StairwayToHeaven’s Step No. 2

Here comes the second one. Ok this post is very very special in terms of the way it was written. Two writers spontaneously writing alternative paragraphs without even looking and talking to each other after buckets of OH radicals down the throats. We had no clue what we were writing and in fact when it was over, it was just over we not even reread it. But a quick glance the next day gave a shock of disbelief after realizing the outcome.
It is one of those special posts which gives a hope of a future with pen as a companion. And it also gives hopes of fiction being written by two people, something which is rare to find. Who was the other writer? I don’t think I need to tell this. And this post is actually a tribute to him.
About the thought process of this post, I might have disclosed it this time if I myself had been clear.

Chinese Checkers
May 30, 2006

I was walking down the lake side yesterday, when I came across this strange child sitting right next to the lamp post. He was having a one rupee coin in one hand and a hammer in the other. There was a candle lit too just next to him. The whole scene was so weird that I could not walkby. I just stood there watching. The hammer was not being used to hit anything, he gently swayed it along his cheeks. He kept tossing the one rupee coin and scratching the candle after every fall. He was poor, perhaps not eaten anything for a couple of days. He did not look like a beggar though. He did not look anywhere else the three things he had. The lake provided the perfect background the whole scene had. You should have been there Connor. Do you find something interesting in this till now or shall I tell you something more?

I was there the other day Rohit and unlike you, as soon as i saw all this i called up Sam, Cornell, Natalie and Jacob and we all sat next to him repeating every action he was performing, within a minute he left the scene, now do u find this inetersting or not ?

Was that you Connor? Ok there was a person with a big hat and a black overcoat, that must be you as his was the face I could not have a look at. So it was you and your friends. I was there, I watched you people and that was the part which I was about to tell you next. Since you know all about it, I ll tell you about the part which you are not aware of. When you people left, you had left all your coins, the child came again, picked up the coins and started laughing, he kept doing it for about 10 minutes, then shrieked as if in some pain and then started crying. I initially wanted to go and just check what is wrong, but I just could not move, there was a sudden darkness, with all the candles extingushing in a flash. There was a strange sound of a whistle, and the child started laughing again. Then there was a strange voice, which seemed more like a howl than a human voice. Now is that interesting or you have something better?

Why did you do it? Because it was incomprehensible, erasing the event, destroying the stage and killing the actors is no solution to satiate your curiosity. You have outgrown your normal self, you have found the keys to your subconscience, you are now capable of memorizing Act I as Act II, but how long will you continue like this, how long will you fool yourself, Rohit you know that i know that who made the strange sound, who howled and whose human voice was it in the end. Why did you do it ?

Ok I know who did all this and you know that too. But what you do not know and did not answer was how did the candles go off. Even if you people did all that, just think of the child, he was so innocent. Your joke ended his life Connor. Do you know that too? I never wanted to tell you this but I took his body and buried it in a peaceful place, you would have never noticed as you were too engrossed with your subconscious, satiating each other at the cost of someone’s life. How many such lives you have taken Connor, I remember burying ten of them.?

See i told you , you are now capable of memorizing Act I as Act II, Rohit you are sick, you have to get over this before i have to bury the eleventh kid.

5 comments to “Chinese Checkers”

1.

speechless…
by leonius May 30, 2006 at 10:46 am edit comment
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is it a joint effort again/

anywya, brilliant. like before.
by phoenix May 31, 2006 at 4:40 pm edit comment
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What the fuck is this shit? Who the fuck are you jerks? Clearly nutters like actors or artists of some sort. Go and see a psychaiatrist. There are pills for people like you wankers. There are better preoccupations for the human psyche to be enganged in. Cherry Orchard is all very well but you cannot build a finer world on a garbage heap; the foundations will subside. cyquick.wordpress.com
by Cy June 18, 2006 at 4:09 pm edit comment
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how i wished u changed the end a little…a broken dream is far more painful than death…or was death related in some way to something else…will have to go thru other posts to fugure out
by tomar June 20, 2006 at 3:33 pm edit comment

Incomplete Completeness

I woke up yesterday morning to find the clock in a needy state. It had betrayed me, I was around 2 hours late….TTTwwwooo hours…I will be fired, I thought and ran, ran like anything from bedroom to bathroom, from bathroom to bedroom, to bathroom again, one more time to bedroom, and off to the bus stop. Why can’t the buses ever be on time, for that matter why can’t they be there, after being late by 2 hours. This country can never improve. I took the bus about 15 minutes from then, reached the office to find the watchman absent, there was noone in the lift for a change.. I entered the office, there was noone, noone means not one single sample of homosapiens of the 291 which are supposed to be there every morning at 9. It was silent, it was dead. I was shocked, would be an understatement. I looked everywhere, sweating more profusely now. Thank god I saw you after fifteen minutes.

