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SAVIOUR OF THE WORLD

The United States President had just called an emergency meeting of the leaders of the world.

Agenda –
To discuss the rampant lawlessness in the entire world and find a solution to it. From Chicago to China, there is chaos every where.

The NASA Scientists have reported some asteroids moving in at 800 Lightyears Speed towards the earth. And it is expected to hit the world in ten days time.

To top it all, Osama Bin Laden and the 163rd Son of Saddam Hussein have joined hands with the Taliban to chalk out a master plan to destroy US, India, Pakistan, Russia and the entire Europe.

The President’s trusted SWAT and other military forces have turned hopeless against such an evil uprising within the Country. The local heroes Bat Man, Spider Man and Super Man have been tamed by some unknown Alien Force, which has been sending signals to different countries about their intention to invade the Earth.

“The doomsday is here.” The new President thought. “Who will save the world?” The President cried. Every other Prime Minister, President and heads of Countries attending the meeting also cried. “There is no hope. There is nothing we can do. There is no one we can turn to, not even God.” Cried the President.

“Stop! There is hope. The God may not save us, but there is …...” Said a voice. It belonged to a bearded man wearing a spectacles. Every person in the hall turned towards him. He looked like a Professor of Economics. He had a cloth tied around his head, which to some, resembled a loin cloth of the caveman “There is still one man who can save us.”

“One man!” people asked him incredulously. “Is he as good as our Superman, He Man, Spiderman, Bat Man?”

“Better", he continued "He is more than that.”

“Is he a cop i.e. a super cop?”

“Amongst many things, he also the superbest cop.” The bearded man continued. “Listen, there is still one man who can save us. Trust me. He is the best.”

“Will he solve all our problems? Will he help us handle the Russian Mafia?” That was Putin.

“That’s a ten minutes task for him.”

“Can he stop the asteroid?”

“He will kick it so hard that it will forget its origins and destination, and stop just like that. Another ten minutes task.”

“What about Osama, Hussein and the Taliban?”

“Those guys will simply wet their pants at his sight.”

There were murmurs in the hall, murmurs of hope. They wanted to know more about the supreme super hero, the new world Captain, who will save them from all the evils that had engulfed the world. “Where is he? Who is he? Has he handled such things before?”

The bearded economist went on to explain the exploits of the superhero, the revolutionary leader. The bearded man showed video clippings, images of this super hero.

The hall was filled with not just hope, but an immense faith that world can survive any assault. Thanks to this Super Hero. There were tears running through cheeks of every body in the hall. Hall was flooded with tears.

Tears of hope, Tears of faith, Tears of joy.

The superhero is none other than …………






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