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Builder+Seller+Thinker

Connecting a few dots

Destiny – I am and always have been skeptical about destiny. Can things fit by themselves beautifully in an order as  if they were destined to be?  I haven’t been able to take leap of faith to believe in destiny or anything supernatural or mystical.  I brush aside everything as a mere coincidence. I secretly wish that there are somethings that are indeed beautifully pre-destined in the world. I hope that I experience something that convinces me of destiny.

Illusions–   Everything I feel could be an illusion in my head. I feel that it could all be a figment of my imagination. I think that I  can create and wish away emotions and feelings. I want to believe that everything is not an illusion. But I cannot convince myself yet.

Thoughts – I think in ‘layers of thought’. Each layer is important to me.

People – I no longer try to explain myself to people. I do not even attempt to expose all my layers of thought. I adapt myself to fit in, and its enjoyable. I am not faking it - there is no pretense  I sometimes do feel frustrated that I cannot share my thoughts with most people. It makes me feel empty inside. Whenever I find someone who I think understands me - I  start believing that maybe its destiny that I met them.

Rules – I detest them. I hate social norms. I hate all rules.

Society – I want to run a social experiment. I want to form my own rules that I believe are right. I want to do things my own way. I want to do something that makes a ‘dent in the universe’

Aim – I don’t believe in aims and goals. I believe in fluidity

Love – I hope its real and not an Illusion in my head.

Novelty – I always want to see something new.  That’s the only thing that keeps me alive. I want to know more. I want to learn new things. I want to know the answer for everything. I want to think about novel things.  But, in the end the only thing I would ever know is that I know nothing at all.

Fun – Its important to amuse oneself and have fun all the time. It’s the only real (illusion) thing

Fame/Success –  Important so that I can have fun and experience new things. No more or no less important. I don’t mind failing in this world.

Money – Important to uphold spontaneity and fluidity in life. Important so that I can have fun and see and do new things. No more or no less important

Good and Evil – I sometimes feel that I have lost my moral scales. Everything is a big blur.  I cant decide anymore. All I know is that  a) I do not want to hurt anyone I know b) For those I don’t know – greater good for greater number of people. c) If I Love someone there is no need for a moral scale. I will do anything for them. 

Thoughts

Thinking is a disease

Guess who?

A mischievous, lost boy who can fly and magically refuses to grow up, he spends his never-ending childhood adventuring on the small island of Neverland as the leader of his gang of Lost Boys, interacting with mermaids, Indians, fairies, and pirates, and (from time to time) meeting ordinary children from the world outside

The Doors

I don't know, just where I'm going
but I'm gunna try for the kingdom if I can cuz it makes me feel like I'm a man

I wish that I was born a thousand years ago
I wish that
I'd sailed the darkened seas
on a great big ship going from this land here to that on a sailing suit and cap
oh we're from the big city
where a man can not be free
of all the evils of this town
and of himself and those around
and I guess that I just don't know
oh well I guess that I just don't know

To Conclude..

All our emotions are a figment of our imagination

a girl that i once knew

If 'yes' was shorter than 'no' you would have said 'yes'

Joy

The greatest joy in this world is to find something precious and long lost somewhere where you least expect to find it

Burn Freud

We are all escapees plotting our escape.
Drugs, alcohol and Floyd
Fiction, fantasy and the hobbit
Movies, actors and the lost highways.
All the world's a stage?
You must be Alice in wonderland

Prostitutes, politicians and God.
Love, lust,sex.
Revolution, war, power,
and the decisive victory.
Ambition
Money can buy pleasures.
Do you want to escape to the never-never land?
Timbuktu is better than Antarctica

Hope is just another form of escapism
We are all just escapees plotting our escape
Please burn Freud

Still searching

Let me dream and I will understand that you need to work
Let me fail and I will join in your celebration of victory
Let me appreciate, what you think is ugly and I will accept what you find beautiful
Let me enjoy my solitude and I will be your companion for life
Let me complicate things for myself, and I will make them simple for you
Let me enjoy my nothingness and I will let you look for your purpose.

