Before The End

This a a short story I wrote as an assignment in college. I hope you like it. Critiques are welcome.Please do comment on the blog or email me on chaitanya1317@gmail.com

Before The End: Chapter1: Dusky End

1. Dusky End

July 18 2055, the sun slowly sets over the horizon and dusk fills in on the sky. Life in the Big Apple as always, a nonstop hum-drum of activity but for Jack Milford, life stopped and everything around him. His mind in turmoil seemed the only thing that seemed to move. Loss of life, in the nano age is something that happens to oldies beyond the age of 100 not to young boil bloods like Anna, his girlfriend. Jack’s eyes were swollen with tears, he was “Jack” ass, and Anna always said so. The pizza was a bad idea.

Sunday afternoons were boring and cooking food, not even a distant thought. The usual pizza had gotten to Anna and she was dying to have Falafel, quite literally she did. A flurry of flashbacks flooded his mind; he shared an ocean of memories with Anna. Just then he heard a knock on the door and stirred out of the timeless memories and moments of the past, from the day he proposed to her; the day they moved into their apartment, all dissolved and out into reality, Jack was dazed. He moved to open to door, to see a police search team.

“Mr. Milford?” asked, Chief Harris a tall, well built, blonde haired and grey eyed officer. Jack nodded and opened the door.

“Mr. Milford we have come here to have a look around your apartment, we do have a search warrant and I need to interrogate you.” Harris said looking at Jack.

“Sure, anything you want” Jack said still a bit dazed. “Could we sit in the living room while my team does its work?” Harris. “Yes, not a problem”

“So Mr. Milford, or could I call you Jack?”

“Yes please do.”

“Alright, so tell me Jack what exactly happened?”

“Well, I was having a bath, when the pizza we had ordered arrived. I heard her opening the door, paying the pizza guy. Then silence. I yelled out to Anna to close the door properly but I didn’t get a reply. Worried, I quickly finished my bath and came out.” A tear rolled down his face.

“Go on then.”

“I saw her, fallen at the door, I rushed to her and saw her heart beating like crazy and her breath was heavy, there was only a small cut on her palm. I rushed her to the hospital down the block.”

“You did not see the pizza boy did you, not even a glance?”

“Not at all”

Tears of anger, frustration and grief rolled down his face and for the first time he had no one with him in this helplessness. The search team, was done with the job, and reported clean. Harris figured he’ll be on a long day.

“All right Jack, the apartment is clean; I’ll be off to the hospital and find some lead in the case. I’ll get right back to you as soon as I find something.”

“Sure sir.”

Chief Harris was a full blooded skeptic, bred on murder novels and stories. He doubted Jack even though it was out-stretched. He planned to have Jack’s back watched all through.

The walk to the hospital wasn’t very long. Harris met up with Dr.Wong, who treated Anna. Dr.Wong was a short man, with a stark white shirt, well combed hair. He had the really very intellectual kind look. Harris approached him.

“Dr.Wong? Hello I am Chief Harris.”

“Hello Mr. Harris, I was expecting you.”

“Yes, could you tell me about how Anna Sharden actually died?”

“Well Mr. Harris, it’s the weirdest case I have ever seen. She had high pulse rate, heavy breathing and a small cut on her palm, which by the way would not stop bleeding. It is confirmed that she did not have hemophilia.”

“So what killed her?”

“We tried to initiate clotting on her cut, but the moment we applied medicine she had something like an allergic reaction. It didn’t take long for her condition to deteriorate and within 5 minutes she passed out.”

“Do you have any idea about what happened to her? I’d like to have an autopsy report sent to me any ways. I’ll get back to you soon. Thank you.”

“Welcome, Mr. Harris”.

The day just got queerer! Harris’s sad smiled explained it all to his team, boss ain’t that happy and head home quietly.

Harris left a text message to Jack about the meeting with Dr.Wong and said he’d tell Jack if something new comes up.

It was his daughter’s birthday; the little princess had turned 5! The night glow of his watched showed 9pm and then went off, black, as the dark New York sky.

Before The End: Chapter2: Spread

2. Spread

Jack was getting on well. Life had changed and so he became a changed man. Trying his best to move on, he moved into a new apartment; got a promotion so bought a new car, life was more comfortable but sorely incomplete. It had been 3 months to Anna’s death but Harris and his team couldn’t yet find the pizza boy or the reason of her death. It really didn’t matter to Jack now. It was something that he had buried in the depths of his memory.

