The Butler Did It

“I pulled most of my funds for this.”
“Is this the right thing?”
“Am I undoing a whole lot of good for nothing?”
No, NO. I shake these thoughts off and steel my resolve. I have to go ahead with this.
This city needs saving, and no one else I know has the resources to do so, other than this kid I care for.
All he needs is the motivation, and that’s where I come in.
I’m trying to convince myself that what I’m doing is not utterly terrible, but for the greater good.
But how, how can I ignore the sheer monstrosity of it all?
I assure you I take no pleasure in the chain of events that I’m supposedly setting off, unlike my employer, my real employer. He seems to take a keen interest in what the future holds for this city. And in that do I put all my faith, that somehow this madness will redeem this city and stop it in its path to self-destruction. Hence, I commit this heinous act.
I meet the man identified for the job at Robinson Park and hand him the money and the gun.
The Waynes should be on their way to the theater now.

Master Bruce, your journey towards becoming this city’s knight in the shining armor has begun.

The Battle

And inevitably, it dawned upon me that my enemy was close. I could feel it, the breathing down my neck, absolute and inevitable.
I look up and there it was, the monstrosity, staring me in the face. And in a fit of rage I pounced, only to get a response matching, and perhaps surpassing my own vigour.
We wrestle, like mad, rabid dogs, like we were battling for the first time, and the truth could not be further. We fought, and fought and we fought some more, and then it was all over.
I got up, dusted myself and walked away, ready and perhaps a little bit wiser for the next time.

Monday had been dealt with.

A Mother Too.

She taught me everything I know and scared dad away whenever he was angry with me.

She worried about what I ate, she kept nagging about it and made me look like fool if I retorted back.

She cuddled me at night, when I was afraid of all the noises the bugs made.

She was killed by those gun people, and taken away, when I was only a cub.

I miss her warmth, her care,her fur; I miss my mother.

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All in God’s Work

God: So, how’s it going?

Apprentice: Same old same old. Strife, war, peace at places. Nothing out of the ordinary.

God: Hmm, something I expected, but really hoped it wouldn’t come to.

Apprentice: Really, you actually don’t know the course this world will take?

God: No. I can only observe. I never even knew that human beings would come into existence, let alone their fate. So what I set into motion was a domino effect, a chain of events if you will, culminating into the state of Earth as it is today.

Apprentice: So, you don’t have a bearing on what happens everyday?

God: No. But in a way, I’m the biggest causal effect that the universe ever had. So, a major reason of what is happening today is me. But that is because I triggered the genesis of it all.

Apprentice: So are human beings fools to be praying to you, preaching your name?

God: The design of the universe facilitated the emergence of a dominant organism. I never thought it’d be those monkeys, but look where they stand now.Yet, the more profound realities of this universe remain quite unknown to them.They are only at a nascent stage of self-realization.It will take time for them to truly understand what my and their existence means.So if they do not self-destruct, they are in the right path to do so.
So, they shall struggle to know what I truly am, they mistake me for their caretaker and ultimate savior, but time will come when they realize that I’m just a creator, a being, who didn’t even expect their existence a few billion years ago. But ultimately, they should get there, ultimately they shall realize that I’m as perplexed, as normal and as ‘humane’ as they are. Only stronger.

Apprentice: Hmm, food for thought…

God: Enough for today, let’s get t work. This universe won’t make itself. 

The Nature of Our Being

And ladies and gentlemen, it is done. The Final Front have defeated The Reign! The word monarch has fallen.”, veteran central T.V. anchor Rajon Gulliver announced.

“This is the end of an era. The class society has been defeated, the slaves rejoice at the Center Arch as we speak. This is landmark news, isn’t it Edna?”

Edna, the co-anchor, reciprocated the beaming, glee-filled radiance that his fellow anchor was portraying,
“It definitely is Rajon. It is the day people were waiting for. Liberation from the hierarchical society we are living in. And a hope for a classless world, the far fetched dream of an Utopia that finally seems possible…”

“I’m sorry Edna, I’ll have to cut you there, we have the Commander Latheos, live from the Center Arch. Commander, it is over, 20 years of bloody war, and now it is all over.”

