Saturday, June 22, 2019

The Planeteers - In Search Of Greatness - Part 1



The autumn leaves lay low in the chilly night, and the young feeble boy hunched even lower. Hugging his loosely tucked sweatshirt, he sprinted on toes, away from the lampshade. He seemed to have settled subconsciously to not to make any noise. His eyes darted, as he was nauseating in his own shadows, and only thing that was visible was the trickle of sweat from his brow. He listened cautiously, but wasn’t sure if the sound that he heard was his own heartbeat.


'I need to move faster from these assholes. Don’t want this to be my fucking last night’


He grimaced, while his mind tried to knock some sense into him . As his heart pounded in faster rhythm, his feet were doing the complete opposite. He staggered in zigzagged moves, towards the stoned walls that glistened even under the moonlight. He supported himself on the wall shifting the weight of the entire body into his palms. He stretched his neck out of the street as far as his hazed eyes could look. Everything in the scene was muddled; his head, his feet and the night. 

The serene picture that held for a moment ,was suddenly broken with sounds of shoes screeching the tar road. This was accompanied by the muskier shadows of the youngsters who had been chasing him , from the bar on the third avenue, for eternity. Or, that is what it felt like to him.


The clouds on the moon bade goodbye allowing more light to fall on the floor of earth. It looked like the curtains had open, his act had to now instigate.


‘I wish I could undo everything’


‘Why is my life already flashing before my eyes? Why am I so drunk?’


The taste of alcohol still lingered on the tongue and he adjusted the armband that bit tighter into the olive skin.  Any other day, he could have waded away the entire incident with the power he possessed over their hearts. But today, he was befuddled, and his core strength stood out only in defense.


'There he is. Rob! Move towards the main road and turn around. Geek, you go the other way.'


Voices perched on the other side of the street. Amazonian teenager couldn’t judge the distance between him and his chasers, but he sure was aware of their intent.


The sounds of heels cackling began to come closer. Unable to think in his head, he let the spine of his make the decisions. He took a quick drift into a narrow road that had minimum light. He was habituated to the streets, but today they didn't seem familiar .


He took a deep breathe while he lost a step, and began to think of his very close friends.


In all the confusion and vagueness of the chase, the feelings he had towards his friends were pretty vivid. One is never sure when you need them the most. He didn't understand why he thought of them, but he knew situation would have been different if there were still together.  Like most of the relationships, geography and difference of opinions grew them apart. 

He choked on his tears when he knew he could have summoned them together here, had he not been nearly stoned that night.


The reason to everything that was happening that night was because of the alcohol. The drunken moments, unnecessary words and a rogue chase around the town.


When his feet began to wobble, he settled himself on the wooden box next to the trash. The smell wafted in the air, splinters pierced through his palms but his focus was on the sound. The light was cut off on this side of the lane, and his eyes took some time to adjust to the surroundings.


He knew the chasers were very close to him. He felt their presence on all his corners.


'What do you want from me?', he blurted the first words through the darkness.


More out of desperation as he crouched in kneeling position, pushing the box away. 


He saw an average looking boy with long locks lick his lips and walk towards him.


'You smart eh? Think you could outrun us? The gang, the cooler ones. The savage?'


He could not comprehend anything that was asked, but raised his clenched palm in an impulse, not aiming at anyone. It was meant to frighten them.


While he was in the middle of the action, a yellow glow emitted from his ring, blurring and brightening continuously. It looked like hope through the greyness of the surroundings.


The long locks boy titled his head in the direction of the ring, and blinked for few seconds. He broke his bamboozled look with a sudden realization.


'Hey! This kid has a pretty ring. Look, it glows. How cool is that ? Savage.’


‘I am sure that is the second time I heard the word savage. He repeats like Nitra.’


 Long haired boy continued his fascination. ‘See Geek, he does. Look at the light. Let us remove that ring of his finger. Rob, remove the ring.'


