Unmistaken Clarity !

I know not how I may seem to others, but to myself I am but a small child wandering upon the vast shores of knowledge, every now and then finding a small bright pebble to content myself with….PLATO

[ It would seem to an onlooker as if i am hiding behind big names and big quotes but the fact is ....why should i reinvent the wheel ?? , and no i am not hiding. Also Plato's comment has no bearing whatsoever to this story ]

So, whenever i do find a pebble i keep it in my upper pocket and start to think about the possibilities which is my primary functionality. The small bright pebble is usually of a smooth shape, the older the pebble the smoother it is. I also see the lines on the pebbles which kinda adds beauty to the otherwise shiny rock.

Now, the problem is that too many people ask me on my way to picking these semi-gems that “What are you doing ?” or the more elegant “Why are you doing this?” to the morose “What purpose do these stones have ?”. Then i see myself explaining to each and everyone of them and quenching every doubtful mind. When i finally do get off its already too late. The sea in its high tide sweeps all its gifts back into the bag and extends its waves like a tongue, teasing me.

Now , i think i will not do all that explaining tomorrow and go to the shore directly.

It is tomorrow, i am running down the beach, this man stops me and asks “boy ! what are you running for? Are you running from me ? ” I just ignore him and run towards the shore….he shouts from behind “I am sorry for you child ! yours is a lost cause… “. The man went to my mother and told her that i don’t respect elders and i must be taught a lesson. She told my father , he slapped me, i cried. I went outside the house while sobbing and being brave to not to cry..the man comes out and says “Oh! look the boy is crying ha ! ha !”.

I silently went to the shore, this time at night. I went into the water looking for the pebble maker. Meanwhile the man followed me and told my parents that i was comitting suicide !!!! They pulled me out of the water and i was told never to go near the sea again. I was so sad that i got angry. I wanted to kill that man who took the pleasure of my life away.

I have now grown into a lad. I again see the man around me. He is more silent now. He watches over me night and day. I once failed a test and hid the result from my mother. The man bought that report and gave it to my mother. She just looked sad and looked at me once. After that i never failed. The man came to me this time and showed to me things of the world which seem to get everyone else excited. Not me ! He then forced me to taste the wonder liquid that he introduced me to. He then told my father about it. My father got furious and told me “Son, you too have fallen !” I sweared i would make the man pay for this.

I am now old. I still remeber the man. He was the one who reduced my life to ashes. It was because of him that i couldn’t talk to my parents. My father never saw my face in white light. My mother thought of me as a rascal who was good for nothing. Our home was mute. It was all done by that man. My father died of a heart attack and my mother followed him to his grave soon.

I am now going to meet the man and kill him. I knock on his door. He opened the door quite calmly and invited me inside.

To my surprise , i see my parents sitting on the couch eating popcorns out of a big yellow bag. The man’s house smelled of finality. I overpower him and take him outside the house in the backyard. I am now holding a pistol against his temple.

I asked him for the first and the final time…..”WHY DID YOU RUIN MY LIFE ?” He said something i could not understand. He was maybe scared and was mumbling fearfully. I bend down and go close to him. He said in a troubled whisper…”I am your life, and i was your life….!”

I thought it was raining as i felt wet. I left him there and went inside. I sat near my parents and had popcorn with them. I was at home now.

I never saw the man again.

seemingly innocent ..

totally harmlesss….

o’ deja vu o’ mine…

i see you …everytime

tell me when u cometh…

cos maybe, we can have a chat sometime

o’ deja vu o’ mine !