nusrat sat down on the leather chair,his face drawn ,expressionless.he had crystal blue eyes but his gaze carried far off into a world of his own.the plump man sitting across him was definitely getting irritated.
"this is the second time"-he said"and ur still not sorry?"
silence.
"i am sorry"-nusrat said.
"and..."urged the man.
"that the world is full of the dumbest people i know and u have successfully gained a position in my list."
"you have left me no choice"the man bellowed.
"there is always one more choice"nusrat said as if to himself.
going to a flashback in this part of a story is not good.even the readers expect that.but readers want reason of the characters they confront.and all this would only deepen a sense of satisfaction.so be it.
"i told my mommy"-nusrat
"and ur mommy allowed u?"he asked.
"she agrees that crime and punishment come to honourable men"-he said
"so u agree that u have committed a crime?"the man said lit with hope.
"i told my mom agrees with me, not that i agree with her"-nusrat said.
"i played by rules mr.bozo"-he added.
"ok,enlighten me abt the rules of this err game"..the plump man prodded.
nusrat's eyes lit like a shining star.he leaned forward .
"this game is about two people for two people.i have to ask u to jaoin for a demo mr.bozo"nusrat smiled.
mr.bozo showing in an air of indifference offered.
"make a cross across the table with the chalk"-nusrat demanded.
.bozo carefully chalked a cross.his cross was christian with one line obviuosly shorter.
and as nusrat told him it had to divide the table into four it did leaving two rectangles visibly shorter than the other two.nusrat grinned in delight.
"now the second rule of the game .u have to succeed in what i tell u to do to ur cross"nusrat said.
he waited,he had started to perspire.
"now imagine this a city and u have to place ur church on the centre point give me a plan of four houses such that all of them are equidistant from the church and from the four roads u drew"-nusrat said.
"thats impossible"-the man said.
"thats why the other two boys were killed.because they made it impossible for four individuals to get equal oppurtunities to God by drawing the cross christian.when religion is in ur head even while interrogating me , and as long as cross is religion for you, i shall continue my journey of destruction.goodbye mr.bozo.u lost the game"nusrat ended his speech with slitting his throat with the flick of his sharp knife and escaped from the window.
bearded philosopher
Thursday, August 21, 2008
THE CROSS
nusrat sat down on the leather chair,his face drawn ,expressionless.he had crystal blue eyes but his gaze carried far off into a world of his own.the plump man sitting across him was definitely getting irritated.
"this is the second time"-he said"and ur still not sorry?"
silence.
"i am sorry"-nusrat said.
"and..."urged the man.
"that the world is full of the dumbest people i know and u have successfully gained a position in my list."
"you have left me no choice"the man bellowed.
"there is always one more choice"nusrat said as if to himself.
going to a flashback in this part of a story is not good.even the readers expect that.but readers want reason of the characters they confront.and all this would only deepen a sense of satisfaction.so be it.
"i told my mommy"-nusrat
"and ur mommy allowed u?"he asked.
"she agrees that crime and punishment come to honourable men"-he said
"so u agree that u have committed a crime?"the man said lit with hope.
"i told my mom agrees with me, not that i agree with her"-nusrat said.
"i played by rules mr.bozo"-he added.
"ok,enlighten me abt the rules of this err game"..the plump man prodded.
nusrat's eyes lit like a shining star.he leaned forward .
"this game is about two people for two people.i have to ask u to jaoin for a demo mr.bozo"nusrat smiled.
mr.bozo showing in an air of indifference offered.
"make a cross across the table with the chalk"-nusrat demanded.
.bozo carefully chalked a cross.his cross was christian with one line obviuosly shorter.
and as nusrat told him it had to divide the table into four it did leaving two rectangles visibly shorter than the other two.nusrat grinned in delight.
"now the second rule of the game .u have to succeed in what i tell u to do to ur cross"nusrat said.
he waited,he had started to perspire.
"now imagine this a city and u have to place ur church on the centre point give me a plan of four houses such that all of them are equidistant from the church and from the four roads u drew"-nusrat said.
"thats impossible"-the man said.
"thats why the other two boys were killed.because they made it impossible for four individuals to get equal oppurtunities to God by drawing the cross christian.when religion is in ur head even while interrogating me , and as long as cross is religion for you, i shall continue my journey of destruction.goodbye mr.bozo.u lost the game"nusrat ended his speech with slitting his throat with the flick of his sharp knife and escaped from the window.
"this is the second time"-he said"and ur still not sorry?"
silence.
"i am sorry"-nusrat said.
"and..."urged the man.
"that the world is full of the dumbest people i know and u have successfully gained a position in my list."
"you have left me no choice"the man bellowed.
