Punch of Society
Punch of Society
“Autograph!”
“I love you so”
“Autograph on my arm please”
“I can’t believe I’m seeing him in real” A girl shrieked and fainted. Ambulances were already there to give treatment to the fainted fans.
He had just come out of Abu Dhabi Grand Prix. He had been there practicing for the final race taking place the next day when he was surrounded by his fans. At that moment he felt like what Satan had felt for himself. Arrogance! He used to feel that whenever his fans strived to have his close look. “Everyone wants me” He was thinking to himself proudly. “This world is incomplete without me.” He was going deeper and deeper in Arrogance Ocean. “My fans will even die for me!”
Dawd’s name didn’t need any introduction in his country. He was the number one Formula Race Driver and so intimate in public. Fast as wind… No! Faster than the Wind! He was handsome with till neck golden curls and light goatee. He was above 6 feet tall. No kidding! Girls really used to faint seeing their favorite personality in front of them. He was the brand ambassador of many international companies. His lived in huge mansion in Glasgow. He had latest Veyron Bugatti, Ferrari and Lamborghini in his sports cars collection. He used to give importance to the taste-of-the state in his every action. Leave alone dressing, styling or talking but even in his faith! He used to offer salah sometimes at home. But whenever he was out, he missed them. Thinking, ‘what will the society think of me? A mullah!’ He even didn’t keep beard. Just a light goatee because that suited him.
“The air is full of high spirits! I can feel them. Can you, John?”
“Yes Peter! I can feel them even roaring at one another” John chuckled.
“Only five minutes are remaining for the beginning of the Biggest Event in the History of Racing”
Peter and John were doing commentary in the 10th International Formula One Race. Participants sat in their cars. The crowd gave a standing ovation when Dawd sat in his
“Autograph!”
“I love you so”
“Autograph on my arm please”
“I can’t believe I’m seeing him in real” A girl shrieked and fainted. Ambulances were already there to give treatment to the fainted fans.
He had just come out of Abu Dhabi Grand Prix. He had been there practicing for the final race taking place the next day when he was surrounded by his fans. At that moment he felt like what Satan had felt for himself. Arrogance! He used to feel that whenever his fans strived to have his close look. “Everyone wants me” He was thinking to himself proudly. “This world is incomplete without me.” He was going deeper and deeper in Arrogance Ocean. “My fans will even die for me!”
Dawd’s name didn’t need any introduction in his country. He was the number one Formula Race Driver and so intimate in public. Fast as wind… No! Faster than the Wind! He was handsome with till neck golden curls and light goatee. He was above 6 feet tall. No kidding! Girls really used to faint seeing their favorite personality in front of them. He was the brand ambassador of many international companies. His lived in huge mansion in Glasgow. He had latest Veyron Bugatti, Ferrari and Lamborghini in his sports cars collection. He used to give importance to the taste-of-the state in his every action. Leave alone dressing, styling or talking but even in his faith! He used to offer salah sometimes at home. But whenever he was out, he missed them. Thinking, ‘what will the society think of me? A mullah!’ He even didn’t keep beard. Just a light goatee because that suited him.
“The air is full of high spirits! I can feel them. Can you, John?”
“Yes Peter! I can feel them even roaring at one another” John chuckled.
“Only five minutes are remaining for the beginning of the Biggest Event in the History of Racing”
Peter and John were doing commentary in the 10th International Formula One Race. Participants sat in their cars. The crowd gave a standing ovation when Dawd sat in his