"Will those feet in modern times,
Understand this world's affliction,
Recognize the righteous anger,
Understand this world's addiction?"
Understand this world's affliction,
Recognize the righteous anger,
Understand this world's addiction?"
- Richard Ashcroft
(taken from Love Is Noise)
(taken from Love Is Noise)
(Note: For a change, I'm trying to write for the betterment of society, in my own cynical way. I know I'm too full of pseudo-intellect and beliefs only I'd like to believe in. However, they are an individual's beliefs nonetheless and no matter what, I stand by them. Oh! If you're already making a face reading this humble little note, stop. I'd really appreciate it if you would do something else rather than make a face and yet sit through this, considering it's such a pain.)
(Also, this is a complete piece of fiction.)
On the 26th of November, 2008 in the city of मुंबई, 3 friends decided to play a game. 3 lazy friends, with nothing really to do; lost in the fast pace of the city. They were 'totally jobless,' so to say, in our terms. It was one of those 'character' games, from what I hear. Do you remember playing 'चोर-पुलिस' or घर-घर' as a child; this was very similar, when I compared them. Considering the fact that I don't know their names and that I heard this story from someone else, I'd like to respect their privacy and address them as X, Y and Z.
Now, X -this smart, well spoken, bluff sort of a guy and the others knew of it.
Y, on the other hand - an innocent bloke, who bought every bit of what X said.
Finally, Z - the smartest yet violent and knew the others were good for nothing.
It so happened, with the passing of time, that the game began taking an interesting shape right from the first move. They lay out a map in front of them. There was one bulb hanging from the low ceiling and they sat around a circular table with a glass of whiskey by X, a bottle of beer by Y and some marijuana by Z's side. Then, the dumb nitwit Y dropped the 3 chits they had made right in the middle of the map, on दादर. They picked up one each and despite being grown up men, acted like children and brought them very close to their faces and began unfolding them. The chits were written out by X and tampered by Z and poor little Y just looked on. By this time, they could hear spooky background music from Johnny Gaddar. It was intense.
X, being the lucky one received a chit that said 'Mr. Responsible' and knew he had hit bulls eye. He also believed that his work was now easy, considering he thought of the the other two to be absolute nincompoops. This made things simple for Z, who simply smiled on. He knew he had the game on his palm, and that he could crush it. Cakewalk?
Meanwhile, when X and Y were beaming at their findings on the chits, Z had begun plotting the game. Y, true to his self was fascinated and glad to have received the chit that said 'Mr. Not Responsible.' He just fit it into it, considering he knew that whoever else was Mr. Responsible or the other had most of the work to do. He just had to watch the game unfold.
Z, obviously was 'Mr. Irresponsible' and the mind games had begun. From the look on Y's face he figured out that he was not the one he had to deal with, but just use him as bait to masterfully win the game. Now, the only thing that held him back from conquest was X and his antics. But, since X was a bluff as well, he ended up bluffing himself and in the process bluffed poor little Y and made him believe in the fact that he would take care of anything and everything.
Before we proceed; the game. What one had to do during the course of the game was to try and capture most of the important locations on the map and the person with the maximum positions captured, keeping their characters in mind. So, if X had to protect them, Z just had to destroy them and Y, well, he just had to occupy them.
As the night ticked away, Z made his presence felt by the shore and all X did during this time was plot his own game ignored the movements of Mr. Irresponsible. Z, being the wicked one had plotted his game excellently and was relaxed and assured of his target; Y. Mr. Responsible's head had begun buzzing after the continuous intake of whiskey and he had begun capturing locations on the map. He blocked all the wrong places with whiskey and Coca-Cola caps, and was about to doze off. Well, he didn't, he just passed out. Y, on the other hand had slept after making his presence felt at all the prime locations on the map and handed over his destiny to X.
Mr. Irresponsbile took the cue and hopped onto the map from the shore, unwatched. All this while, he just rolled a few joints and finally the marijuana kept beside him was put to some good use. He took one drag, one long drag, as if it were a blessing and then began using all the other joints t burn down the spots where X had made his mark. Time flew by, and the map began to burn, little by little.
Next morning when Mr. Responsible woke up, it was all gone. But, one joint got stubbed and Z was caught. But, the game was over. Y was never in it, and Mr. Irresponsible had won. Peace?