Harris on the other hand was fumed. Over the past 3 months there were about 100 such cases were people have died after receiving simple medical aid like anti-septic cream to the wound and if left untouched, would develop internal hemorrhage and die. The police and the doctors of New York were at their lowest point in their careers. No solution. At all!

People in the city develop a high level of paranoia. Trust among people is tanking down and even the slightest illnesses cause people to rush to the hospitals. The issue bloated enough for the Mayor to step in and have a look.

Robert Stanley, the Mayor of New York was a very proactive man. The city had risen to be in the top three business cities of the world under his auspices. He came to know of the incident when his Secretary’s neighbour died, which was then a freak death. As the Mayor he called upon the leading Doctors and the Chief of Police staff of New York with detailed reports on the new problem that the city faces.

“Dr.Wong, can you tell me what this disease is about? Can you define it for me? “

“Unfortunately sir, I cannot. This is not a disease and cannot be defined because the cause of death and the reason of the death are always different in each case.”

“All right, Ronald? What do the police and investigation team have to offer?”

“Nothing at all sir, all these cases of deaths aren’t murders. Verified.”

“Then what the hell is this!?” It was probably the first time Robert Stanley ever was seen to loose his temper. Banging his fist hard on the table, it rattled the pen holder. Behind the two men, outside the window, the weather became overcast almost as to depict a real life climax situation.

“What do I say to the people who stay here, the companies that have set up offices the locals and to the government? Two people, who should be aware and able enough to take control, tell me they don’t know what to do.”

“Sir, please try and understand our situation, the people who have died were found at burger places, malls, theatres or homes. The places were public in each case. We have no suspects from any of the cases except the first one, Anna Sharden. Even though we have a suspect, medical reports clearly state her death to be due to a reaction to the anti-septic medicine.” Said Dr.Wong

“Yes, yes I read about that, but I need to address the people of the city soon. What will I say?”

“Give the people hope. As far as the police are concerned, there is nothing in it for us.”

“Fine. You may go. Dr.Wong, give me a solution A.S.A.P”

“I will try my level best sir.”

The next day Mayor Stanley addressed the city and assured the masses that a team of top medical professionals are looking into the matter and will come out with a solution soon. Politicians are real life actors for sure. On screen his face glowed with radiant confidence topped with the most charming smile a man could ever put on! Hearts within hearts, he was scared and petrified.

“New York City! We are in very trying times. A strange disease has gripped the city. We all are scared, but it is at such moments that we need to pull ourselves together into one community, one city.

The council will be dispatching an email regarding health care measures to be taken along with other important guidelines for your safety. Let us all pray for our safety and peace for those who died.”

A perfect speech. Short, concise and to the point. Delivered with superb action and emotions. Robert just hated the public speeches, he’d rather go and talk to the masses face to face and express himself. Just then, his tab¹ buzzed. It was Dr.Wong.

“Hello!”

“Sir! I need to see you over a secure line or meet you personally as soon as possible.”

“Yes, meet me in my office in two hours.”

“Sure.”

“Disconnect line.”

Sliding his tab in, Robert was praying that Dr.Wong found a quick solution to the problem. The series of 4 half hour meetings with various stake holders of the city seemed to be a real waste of time and verbal red tape.

3pm. And in came Dr. Wong, with a rather worried face.

“Mr. Stanley, I have an important point to make and I feel that it will be closely associated to these strange deaths.”

“Shoot”

“Well Mr. Stanley about 40 years ago, a scientist called Mona Pe a very clever Bio-Tech scientist invented the first self mutating living cell in human history. The application of that invention is seen in the body part replacement market. The new body parts are made by self reproducing artificial cells. These cells are the derivatives of the self mutating cells. Back then, there was a huge fiasco over mishandling and misplacement of one of batches of self mutating cells. What I am saying is that maybe, just may be one of those cells might have found its way into a human body and is spreading through contact between individuals who are affected and individuals who aren’t affected. The government back then covered the matter by issuing a false report saying that this incident is harmless as the cell can survive only in lab condition.

“What about Mona Pe? Where is she? Could we contact her and seek her help in this matter?”

“Sir, she killed herself after this incidence, even though the official report says she has retired.”

“Oh, I see. Well then work on it, use any resources of the City, that you may require, but give me a solution.”

“I will start work immediately sir.”

“Thank you”

Dr.Wong left the chamber and Robert Stanley the face of New York, the youngest Mayor of New York, sat in a pensive mood. The idea of a reaction from the Mona Pe fiasco seemed farfetched, yet the situation he was in, he thought of giving that angle a shot. He silently regretted the fact that legislation had made it mandatory for all top positions in the government to be taken up by people who were below the age of 35. Robert Stanley was alone with a pool of resources he dint know how to utilize.

