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Sunday, November 21, 2010

Mystery Man - part II

Disclaimer: I only own mystery man, the whole article was written by a friend of mine.

There's this guy I met about a month ago. He was kinda mysterious. It may be just me, but I feel he's beyond anyone's wildest nightmares! He always has a cloak-and-dagger look in his eyes, that it can freak anyone out.

He is ridiculously tall, and pitch black. I mean, when he is standing in the dark, one cannot figure out where he is standing. His hands, also ridiculously long, and his style of walking, are the centrrs of everybody's attention. His constantly shifting eyes miss out nothing. His alluring smile (like that of a vampire) and wisecracks hypnotise his listeners. And to top it all, he is psychic! He has the knack of catching you when you happen to be in the wrong place and wrong time, even if you were doing nothing harmful. He materialises behind you (which is enough to freak anyone out) just when you crack a joke about him. But, he thinks he's so cool and wise, that he lets you go scotfree after he catches you doing something wrong. He wants everyone to know that "they're being watched"! It's more than enough to drive any sane person crazy. I keep looking over my shoulder everytime I think of him, because I'm scared that he might hear my thoughts too. It might look absurd, but it could also be possible. He has instilled such terror in everyone, that it runs like blood in the veins. Steadily running through your body, searching for weak spots that can be taken down.

But, apparently, there's nothing to fear about him, as he says. I must reluctantly agree that it is true, He is never harsh, and seldom loud. His words are like butter on bread. Soft, caressing, velvety. He never punishes you for anything, but he has that smug all-knowing look in his eyes. He stares into your eyes, probing your mind, scanning your soul, making you feel as though spiders are crawling up your back.

He thinks he is funny. He is calculative, and creative. Cunning, though I hope not criminal. He may not be daring, but shrewd and sharp. He reminds one not of the brave lion, but of the cunning fox. He doesn't draw attention, which probably suits his purposes. He is so sneaky that he is invisible to the superficial eyes. He has an air of dark mystery around him, which forces you to break through his indestructible barrier of smugness. He is the mystery man, confusing you with his eyes, hypnotising you with his smile, luring you with his words and leaving you confused about your past, present and future!

Wednesday, November 17, 2010


There was a time, when we all were together, under the same roof, breathing the same air, sharing the same room and listening to the same teacher droning on and on about some complex calculus theory day after day. To us it was all rubbish, meaningless and trivial.

We might have shared the same roof, room and even the same bench but never the same feelings. We were all different in every humanly way possible. There wasn’t one shred of similarity that bound us together. To tell the truth, we were never bound together, at least not in a way which justified the literal meaning of the word bound.

We fought with each other, yelled at each other, held grudges for so long that by the end of it we forgot why we have been holding them for so long. There were people who hated each other with a passion beyond anybody’s wildest imagination and there were couples who loved or at least pretended to love each other beyond the aforementioned imagination. While on one hand somebody would be doing everything in their power to gain some trust , on the other hand some one would be nursing a bad betrayal. While there were people who craved for attention like oxygen, and did get plenty in return, others avoided it like the plague. We were just some forty odd kids, put together by some misjudgment of the heavens. Forty dangerous specimens, devil’s own limited edition. But amidst all our differences, we were all similar in some bizarre way that leaves me completely baffled even now. Its like we were puppets, each one unique and different from other, but danced to the same tunes just like others. The problem though was, we never learnt to dance to any other tune.

For almost a year now, I have been wondering why I don’t fit in in my college. And I did come up with plenty of reasons, each one sounding more unlikely than before. Later I learnt that its not just me, but all of US feel that way. Not even people who waited a year to get into the course and college of their choice could manage to blend in well with the crowd. Each of them has a different reason, but the bottom line is – “College is fun, but school was better”.

It wasn’t until one cloudy afternoon, in conversation with one such person did I come up with my epiphany. It goes something like this...

“It does not matter if you like your college or not, you like your course or detest it. It doesn’t matter if you have waited one or two or even five years to go to the college of your choice and pursue your dream course. What matters is that in your college, inside your classroom, sharing the same roof, breathing the same air, listening to the droning of the teacher will never be them. And unless it is them, you are never going to fit in anywhere you go.”

You never understand the value of something until you lose it, and once you have lost you’ll never get it back. At that time we never knew what we would be missing when we would move out of our safe little haven called school. Or may be we did, but really cared less about it. But now after having tasted the world outside our haven, or rather heaven, I would trade anything to go back.

Promises of “Friends for ever” and “Keep in touch until pigs fly” sound pretty absurd to me, when all I want is to be a part of their memories as someone who would be missed, be it in a good or bad way, until the very end of their life as they would be missed by me.
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