R U Bored??? Y not read my reallly long Love story that I wrote! It's really long!

[bluerattlesnake]

A* (really long) - Forever Love Story by Blue Rattlesnake

The past will always be the past. History teaches everybody that life has love, destruction and many tales from the crypt. What is life ? Life can be described as a game of football. Anything can happen anywhere in a game of football. Anyone can go against all the odds to victory. A man's memories are the key to his life. Are you confused ? You should be confused. Listen to Professor Bob's tale which he told to a younger generation. He told his tale on a day when the past was his great friend.
"Stop bullying me Paul White !" said Ed Mostafer.
"Ed's a Bangali boy ! Go back to Pakistan," said Paul in a harsh voice.
"Mr White, why not unleash the dragon from within instead of words to hurt Mr Mostafer ? said Professor Bob sophisticatedly. Then he added in a mysterious voice, "Do you want to hear a tale of my past in which love and destruction are combined with freedom ?
"Oh please do tell us," said Maria Loco in the softest tone. Maria's voice was sweet music to his ears.
"Yeah sir, please tell us," said the students of the class with eagerness in their eyes.
"So be it," said Professor Bob. He took a last small sip of his rich coffee as he looked once more out of the blue window.
Listen to Professor Bob's tale about his country. The year was 1971. In that year nobody had expectations, only wonderful dreams. There was love all around. The tranquil postman would always deliver every single letter with the greatest care to everybody's patient hands. There were no hi-tech metallic gadgets. There was only beauty on all sides in the countryside. Mother Nature had always kept a cunning eye on what everybody was doing. She could give from her heart one large handful of tantalizing crops. She could also take back her delicious crops with unimaginable disasters like devastating floods.
Bob's beautiful mother was special to him in an unbelievable way. Bob's mother knew if he was doing something wrong and he would correct it with help from her holy spirit. His wise mother always told him to follow his kind heart and his extraordinary dreams to his final fortuitous destination. She told him in her harmonious voice that there would be indescribable obstacles forthcoming in his life. She assured him nicely that he would have to overcome these obstacles one day. She promised neither life nor death, but that her disembodied spirit would always be with him. Her ghostly spirit would always protect him, from the mysterious dusk to the tranquil dawn.
Professor Bob was missing something in his life. It was like he had a missing jigsaw piece of his heart. He wondered whether he needed to do something wild or incredible to fill the gap in his heart. He came to the difficult conclusion that he was missing his true love. Who his true love might be, he did not know at that time.
"Ed loves Maria !" said Paul, in an obnoxious teasing way.
"Ha Ha !" said Thomas Pain.
"No, he doesn't, we're just good friends," said Maria, in a hostile voice.
"Well done Mr Pain, you have established laughter as a key to your soul," said Professor Bob with a sarcastic smile.
"Sir, have you ever met your true love and what is she like? ," said Maria in an excited voice.
"Yes, I do meet my true love, so please listen to the rest of my tale," said Professor Bob. A tear gradually rolled down his right puffy cheek as he looked at the faded black and white passport photo. It was a faded vintage photo of the person whom he had loved dearly. The expression on his face described the pain and the depression that he had suffered in his lifetime.
Jewel was Bob's true love. Jewel's beauty was supernatural. She had beautiful brown eyes and had an affectionate heart. She had the silkiest black hair known to humanity. No material in the world could be compared to the smoothness of her hair. She always had a new hairstyle every single day. Each new hairstyle was more ravishing than the previous one. Her cheeks were as soft as a baby's bottom.
She had a pure white face that could not be admired only once. Her figure was as perfect as a diamond sparkling in a jewellery shop. Her enthusiastic personality could radiate like the sun itself. She always had a silvery twinkle in her phenomenal brown eyes. The diamond like twinkle made her look mystifying. She had a delicate heart which was filled with passion, kindness and endearing love for everybody. Bob recognized her in his mind as "Miss Perfect." He met his Jewel on one unpredictable night.
One fearful dark night, he used his unspeakable bravery as a weapon to protect Jewel. He protected her against a group of thieves in a quiet, well lit park. Jewel said to him, "So you are the brilliant Bob." She spoke to him in the loveliest tone a man could have ever hear. Jewel and Bob walked around the green park for a few minutes just gazing at each other.