Before The End: Chapter3: Mona Pe

40 Years Back……

3. Mona Pe

Mona Pe was a naturalized American. She belonged to the city of New Mexico, Mexico. Mona was a brilliant student all throughout her academics. At age 15 she moved to USA, with the hope of getting a good Graduate degree in her favorite field, biology. What she ended up with was a Bio-tech degree and a host of corporate companies offering her huge pay packets right off Grad school, but she had other plans. She went on with her Masters and her PhD. One of her thesis for the PhD was on a self mutating cell that would be created artificially my man. Everyone thought of it as being a very ambitious project, but some people in the government thought otherwise. Just after getting her PhD, she was offered American citizenship and a job offer to work on her Mutating cell thesis. It was an offer that could not be denied.

Over the next 7 years Mona was engrossed in work, her sole purpose to create a self mutating cell! And she did succeed. 13^th April 2015. History was created. Mankind created the first artificial self mutating cell. Oh and it was all over the media. Mona Pe was a world celebrity. She was said to the equivalent of two Einsteins put together. It was a great feat to have achieved successful results in just 7 years of a project, while some people still stuck with the same project for over 15 years.

However as they say, what goes up has to come down someday. Mona’s sudden shot to fame ended soon. At one of the press meetings, Mona accidentally dropped the container and it was a spill. The contents evaporated as soon as they container cracked. This incident was caught on camera. The media ran a riot. Little was known about the self mutating cells and each media house had their own version on what will happen to the world. One thing all of them had in common, death of the human race. The media houses were notoriously famous for running such stories, but this story seemed very very believable. Mona Pe was demonized. There was complete pandemonium and the US economy suffered largely due to this.

The government had to intervene. They issued detailed report that explain how the self mutating cell would not survive in normal environments and need lab conditions to survive. The government ensured that the panic and chaos was settled and normalcy returned.

The truth is the report was faked. The scientists were still finding out ways in which they could tract and destroy the cell that escaped. Sadly nothing was known about the properties of the cell, making the job even more difficult. Mona Pe committed suicide. The government had covered up by saying she opted to retire. Making enough noise so as to divert the attention of the media and the public, the government managed to bury the issue.

Before The End: Chapter4: Nuar

Back to the Future

4. Nuar

Nuar was an orphan staying at the Allbless Orphan Home in a small corner of New York. He was a very quiet kid right from the start. His mother died while giving birth to him and he was brought to the orphanage when he was 2 years of age. There was something different about him and yet he would be as normal a kid could ever be.

Nuar would never fall ill. That was very strange. His guardians at the orphanage never had to treat him for viral fevers, cold and cough. In fact he never fell ill his entire life. At some nights however, he would complain of having the feeling of burning from inside. The doctors could never trace the slightest of irregularity in him thought. Over the years Nuar learnt to handle the pain, even thought it kept on getting worse year after year. At age 16, he became a guardian to a new baby boy and started taking small responsibilities of managing things at the orphanage. Things were going well until one day he had a visitor. His first visitor and it changed him and his life.Three years later.

On a pleasant day of February 2055, a lady came into the orphanage. The director recognized her immediately and sent for Nuar. She was the lady who had nursed and taken care of Nuar till the age of 2. Nuar quiet clueless of what was happening greeted the new lady.

“Hello Nuar! I am Wendy. I took care of you when you were a little baby. I had very little money, which is why I had to send you to this place.”

“Hello Wendy.”

“Dear, today I am going to tell you something that will change your life.”

“Wow, well I hope it does, life sucks here you know.”

After a good long hour of chatting Wendy stood up. They hugged each other.

“Now you are 19 and fully ready for it. Best of luck my child. I know your mother would want you to do the same thing. She would be so proud of you!”

There was a glow on Nuar’s face, like never seen before. Almost as though he got a new purpose in his life, a reason to live and dream.

“What did Wendy tell you? You have blossomed like a flower since then!” asked the manager.

“Oh sir, you will know of it soon.”

The manager could trust Nuar with his life, but was amazed at the changes in him since Wendy. Nuar was more bold, happy cheerful and yes surely more charming than before. He became talkative and flirty, that could just be because of his age or may be?

Nuar took up a job. He made more friends outside the nieghbourhood and they would often visit the orphanage. Life was getting better by the day.

By the end of May 2055, Nuar completed a task assigned to him by Wendy. Now everyone at the Orphanage barring the very little children below the age of 1 year was one of “them”. Wendy was pleased and so was the Manager.

As they say ‘Always for the greater good’.