Let me be, but then, there are too many of you

The only thing I know is that I know nothing at all

Girl:Do you like the job?
Guy:I don’t know
Girl:So, would you prefer you do something else?
Guy:I am not really sure.
Girl:Ah okay. I think you should go abroad for a while. Won't it be nice?
Guy: It could be i think. But I don’t mind staying here as well. Its not that bad. actually I think I might like it outside.
Girl: Ya. Take your time. Oh it’s so hot here. Do you want to go some place cooler?
Guy: It’s okay. I don't mind. Do you want to go some place cooler?
Girl: No. I am actually very bad at decisions
Guy: So am I. :)

Girl:So what has been bothering you?
Guy: Nothing
Guy: I am not sure. I am exhausted I think.

Girl: Can I ask you something if it doesn't offend you?
Guy: Why are you so polite all the time. Ask whatever you want to
Girl: Am I so polite always? Am I?
Guy: I don’t know. Leave it. Ask whatever you want to
Girl: You have such a blank face most of the time. Is it that you are hiding your emotions, or you are just plain numb? Is it just with me or with everyone else?
Guy: I don’t know about that. I think a few people have told me about this. I think it depends on my mood.


(Silence)

Girl: Do you want to order something else?
Guy: Could have one beer
Girl: Ok. I have so many theories about the world. I have a theory about everything that goes on. And half the time I think they are very stupid, but I just love making theories. Don’t you make things up?
Guy: I used to, but now I feel exhausted very soon. I don’t think a lot nowadays
Girl: Then what are you always thinking about?
Guy: I don’t know
Girl: Do you want to head back?
Guy: What do you want to do?
Girl: Sigh! Are you always this indecisive?
Guy: Yes. Always
Girl: How have you been getting along life for so long?
Guy: I really don't know

Job

Doing a job is like selling your freedom for money.

how do i put it in words??

Talk, laugh, talk, fly, music, computer screen, visualization, think, sunrise, waterfall, sway, music, fly, think, music, fly, get up, walk, drive, fly,drive, think, think, think,fly, dark, dark, sleep, dream.

Music

What if music poured from the skies? Like the wind blows, the sun shines and the rain falls from the skies? Maybe like the background score in a movie would be for its characters (If they were for real and could hear it).
Imagine you going for a walk, all alone, on a dark night and there is music, huge speakers hidden all across the sky, the volume faint, very faint but still there. It could be a sad song if you were sad and a happy song if you were happy or maybe vice versa.

Eternal desire

It amuses me. 1000 years. Yes that’s how long it has been. I have seen a great deal in such a long time. I don’t remember exactly but I will tell you what I can.

He appeared before me 1000 years ago. He was the all-powerful, maybe God or maybe the Devil. He stood right before me completely naked, but he still looked majestic. He told me that he would grant me three wishes because my life and the way I lived it amused him (I don’t know what had amused him so much. I still wonder if he was God, or the devil or maybe someone else).
I told him that I didn’t wish for anything, I only had desires (lots of desires) and I wanted those desires to be fulfilled, but not by him. I wanted to fulfill those desires myself, go through the long arduous path like everybody. I wanted to suffer, grieve, mourn, and lament. I wanted to be gratified, delighted and pleased. I wanted joy and pain. I wanted to be loved, and be hated. No, I didn’t want all my desires to be fulfilled by him instantly besides I didn’t even know all my desires yet.
“ But yes” I said. “ There is something you can do for me”

He said “ HaHa ..You amuse me so much, more than anyone ever has. Go ahead ask for it. Ask what you want, you deserve it.”

Me: I want time to have no significance for me

Him: Do you want to be immortal?

Me: No, I still want the uncertainty of death to be there; it takes away all the fun otherwise. I might die in an accident, or commit suicide, or somebody might murder me, but I don’t want to grow old and die, I want to be young forever. I wish to fulfill all my desires, and never run out of time. Time should have no meaning for me, so that I can fulfill all my desires and never be afraid of running out of time. Do you understand me?

Him: Time is something I invented to keep you busy. Anyway that’s besides the point your wish is granted. And something I would like you to remember--Never forget to amuse yourself.

With that he was gone just like a dream.

Me and my desires we were together now and we were in love. It was time that was the reason for all acrimony between us and now I had made it defunct. The Journey together was beautiful. We traveled through meadows and beaches, hills and valleys, always together. I had so much to know about her and about myself.