Rohit i am slow, very slow, i wake up every morning and every morning i am shocked and terrified and embarrassed to find no one sleeping next to me, its not hope but a white lie that i speak to myself “maybe tomorrow” und dann (and then) as a US marine i get inside my time table , comfortably numb, very numb indeed, the truth is i am bored, bored of this job, the routine, this receding hairline, my skin color, my bonds my relationships, my thoughts, my memories above all, and i run down the 13th street everyday in a hope for something new, something worth living for…..

13th street??..Thats the forbidden street.. I never expected you to be a part of those people. I am not sure if you know what are you talking about. When we had coffee together as was suggested by you,the moment you went out and I turned around again towards the cabins, everybody was simultaneously laughing at me. They were all there. I was at the peak of my temper. I reached out to them, held the collar of one and slapped him. Everyone stood in shock. Then they started crying, all of them, tears rolling over. I ran out of the place and joined you for another cup of coffee.

Beauty – An Incomplete Art

It all started with an orgasm, since then it has been going downhill. My question is if it is worth it, my confusion is should i resist it, my hope is it might get better someday, what will u have, i have zeroed in on the cuisine now u select the dish.

Hope is a thing like feathers Connor, the moment you think you are going to catch them and turn them into reality, they fly away. Living with hope is the only option which man thinks he has, as its the easiest one. Don’t you think we do it all the time, we know that something is out of reach and somewhere inside you know that it is never gonna happen, but that is where madam hope comes in, which you keep along till the time you realize what a fool you are. But all said, I m a human too and if I had been you, hope is not that bad a companion. The dish has been selected, you want it served hot or cold?

why only hot or cold, is there nothing else? What an irony, i look at my life and the ocean of choices i have baffles me and here i am not content with the two options u are giving me. I think the only problem with us humans is that we try to resist everything, we never approve of what exists, the mind always has a polished picture of the whole situation, Given a choice would u like to be an ant Rohit? And lets have it hot today, do u have my lighter ?

We never approve? Never is the wrong word, you yourself proved it, I won’t want to be an ant and I am sure about you too. So in this case we approve reality or to put it in a better way, we are afraid of any other form of reality but in most of the other cases, reality itself is so fearful that you want to run from it. The subjectivity attached to each and every thing which in this case is reality, is what makes humans going and living this life. I like chocolate cakes a lot but if I have it day in and day out, I am sure to get bored and just leave eating it for sometime. But since we keep living this life till we are forced to leave it, for most of the cases that is, it proves that life has its own set of variables which keep making it beautiful and ‘livable’. I have ordered a hot salad for you and a cream of chicken soup for myself. Can’t you just stop smoking? What would I do with your lighter anyways?

Chinese Checkers

I was walking down the lake side yesterday, when I came across this strange child sitting right next to the lamp post. He was having a one rupee coin in one hand and a hammer in the other. There was a candle lit too just next to him. The whole scene was so weird that I could not walkby. I just stood there watching. The hammer was not being used to hit anything, he gently swayed it along his cheeks. He kept tossing the one rupee coin and scratching the candle after every fall. He was poor, perhaps not eaten anything for a couple of days. He did not look like a beggar though. He did not look anywhere else the three things he had. The lake provided the perfect background the whole scene had. You should have been there Connor. Do you find something interesting in this till now or shall I tell you something more?

I was there the other day Rohit and unlike you, as soon as i saw all this i called up Sam, Cornell, Natalie and Jacob and we all sat next to him repeating every action he was performing, within a minute he left the scene, now do u find this inetersting or not ?

Was that you Connor? Ok there was a person with a big hat and a black overcoat, that must be you as his was the face I could not have a look at. So it was you and your friends. I was there, I watched you people and that was the part which I was about to tell you next. Since you know all about it, I ll tell you about the part which you are not aware of. When you people left, you had left all your coins, the child came again, picked up the coins and started laughing, he kept doing it for about 10 minutes, then shrieked as if in some pain and then started crying. I initially wanted to go and just check what is wrong, but I just could not move, there was a sudden darkness, with all the candles extingushing in a flash. There was a strange sound of a whistle, and the child started laughing again. Then there was a strange voice, which seemed more like a howl than a human voice. Now is that interesting or you have something better?

Why did you do it? Because it was incomprehensible, erasing the event, destroying the stage and killing the actors is no solution to satiate your curiosity. You have outgrown your normal self, you have found the keys to your subconscience, you are now capable of memorizing Act I as Act II, but how long will you continue like this, how long will you fool yourself, Rohit you know that i know that who made the strange sound, who howled and whose human voice was it in the end. Why did you do it ?

Ok I know who did all this and you know that too. But what you do not know and did not answer was how did the candles go off. Even if you people did all that, just think of the child, he was so innocent. Your joke ended his life Connor. Do you know that too? I never wanted to tell you this but I took his body and buried it in a peaceful place, you would have never noticed as you were too engrossed with your subconscious, satiating each other at the cost of someone’s life. How many such lives you have taken Connor, I remember burying ten of them.?

