This is a gothic poem. I hope you wouldn't take it in the negative way. I will tag more and more people in this post, cuz I really want to know about their opinions. Please, do take some time out of your valuable time, and give a read to this poem. __________________________________________ The poem tells a story about an innocent boy suffering in this wicked world. Finally when his pain got pretty deep, and he couldn't bear it, then he did a ritual to call the demon from hell to help him. And then, what happened, is you will read in the poem. __________________________________________ Please share this post more and more and do tell me your opinions about this one. And sorry for the long post.
This quotation, is about a simple boy, who fell in love and was devastated by the heartbreak. So, to forget the memories, he scratched the days of future, in hoping to move on. And, to again, still remember the feelings, he carved his own arm by blade. This never ending pain, made him do this, and then it became a habit to find peace.
_____________Life is nothing but____________ __________________spilled milk___________________ _____________________Part 2______________________
Hearing the signal, the police arrived at the crime scene in no time. Armed with a lethal weapon. A weapon with which she had just beaten the hell out of the other bad criminals. Beaten so much that all their sins have been washed away. These criminals have always been my partner in crime - THE CLOTHES. The suspect has nowhere to go as the only entrance has now been blocked by the police. After arrival, she took a long pause fixating her eyes on the victim. The victim is lying dead open wounds and white blood spreading all over. A pause which is even longer than Atal ji's one. A pause which makes me feel like THE FLASH⚡. Everything for me has slowed down to a great extent. Being afraid of this pause, I waved my hands in front of her saying , "Mom! Mom! Please don't be mad at me. You remember you gave birth to me a few years ago. This is just a bedsheet you are not going to do anything. Are you?! I'm your only son. Mom! Mooommmm!" You know this is the silence before a huge storm.️ Nothing can save you from this. She's in the zone where she has already killed you twice in her head.
The pause suddenly breaks and her expressions change into worse. She is about to burst into tears and realising this I got aside making way for letting her console the bedsheet. She put her weapon on one side, grabbed the bedsheet and it seemed like she is going to hug it but she threw it away and mourn at the condition of the mattress below the bedsheet. She yelled and cried asking me "How will I get the stains out of this mattress?" Now a piece of advice to all. This is the time when you should keep your mouth shut. But I didn't know it was more of an exclamatory sentence then an interrogative one. So, I replied, "Just beat it like you beat other clothes." There is no sign of grief anymore but I can now notice a small earthquake in her cheeks which is due to a sudden anger.
(Now before I go further I wish there were a casting director at my home witnessing all this. He would have casted my mother in a movie or play with the leading role. The way she holds onto her expressions and switiching from one to another is from where the other theatre artists like Naseeruddin Sir, Shabana ma'am and Manoj Bajpai Sir learned it Coming back to her angry role)
She grabbed her weapon and a sudden surge of energy ran through her veins just like Thor gets while holding his hammer. It was enough for me to realize that it's time to run for my life. I sprang like a Cheetah and pounced to the other side of the bed. Realising she would catch me there too, I crawled under the bed and came back to the previous side again. Running out into the verandah (which is the biggest in our locality) I got enough space to run. But my mom is not going to give up so quickly. Seeing her speed even the clothes which are drying up yelled, "Run Udit Run!!" And I was giving my best in running that even Usain bolt would have appreciated me. Jumped over the wheat drying in the sun☀️, grabbed the branch of the mango tree, pulled myself up and phew!! I was out of her reach. (That's how Parkour was invented. So next time you see any parkour video on internet remember they're just some grown up kids who were once mischievous and used to run from their mother)
She would always find some way or the other to make me jump down from the tree. One of her favourite and my weakness was to threaten me taking my precious toys away saying, "Agar inhe salamat dekhna chahta hai to aaj shaam 7 bje se pehle kaali pahadi ke pichhe mil" Well it wasn't exactly the same dialogue but when I look back today it feels not less than such blackmail. In the end, mom always win and she would hit me in places which won't let me sit properly for the next few weeks. Only I know the pain that Shinchan goes through. If you still can't understand where then, I can just say : The things which should have been hemispherical are now cubical.
When I look back at these memories of mine I now think even today Life is nothing but Spilled milk.... How????