It was true, passionate love at first sight. They talked for a while about their backgrounds, passions in life and their dreams. They had everything in common from their love of tantalizing food to sophisticated music. He had finally found the romantic, mystifying person who could fill the gap in his heart. It was Jewel.
She walked slowly towards him. He saw in her exquisite eyes that they were meant to be together forever. She put both of her pale smooth hands around his firm neck. They looked deeply into each other eyes as if they had been lovers in their past lives. On the stroke of midnight under the white moonlight, they kissed each other slowly and lusciously. She kissed him with her smooth soft lips. He felt that he had died peacefully and gone to heaven. He was pleased to be wrong because he was kissing a white angel. The divine kiss had lasted for a few minutes but to him it had lasted forever.
At that time, there was no free country by the name of Bangladesh. There was no hope of creating such a free country. There were only East and West Pakistan. Bob, his fellow Bangali friends and loving relatives were under the control of the Pakistan Military Government. There was only one despicable government that ruled that country, the envious Pakistan Military Government.
At that time, Pakistan's Military Commander in Chief was the President of Pakistan. The President of Pakistan wanted one national language to be spoken which was Urdu. Pakistanis wanted a ban on the language spoken by the Bangali people which was Bangla. The marvelous Bangalis didn't like the diabolical Pakistanis. This led to a pitiless war which caring Mother Nature could not prevent from happening.
Sheik Majibur Rahman wanted East Pakistan to be a free country in the name of Bangladesh. He was an MP on the opposition side of the Pakistan Government. He wanted a new nation, a nation that belonged to the faithful Bangali people. He believed every Bangali person deserved freedom. He revolted against the president of Pakistan. The Pakistan military arrested him forcefully and brought a charge of traitor against him. He was taken to West Pakistan because it was safer to secure him there.
In the absence of Sheik Majibur Rahman, the Bangali people joined in the war to free their country from West Pakistan. It was total damnation. It was undoubtfully the greatest bloodshed in war between two sides that Asia had ever seen. The fight between East and West Pakistan had not used any technological weapons like cruise missiles. It was a guerilla war where there were no strategies. Millions of innocent people died painfully on each side. East Pakistan had blood dripping from its rough hands. Hope for a new nation was slowly fading as the despairing sun set on an unrighteous horizon.
Bob couldn't think about his personal safety. He only wondered if he would ever see Jewel again. Another devastating battle broke out underneath an old bridge which connected two high hills. In that battle, the good Bangali and evil Pakistani students fought against each other for freedom. On one side of the bridge was Jewel who was being taken away by jealous Pakistani soldiers. She cried out, "Help me Bob," like Miss Lane shouted to Superman. Bob couldn't think of any other simple action, so he ran across the bridge which was his only hope. He ran against all the odds of time. He must have broken the sound barrier as his feet were in unimagineable pain. Each step got him closer to his true love, Jewel. Suddenly in a flash of lightning, the bridge broke from one end as he was half way across it.
"Time for you all to go home and enjoy your summer holidays," said Professor Bob happily to the class. Ed looked at Maria's eyes and looked back cunningly at Professor Bob.
"Oh please sir, tell us your fantastic tale," said Ed, still looking at Maria.
"What happens next sir ? " said Thomas, consumed with enthusiasm.
"Sir, we don't want to go home yet. We all want to hear the end of the tale," said Maria. Maria was still looking at Ed with love in her eyes.
"Okay," said the Professor with an understanding smile, as if he could have predicted what they would say.
Bob was hanging on the broken bridge without hope. He knew that if he let go of the bridge with his bloody hands, it would be all over. He knew that he would fall slowly to a severe death, into the devastating battle below him. He thought that this was how he would leave this fair world. His hands were dripping in red blood and could not hold any longer on to the bridge.
In that isolated moment, he knew that Jewel came from Pakistan and he came from Bangladesh. He wondered in his confused mind if he was meant to be with Jewel or not.
"It's over; the end! Let's go," said Paul, craving to tease Ed after school. "No, Mr. White, it doesn't end there, without a shadow of a doubt," said the Professor.