See i told you , you are now capable of memorizing Act I as Act II, Rohit you are sick, you have to get over this before i have to bury the eleventh kid.

Art – Ek Kalaa : by Connor and Rohit

Disclaimer : This post might not make any sense to you as it is very personal so if at any point of time you feel like quitting, just close the window.

Rohit : I had a friend. He has gone to take a coffee. I have always believed that coffee is a waste of time and money just like breezers are. I like having coffee alone. Coffees are like books, they become your best friends for the time they are alive. Once you have gone through them, you do not remember the experience but you still keep having them every two hours. He is coming back.

Connor: I too had many friends until they betrayed me. I was torn, i was desperate, then one day i reached enlightenment and realised its all my fault, i never knew what kind of friends i wanted or to put it in a more objective way i did not know what is the meaning of friends. I moved on and may be to your desbelief i have found a group of them now. And by the way rohit , coffee is not waste of time its the help extended by society to lessen your efforts to break the ice. I met the most beautiful person of my life over a coffee and i can tell you throughout this life capuuciono and ice tea are going to be the favorite items of every menu. And finally even if he is coming back i am sure you have room for more.

Connor you took my words absolutely in the wrong way. I said I had a friend which meant that he is dead now. And you know what I meant when I said he is coming back? Last night he was right there in front of me when I sat on the sofa having my daily drink of my favorite rum, Bermuda. I was sipping the heavenly drink when I saw someone in front of me staring at my face. He said ‘How are you Rohit?’ And I felt like the complete earth rotating at a million rpm. I ran and I ran like anything.

You always remember what you want to, in the way you want to, in the way you perceived it. It was the look in your eyes which made him say, “How are you rohit ?” quote me another instance when he asked you this. you know rohit, though its very unfortunate, but the victim always has the ball in his court because he can take the ball into his courts and direct the story the way he wants but the killer can only repent and expect for the best and that is forgiveness. you will always hold him the cause and he will always say “if only , he had given me another chance.”

Connor you do not understand one stupid thing that he is DEAD. He is no more in this world and you want me to take the ball in my court? I mean I do not at least I did not have the balls to do that at that point of time. I can forgive anything in this world. But and that is a big BUT, if I was the one who killed him, then Mr. Connor?

Please answer me rohit the biggest question of my life and you will have your answer. She loves me the most she could, her best is not even good by my standards and i still stick to her for i know she is still a human being like me. Am i wrong , Am i selfish ?

I dont feel like moving away from my question but I think this coffee will help me in doing that, so I will try to answer you. To me the answer is that standards are too subjective and a level which is very high by your standard might not mean the same to her. That is as simple as understanding that her level of commitment does not mean much to you. So if you can rate her level lowly so can she, and both can be very different. But can you please and please solve my problem?? What if he comes tonite again? I cannot remain awake forever Connor.

Rohit if they are friends, then you will never quote they “were” friends, rohit what we are discussing at this point is relationship more complex than any other discovery and invention of mankind. If you call someone he WAS a friend it means he is still a friend that is why you even bother to say WAS otherwise you would not have wasted my 20 minutes on this.

I almost managed to be in the trap of yours. But unfortunately for you that is not the case Mr. connor. I disagree. The WAS just proves that I have a nice enough memory to remember that I ‘used’ to have good memories for him and the fact that I finally killed isn’t a proof enough that he is no more a friend???

oh man oh man! rohit my dear friend what you say proves me that we are in the same position. She made a mistake in her circumstances, and please trust me you can never SIMULATE that situation because life’s situation can never be simulated by any software but this is it the results are in front of you. yes they failed by your standards but by standards of homosapiens they faired a lot better , we were always craving for them and just because they had fight on some issues that does not bring them to to a lower level, the creator never trusted in us so much as to play this character , you are attached to theatre , and you know what i am saying if u believe in god…

I think we want to say the same thing as the crux is the same it is just that I have done something about it and you can still decide what you want to do. We both had/have friends. We set some standards. Both of them failed them. I have recognized that standards are too rigid ropes to set as boundaries. I cannot give him another chance as I am already done with him, but you still have time, so go ahead and Just Do It!!

as humans we always dreamt of stars who could never come down to hug us so we chose them and they came to hug us, i cannot be such a selfish but i must tell you that we expect a lot but we dont even deserve anything , lets say time is ur servant , let time serve you , it will serve you it has trusted me , plz help yourself …

I think you again misread me…i think we are done…thank you.

you know you might have fallen in love more times than me but i know when a person wants to say yes he means no. i have never miread you , i will never misread you , my passion outdoes my perseverance that is why i am alive and i love her the most , if u have problems think about your past ??????

Go through the post once again and you will understand wat I have been saying. Good Night we both need a nice and tight sleep.