You would never believe if I told you that I was considered as the most mischievous guy in my locality. No No !! Don't freak out.. (Oh you weren't.. ahh okkk.. joke's on me) Well yeah that's true. Even though the reality is totally opposite and that's why I started with "CONSIDERED", but few incidents took place in succession and I was alleged as the most wanted criminals in our neighborhood. I felt so bad being in that list. It was like being in prison with other barbarous criminals while what you did was just a petty crime of trespassing a restricted area. Actually,what I did is still considered as the most brutal crime in the history of the infamous crime committed by anyone. So brutal that even the most notorious kids used to bow down before me after that incident.
We all have grown and brought up in the society of cricket lovers. Our affinity towards cricket is much more than any other sport. But There is one more sport that we all have played unknowingly. First, tell me honestly haven't you thought of yourself as Ronaldo(or Messi) while kicking that stone which you saw lying still in the middle of the street.⚽ Yeah, football is what we have played with all the stones and pebbles lying on the roads. Many times, while returning home from school, we used to start kicking whatever we find interesting and carry them with us until we reach our homes. I used to kick those innocent stones a lot. Back then, I could not resist my uncontrollable desire to kick a stone lying in front of me. It's like I would get fits if someone stops me from doing that. Imagine how Aditya Roy Kapoor reacted in Aashiqui 2 when he had to stop drinking alcohol. That's the extent of my obsession of kicking a stone.
So, One fine summer afternoon, the streets were dead empty. One can see the flickering effect of refraction over cars due to extreme heat. There was not even a single fly buzzing around the street and amidst all that my eyes stuck to the sight of a perfectly round pebble exactly in the middle of a 50 feet wide road. I could not have asked for more. It's like getting a free kick but without opponents and their goalkeeper. Without further ado, I tightened the straps of my bag, took several steps back, took a deep sigh and ran like a cheetah and hit that pebble with all the force I had. The transfer of energy made that pebble attaining an unimaginable speed, accelerating crazily. It hit the speed breaker and went high up in the air......... (Stop here please... Don't worry about the stone, it's gonna stay up in the air until I continue my next lines. This is to remind you that I am a really nice person and you all know that. Right...??!! You all have read my long stories and appreciated about them and me too Please keep that in mind and don't let anything change your perception about me. Not even the next few lines... ) The pebble reached it's maximum height where the velocity turned zero for a few seconds and then it started falling under the action of gravity. My life literally changed just because of the place where it landed. It could have landed anywhere else. Come on!! It was a 50 feet road in width and don't even ask about the length.
An old man suddenly came out of nowhere. He was walking so slow. I wish either he could have waited for the pebble to fall or the pebble could have waited in the air for a few more seconds. But no!! Destiny wanted something else. So, the cute little innocent pebble fell on the old uncle's half bald head. The street was dead silent and the sound of the collision could be heard by the aliens in other galaxies too. If I was some other person, I could have ran out of this situation but, I was fool enough to stay. He came storming towards me with an uncontrollable rage and grabbed my right ear and twisted it like car keys. He could have slapped me but finding me unlike others he didn't do that I guess. So, a really long session of "HOW TO BEHAVE ON ROADS" started while I was thinking about the probability of that stone landing on Uncle's head while there was such a wide area left. Suddenly, I noticed that a little bump grew 2 inches above his left eyebrow and obviously it wasn't looking nice at all. Then I remembered one of my friend taught me how to deal with a person in anger. So, I did exactly what he taught me. I went near him, put my hand on his shoulder and asked with the softest of my tone, "Is there any problem at home?" That day I learned two things (1) I am stupid enough to believe my more stupid friend's advice and did the most stupid thing ever. (2) Dogs aren't the only species on earth which can make you run for your life.
That day I witnessed Anupam Kher turning into HELLBOY but having one horn only. Then I came back home and promised myself never to kick a pebble or anything on road no matter how much urge I get to kick it. Now, you must be thinking how did this make me the most notorious kid of the locality. Actually, that uncle is the most rude person in the world. Every locality has an uncle who keeps our cricket balls and never gives them back. He is the one for our colony. We used to call him DEVIL. But he took it to the next level. He had a knife which he used for cutting all the balls into two halves that was unintentionally hit by us and fell in his house. We couldn't help but see the execution of the ball with that hot knife. A ball that we bought by collecting 1 or 2 rupees from each player. I became renowned among the notorious kids of the locality. They gave me a name too "The guy who bumped devil's head" Believe me that's true. But this is one of the things which I don't really want to prove.
P.S. - Later that day, I went to the playground and I was welcomed like never before. I was given first batting and suddenly getting so much respect. All of them were like - "Nagar me dhindhora pitwa do mama"