skinned another fair , one with an oboe another with a harp came up.
I have a thing for beautiful women you know, they attract me, physical beauty Sharp features, a good lusty figure, curly hairs, beautiful breasts always enticed me , though I must admit, the attraction with my big fat, physique has not exactly been mutual. And so did music. And they in there mellifluous voice were singing the most beautiful of number, which sounded a bit familiar.
He mixes memory with desire,
He breeds lilacs out of wasteland,
He checks, write cheques on a lake,
He kept us warm in a swarm,
At nights dead
He stops in the colonnade
And served os three kinds of
Oh late, oh laid, oh spring rain
He is the crusher of pain.
A bard of three toungues
He is the one,
He is the one.
                                                                To be continued---

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