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A Tribute To A Phenomenon….




Wisps of "OFF white" French cut, to go with some dyed hair…(sometimes maroon , sometimes black) is not something that is quite inspiring…The way he talks , he walks , well nothing fascinating too…Many hate him….yet he is what he had set out to be….This article is a tribute or salute to man who has given his all to one thing..a man who in spite of his limitations has been able to overcome it all and reach a level of sheer excellence, which is perhaps unachievable by most….

May be I really do not have any right to be writing something about a stalwart as he is , yet its just a few prayers for this man…that may he have a long and happy life…He has got it all from…the tastes of success and sheer excellence to something very null and void …

I shall not say who this Phenomenon is but he surely annihilates any false sense of confidence in you…An inspiration, that I feel had just shown me a streak of light at the end of a very long and dark tunnel…and I am sure to all those who are a part of that humungous family which he leads..a brotherhood to be more precise..I end it here with a salute..and a promise..i will give it all…Not just for me…but also for this man..whom I not only love but worship..too…………….

Hope I succeed in the endeavor….God Bless…

Comments

Riju said…
Its very well said dear but expected some more.......well all love sir and feel the same as you do but really liked your way of expression ..... :)
June 6, 2008 at 11:23 PM
Butterfly said…
Your post shows great repect, love and admiration in your heart for this person.:-)
Good way of writing a post, keeping the main fact secret...
June 13, 2008 at 10:00 PM
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