It's all over :-) :-(

7:05pm, b wing, da-iict :
I had a bad night out the day before and slept at 12 in the afternoon, wrapped in a good warm blanket. For some reason, i was not at ease with my sleep which usually is my best comapnion through out the day through out my life. As a wallowed lazily in my bed I heard someone knock at the door. It repeatedly kept on knocking. Usually I would give a damn to it, but as i have already said, this was not just another normal day and I am forced to open the door. there was no one out there, i scanned the corridor carefully but could spot none. In fact i knew there was nobody. It's my innerself knocking repeatedly at me foreboding evil. As i turned back i could not stop glaring at him with a blurred eye. OH MY GOD! he's gonna do it. he's fully equipped with the right equipment and is going to do it now. I cursed sagar for encouraging him into the mission. I was immeadiately on my foot. As i approached there i just stopped for a second and spotted him. It was not like "it came and it went." It took rather a lot of time, but all i could do is stare at him helpless as he went along with the operation. It was all crumbling down to the earth. uprooted from their deep foundation it all shattered into pieces and got washed away. Now, its no more the blurred vision i always had. it's clear, crystal clear i would say, his intentions are clear and the damage is already done as people glared agape with a blank eye, shocked and unable to accept the reality.
YEAH! IT'S CRYSTAL CLEAR, HE NO MORE HAD THE MUSTACHE WHICH USED TO BLOCK HIS CHARM.

the fifth gate opens at last

As i flew to my right or that's what i thought, i sensed the ball curving away from me and decided to put it all one last time. In a jiffy my subconcious mind pulled my left hand from nowhere towards the vicinity of the ball that was flying a bit slower than what what could be termed a rocket. The ball caught my left middle finger and misinterpreted my anticipation to be something else(you know wat). The ball got angry and rejected to deflect. It patted hard on my tiny finger, and the already injured finger appeared too small to bear the weight of the football championship. As I glared with a blank eye the ball gave a deathkiss to my finger, whispered slowly that itz not gonna take my middle finger and flew through the beautifully painted white poles. All at once all of them went off at once, the ball, the championship, the hope, everything... As i lay on the green grass with a tainted blue sports wear, it all happened... and the next time i found myself untieing my shoe in my room.
"If i had jumped a bit early, i would have"
"If i had moved to my right...."
"had i waited..."
"if i....."
"had i ...."
my mind suddenly started learning binaries... either it thought of if's or had's but nothing else....
i knew that it's only a matter of time to realise the goodnesses of the fifth penalty going in....
so if you wanna know it... you have to wait.[:p]