Well Past Midnight

It is well past midnight now and I am here sitting in the railway station with you. Countless earthen pots are lying beside me as you can very well see.

Heyy! Look!—What? Don’t you see?

See that young lady over there, gracefully mixing with darkness at the horizon. She is out my sight now. Fear not! Her silhouette is with me and I will tell her story, yes I am determined now! I will only tell her story!

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And you, will you listen?

She was stranger, true, but in this godforsaken place, she became a stranger to herself as well. She felt lonely. Nobody knew her and she knew nobody.

The isolation was eating her by the day

She had no one to say ‘hey’

We are a rational animal they say

And True!

A social animal, yes, so was she…but an animal without food

Isn’t that an insult to the neighbourhood?

She didn’t know how this world worked; she was an amateur, a hungry amateur.

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Come on let’s get on this train, it’s the last one! We’ll continue our story there. Make sure you put on your woollens properly, it’s chilly.

Ahh! There’s a seat, come.

Whooo does that yuckkkk! Look at that kinky poster and it is stuck with a gum, how cheap is that!

I can never get these people with stupid agendas you know, I mean, how foolish do you think people are huh?  To fall for these cheap tricks? The government must do something to protect the innocent people who perhaps are getting fooled by these tricksters every day! My head is so on fire you know, I will write a letter as soon as I get home to the highest of authorities.

I have a LOT of connections!

Ohh! Damn it why isn’t the train moving yet?! I need to have a chat with the driver, pronto!

Come down the platform with me……

I need to talk to the driver about the problems and the damn posters people are sticking, incorrigible!

Oh, your story! I am so sorry, I almost forgot, happens to creative peo—-

Isn’t this that girl??? Yes, it is her!

What is she doing? Is she, OH MY!

She is putting up a poster… it is the same poster…

IT also reads…

RIYA WANTS TO BE FRIENDS

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She’s the one who really needs the FRIENDS.

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You see I may not be the most popular guy in the world, but I have you as my friend and I am grateful to you for that, and I will be in this year and in the next!

Make friends; talk with people… because you never know who might need one!

Don’t just wish Happy New Year,

Make someone’s New Year, Happy!

CIAO! This train was for the Car-shed anyway.

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One fine Opportunity

The sporting dreams of millions in our country have been thwarted in the past owing to countless obstacles. Of late, Lady Fortune has finally turned her nonchalant head towards us with a blessing of hosting a grand event. Hope we, INDIANS can take this a launchpad to give the countless sporting dreams a decent trajectory.

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I dedicate this writing to the sports fraternity of my country— let us unite so that we may prosper by leaving the obstacles behind!

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Peace,Protection,Patriotism.

A hand rises amidst the sea of heads…

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*silence*

The speech begins as the mic lays out a high-frequency screech…

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Hello,

You might want to sit back and clear your mind (or your bowels if you want to) for this. The matter is serious and has already gotten out of hand. So, I have decided that enough is enough, and speak on behalf of my community.

Considering the majority of my audience, I assume that most of you might have used us over and over again till we have given your senses a sore.

You have oppressed us, ogled at us and even thought of exchanging us, but we didn’t complain. You judged us by our “brands” and our so-called features, we suffered in silence. We charged your soul with hours of emotions: laughter, anger, angst et all! Yet you resorted to other means of entertainment leaving us high and dry! Did we retort then?

Then why do this to us now?

Why do you keep breaking us over and over again? It is true that we can’t speak or say a word against your supremacy, your control, it seems we are to only dance to those signals you throw at us!

So, think before shattering us, breaking us with your pseudo-brutality, because remember-

What goes around comes around!

Yours Truly,

The Television Union

and its predicament after the face-offs of arch rivals.

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The silence is broken by a young guy draped in mono-colour…

How can you be so cruel, madam? You can be a very good orator and everything but you can’t randomly sexualise this matter for your ends! Do not think that we all are sitting ducks here! Do we not understand your propaganda? You are deliberately trying to make us empathise with your problems by giving it the subtext of a sexual harassment! We do think that your issue demands an answer but please don’t use one of the most pressing issues in our society for your benefits!

The young man has to stop now as he realises that the lady has already left without paying heed to his comments.

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I, myself, standing right at the corner of this very room was carefully observing the proceedings till now with a solemn brow while impersonating a serious Sukanto. But, me being dormant thus far now feel a need to say something to you, my friend… Be it the communal, sexual issues or the protection of certain lactating herbivores- every issue demands our undivided attention, true, but do you know what we need more at this crucial juncture…. unity. Why do I, a mere narrator/writer thus far, feel the need to say this to you (without being a character in my own story)? I do because it is not the race for the throne which is a real threat to us it is the things that lie beyond the wall. Period.

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Life in little rooms

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Vere mortuus, Really?

It’s funny when someone dies you know, (I ain’t a sadist/cynic), but it really is, they are here right now and in just the next moment, they are gone just like that: poof!

Sometimes I think that is it not possible for them to be with us like Forever?

But that is a complicated concept! We are mortals, so what is actually Forever is technically not so, we just think Forever is Forever till we get to see ‘em on a daily basis and fulfil our little selfish unremembered desires! What after that? What happens to Forever then?