I did what I pleased for as long as I pleased. I could spend an eternity doing nothing and there still would be an eternity left to do everything. I had no worries because every mistake I made, I had an eternity to make amends. Every time I got hurt I had an eternity to heal my wounds. I followed my desires now. If I wished to sleep I slept, if I wanted to go on vacation for a year to a far off beach I could. I could squander away all my money in one night and work my ass off for the whole of next year. I could spend an infinite amount of time on learning the guitar, or chasing the girl of dreams. I could love people for as long as I wanted to, even when they loved me no more. In my long years of existence I had made love to many beautiful women, I had read a lot, learnt a lot, shared a lot, made many friends (enemies I don’t remember them much). I traveled around the world, tasted every dish and drank every exotic wine. (I had even fought wars, hurt and betrayed people but I don’t remember that much.)

Time passed by

I didn’t feel it then but I realize it now. Slowly I was satisfied with what I got to eat; I never yearned to taste good food. Women didn’t matter anymore. To learn anything was futile. My desires were fading away. The arduous path that led to fulfillment of my desires, well it was too steep now (or maybe I was more lazy). Anyway what did I get out of fulfilling my desires? Why take the trouble? I have air to breathe, water to drink and food to eat. That’s all I need.
Desires were fading away. My love affair it seems was ending. Maybe Time and Desire were lovers and I was the reason for this acrimony. I had taken away time from desire and now she was betraying me. A revenge maybe?

I waited long enough and then I gave up. I gave up my desires. I don’t desire anymore and I don’t think I want to. Every time I fulfilled my desire for that moment everything was so beautiful, so peaceful. It was those moments that I lived for. I cherish them. Those are the only moments I remember. Those were the moments of peace that made me want to live. And now that I don’t have any desire I have it anyway. I have peace. I desire nothing and I have peace. Not just momentary peace but eternal peace. But one desire remains, just a one last one, the desire to be alive.Now that I look back and think, something amuses me. When I die I will have no desires, not even the desire to live.I would have peace and I would have an eternity. Is that what I wished for?

Why do I live? Hope. Yes hope that’s what kept me alive. Maybe desire still loves me. Maybe I just don’t know her well enough. She’s a mystery, an enigma. Maybe there is something about her I don’t know yet? Maybe she will reveal it to me someday, something she has been hiding from me, and maybe we will fall in love once again. A new desire which will make the arduous path seem worthwhile again.

Me

Should I take a left or should I take a right. No maybe I should go straight ahead, or should I just turn around and trace my steps back to the previous intersection.

I am lost and I am scared. I don’t know how it happened, maybe it’s just a dream but it feels very real. I can’t remember anything except the present; I am in this dark dungeon and I am lost. I have been walking for hours now. I seem to be going in circles but maybe I am not. I can see a distant light, smell fresh air and maybe I am getting closer to the exit. Just maybe.
Its very dark in here, the ceiling is too high, lost in the dark, I can’t even see it. But I have torch with me, burning brightly, it could go out any minute but I am hoping that it won’t abandon me just yet. It would have been less scary if I had been all alone, but no I am not. There are others here, so many of them but somehow they don’t seem real. Most of them don’t move, most of them have their eyes closed, standing their ground without moving an inch. They probably can’t even listen to me and so I don’t see a point talking to them. Some of them are weird, even funny, they can move but they don’t want to come down and stand with me. They are climbing up towards that dark ceiling as if the exit lies there. Can’t they see its dark up there, why are they trying to reach there? They seem to be in a hurry. I feel tempted; maybe there is something up there, after all so many people can’t be wrong. But I resist the temptation, because I have to find the exit somehow and then I know I would be ok.
I take a right turn and move on. I walk and walk and then enter another high room. Different room, same scene. People not moving, people trying to reach the ceiling. Wait she is different. Yes she is real, she will talk to me, maybe even help me. She is sitting with her legs crossed, a serene saintly look on her face. She Smiles at me as I move towards her. She is older than me maybe she will be wiser too. Just maybe.

Me: Hello. Can you help me?
Her: Why?
Me: Is it a dream?
Her: What do you think?
Me: I don’t want to disturb you. But can you tell me the way to the exit?
Her: What? The way to the exit? Hahaha. There is no exit kiddo. You seem to be new in here but you seem nice. Come sit besides me and then we can talk.