Out of nowhere, the boy named Rob broke into the circle. He was like a dog, that took the orders from his master. Two more boys from the gang held each of Amazonian’s arms on either side.They didn't clench very tightly, so the Amazonian was able to wiggle a bit around.


Rob tried to pull the ring from the finger of Amazonian, like a lover who was broken of trust. Not hard enough, but enough a tug.


'Ring tight on finger, DesZ. Pass me your knife. Quick', Rob quipped


The Amazonian tried to make efforts to release himself from the boys while they twisted him on to the ground, now bit more tighter. Rob focused on hand of the boy, then slid the knife into the gap between the finger and the ring.


When the concentration of all the chasers were on the ring , the Amazonian jolted suddenly, scaring Rob. In spur of moment, Rob saw himself staring into the brown eyes. 

When the eyes met, Amazonian squirmed in pain that hit insides of his head. This usually happened if the person ,whose heart he was trying to reach shelved themselves into dark. 

All that the Amazonian wanted was to send a message to conquer the heart.


A message that could have saved the night.


A message that could have changed everything in normal routine.


A message , only when it was passed.


He tried harder to brighten the emptiness of Rob.


It was right then, under the no moonlight zone where everyone stood like nothing was happening, that Rob panicked.  He was clueless with what he was feeling inside. A warmth of heart that he was not used to. A splurge of emotions that he had laid at the grave of his family.


He was uncomfortable with the beautiful feeling inside his heart. 

He tried to erase this feeling in confusion, gripping his only weapon tightly. In one stroke of madness, he finally plunged it into the chest of the Amazonian. An action with no thought, but of dire consequences. Rob would never understand what he had done. He will will never know what the feeble meek voice with the knife driven to his chest tried to tell him. The event that will alter things to come. A new beginning to the end.


The feelings inside Rob began to die again, as much as the Amazonian himself.


Both their eyes softened; one out of foolish regret within seconds he rushed with the knife and other, out of lifelessness.


Amazonian finally fell into the arms of Rob, ending the chase for the final. Other boys stood motionless, unable to comprehend what was happening .


Rob gripped on to the dead body with tears that came out of his hidden emotions. In the exact time frame,  four people woke up in middle of the night at the same time.


Each of them felt a very repulsive sensation. It felt like someone put their heads on fire, anchored their hearts into the bottom of hell whilst their rings glowed out of nowhere for no reason.


The rings shone, each in different colour - Green, Red, White and Blue.  

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Read Part 2 here

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Saturday, June 1, 2019

Back in randomness

I forgot why I used to write. I dont know where the motivation came from, who read it or what some of my posts even meant. I tried to remember. I vividly understand the surge in heartbeat when I wrote an article. Those non flickering anticipation that each word gave.

What happened to old me ?

What happened to my happiness?

I just saw that the blog was more than a decade old. This means, there are pages of desperation, inspiration and flow of emotions for 10 long years. My each writing would reflect my mood of the day.

Where did my power to dream go? Why am I accepting everything on way now?

Currently, I am a wreck. I am not happy, grateful or sincere. I am lost, devastated and nothing is clear to me. Things I believed in are now forgotten. I live in delusion of black tar. I am suffocating in it, and I cant see.

Would you believe if I told you I have been questioning everyone's happiness?

What makes people happy ?

I dont know. I dont know as much as I dont know what to do with myself. I am too egoistic to delve deeper, and ask the right questions. And I am too proud to talk to anyone.

That was when I realized why I wrote.

Was it my heart speaking?

It has always been easier to write. Like in a diary. I could have never been able to win a speech , but I could write. I have always been able to explain pain as much as I could experience it. It was easier, like breathing.

I am sure it didnt make sense to lot of people, but to me, it did. I knew what I was going through with each sentence.

Maybe, I should write more. Only my sister has been pushing me to write more. I should do it.

I never believed in my writing. It was just a farce. A joke.

But now, to save myself, I need to write. And believe in it.



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