bearded philosopher

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.

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.

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.