I was almost about to break down. No way out, it is hopeless, a lost cause.

Me: Are there other real people in here?
Her: You mean like you, and me. Yes of course. You just have to find them. Ha! You should have met me a few years ago; I was just like you, so keen on finding the exit. Well you know maybe there is still an exit but I don’t want to find it. Why do you want to find it? Why this effort, you will get tired sweetie. Sit here with me you have all you want here and its not such a bad place after all. Kiss me and we will never leave each other ever.

Everything was perfect for a while. Yes she is right. Why make the effort. She is beautiful and she understands me. I kissed her. I just wanted to sit by her all my life.
Me: So what is the best thing in here?
Her: Well me! Don’t you get it? I was for you and you are for me and this was meant to be. Look at me, make love to me and talk to me. I will make you meet other real people too. They are all happy and satisfied here. Look here comes one of them.

That person was my age, not particularly good looking, but he had cynicism in his voice, I didn’t trust him. I felt jealous. I thought she was mine and now she was talking to a stranger as she had talked to me. Suddenly she wasn’t beautiful anymore, she was like a cage holding me back. If she hasn’t found the exit how does she know what it’s like to be outside? No, I had to leave her. I started to run, I could hear her screaming, pleading me to come back. I didn’t turn back; if I had looked at her it would have hurt too much. Soon her voice had fainted away. Another long pathway, another intersection...

I took a left this time. Another huge room, another dark room. My torch had started to flicker, but I was hoping it would not give up on me, just yet. There was a young girl here and she was real. She was afraid really scared. I just wanted to protect her, to hold her in my arms and tell her that it would be all okay. I went up to her. I thought her name should be Annie and I decided to call her that. She didn’t seem to mind.

Me: So you looking for the exit too Annie?
Annie: Yes! I am so happy I found you. I am so scared.
Me: Don’t be. Look I know there is an exit somewhere near. So let’s be friends?
Annie: Okay. I don’t mind but only till we find the exit. My love’s waiting for me on the other side of the wall of this dungeon and I don’t like making friends particularly.
Me: So there is an exit. And there are people who have found out. Why can’t we take your love’s help?
Annie: Don’t be silly. Sorry we have to find it ourselves. Let’s Go.

So we walked together hand in hand and the dungeon was a better place again. We laughed together, and then cried for a while but kept on walking. Soon we were walking without saying a word to each other.

We moved on and on one room to the other, following intersections, taking a turn when we had too. I let Annie take the turns for me, as she knew the directions better than I did.

On one of the pathways we met him. He called himself qmwesmdmemsmsjdjeu.I could hardly prnounce his name. He was walking very fast. Very confident, as if he knew exactly where the exit was. We asked for his help and he was happy to help us. So the three of us walked together.

Him: So you two new out here?
Me: well not really, but maybe not as long as you.
Him: I have been here very long. I haven’t found the exit yet. But I don’t want to give up. Not yet. I will keep looking for a way out till my torch dies out and now that I have found more like me I don’t feel lonely anymore. Do any of you smoke? Have a cigarette and we will be friends forever.
Annie: No thanks. I am not interested in making any friend. My love is waiting for me on the other end.
Him: What about you?
Me: Yes, I like to make friends. I will have one.
Him: I sometimes think this torch was given to us so that we could smoke. As for you Annie we gotta fuck once we get out, that is all there is you know Smoking and fucking.
Annie: Keep dreaming
Me: Oh come on don’t be angry. He was just kidding. Lets keep going till our torches die out.
Him: I have heard that the exit is very steep.
Me: Have you? They are all lies. Who could possibly know? Well, anyway I’m getting bored do you know how to sing?
Him: Just a song by Pink Floyd. I don’t remember it completely but I will humor you.

mmm.. Hey you ! out there in the cold
Getting lonely, getting old, can you feel me
Hey you ! don't help them to bury the light
Don't give in without a fight.
But it was only a fantasy
The wall was too high as you can see
No matter how he tried he could not break free
And the worms ate into his brain.
Hey you ! out there on the road
Always doing what you're told, can you help me
Hey you ! out there beyond the wall
mm...can you help me
Hey you ! don't tell me there's no hope at all
Together we stand, divided we fall

Eupsychia

Day 1

This is beautiful; this is where I always wanted to be. Where all of us are equals, no leaders, no politics, no religion and no god. No societal ethics that bind us.Where we live so close to nature. Here we are free to love, free to make love. I can sit back and reflect, follow my dreams and passions, work when I want, sleep when I want. This is heaven.

