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Our Life N Our Space Our Life N Our Space Act of Bravery
Our Life N Our Space Our Life N Our Space Act of Bravery
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What is the most daring thing that a person can do? You may say putting your head inside a crocodile’s mouth or squeezing the balls of a sleeping lion. May be rotating your manhood in front of a beehive appear masculine to you. But I say, there is one act which is far more daring than all these silly stuff. And I did that yesterday. I can’t say that gave me immense self satisfaction, nor did I feel in the cloud nine; in fact a feel of guilt over powered my mind. Of course the guilt is nothing like murdering a beautiful girl without raping her, neither is it like not killing a fat rabbit for the so called love for animals. The guilt is something different. Some novel feeling which is a fine blend of embarrassment, mirth and bravery coupled with defiance to all—a I don’t give a fu*k attitude.
Of course, from my birth I was a very courageous man. During my childhood I had the courage to run away when my younger brother tried to beat me; but always spiced up things in a way that he used to get all the thrashing from my parents. In school, I used to break my friends’ scales or pencils and goof up things in such a manner that an innocent soul would get the punishment. And why did I do so? That gave me immense pleasure, like a cup of ice cold water is poured on to my head on a hot sunny day in Kalahari. My college life was even more sarcastically dangerous whose details; I won’t think it is appropriate to go into.
Coming back to my yesterday’s daredevilry; when I returned from office yesterday and reached home I laughed my heart out. “Oh boy! What have I done today, and can I ever repeat that, or so to say do I ever want to do that again?” A very difficult question in deed? And I won’t answer. Things of bravery happen by themselves. Like when on bed with a girl you start cuddling her flesh mounds, in some particular situations you do some acts involuntarily, which are depicted as brave acts. No fu*king batsman can ever face the Brett Lees or Shoaib Akhtars without fear, but it is the situation that makes the scene such a mess that, warm blood pumps into his meat and makes that plump thing erectile and embolden him to face the 150KMPH speed red cherry as easily as if he is going to play with the tits of a prostitute. Of course they are brave hearts, but it is the fu*king situation that accentuates their bravery and self sacrifice to our eyes. So as a true worshiper of situational omnipotence, I believe the situation yesterday gave me the chances to do something which no lesser souls will dare to do. Doing that act needed a bit of self sacrifice and I did that. I sacrificed my ego and encrypted my name in the long list of brave hearts. I am a brave soul now and standing on an alter I warrant the respect and submission of all the lesser that mortals that roam around me.
So what did I do yesterday? I will definitely tell you but before hand let me warn you one thing, the act requires a lot of guts and potential dangers are involved in it. Don’t try this. Don’t mistake this warning as a statutory warning on the packet of cigarette. I know when you know what I did; you would never dare to do that. And finally the curtain raiser—
Yesterday I had a meeting with a very important client in a closed fully air conditioned room. 8 members were present including me and when the meeting was in full swing, in the closed room I FARTED, a real loud and stinky fart.
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