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
2.

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.