This is my first day on this Island. It seems perfect, green grass, clear blue skies, and ocean all around, its beautiful. From my hut as I look around, I can see the sloping roofs of all other huts, lining the beautiful beach. I know on the far side of this Island there are factories, churning out necessities as well as luxuries that we all need. There’s a high cliff on my left, and on it rests a lighting beacon, which shines forever. A symbol of our endeavor to take mankind higher and higher.

I am one of the lucky few ones who were chosen for this, well I think you can call this an experiment. We are the pioneers of the human race, a hundred of us to be exact, all of us pioneers in our own fields. This is a place free from all rules, where we all live, as man should always have. This Island is isolated from the rest of the world; we were promised there never would be any interference or contact ever again.

Day 10

So peaceful and serene here. I have been fucking women ever since I got here. I am surprised by their energy. Let free of all their constraints, it is almost surprising. I enjoy the warm sun on my back all day; enjoy the physical pleasures, the real pleasures life has to offer. All of us seem to be enjoying ourselves here. Relations here are very different; there is no jealousy, no hatred. We all love each other and that is it. No bondage, no restriction, no jealously over accomplishments of others. No mistrust, suspicion, no pain, no discomfort. Money, fame, success all has no meaning. The daily monotonous struggle for life is over, we no longer exist, we live. Free, free I feel so free. This is paradise.

Day 30

How could she refuse me? I don’t last long. Is that what she said. That bitch. Doesn’t she know whom she’s talking to. No, How could she, we are all equal here, nothing is important, nobody is, we are all equal. So am I nobody here? A faceless man? Another face in the crowd. What is my identity? Am I an individual or are we to be counted like sheep, 100 of us, each of us faceless in the crowd. But we are all special here?. Are we?. All of us are equal so does anyone of us remain special?. I hate them. No, wait hatred is wrong, we are here to love to love everyone. I seek love and freedom. I seek peace and detachment, and I don’t care about such petty issues

Day 40

No satisfaction here. No peace. Who am I? Am I a fucking animal? Do I live only to fuck, eat and sleep. What do I seek? I am jealous of him. Everyday he paints the rising sun. A different sunrise, a beautiful sunrise and he is happy, he loves what he does. His sunrise brings him happiness. I envy him, almost hate him. No, Jealously is wrong. We are here to love. I must love. I must seek my own purpose.

Day 50

I thought I loved her. She was for me and I was for her. But exclusivity doesn’t count here does it? She slept with somebody today. I knew this was bound to happen, but I wanted to hang on to hope, till it fades away. It hurts. I shouted on her, screamed so loud. She doesn’t understand me. Do I tell everyone what goes inside my head? Or do I tell no one. I want to paint my own sunrise. Do I have anybody? Do I have a friend in this whole wide world? Does anyone care if I die? No wait I have everybody. Everybody loves me. No hatred, no distrust, no suspicion.... hate, hate, anger, jealousy, hate..

Day 60

I killed him. No reason in particular. If its pleasure that we seek in life, then I have found everything today. As I started slashing his neck warm blood oozed out of his veins. Power-I am so powerful. I see him dying, spluttering out blood and my urge to live grows. I drive my knife into his heart again and again and again with all my might till the moist earth that surrounds him is red, red with his blood. He no longer lives...but I still do. I want to live forever but no not as a faceless man. Why should I be one among them all? I want freedom, I want power, to rise above them all, nobody can refuse me then, if they refuse to make love to me they will be raped, if they mock me they will be killed. I am the new religion here, I am the new god. Follow me or u will perish. I am above you and u will obey


The end

They knew who killed him, and they fear me for that. I rule them all. I love them all. There is no jealousy, because I am above them all.
This is beautiful; this is where I always wanted to be. Where I am above you, I am your leader and I am your god. No societal ethics that bind us,we live so close to nature. Here we are free to love, free to make love. I can sit back and reflect, follow my dreams and passions, work when I want, sleep when I want. This is heaven.
It seems perfect, green grass, clear blue skies, and ocean all around, its beautiful. From here as I look below, I can see the sloping roofs of all other huts, lining the beautiful beach. I know on the far side of this Island there are factories, churning out necessities as well as luxuries that we all need. I am standing on the high cliff, and on it rests a lighting beacon, which shines forever. A symbol of my going higher and higher and higher. Far into the ocean I see the sun rising.... or is it setting?? I do not know and I don’t wish to. All I know is that it looks beautiful.

