An it all comes to an end.

New Year is here.

I have to post this post.

So here we go

HAPPY NEW YEAR !

:D

PS: just change the from Trevor to from Rohan !

Imagine III

This blog has two unconditional followers. They couldn't understand this story. I don’t blame them, I am an awful writer. I hope this entry clears all doubts and concludes the story. Imagination is powerful.

To John.

Shanu was sitting in the park all alone. There was no Rohan, no Payal. It was just him. The corner Lamp post lit very brightly. Nothing was odd. All was clear. And then he came and sat across Shanu.

“You know I know,” he said.

“What do you know?” questioned a baffled Shanu.

“That you and I were not born the same way,” said Rohan, who is the “he” of course.

“I am sad. Is that way I am getting this treatment?” Shanu asked.

“Yes. Like you feel, so we play.” Rohan spoke the ultimate truth. Shanu felt worse.

“Does she know?” asked a tensed Shanu.

“’Course she does.”

“How will all this end?” asked Shanu.

“There is no end to imagination. We are a product of you. An alternate existence. If you want to cease it all and face the world all alone, you can do it. But if you want to lie to yourself, and seek refuge from the world, let us play on,” Rohan said.

“I want the second option, but it sounds bitter,” said Shanu

“Nothing is bitter in a world that can be made sweet.”

“You are only saying all this because you want to continue living. I am your master. I am responsible for whatever happens to you and to that slut. Don’t deceive me,” said Shanu.

“What happens in your real life doesn’t happen here. We speak only for your benefit.”

“Go away,” he yelled.

And Rohan disappeared into nothingness. He came for his artwork and he went away.

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Shanu lived on as a dreamer. He saw Dumbledore dilluminating that lamp again. When he was horny, the couple performed for him. When he was angry they fought. When he wanted some one to share his worries with, Payal would talk to him. When he was gloomy, Rohan would return with a reality check. It was a circle of endless imagination. He was the Hero, the player, the crowd, the villain and of course the dreamer.

There are little clues all over the story. This is for those who couldn’t find it after a second reading of the three parts. The lady and the child saw Shanu behaving weirdly. That was because they couldn’t see Payal and Rohan, and hence thought Shanu was blabbering. When he was hitting Rohan, he was actually just hitting the ground and that his how the daughter saw it.


Also the neighbor complains about Shanu ringing the bell every night and walking away. He actually rings the bell, but imagines that Payal walks out. By the time the imaginary character comes and escorts Shanu away, the real neighbor comes out only to see Shanu walking away.


In the second part, it is mentioned that Shanu was horny the other night and hence the awkwardness. On the 2nd night he was angry and hence the fight. He lives in a world of his own creation. He imagines all this because he fears the real world. He is often bullied and rejected. That is why he created this world, a world of its own ups and downs.


I say this for the third time. Imagination is powerful. It helps you create, destroy and do whatever you want to. It helps you rise above the limited into the infinite. The might of imagination is unparalleled.

Imagine.

Need: Time Skipper

I know is should be posting Imagine III but I guess no one can stop anger.
I was just asking Ahana if there was something like a Time skipper. I so want to skip the next two days. 10 things why I hate the next two days:

1. I don’t want to give an awful 3 hour test in tuition.

2. I don’t want to see some people on stage reading something, which I was more capable of reading.

3. I want the Best Student award on the annual day which is on the 13th, but I know I won’t get it.

4. I don’t want to see Shakespeare’s plays murdered in the school ballet.

5. I don’t want to realize that I wasted two days not studying for my exams.

6. If I mess up these days, I know I won’t feel nice and I don’t want life that way.

7. I don’t have a time skipper that I can skip these days.

8. School is going to end, and I am a little tired of clicking and smiling in pictures, leave aside the diary filling and shirt scribbling.

9. Everyone else is happy and appears to be, but I am not.
10. I have work to do.

How I wish I could bunk these two days, but I can’t. So like everything else my advice to myself is- Deal with it. What’s your take?

Imagine II

Shanu was angry. Shanu was annoyed. Shanu was disappointed. Some bullies had attacked him, humiliated him and his scars showed the least signs of humility. A fire raged within him, one that brought down everything, one that no insurance company could compensate for and one that was going to have an effect on many, even Payal.

He greeted her angrily that night, like she really cared, she had much more on her mind. He wished that something bad would happen to her, to the world and to anyone he knew. He wanted justification for his state and found it in suffering.

They entered the park. Shanu’s mind started working like a machinery of negativity. He wanted a gloomy atmosphere, full of despair and death. He wanted unhappiness. He wanted it all. Payal didn’t see what se wanted to see. She became sad.

They were doing their first round. Unlike all times, they were talking to each other, discussing their problems, issues, worries and concerns, which when compare to the world were miniscule. They sympathized with each other but neither of them felt one inch of genuine empathy.

Rohan enters. He looks around and is unhappy to see the bone in the chicken-Shanu. He can’t help it. Every loan comes with some sort of interest obligation, let this dreamer come too. Payal joined Rohan and they moved away to walk and talk for a change.

Shanu was alone and even more angry now. What right does he have to take my friend away, he thought. He wasn’t feeling horny today, though he was very, the other night. He kept walking melancholy. Shanu stopped in the middle of the track and stared at the couple, clearly listening to them.

Rohan advanced towards Payal, and said “Baby, come here. It’s okay. Now give me a kiss.”
Payal looked like an angry demon. She pushed Rohan away and yelled, “Get away you pervert!”

Shanu was enjoying the scene a lot. He smirked to himself and shouted loudly “Hit Him! Hit Him!”

A mother daughter duo were heading towards the dark corner were Shanu was standing. The child asked her mother,” Ma, why is that man standing there doing nothing? What is he looking at? And why is he yelling?”

The mother was as baffled as the daughter. No matter how hard she tried she couldn’t see anything but wild bushes and trees. Every parent has to learn the art of lying, this mother an expert, replied, “He’s admiring the scenery and humming the song- Hit him!” The innocent girl nodded and they continued walking.

Shanu realized he had yelled high and the couple had heard him. Payal looked at him and of course Rohan did too. They had the “mind your own business and get lost look” on their face. He didn’t like that look.

Payal pushed Rohan hard, hard enough to land him on the ground, hip first. “Baby, you wanna lie here and do it, I am cool,” said Rohan. The pervert would never change. Payal started beating him up, he seem to be getting some weird pleasure. Shanu was having sadistic pleasure and joined Payal in the mob like behavior.

The mother and daughter duo returned. The curious child questioned, “Ma, why is he hitting the ground.”
The mother replied, “He is hiding his treasure sweetie.”
“I want to do that too.”
“We will, but tomorrow.”

With great joy in their hearts, Payal and Shanu returned towards their home.

Meanwhile, there were two complaints that night. Shanu’s neighbor complained to his Mother that he would ring their door bell every night and then go away. The child complained to the mother that she didn’t want to wait for tomorrow but bury the treasure now.

Imagination is powerful. You can get all that you want. So Just Imagine.