Golden Chair

I am a kid and the world is full of angels and I feel so nice. Sun is up, winds blowing, trees swaying, flowers all around, Ah! I feel so nice. There is this T.V. show I see regularly. In that there is a prince and lots of people and huge hallways, just like my house. Not to forget he has this chair. Golden chair. I love that chair. I have been asking my mom to get me one. She tells me to wait. Learn patience. She gives me these religious books. I don’t particularly like them, but don’t want to offend mama now don’t I. I need that chair you see. There is this trick around elders, Be nice to them and they will do everything you want.

But.. but.. you know what, today is my big day. She said I’ll get the chair. See, I know the tricks! Ah! I am psyched. She says she has bought it and it is already in that other room. I hope she has got the right one!

I pass through a large hallway (Toldya my house has one!), lots of people standing, cheering me up. Today is my big day know.

Ah! There it is the chair. It’s perfect. Perfect. My golden chair. As I sit on it ah! I feel so nice!

News reader: “Today the infamous mass murderer was finally executed by electrocution. As it seems he actually asked for the chair! We have with us Jailor of the prison, also in charge in person of the prisoner. Sir, would you to tell us, how was the devil like?”

Jailor: “I don’t know about the devil miss. The guy sure looked repentant for his deeds. He read all the books we gave him. When I would go to give him food, all he would ask me was when is he getting the chair? He’d cry for it like a kid. God sure does has his way to penetrate through souls doesn’t he.. Infact, I would like to add, as we took him to the chamber where the chair was installed, there were people crying out words of hatred..He said to me “Angels!”, was cheerful even as he sat on the chair!, coz burden of the murders from his soul is being relived soon probably…”  

News reader: “Having said that, I am sure nothing can change the horrendous act he committed. I feel the world is a better place already”

Voices

Red room. People talking. No windows. No doors.

“I like shadows!”

“You like shadows?”

“You mean shadows, shadows??”

“What are you two surprised at! Yes I like shadows!!”

“You’re a creep!”

“Why?”

 “No I am not a creep! I mean look at them.. no caste, no creed, no identity, no being, All in one and one in all.. there are no objects, no animals and no humans in their realm, all shadows!”

“Also, all black, all monotonous, all bound, all creepy!”

“Yeah! I mean consider this.. they accompany humans all their life.. and they creep these very humans out! Alas! them shadows... despicable them shadows!”

“Leave it! You two wont understand!.. by the way.. speaking of bound.. wonder what a feeling would be... to be free?”

“Freedom!?.. look at you.. I guess you have forgotten, we are in a bound red room! Who is incharge of the interiors here by the way??”

“Wait a minute now... our guy here might be upto something.. carry on.. you were saying about freedom..”

“Ya.. see I am not implying humans are free.. all I am saying is they can feel the feeling for a fleeting moment, before getting sucked back into reality.. where all they have is the illusion of the feeling.. the original is long gone!..”

“What a piece of worthless crap!”

“Oh come on now.. I am actually interested in what he is saying.. What of the fleeting moment of freedom then? What is the nature of it? How can we contain it? Can it be contained?”

“Excellent questions!”

“Oh shit!”

“Sush you!!”

“See I don’t think the real feeling can be contained.. but I wonder if they can be made worth while by stopping that process of being sucked into the system again..It however is inevitable, until we live. Until we live...”

“Oh dear god! We have a philosopher among our midst!.. yes yes..very pretty.. very charming.. can we please stop this nonsense!”

“You are ignorant you know that!!... guy has a point here.. so you mean to die with content than to live with the illusion of it? Hmmm..”

“Exactly! Imagine a super villain.. baddest of the bad dogs.. done it all, seen it all types.. meets the protagonist..Now this hero of ours is burning with rage.. ties this badass to a table.. takes a butchers knife.. about to cut this guy into pieces..but you see..as the knife approaches the villain.. He might just be relived.. he was anyway bored..and best of all before this feeling of wisdom vanishes.. he will be mince meat! See what I mean??”

“This is it! shut it! Just shut it! Thoughts imagining thoughts..could this day get any worse??”

“No! You shut it! Through out the discussion..not even one productive element.. and all criticism!.. you know what your problem is mate.. All your doors are shut! and keys thrown away!.. The guy is trying to say something.. but no.. you are mister know it all!.. You know what in your headache you actually forgot we are your thoughts! It is your mind who is making us talk! And you are the one to grumble! Its your head... you are the one who did the interiors!.. you are the damned head master of this school!! Now, Shut it and go to sleep!!”