Thursday, July 14, 2005

...from the cradle to the grave.(part III)


twelve years had passed away....the little boy had grown enough....to say "no" when his mother asked him to come with her to the neighbour's party....though he was still frightened to sleep alone in the nights....he was still in the regime of the fear of the dark.....n' it was more in the the daylight when he was good in pretendin to be a grown up kid......"pretendin".....the gift or the curse he was inherently blessed with!

he was moved to a bigger school as his mother thought.....bigger classrooms n' wider playgrounds are goin to broaden his future.....somethin which she was so concerned with.....n' what did he think??...he didn't!...he was never bothered with such questions....n' so did he walk in this new world.....a world of wider space but narrower minds......a world of longer reach...but shorter visions.....a world with a loaded future....but a hollow present!..but he liked it....like an ant which was suddenly taken out of his anthill to a large field....though largeness was confusin...yet confusion could be so amusin at times!

it was here when he first learnt that inhalin nicotine was a proof of ones masculinity....as claimed by the veteran members of this macho cult!.....it was here where he first learnt that people actually earned a lot of money by sellin magazines that had photos of nude women!.....it was here where he learnt that respectin others was not really a need of the hour......a world he had to live in to reach his dreams.....a world where most lived a life of a dirty "whore" who does everythin only for a payback!

but his innocence was yet to be stolen by this world....though this world did not go unnoticed by him....but it definitely went unattended...n' thus, he was often encountered by surprises, accidents n' delirium....his first surprise was in the science class when his teacher asked the class "write on the extinction of the dinosaurs".....which he did in his most honest words...."Dinosaurs used to draw images on the sand.....but no one ever understood what they meant....sick of all those unrequited emotions....the dinosaurs finally succumbed to a broken heart disease."

the boy was asked to leave the class next day for givin the stupidest answer....though he felt he was only tryin to be honest with his answers.....loiterin in the empty corridors of the big school....it was the very place where he.......subconsciously though.....was moldin himself for the purpose which laid hidden.

n' it wasn't long enough....when he first came to know about the bonds of friendship when he met his first friends.....somewhere in those corridors of uncertainity n' doubts....n' soon he began to realize that he alongwith his friends....had the art of bein the entertainers....providin entertainment to people for no reason at all.....or rather there were reasons.....which made 'em believe that people actually listened to 'em when they spoke....but it were the jests that they were listenin to.....only for the sake of bein entertained!.....but they didn't care.....even if it made 'em no bigger than official clowns..they didn't care.....even if they knew that the ones who finally locked the circus were actually the last ones to leave....they didn't care!

n' he soon thought that he had learnt what he gotta do....n' felt that he could make people laugh..he could make others think...he thought that he could create a canvas where he could make others see how his world looked like....he thought he was a bit different from the rest but with a purpose....just like the shootin star.....he thought that he could really make his presence felt just like the songbird of the four syllables that he was so familiar with......'n he walked on.....though alone.....he was yet to feel the presence of his solitude.

still to be continued....a tale of a boy who wanted to survive....he just needed to survive.....its a tale of the promises.....that he made from the cradle to the grave.....a story about his unexistin existence.....which he thought was more than on right or wrong.....a journey of discoveries without any proofs.......

3 Comments:

Tabula_Rasa said...

Need i say that u write well?

D'yer Mak'er said...

@nomadic_waves -->>.. sometimes, its good to say what you feel....i know thats unlike you....n' trust me...its unlike me as well!.....no you needn't....but i wish to hear that again...maybe sometimes!

Tabula_Rasa said...

Someday....