A light breeze blew over Bob's nervous face. He was engulfed by a supernatural spirit. He felt like he was possessed by a white spirit that he did not fear. In a flash of light, he realized that it was his ghostly mother's spirit. His mother's spirit told him in her healing voice, "Follow your heart to above and beyond." He would never forget in his adventurous lifetime the last captivating sentence she ever said to him. He considered that there might be life after death.
His Mother's divine spirit refreshed all his unbearable pains and aches. Slowly he climbed up the antique bridge with the valiant strength from within. After climbing up the broken bridge, he ran quickly through the hills. He had one thought in his mind which was to rescue Jewel. He reached the border that divided East and West Pakistan.
Unexpectedly he stopped, as paralyzing fear overcame his body. He saw the greatest battle which was ever seen by mankind. It was a monstrous guerilla war between East and West Pakistan in the border that divided Pakistan into two parts. Loud noises were coming from all directions as innocent people bled to death. The earsplitting noises deafened his ears. "Help me Bob," said someone, on the opposite side of the battle. Supernaturally, he knew that this was Jewel crying for help. He finally knew that these were the obstacles he had to face.
In the name of love, he joined the battle head first. He fought with his bare fists against all the odds. He had no strategy, but he had God above him and his mother's spirit beside him. He only thought of Jewel as he punched and kicked numerous strangers. He had been stabbed in his weak left arm. Only love propelled him bravely past the demons that stood in his way.
In a few seconds, it was all over. One lonely voice cried out from the top of their lungs that Sheik Majibur Rahman had been freed from jail in West Pakistan. The cry of freedom spread around the bloody battlefield like a Mexican Wave would in a football match. Instantly, a smile came over the simple people's faces like an infectious disease but caused no harm to anybody. They shouted out as a crowd united together with joy that today, March 26th 1971, was Independence Day. This was like an echo in the valley of the Greek gods. Bob saw that a new nation had emerged. The new nation was called Bangladesh. "Freedom fighters one and Pakistan nil," said Bob excitedly, like he was at a football match. There were thousands of innocent people, dead, yet a smile grew over his face for the revolutionary nation. For the first glorious time in the history of Pakistan, the freedom fighters had won a the devastating war.
Bob looked back once more and he saw bloodshed. He looked ahead and he saw Jewel surrounded by a white light. She was an angel. She ran towards him and hugged him softly. She told him in a romantic way two special words. He would never forget these two special words in his lifetime: "forever love."
Their lips drew closer to each other as magnets would. They kissed romantically under the golden sun. The angelic kiss invigorated every part of Bob's body. The angelic kiss had lasted for a few seconds but to him it was for eternity. Suddenly like lightening, she fell into his right firm arm. Her beautiful eyes were looking up at him as if he were nobody. She had no smile on her face and her eyes didn't sparkle. He thought she had fainted. He was sadly wrong.
She was unpredictably dead. He painfully closed her luscious eyes as if he were going to bury her. There were no signs of how she had died. He couldn't believe that this was the last kiss from his true love. He looked up agonizingly at the clear blue sky. He shouted out mournfully, "O God, why has it happened to her ?" Tears slowly dripped from his puffy cheeks onto her colourless face. He only knew that God had taken away his true love from this cruel world. He finally concluded, "We are meant to be together." Once more he looked up at the clear blue sky waiting for God or someone to say something. He only heard the wind whistle, "Forever love."
"You can all go home now," said the Professor Bob, with a smile on his face. The sound of hands clapping vigorously came from inside and outside the room. Somehow many different pupils, their parents, teachers and even the school janitor were clapping from outside after listening to Professor Bob's fantastic tale.
"Thanks Sir for the great tale," said Ed with a twinkle in his eyes. Outside the dull classroom, Maria walked slowly towards Ed.
She said to Ed, "You want to find out if it was ever meant to be ?"
"Sure," said Ed. Then they both kissed each other romantically under the golden sun.
"Ha Ha.....," said Paul teasingly. Thomas punched Paul in his potato shaped nose causing it to bleed. Thomas went on with a smile to congratulate Ed.
Professor Bob looked through the blue window with a smile from the past. He whispered soothingly, "Forever love, to above and beyond."

