INNOCENTLY EVIL
Well so to speak if ever i were to speak...forgive me i am naive in a sense..an amateur writer..there are various days that one comes across in life which at that given point of time are at the peak of being the most difficult of all days ..but with the fading of time their memory at a certain time of night brings a kind of smile on your face as it does tonight where i thought i would pen it down to keep it as a pleasant memory that was not actually a pleasantry when faced with at that lost to time phase of my life... There was this time when loads of trees had been shed to the formation of an ample amount of books that i were to study(don't know if i really did) ,and they were the cause of all the traumas that i was being exposed to... Nevertheless, the deed had to be done and was done if not equal to the expected.shadowed by the amount of knowledge that the books were hiding and which i was supposedly gathering in my all so small and timid brain,(for the nourishment of which,i am sorry to say i had never taken any efforts to improve),i decided one fine day to pack the bundle of my atrocities in my bag and move to my guardian's place in the city which owned the institution of which i was the most despised of all member....
Thus with the load of the bag which my sickly body was somehow being able to carry in the scorching sun,i took a familiar bus with its share of pain for it was carrying so many of the louts of the city.It would be hard to believe for you,the trouble i take to describe them as louts for i could not come up with a less painful word for their description.For they were louts to the greatest degree possible. The extreme measure they would take to occupy the smallest and scarcely available space in the bus with all its wobbling along the all so narrow roads that were in so much of a need of repair.So eccentric was the behavior of the passengers i found myself amidst,that every nook of my poorly crafted body was crying to break free.Sweat oozing out from my head would make its way,taking a long journey across my body,and ended at the navel,and if luckier would finds it's way even below.the heights would reach,when along with the
burden that i was carrying on my back,my sweat would intermingle with that of my fellow sufferers and there would be no reason why i would not want myself to be a superhero at that odd hour.someone like superman probably...
After the troublesome journey being over,and i having made my peace with God at that moment after the long half-and-one hour agony,i foresee the breeze in the guest room playing and ruffling my hair.The delicacies that would be finding their rightful place in my stomach.and amidst these my heading towards the job for which i had presented myself at the guardian's .But alas,as i said i never was and never shall be finding place in wise company,for whence did wise men gave heed to fool's chattering!DON'T!DON'T COUNT YOUR CHICKENS BEFORE THEY HATCH!!
Thus,i had to present myself at my guardian's,and present myself i currently did.My guardian has a small family.with him,his wife and their only seven year old child who i am happy to say was never reason for my worries because the first look that he had cast on me for our very first encounter had,had an impression on his mind that i am no less than a beast and no better than a slouch.and thus with my entrance in the house he hid in the most deserted corner of the house which otherwise he would have been least bothered about in my absence.
My discussion with my guardian and his wife was always very short where he would inquire(lucky for me)the least.inquiries ranging from the studies,to food in the hostel.My answers would be even more simple and short,leaving them to wonder whether they were answers or just an attempt to mumble something in response.whatever may it be.this was the way it always was,unless of course when you run out of luck as i did on this fine day i very heartily write about.
Along with the family of three,out of which the existence of the child was a mere formality for we both never existed for each other,on this fine day i found myself to be in a company of three other ladies with their children who unlike my guardian's were not going to find a place in deserted corner of the house.POOR ME!!
It's a truth that things when you need the most are not to be found in the least at that moment.To tackle with the understanding of my books that were bundled up so effortlessly in my bag, i was in need of peace.well!i needed it to the most extreme degree and here i land up in the most messed up environ with three children belonging to three of the most fat ladies i have ever set my eyes upon, pulling my hair from all corners they could catch hold of as empty.and more of that my guardian's child finding himself in a company of children he was always looking for to avenge me,joined the bandwagon and i found myself in this awkward situation where even though i could have taken extreme measures to prevent my devastating period,i was helpless.
My condition was such that i was in an immense need of time to put my head down to my books and lay down some of my concentration in them for they,whoever had written them for
storming up my life(no offense to them though),had written them like they were on their death-bed and writing an autobiography of their troubled life.to this conclusion i had come to,looking at the immensity of size that the books had featured.hmmm...please forgive me dear sirs!!i do not go negative on purpose..but on a certain day,a certain boy,called roger was helpless!!
The fat ladies seeing their imps torturing my life,took the situation grimly and thus with all their mights separated their beings aside from my hair that were now rumpled like litter around the bin.but the most amazing thing to be noticed was that the guest children had surrendered to their authorities,the fat ladies,my guardian's child was not ready to let go off me,for the torture that i had been to him in his past.he very vehemently let go off my hair which were crying and pleading me to save their glory.pressing me to catch hold of the monsters and teach them an untaught lesson.but,the presence of the ladies and sanity in them and me,prevented the devastation of the imps at my hand.i am sorry for the kind of impression that i might end up casting on you.but what is true can never be denied.i wanted to harass them,done!!
More was in waiting.when the tide of the fury within the little souls had decreased,i thought that i should be heading towards the guest room where i would complete my job.but the worst was yet to come.the ladies started inquiring (mind you,to the greatest detail possible)about my whereabouts,i found that i could not that easily leave the battlefield.....
May 12(3 days ago) The ladies kept on inquiring and i kept on putting up a fake smile and tone to hide the raging storm within.then one of the ladies delibrated over disclosing to me(specifically me)the knowledge that her imp had gathered in his class and disclosed to me,she did...starting with the very famous:TWINKLE,TWINKLE...
the child goes like:
"Tinkle,tinkle,aaahh,naiii,...."
then his mom would try and remind him,to which with a show that all glory has all of a sudden pounced upon him, he goes...
"tinkle,tinkle...",a slight pause...
"litle isstar..",and the the demon would go into his coma again,when his mother would again try and revive him from desultory state.
This goes on for a long period of one hour and neither the rascal gives a clearer account of his mother's so called knowledge nor did his mother subjugate to her son's poor memory.
When at last with continuous shouting his mother makes him utter the complete version of the poem which by that time i think according to his mother i was so unaware of,that i began cursing my nursery teachers for being so careless as to not put into me some kind of enlightenment else i would not have been subjected to this idiotic behavior.
Finding myself at a delightful end with the completion of the imp's recital of the so complicated twinkling star of the night,i decided to take leave of the company and move to my peaceful end,when another lady seeing her companion's son scoring a mark in my respect above her son,although i know the truth that i could not have judged them at all,decided to bring to the forefront a group called as the JACK n JILL,through her imp's mouth.and again a long unending session of the whereabouts of MR.Jack n MR.JILL,whom i in fact was unaware of and had not the least of interests to know of.but things were never meant to work my way.
When at last the second imp finished with his recital and i took a sigh of relief and made my resolve to leave the remarkably genius company of the future smart kids and move to my room to increase my wisdom i found the third lady getting up with the airs of showing me what real talent...
I could not bear more...there had been a torture of the twinkling little stars that i could see all around me and there had been mr.jack n mr.jill...NOOOOOOO!!!!i had cried ...my agony could not contain itself.i ran out,picked up my bag and came back to my hostel,leaving the company of wise people to wonder what hadcome of me.i did'n give a damn....some things just go beyond their limits.
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