Wednesday, December 10, 2008

"Hey whats the matter", he asked ,"You never demand me."

A long pause. I froze and time dilated. Seconds felt like hours. It felt like years passed before he spoke again.

"You are not afraid of me are you?", he said coldly. 'How did he know that' , I thought.

A great screeching laughter, loud and clear, mocking me, scolding me with its every audible syllable. There was that sense of victory in those black eyes. Some unsaid words.
I stood there silent, secretly wishing I never came to him. I knew I idolized him but that overconfidence. It almost made him evil.

"C 'mon say it you idiot. What is it that you want to ask?", that voice demanded

"Its about me I have no idea about what I am supposed to do after I m done here. I am clueless ", I said meekly

I knew I had opened it all and had surrendered. He was winning. But hey why was I sad we were the same. Winning and loosing were all relative and immediately lost their significance here.

"To me you seem incapable and just ordinary. Mistake my friend in fact a blunder that is what you are. ", he shot back.

"But... Mistake ??", I found my voice resisting.

Calm and composed he smiled, that dreadful smile. I was trembling and he knew everything.

"You know you already have committed a mistake by asking me. Never ask any one else. No about nothing. It makes you weak, actually a leech a parasite living on other's thoughts and fancies"

"But their opinion matters to me. Its important. Right?", I questioned.

"Don't you know what you want out of yourself? Are you such a big hypocrite? How can you stand not knowing yourself?"

"But you know I m not sure. I am never sure. That is what I love about you. You are so sure. You always know ........."

"Dinners ready.... what are you doing there in dark all alone common darling its ready", mom shouted.

and suddenly everything faded .







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with apologies to
Ayn Rand's philosophy of objectivism &
the unnamed play in theater fest SRCC