[IRONMAN]

DEAR BLUE,

I THINK U ALREADY KNOW THAT I RESPECT U A LOT, & ALL THE MEMBERS ON THIS FORUM & OF COURSE ALL WHO R GENTLE NICE.

I'M FROM PAKISTAN. I WISH THAT THERE ARE LOTS OF BAD THINGS IN THIS CRUEL WORLD THAT COULD NEVER HAD HAPPENED.

I HOPE U WILL HAVE SAME GOOD EMOTIONS ABOUT MYSELF, AS U HAVE MENTIONED IN OTHER MAILS. & U HAVE MENTIONED THAT U HAVE GOT LOTS OF BENGALI + PAKISTANI FRIENDS.

I TELL YOU ONE THING, & PLZ. REMEMBER THAT FOR YOUR LIFE. U R YOUNGER TO ME, & I AM NOT JUST TALKING ABOUT THE SILLY WORLD'S LANGUAGE. I'M TALKING ACCORDING TO OUR RELIGION, ISLAM. IF THERE ARE LOTS OF REASONS TO HATE, IF POSSIBLE, FIND A REASON TO LOVE.


THANX FOR GIVING US A GOOD & LIVELY FRIEND IN YOURSELF,

IRONMAN.

[bluerattlesnake]

Thanks Ironman, that was deep and I mean really deep. I am truly lucky to have an older brother like you and I bet everyone else respects no more or no less as I do.
Keep on rocking! keep it real!

from Blue Rattlesnake

[IRONMAN]

Originally posted by bluerattlesnake
Thanks Ironman, that was deep and I mean really deep. I am truly lucky to have an older brother like you and I bet everyone else respects no more or no less as I do.
Keep on rocking! keep it real!

from Blue Rattlesnake

DEAR BRO. BLUE,

REALLY I'M PROUD OF YOU. I'M BASICALLY FROM PAKISTAN, AS I TOLD YOU AND I STARTED CHAT IN THIS BD.COM,& THE REASON IS QUITE SIMPLE & UNDERSTANDABLE. DUE TO OUR PAST REASONS & CIRCUMSTANCES I FEEL THAT WE ARE ONE PART & NATION. EVEN NOT GEOGRAPHICALLY BUT THERE IS THE STRONGEST REASON 'ISLAM'. SAME BACK GROUND & AREA. SAME EFFORTS TO BE CALLED INDEPENANCE IN 1947. NOW I TELL YOU SOMETHING ELSE YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE. MANY OF THE PAKISTANIS DON'T LIKE TO GOTO BANGLDESH ON AN OFFICIAL TOUR WHEN ASKED, FOR , THEY SAY THEY WILL NOT GO THERE WITH A PASSPORT, AS THAT IS OUR OWN COUNTRY. IT IS SEPARAED BUT WE ARE ONE NATION. A FRIEND OF MY FATHER WHO WAS A PAK. ARMY OFFICER ONCE TALKED TO ME A LOT ABOUT HIS LIFE AND OTHER INTELIGENT THINGS, I WAS A LITTLE SCHOOL BOY AT THAT TIME AND IT WAS AFTER THE SEPARATION OF THE TWO PARTS OF PAKISTAN, PROBABLY IN 80S. (MY FATHER IS ALSO A RETIRED ARMY OFFICER). ANY HOW I WAS SO MUCH IMPRESSED THAT I WISHED THAT I COULD GOTO THIS BEAUTIFUL COUNTRY, & COULD SEE DHAAKA. NOW ON THE T.V. I TRY TO SEE EVERY TIME THEY SHOW ANY PROGRAM OF B.DESH, SPECIALLY ON SAARC EXCHANGE.