Reflection

He did only what made him happy and nothing else mattered to him. It didn’t matter if for the society his actions were rational or irrational, right or wrong, good or bad. He didn’t want to be judged by anybody, not even god. He wanted to be his own judge, the judge of his own actions. Face the world all by himself, all alone like a boat standing up to a storm in the middle of an ocean. He knew that in his own eyes if he was wrong he could never be happy and if he was happy then he couldn’t be wrong. That was all there was about life, so simple and so uncomplicated. When he laughed everybody looked at him. He laughed uproariously at every silly joke. The carelessness of his laugh scared the world, shook them all out of their slumber. The world secretly despised him, because he had no ambition, no plans to do anything with his life. He wanted to float like a boat in an ocean without a rudder to steer it. Even in times of sadness he found a strange kind of pleasure. He would shut himself in a room or go all alone on an unplanned vacation, to a place unheard of. Sadness for him was a dive into a pool when you feel water all around you, displacing you slowly and slowly, and then you are weightless, but you still have to make an effort, you have to splash around, fight the water or else you will drown.

She wanted to look for happiness in her every action. But it eluded her. Sometimes she thought that she had found bliss , that she had found the secret of happiness, but the feeling lasted only for a while and then again it was an eternal search, an eternal search for happiness. She never found joy in the ‘simple pleasures of life’. She found nothing beautiful. She was indifferent to it all. Indifferent to beauty, indifferent to her surroundings, indifferent to emotion, indifferent to life. She never laughed. No joke, no human being, nothing had ever made her laugh.
She knew that she looked beautiful, and that every guy she knew secretly dreamt of fucking her. She didn’t care. One day she concluded that happiness was just an illusion. That people kept repeating the same things over and over again in a vain hope, in search of something, which didn’t exist.

That day she saw him for the first time, standing under the shadow of his apartment. He was laughing at her?. No he wasn’t. He wasn’t even looking at her, he didn’t even know her. What was he laughing at so uproariously? She had this mad rush in her head; she had to talk to him. She saw him getting into the elevator, run after him. Just in time, they both entered the elevator together. She had to talk to him because she knew something which he didn’t and she had to tell him. She had to tell him as soon as possible. He smiled at her, she smiled back.
That day he saw her for the first time. It was a hot summer day and he was standing in the shade, under the shadow of his apartments. She looked so restless standing in the sun. He laughed at her, hoped that she would come and talk to her because he had to tell her something. Something which he knew but she didn’t. She entered the elevator just in time. He smiled at her, she smiled back.

In the elevator there was a large mirror hanging right behind them. They turned around to look into the mirror. In the mirror she saw him and he saw her. It was weird as if they were the reflection of each other, that all differences were hidden in the mirror, that their reflections were the same.

And then they told each other ..................

