The last day. the day destined to decide the winner of the game...

zayed knew it was his day. he dressed up in his coffee brown suit. blue shirts,striped ties. walked through the middle of the the prestigious shasthri hall.

he knew perfectly where everyone was seated.all the members in the game.the game which started from the first day of two year masters of business administration progamme.love,hatred,friendship,bagstabbing,power,politics,strategy..it had all the spice in it with full vigour and pleasure...

straight awa went to the first row of the audience shook hands with anil sir "looks like a perfect manager,good ppa...anyway better only you are married..."

zayeds mind was wandering through something else....he thanked anil sir took a comfortable seat in the front row borrowed a pen and paper from athira and stratted scribbling his last but the best speech on the most reputed shasthri hall...mean time he searched for the players in the game through the audience....

yes it was the perfect time to conclude the game...

seema is seated in the right corner with her assists on the both sides...

samir in a wage t shirt is seated with the fox prasoon to his right sharply eying zayed...

aman some where behind them with "i fouled" stamped on his face...

chandra, the silent watcer of the game with a smile....

shankar was missing in the prime time a"as usual"

"now let me call upon mr:zayed to deliver the acceptance speech on behalf of the second years..."

zayed suddenly woke up from his thoughts walked straight in to the podium..big round of applause from the junior circle he has build in last 4 months...boosted his confidence..

with a heavy breath..looked into the eyes of all the players one by one...

" the day has come for us to .....