(Also, this is a complete piece of fiction.)
On the 26th of November, 2008 in the city of मुंबई, 3 friends decided to play a game. 3 lazy friends, with nothing really to do; lost in the fast pace of the city. They were 'totally jobless,' so to say, in our terms. It was one of those 'character' games, from what I hear. Do you remember playing 'चोर-पुलिस' or घर-घर' as a child; this was very similar, when I compared them. Considering the fact that I don't know their names and that I heard this story from someone else, I'd like to respect their privacy and address them as X, Y and Z.
Now, X -this smart, well spoken, bluff sort of a guy and the others knew of it.
Y, on the other hand - an innocent bloke, who bought every bit of what X said.
Finally, Z - the smartest yet violent and knew the others were good for nothing.
It so happened, with the passing of time, that the game began taking an interesting shape right from the first move. They lay out a map in front of them. There was one bulb hanging from the low ceiling and they sat around a circular table with a glass of whiskey by X, a bottle of beer by Y and some marijuana by Z's side. Then, the dumb nitwit Y dropped the 3 chits they had made right in the middle of the map, on दादर. They picked up one each and despite being grown up men, acted like children and brought them very close to their faces and began unfolding them. The chits were written out by X and tampered by Z and poor little Y just looked on. By this time, they could hear spooky background music from Johnny Gaddar. It was intense.
X, being the lucky one received a chit that said 'Mr. Responsible' and knew he had hit bulls eye. He also believed that his work was now easy, considering he thought of the the other two to be absolute nincompoops. This made things simple for Z, who simply smiled on. He knew he had the game on his palm, and that he could crush it. Cakewalk?
Meanwhile, when X and Y were beaming at their findings on the chits, Z had begun plotting the game. Y, true to his self was fascinated and glad to have received the chit that said 'Mr. Not Responsible.' He just fit it into it, considering he knew that whoever else was Mr. Responsible or the other had most of the work to do. He just had to watch the game unfold.
Z, obviously was 'Mr. Irresponsible' and the mind games had begun. From the look on Y's face he figured out that he was not the one he had to deal with, but just use him as bait to masterfully win the game. Now, the only thing that held him back from conquest was X and his antics. But, since X was a bluff as well, he ended up bluffing himself and in the process bluffed poor little Y and made him believe in the fact that he would take care of anything and everything.
Before we proceed; the game. What one had to do during the course of the game was to try and capture most of the important locations on the map and the person with the maximum positions captured, keeping their characters in mind. So, if X had to protect them, Z just had to destroy them and Y, well, he just had to occupy them.
As the night ticked away, Z made his presence felt by the shore and all X did during this time was plot his own game ignored the movements of Mr. Irresponsible. Z, being the wicked one had plotted his game excellently and was relaxed and assured of his target; Y. Mr. Responsible's head had begun buzzing after the continuous intake of whiskey and he had begun capturing locations on the map. He blocked all the wrong places with whiskey and Coca-Cola caps, and was about to doze off. Well, he didn't, he just passed out. Y, on the other hand had slept after making his presence felt at all the prime locations on the map and handed over his destiny to X.
Mr. Irresponsbile took the cue and hopped onto the map from the shore, unwatched. All this while, he just rolled a few joints and finally the marijuana kept beside him was put to some good use. He took one drag, one long drag, as if it were a blessing and then began using all the other joints t burn down the spots where X had made his mark. Time flew by, and the map began to burn, little by little.
Next morning when Mr. Responsible woke up, it was all gone. But, one joint got stubbed and Z was caught. But, the game was over. Y was never in it, and Mr. Irresponsible had won. Peace?
"ज़रा हटके, ज़रा बचके, यह है बॉम्बे मेरी जान।"
3 people gave gyaan:
yea indeed confusing--- but ya do have a wild imagination=woah!
nevertheless good work! :)
lissen..u think abstract too.obvsly u noe that. But when u write, u have to make sure that ppl reading it r able to comprehend it.
I understood it sumwot, but the impact was not too much..since confusion overshadowed the moral msg u tried to convey.
i dunnoe..hvnt read such stuff in a long while..maybe it's my problem.but in general,write thoda aur, i dunnoe, 'loud' style mein.
I never doubted you..
Good work, brother..
One day, this blog will be havong a crazy following..
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