Well I happened to be in that kind of a situation once, unfortunately; saw someone pass away right in front of my eyes! Ugh, what a painful feeling, in spite of all philosophical ramblings, I had also thought of catching hold of the fleeting spirit by it’s neck and shove it inside its corporeal frame! The heart just doesn’t listen, it won’t let go until that silhouetted identity forcefully escapes by the draining the ‘lub-dub’ machine of all its redundant romanticisms.

His eyes glimmered for once last time and the parting breath came out of the track like a gallant chivalrous youth, it stood, waved at our lamenting souls and left forever on the winged chariot of death, leaving its bearer for Forever.

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A great collective sigh was heaved; tears were shed in remembrance…

Only to get up with exhausted minds, bear the body on others’ bodies and take the only trip to Eternity or Forever, that was the fashion then. And so we did.

After hours of waiting in line with our co-mourners, we finally got the chance to enter the morbid place.

Few masked people were huddled up in one corner to prepare the last bed for the flesh. One of them came near with a very distinct poker face and signalled for the chunk of ‘dust thou art to dust returnest’ to be presented on the table. We obeyed in silence and saw our once beloved disappear- bit by bit!

After quite a few hours of humming, the machine stopped. With a smiling face the erstwhile poker face returned with the package, hoping about remuneration. We obliged them with their due pay packet, conveyed our gratitude and left at once.

Much time has passed since then.

Today we have are having visitors in our house and one of them is a child of five. In due course of conversation, the inevitable topic of His untimely demise came up and an automatic silence was observed to which I am sure He would have smiled. The little kid wanted to meet his uncle so I took him to Him. Both of them waved at each other and had minimalistic conversations(because fully fledged “digitisation of dead bodies” was still in its nascent state back then).

Having had a wonderful little conversation with Him, the urchin left in search for pastures new to explore. I stood there for some time, touched the digital frame which had His digital hologram, shed a crystalline tear (whereas He could only manage a comforting ‘I am there’ smile) and left the room sending a thousand thanks to Forever Technologies Private Limited who pioneered “digitisation of the dead” with their path-breaking methods.

Once a mere Harry Potter fiction, moving images are a fact now. 

Well, the technology is improving: bit by bit!

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Webbed

The mouse made its characteristic ‘click’ sound for the gazillions time, except this time nothing happened, I repeat…Nothing Happened. The user couldn’t believe his eyes and his brain had already started processing all kinds of expletives directed towards the internet service provider. The same task was repeated, and repeated, and repeated again….The lips of the user started to contort in all possible shapes and sizes accompanied by a symphony of musically sounding words alongside some misdirected saliva which went in all possible directions known to mankind.

Oh! What an Orchestra!

The sense kicked in after the temple went back to its hood. Something must be the problem, but how? Even the Wi-Fi wasn’t down!!

Oh Gosh! The Internet’s down!

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He got up with caution, took the phone out from his pocket and looked into an unfamiliar empty Wi-Fi symbol. He tried to call his mates, but couldn’t as the Google ID’s weren’t accessible without the net. Ridiculously enough, he also thought of writing letters but that would require papers….that’s imaginary…it also won’t show the last seen on if the receiver has read it or not, so there was no point in sending a letter.

So, he had to do one of the most daring tasks that a man can possibly to do in his entire life…

Go out and talk with people.

He couldn’t go out just like that you know, certain precautions must be considered. He puts on his brand new “PSUEDO₂ LIFE JACKET”, his good old GAS MASK. There you go, the modern knight in not so shining an armour was ready to sail the high seas! He had to a get a new life you know as the last one’s carbon filter got badly damaged and the spares were out of stock!

He opens the main door, a stream of particles try to rush in, but is immediately gulped in by the High Maintenance Dust Absorber. He gropes his way through the ordinary smog, pity that the day vision goggles are offline!

He sees a Bar, God is Kind! He rushes in to see lots of people glued in front of the TV set. Everyone was there, the girl who he had left swiped on Tinder to the one who had blocked him on Whatsapp.

“Hi” he says while unplugging his life support (he noticed the “Air Available” sign at the back), then re realised that real life conversations are a little a more, what do I say…umm, Elaborate!

“What’s happening?”

-“The friggin World Wide Web is down, that’s what’s happening!”

“So, it wasn’t only me then…whoof!”

-“The whole country is down sonny, we are waiting for the president to give a speech.”

Soon, they started talking, having pints of beers, playing dart…what not!

After the President had spoken, everyone knew that people are calling it an e-pocalypse and that all the data from the internet was wiped away by a major hardware breakdown which might be due to a deadly virus. Everyone in the pub had a grim face, thinking that everything had to be redone while some where just happy as they had been sending a lot of ‘themselves’ on Snapchat! Maybe it was God who decided to wash the sins of the internet as there were lots of the ‘explicit’ stuff going on, which was a little too much to handle.

The word ‘Social’ got back its meaning only after all the Social Networking sites went offline!

An excited young man entered the pub with a characteristic ‘ting’ sound of the bell… “We are back online sir!” he yelled.

“Can’t you see we’re chatting here?” came a reply from the corner and everyone roared with laughter.

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