ANY HOW THESE WERE THE REASONS BASICALLY I HAD, THAT COMPELLED ME TO HAVE BEAUTIFUL FRIENDS OF BD.COM.

KEEP IT UP LTTLE BRO. BLUE, U ARE THE PRINCE OF BD.COM FORUM, WE ALL LUV U.

AND ALL FOR LOVE AND NOTHING FOR REWARD.

ALLAH HAFIZ,

IRONMAN.

[bluerattlesnake]

Whatssssssssssup Iron man ?


Sorry, I couldn't reply back earlier but I was a bit occupied with some important. But wherever I am, you should remember that one day or the next minute or whenever, I will always reply back to your thread, as it will be a great loss to my heart and the world if I lose a friend like you.

I agree totally what you said about the unity of bangladesh+pakistan, it doesn't matter about land or language but it matters about being together as a united community all following islam. I went to bangladesh numerous times with my dad, and the last time I went, I prayed with my dad and with my mama's at the first mosque my dad prayed at and his forefathers also prayed at. + There I feel spiritually refreshed.
I also want to go and visit Pakistan because I have so many Pakistani friends who go on holiday there.
Oh yeah, I deleted the last thread, because the rattlesnake knows truly how you and many others feel about him but he wanted to see if he could catch the odd bait out, (smart isn't ?).
+ What did you know, Abs fell into it hook line sinker. But on the other hand, I am really lucky to have such a good older bro like you. Your one of kind + we should all be grateful for that.
Bangladesh is a wonderful place just as any other home land in the world with freedom shown by our monuments, history shown by or architecture and true natural beauty of the sun setting giving our fortunate eyes a glimpse of what Allah has created for us to see from the past, present and into the future. Seeing the village side is truly the heart where as I am a city guy but seeing people do their hard work, helping them out, playing around on the vast green fresh fields and eating pure ripen, fresh food that can not be bought by simple money is the goodness of the taste.
I wish I could go on but I can't actually find any other wonderful words that can describe my desh - Bangladesh. I wish I could see the world!!!!!!!!

Anyway take care, let your spirit guide you.
From Blue Rattlesnake

[IRONMAN]

Originally posted by bluerattlesnake
Whatssssssssssup Iron man ?

Anyway take care, let your spirit guide you.
From Blue Rattlesnake

BRO. BLUE,

HI! THERE.

BLUE, I'M BIT CURIOUS ABOUT U. WANT 2 KNOW ABOUT U. TELL ME WHAT DO U DO. UR STUDIES. PASS TIME. ANY THING SPECIAL ELSE THEN STUDIES. WHAT KIND OF PPL. U SIT WITH. WHAT BOOKS U READ. IT MIGHT B AN ABSURD KIND OF QUESTION. BUT WHEN UR IDEAS R A COPY; I UNDERSTAND. BUT WHEN R FROM INSIDE U; I UNDERSTAND MORE CLEAR.

I DON'T THINK U HA GOT LOT OF EXPERIENCE IN LIFE BUT STUDIED & READ A LOT 2 FORM CONVICTIONS.

CAN U DISCRIMINATE FOR ME BETWEEN A CLEVER & AN INTELLIGENT.

MUST WRITE.

THANX,

ALLAH HAFIZ,

IRONMAN.

[bluerattlesnake]

Thank you very much for your opinions but for iron man, i may not be as old as you but truly care for the things many people take for granted, and i do have some experience and there's quite alot books I reading an islamic book which is the translation of the khuthabath.

I may not be as wise as you but i speak the truth to every one and only from the bottom of my heart, i am a bangali and the mystery of the blue rattlesnake will always live on. (always keep the reader wanting more).

take care from Blue rattlesnake