Wacko

...stop the light...please stop the light...stop the light...please stop the light...

“Who is this wacko??”

“Hell I don’t know I have been here a guard for 10 yrs and all I have heard him murmur is to stop the light!”

“But its completely dark in there isn’t it??”

“Dark!? Dude is even blind!”

“A wacko really!! Quite creepy actually..”

“Oh! Don’t worry, its your first day right? You’ll get used to it!”

“Shit! Just out of curiosity you know how he ended in this asylum??”

“Well, all I know are stories.. I doubt if anyone knows the actual deal..”

“Stories are fine by me! Common then.. start talking!”

“Well from what I hear the guy was some sort of a big shot in a government facility during the war years.. They seem to be testing those drug things on patients.. You know to optimize and facilitate the drug effects”

“Whoa.. whoa..whoa.. where did you learn all these words from!?”

“Shut up nutcase and listen on!.. Now the rumour is.. due to pressure coz of the war.. these guys were forced to bypass the complete procedures..”

“Sounds like resident evil to me! You sure you are not making this up??”

“Damnit! Would you listen on or no!?”

“Don’t go hyper man! Go on I am listening..”

“Now it so happened that our guy here was totally against it.. He was actually worried some thing worse is coming... and these subjects could be a threat to society if released. Unfortunately, nobody agreed with him, in fact all his under staff thought he was a hurdle for development!”

“ Support staff!! Bunch of illiterates!”

“Sussshh! Well, one day... our guy goes incinerates the subjects (humans).. Massacres the support staff (all 20 of them).. sets the new batch of people free.. and over dozes himself with some sort of chemical!”

“Whaat! Lunatic! Murderer! Tyrant!”

“You are probably alive because of him! You ass! Be gratefull!”

“You out of your goddam mind?? He incinerated people! Massacred his colleagues!”

“He probably thought this is the only way!!”

“Nothing can justify killing!! Hmmm.. Whatever! How he ended up here!? Wasn’t he supposed to be dead!?”

“Hmmmm... well he was some how saved.. he told the government everything.. as it was... they agreed upon the facts... but rejected the conclusion... you see they thought he was a spy.. and had deliberately destroyed the facility..They tortured him for more information...  I hear they removed his eyelids and continuously exposed him to the focused light beam...he kept on begging them to stop... which they finally did once he was diagnosed to be blind!... and ultimately they threw him here..Conferring him as photophobic! Brute isn’t it?!”


"Huh!"

...stop the light...please stop the light...stop the light...please stop the light...

Change

I was. I am no more. Instead of me lies he, stands he, indulges he.

I in my grandeur was lord of lands, vast lands, all embedded with lush green grass, arranged and neatly trimmed bushes, a hillock where the sun rose and a lake where the moon did shine. Ah! The clear water, it reflected the skies such that it was tough to differentiate heavens from earth. There was a section filled with flowers of almost all colours and aromas. There were roses, there were daffodils and there were poppies. I remember walking through them feeling the grass beneath, moist with the dew drops. Below this lied the fertile land. I swear you could feel it breathe! You could see the little earthworms playing and moving along the land like cheerful dolphins in an ocean. The wind would just fill your lungs, they would in turn oblige and expand with the gushing oxygen, which would in response send in vibes of enthusiasm and youth. Ah! The calm, the serene, they always rung sweet violin in my ears.

But (Yes here comes the BUT), you see people say you are always lonely at the top. Well, people say right. There came a phase where I thought I had seen it all, done it all. Then one day as I was at the lake shore staring at the boring moon and the regular milkyway, there was a red flash and he came riding a meteor. He told me he was me. He told me to sit back and relax and my loneliness would be a thing of the past. With a swish the butterflies started emanating light, with a swish the trees started bearing berries. Change to me felt exciting. I entrusted him who was being me with the change, closed my eyes to his indulgence and I rue the very day!

Oh! Stop the bickering you old dog! When would you stop cribbing about what I did to you? Look deep inside isn’t this what you wanted? CHANGE! That red flash and that asteroid I landed from was a day inevitable. Force of nature if you may.

Let me take over and elaborate! Let them hear it from creator of the present! My version, the real version. So! Where I was? Yes, I came riding a red flash asteroid. I turned butterflies into fireflies (gave a glimpse of things to come). But the fool thought it was pure light! You see devils don’t come with brochures, interpret at your own risk. I made the trees bore berries. The geezer seemed happy and looked over. If only he would have taken a bite! You see I am the result of years of ignorance in matters he thought were Infinitesimal. I stand before you the catastrophic aggregate of this ignorance. The ground beneath, he talked about, the ones he sweared could breathe?! Well matter of fact is they actually do breathe, for beneath them lies bodies of residuals and unwanted. These trees they no more grow from nutritious water, no sir! It is the blood soaked in this earth that runs through them. The berries, as your teeth would land on its soft surface, as the pressure from your canine builds and the membrane cracks, there oozes a very thick viscous fluid that ran in somebody’s veins once. Ah! The saline taste, the feeling of content, nothing could match that! You see coincidently my favourite colour is red. World now is polychromatic in the realm of red and its shades. Flowers are now thorns; the pain they inflict signifies mortality, no more illusion of aroma. World is ashes and ashes it will be. Ground is vested with leeches. Ah! beautiful creatures the leeches. They hide like a ninja and suck the very life out of you and what more you’ll feel no pain! Calm and serene if you may. Structurally I haven’t changed much. There still is a lake where sun hides and there is still a hillock where moon vanishes. There still is a lake but it now paints the heavens red. It still sounds of violins only the ears have changed.

He was. He is no more. Instead of him I lie, I stand, I indulge. Now I stand before you staring at this razed moon and the destroyed milky way.

What’s that? Did I see a white flash? It can’t be. It just can’t be. Is it the CHANGE?