"there is always one more choice"nusrat said as if to himself.
going to a flashback in this part of a story is not good.even the readers expect that.but readers want reason of the characters they confront.and all this would only deepen a sense of satisfaction.so be it.
"i told my mommy"-nusrat
"and ur mommy allowed u?"he asked.
"she agrees that crime and punishment come to honourable men"-he said
"so u agree that u have committed a crime?"the man said lit with hope.
"i told my mom agrees with me, not that i agree with her"-nusrat said.
"i played by rules mr.bozo"-he added.
"ok,enlighten me abt the rules of this err game"..the plump man prodded.
nusrat's eyes lit like a shining star.he leaned forward .
"this game is about two people for two people.i have to ask u to jaoin for a demo mr.bozo"nusrat smiled.
mr.bozo showing in an air of indifference offered.
"make a cross across the table with the chalk"-nusrat demanded.
.bozo carefully chalked a cross.his cross was christian with one line obviuosly shorter.
and as nusrat told him it had to divide the table into four it did leaving two rectangles visibly shorter than the other two.nusrat grinned in delight.
"now the second rule of the game .u have to succeed in what i tell u to do to ur cross"nusrat said.
he waited,he had started to perspire.
"now imagine this a city and u have to place ur church on the centre point give me a plan of four houses such that all of them are equidistant from the church and from the four roads u drew"-nusrat said.
"thats impossible"-the man said.
"thats why the other two boys were killed.because they made it impossible for four individuals to get equal oppurtunities to God by drawing the cross christian.when religion is in ur head even while interrogating me , and as long as cross is religion for you, i shall continue my journey of destruction.goodbye mr.bozo.u lost the game"nusrat ended his speech with slitting his throat with the flick of his sharp knife and escaped from the window.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
loochi
loochi was standing below 3 star hotel...she wanted to go into dominoes.but it was all filled up.she wanted to eat her fav chicket wings so she decided to wait.suddenly the lights went out.she thought maybe it was not wise after all to venture out alone, and that too for a taste of chicken wings.but loochi was no chicken, she was brave, thats what she told herself.the rain was not stopping.the roads ahead were illuminated by the occasional headlights of coming vehicles.a car would not be a bad idea she thought.at least she wudnt have to worry abt transport.and then that loneliness, again why did she keep getting back these flashbacks.she was sick of them.
loud laughing noise...a bunch of boys..had gathered around the spot were loochi stood.they were using lewd vocab and husky vocals..and cracking jokes at passerbys.obviously intimidated the passerbys preffered to go on and not look.loochi was caught in a spot where if she would go forward she had to cross them,and then she would have nowhr to go but back.and why would she deny herself chicken wings because of some rowdys..she wasnt scared,but yes she was worried.suddenly one of the guys spotted her.a tone of hushed mischievious planning and then all those eyes stared at her.
this disturbed loochi.she made out clearly three lanky figures in black..roadside culture stamped on them.she ignored them,and suddenly one of them came up to her,she jolted back...
trained in martial arts she knew the fastest manuevres but she was in panic and she cud not think.but the grin on the man's face made loochi's blood boil.a ketchup bottle her hands found,she smashed it within seconds on the guys head.loochi was so fast that the other 2 guys stared bluntly.was it blood or ketchup on his head ,loochi thought.he dropped on her feet and she decided she made the impact quite effectively the guy fainted before uttering anything.
the whole place was frozen and u would expect the other guys to fly into rage but loochi did evrything right.she picked up the broken bottle and started swaying it in the air.and she gave her message a broken bottle is even more deadly.they picked up their comrades and fled.
loochi stood there, the dominos guy called out to her..she went inside and had her dinner.somepart of her was lonely and the other part proud that she blew the daylight out of those roadies.the other people in the place looked respectfully at her, she didnt show any emotion,as she was trained to, respect from dead people she supposed.on her way out she took a gudang garam,smiled at her self ,smoked the cig under the umbrella and headed towards hostel.
loud laughing noise...a bunch of boys..had gathered around the spot were loochi stood.they were using lewd vocab and husky vocals..and cracking jokes at passerbys.obviously intimidated the passerbys preffered to go on and not look.loochi was caught in a spot where if she would go forward she had to cross them,and then she would have nowhr to go but back.and why would she deny herself chicken wings because of some rowdys..she wasnt scared,but yes she was worried.suddenly one of the guys spotted her.a tone of hushed mischievious planning and then all those eyes stared at her.
this disturbed loochi.she made out clearly three lanky figures in black..roadside culture stamped on them.she ignored them,and suddenly one of them came up to her,she jolted back...