“Yes, happiest days of our lives! Now we can go forward with Project Regen. A perfect world is
waiting for us!”

“Yes Commander, indeed it is. Say, Commander, just for our young viewers and for the uninitiated,
I doubt there are any, please repeat our grand plans for the ultimate renaissance.”

“It will an honour. In search of a classless society and a world where everyone is an equal, we take some drastic but necessary steps. First, we give up all technology, in order to come clean with nature and pay
her our tribute, for we have wronged her. Next, and more importantly, we all take the Red Pill, that will be provided to each person by Final Front representatives. This pill will take us into a deep sleep and we wake up with no memory of this wretched present.We wake as free men, equal men. And then it is done.”
“The clocks shall be reset and man shall be reborn.This will be the corner stone of our Utopia,  and we shall call it Earth.”

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A Mother After All

A mother’s love is like no other . Everyone knows that. But no one knows it better than I do.Here’s why:

The Tomb of Leeza is a beautiful place, with a bloodied past. A mother is said to have been buried alive by the King, who then took her son away and gave it to his queen, who was without a child. It is said that the king had the mother’s thumbs chopped off and and then had her locked in a small room. Without her thumbs, the mother could never escape. Later, the king built this gigantic tomb around that little chamber, as a remembrance of the mother’s ‘sacrifice’.
Me and some pals took a trip to the place once.It was beautiful and scenic to a point that you felt as if it was hiding something. The blue sky, the lush green grass, and of course, the huge red soil colored tomb. We explored  the chambers in the tomb and stumbled upon the center room. And it was eerie. Dark, dingy and signs of struggle all over. The place reeked of fear and horror. One felt bad for the poor woman, who had her child taken away and was then buried alive.
Our group decided to take off as the place was creepy to death. One by one we made our way out, but just as I was about to get out (I was the last one.), the stick keeping the door open gave away and the heavy brick door slammed shut.
I shuddered with fear. I was in the tomb, alone. My friends tried hard but could not move the door an inch. They said it would take time to bring help, but I knew that no help would come till tomorrow. I braced myself for a night alone.
Time went by. More than anything, the grim environs was what scared me the most. I kept myself busy with dirt-drawing and sleeping.
It was then, perhaps well past midnight, that I heard a faint cry. I curled up in the deepest corner of the room and kept still. The cries grew louder and louder till a point where I felt scared, but also sorry. I was so moved that I began to cry, not out of fear, but out of pity. The cries subsided to soft sobs. I wished I could console her. I cried myself to sleep.Sun rays woke me up the next morning.I was in the company my friends, who were staring down at me earnestly The local police had helped them to open the door. The horror on their faces was palpable. Something was off. I told them the whole story, but to my surprise, no one made fun of me.
Back home,when I looked at a mirror, I realized why my friends were so grim. My cheeks had blood streaks over them and my hair was frizzy. No,it was’t mine. It was as if someone who had bloody hands, had wiped my tears and patted my head.

Ways of Life

*June 15th, 1982*
Tumko Dekha toh yeh khayal aaya.
The new Jagjit Singh gem set the mood at the Chai shop, when I saw her again.
My word! Isn’t she just breathtaking?
She stood at the Bus Depot, flawless, serene, simple. I gawked at her until Mahesh Bhai reminded me that my Irani tea was going cold. But what else could I do? She was beyond any other girl. Mahesh Bhai deduces that either I have Alzheimer’s or I’m in love. I too think that the Alzheimer’s thing is true, love sounds too crazy.I should talk to her, maybe.”

*Dec 28th, 2014*
“Manisha looks in truly positive spirits as she chases down a big butterfly. She is a little princess, with her soft golden locks freely flowing. Her mother would approve, she loved her curls as well.It’s a fine day at the park.
I see her in our daughter.
I sit back and listen to some music. Jagjit Singh. And it takes me back…
How I truly miss her, and how I break down at times. But I would never part with those wonderful 20 years we had. Right from the days of the bus depot till the marriage. Those are the days that keep me going. Even after she was diagnosed with leukemia, we had so much love. Some sweet talks, those late night book readings, and love that grew stronger each day.
Yes,love it was. Mahesh Bhai was wrong after all.

Zindagi dhoop, tum ghanaa Sayaa.

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