To be hanged till death

Jork was to be hanged. To be hanged till death for murdering Rump. Sleep never came to Jork, not because he was afraid, but because he felt wronged. The whole world was against him. Injustice, how could he stand injustice and nobody in the whole world understood him.
All the accusations against him were true. He had indeed committed murder. Rump had done him no wrong, he didn’t even know him. Jork was only doing his job. He was a hit man. That night when he saw Rump he moved calmly towards him. He took out his revolver and shot Rump through the head killing him before he could even feel anything. All of this took only a few minutes. This was not the first time he was killing somebody. He had been doing it for years now not because he had nothing else to do. No, It was not because of desperation that he became a hit man. He had always sought perfection in whatever he did and had realized eventually that he was a perfect hit man. He never felt remorse for his actions, nor did he feel any sympathy for his victim. His only feeling was that of pride. A satisfaction of completing his job perfectly. Only this time he wasn’t so perfect. Somebody saw him. Rump was a big businessman and so the police caught Jork in a day.
The trial lasted a only few hours. It was the strangest trial anybody had ever seen. He confessed everything, didn’t justify or explain anything. He didn’t remember how many people he had killed earlier or who they were. He didn’t know anything about Rump either. Not even his name. He only did his job never asking for details. He never tried to analyze the consequences of what he did. He didn’t reveal the name of the person who had hired him for the job either. It would have been against his ethics. The verdict came quickly. ‘ To be hanged till death’.
Now sitting in his prison cell he couldn’t make sense of anything. He was to be hanged tomorrow. Nobody was ever hanged for doing his or her work. So why was this injustice being done to him? He had read a lot about the rules society had set. About what is right and what is wrong? Why was his work against society and somebody else’s for the benefit of the society? Who had decided this? And why did the whole world believe that person?. In his neighboring cells there were terrorists and rapists. “They were the people who should be killed” he thought. Not him. The terrorists killed for some stupid ideologies. Stupid ideologies, which made them, believe that they were right and the world was wrong. Who were they to decide that?. You can’t kill people for stupid ideologies. The terrorists thought they were fighting for freedom. “Whose freedom? Everyone has to fight for his or her own freedom” he thought. But he never cared about ideologies. It was only his work that he did. He wasn’t bothered about anything else. “The rapists should be killed because they caused pain and suffering to people for no reason. They were even worse than the terrorists who at least had a ideology Why did anybody do that? ” he thought. But he had done nothing wrong.
The judge had said that people like him were a threat to society. “Damn the world” he thought. He was not afraid of punishment. If he was killed doing his job he would accept that. If the police killed him in an encounter he would accept that. But how could he be kept confined in a cell and be slaughtered the next day. Someday people would understand that he was right. That nobody who does his work honestly should be condemned. He thought of the people he killed. He killed them and they were free to harm him too. They could seek help from the others if they wanted. Didn’t the army and the police do the same thing . Kill people because it was their job. They could give it silly names like patriotism and law and order but in the end, what they were doing was their work . He had so much respect for the armed forces. But not for the judge. How could he proclaim what is right and wrong. Or for that matter how could the whole world decide that he was wrong. He was only doing his work like the millions other in society. In his whole life he had caused no one any pain without reason. He was a kind soul. Helped everyone around in the neighborhood. Killing people was his work. He was good at it. “Damn the whole world” he thought.
“Nobody can explain why I am wrong because I am actually right .” He thought. He wished to sleep but sleep wouldn’t come. When you are beaten you feel humiliated. But at least you have the satisfaction of playing the game. But when you are wronged, injustice is done to you, the feeling is worse. The humiliation remains with u in your heart forever never going away. He was wronged and he was helpless. Sleep didn’t come to him. If somebody could give him a reason maybe he would sleep. He wanted to sleep .To lie down unconcerned and free .
Somebody was calling him. It was the guard. “You have a visitor” he said. “A visitor? He knew nobody? Or had somebody understood him finally?” Jork thought. Lost in his own thoughts he reached the heavily guarded visitors room. When he looked up he saw a pregnant lady standing in front of him. She was beautiful but she was visibly shaken, as if she had been crying for the whole night. She spoke calmly but the despair in her voice couldn’t be missed. “I am his wife. He was the only one we had. When u killed him u killed us too” She said looking towards her daughter in her womb. “ You are a cold hearted monster. And I feel that justice has been done. But she doesn’t think so” she said looking at her womb again. “ I can’t do much for her but she thinks you deserve much worse. I feel so helpless”. She spit at Jork and then slapped him with all her might. Her eyes were filled with hatred and disgust for him. With that she ran out of there crying uncontrollably.
The monster stood there for a second. For the first time in his life he had faced the consequences of his actions. Nobody had ever dared to touch him let alone slap him. He could have killed her with a single blow. But he couldn’t. A single tear fell from his eye to the cold hard ground below his feet. He turned around and dragged his body to his cell. He lay down there on his back unconcerned and free. Soon he was sleeping peacefully like a baby, like he had never slept before!!