trained in martial arts she knew the fastest manuevres but she was in panic and she cud not think.but the grin on the man's face made loochi's blood boil.a ketchup bottle her hands found,she smashed it within seconds on the guys head.loochi was so fast that the other 2 guys stared bluntly.was it blood or ketchup on his head ,loochi thought.he dropped on her feet and she decided she made the impact quite effectively the guy fainted before uttering anything.
the whole place was frozen and u would expect the other guys to fly into rage but loochi did evrything right.she picked up the broken bottle and started swaying it in the air.and she gave her message a broken bottle is even more deadly.they picked up their comrades and fled.
loochi stood there, the dominos guy called out to her..she went inside and had her dinner.somepart of her was lonely and the other part proud that she blew the daylight out of those roadies.the other people in the place looked respectfully at her, she didnt show any emotion,as she was trained to, respect from dead people she supposed.on her way out she took a gudang garam,smiled at her self ,smoked the cig under the umbrella and headed towards hostel.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
holi
holi has come,seasons change but the mood remains the same.i was happy for a couple of hours yesterday,just being there i guess.otherwise things are nasty,as nasty as they could get.wishing holi is far fetched thought,wishing good luck was an everyday affair.i could go on ahead and meet em guys but alas,fault of mine ,poor wretched soul i have been cursed of not moving that way.it has been my wish to see em beasties where they are seated and everythings fine and stuff like a good samartian.but i have denied myself that luxury and it chokes midway down my ailementary canal.happy holi or happy diwali i think the first word is missing eh..
Monday, March 17, 2008
rock in india
the topic is changing.how about the biggest thrash metal gig in india.9 bands one aim all the fukking headbanging u cud ever afford.the crowd was super and the energy was exhilerating.not all the bands did their best,but we liked some of the indian bands too much.there was one band named mother jane and one called millenium.both had extraordinary musicians.megadeth given only an hour,did the best they cud they rocked ...it was so fukking crazy..weed all over the air,whiskey shots,headbanging,real awesome experience.we went home in silence but we realized thrs only silence and metal,in between evrything is small talk
Friday, March 7, 2008
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
werw
things are not changing a bit.what i realized today was that its becoming difficult for the both of us to communicate.i was standing there and it was so unfair that it was the way it was.we have to talk today or tomorrow ..i hope so
Monday, March 3, 2008
reason
i am getting affected.it seems ages now since i smiled or laughed.i would like to cry to scream and have some overture of emotions.but all seems placidand all seems gone.what gud can come off it i fail to see,but i dont want to end it here like this,i demand reason.
Friday, February 29, 2008
fukk
This day was totally shit,i didnt get the live project due to lack of interaction.dont know what the fukk that means..and friends are not even close to being friends.almost strangers.i dont know its been a month now and i am shit tired of it,wanna jus close it all,wrap it up and go away far far away.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
hiccups
Days at office seem awfully wrong.I spend them in silence,never questioning the cause or the source.Its difficult and painful to stare at blank faces,faces you thought you loved to see evryday.I dont want pity though.It seems that these days are endless and the mere thought of facing them again tomorrow is morbid for me.But,somewhere in this strange quiet i have made a world for myself.I speak to myself quite often now,maybe because there isnt anyone else.There is a limit to evrything they say,a limit to loneliness,well...Its so long now that i gave up trying to find why,why exactly i was the victim of so much scorn.There are positive sides to life , i am actually quite suprised how easily i can survive all alone.Its making me strong ,and killing me.killing the softer side of me which in the future no one would dare to see.Is this happening for a reason,maybe.maybe i ought to learn that which i see so obvious in other's faces.I am dying in a certain way and somepart in me is growing.Some part that i feared to let out.That part which needs no friends.Cant they see me crying ,the morose in my eyes.If they saw that then they would give a smile,maybe thats all i need now.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
friends without
There are two kinds of fear,the fear of the unknown and the fear of the known.It is not easy to be hated.There is this feirce conflict in my brain which is beyond explanation.That is why one should never commit to his brain.Some things should be left as it is.I normally do not confront people,but when they confront me,i show my soul,now that is a mistake.when u show ur soul you can get two responses,one of which is a deadly indifference.Being emotional is a vice.it will leave u scarred and by the time ur ride ends u wont be human.this magnamus force which will wash away ur existence.that is what happens when people become indifferent to you.i dont believe in polite conversation,but i do like to laugh and be at peace with friends around.when friends refuse to let us be friends it burns me to the belly trying to figure out.what exactly do we desire,its not sympathy nor comfort,we desire belongingness.friends have to love each other,for that love is great which does not accept nor reject but lets it be.maybe i am losing my mind ,someday u will too.but at the end of the day with whatever i have left in me ill say this to ye- a BIG FUKK U.
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