The Answer

He lay on his back exhausted, tired of everything he had faced. He looked back on the days that had gone by. For a strange reason things seemed clearer today. Yes they were so much more clearer. He could see everything as if it was playing right before his eyes. He wanted to go back in time and back and back…..
He saw himself as a toddler. He must be four. Everything was so simple then. Things were either right or they were wrong .You should not take a candy from a stranger because its wrong. You should always tell the truth because that’s right. He was happy. Everything was new. So much to know so little time. Why were so many people crying around him?. He did not understand. All he saw was grandpa sleeping peacefully. But why was evervbody around him so sad? The first sight of death didn’t shock him. He was merely puzzled. Why were people sad for no reason. Everything was either right or wrong and nothing seemed right about this. There had to be some reason. He understood later. Death was sad and when somebody dies you are sad and you cry. His mother told him this. And what mother said was always right
Things grew cofusing slowly. He knew so much more and understood little. He was 18 that night .He had never understood his parents but he had to listen to them. He was bound but he wanted freedom. Everyday he had to fight against himself. He did things he never wanted to do. He was never popular with his friends. He had a built a wall around himself ,it prevented people from coming too close. He was afraid to be hurt and content to be alone, he was happy that way. His classmates conversation made no sense to him.They wanted to be popular,did things which others percieved as cool,they talked about girls.Specially he never understood love. ‘What is love?” he thought. He never understood it. All he understood was sex. It seemed real he was not ashamed of it. He was very surprised that night when she came up to him and said ‘I LOVE U’. He didn’t know what to say. They knew each other for years. He liked talking to her so much. They talked about irrelevant things but he liked it. He had dreamt of her every night naked in his arms. So he asked her “What does that mean ?”.She would understand he thought. She looked at him with horror wondering what his question meant. He was confused again. So he told her what he had always wanted to tell her ‘I wanna make love to you annie ” .Surely she would understand. He still remembered the tears flowing down her eyes. Tears of humiliation. Tears of sadness. He did not understood. She never taked to him after that. His friends explained to him later that things were not this simple. He never understood. Because things were either right or they were wrong. And nothing seemed wrong about this.
He remembered his 40th birthday party. Everybody was talking about him and his success. He loved his work. The whole world seemed against him at one point of time. But he decided not to give in. He didn’t want to fight himself any longer. He had to do what he wanted to do. And after years of struggle people started realizing how good he was at what he did. He was the best now. And he knew it. People seemed jealous of him. Not only because of his success but also because of his lifestyle. He kept no secrets. Everybody knew that he had never married. But they also knew about the women in his life. For the women it was a chance of sleeping with a successful man who happened to be good looking .And to him it was the only thing he needed out of women. He didn’t have much of a social life. He had no friends except some of the women he slept with. He didn’t care. He didn’t need anybody. Now he wasn’t scared to get hurt but was still content to remain alone. He was happy. His boss asked him for a favor that night. Some dirty work. It was easy for him to do it. But how could he? Things were either right or they were wrong and how could he do the wrong thing. No it was wrong he told his boss in clear words. Everybody in the party heard him say it clearly. Next day he was asked for his resignation and he resigned promptly. Somebody from the party tried to explain to him that things are not that simple. He didn’t understand. Because things were either right or they were wrong and nothing seemed wrong about this. Some part of his spirit left him that day. He was alone now. He couldn’t do his work. The work that he loved. The work that was his life. It was all that he had. How could somebody take it away. He was broken. Later that day he was sitting alone in the bar drowning all his sorrow in liquor
He remembered .Since that birthday he had never been able to bring back his desire to work. Some part of him had been taken away. All he had lived for was his work and now life seemed hopeless and without a purpose. But he needed to make a living. He worked in various places. He read a lot and learnt a lot. Learning seemed to be the new purpose of his life. But one thing remained with him. Things are either right or they are wrong and we must do what is right. That day while walking back to his apartment he saw this young woman being raped by four young men. He tried to stop them. He tried to fight them. But he was too old. They beat him up badly kicked him all over and one of them stabbed him with a knife. They left him for dead. He lay on his back exhausted, tired of everything he had faced.He tried to look back...... He saw death coming .Death was sad and you are supposed to cry when somebody dies. Who had told him this? He couldn’t remember. But who will cry for him he thought? People had to cry for him because that was the right thing to do. He knew nobody would..why?why?why?..he thought.Why was everything so wrong?.He couldn’t find an answer. His final sleep wasn’t a peaceful one…