Before The End: Chapter5: Delivery

5. Delievery

The month of June was full of activities. Wendy assigned more work to Nuar and he was glad to do it. Their numbers were increasing almost each day at their gatherings. The cause was noble and rational.

Along with Wendy’s work, Nuar took up a job of a Pizza Delivery boy. As a young man he had never fallen in love but it was something that was just waiting to happen.

On a lazy Sunday of July, Nuar didn’t even remotely want to go out but an order was placed and off he was with the delivery. He hoped the person was alone, someone who he could recruit for their cause. Well within the time limit of 30 minutes delivery. Nuar ran up the flight of stairs and found apartment A-5, the pizza’s destination. The building was very quiet, and the sound of the bell was loud as a honker.

A minute later a beautiful girl, opened the door. Nuar was stunned by her beauty. Lost in thoughts he stared at her, mouth wide open. The girl blushed giving a shy smile, and took the pizza box in. Nuar peeked to see if she was alone. Yes she was! When she came to the door, he stared at her, their eyes met and locked in a gaze. He shook hands with her and squeezed her hand hard. The girl slipped into a trance. Nuar took hold of her as she collapsed. Just then he heard a noise, inside, someone calling out to the girl, Anna. Nuar panicked.

He left the girl at the door, still in a trance and ran. He could not be caught, not until ‘they’ are ready. He rushed to meet Wendy and told her about the incidence. She turned grim and remained silent for the rest of the time. Later in the evening, Wendy called on Nuar and told him, the girl died.

Nuar was distraught. He felt a pain greater than anything he had ever experienced in his life. Just to imagine the pretty face, lifeless and dead. The man took her to the hospital and on treatment to the cut she died. Nuar couldn’t help cursing himself for being irresponsible and careless.

Adding insult to injury was the rising number to deaths, because of ‘their’ kind of people being reckless and stupid. It was high time that his people got their act together and become more careful and responsible.

Before The End: Chapter6: Jack-ed

6. Jack-ed

Harris could not just sit on his haunches and wait for Dr.Wong. He still believed that there would be some lead to Anna Sharden case, something that would link all the cases of deaths. He had to find the missing link. Over the years of work in the department, he had learnt a lot of things the hard way. Many a times criminals become complacent after some period of time and that is when you can get them. Harris secretly arranged for search warrants of Jack’s old and new house. He had a watcher on his tail everyday for over a week now. Nothing suspicious came out of it. The last on his check list was a soft interrogation. This technique of Harris had become a part of NYPD procedure owing to its success rate. If Jack cleared this, it would mean that it definitely would not be murder and that New York is in serious medical problems.

Julia White was Harris’ right hand man. She was a stunner and blinding fast with weapons. Julia had been working under Harris for over 5 years. She was tall strong and yet very attractive. He called upon her to brief her about Jack’s case. Punctuality mattered a lot to Harris and Julia was very punctual.

At the stroke of 10 in the morning, Julia entered Harris’s cabin.

“Hello Harris, how do you do?”

“Quiet fine. Thank you”

“So what do you have in store for me?’

“You have to do Jack Milford.”

“Alright sure, can I have a copy of the brief?”

“There.” Harris gave her a copy of details about Jack along with his observations, even the small little details like how he gestures a good bye or says hello.

“Thank you so much. Ah! I see the warrants too. So 7.30 p.m right?”

“Yes.”

“Well I will see you tomorrow then Harris. Good day.”

“Good day!”

Julia left. Not a rare sight to see heads turn as she walks by. Harris though was lost in his thoughts, hoping for a crackdown soon, if not on the criminal front at least on the medical front.

Julia had a plan hatching in her mind, as soon as she left Harris’s office.

Plan:

Burst in: 7.30p.m

Enter: 8.0p.m.

Interrogate till 8.30p.m.

Burst in team leaves by 8 p.m.

She drove into her garage, and went in for her afternoon nap. The trees were shedding leaves. The warm winds always sent a chill down her spine or was she scared of what she was about to do?

Before The End: Chapter7: Taken

7. Taken

The alarm bells went off! 5.30p.m. Julia sluggishly got up from a bed. Outside the window, in the garden a small group of sparrows were flying about, building a nest. Still a bit spaced out, she thought about her mother, who was her idol.

How much she missed her childhood days. Making cookies, baking cakes and eating ice-cream on the porch, she missed it all. Time is a killer, a cruel demon, often overlooked. How slowly and gradually it kills you and these science folks call it ageing. What you are left with are just memories. Julia had so many of them! Perked up, she jumped off bed and headed for the shower.

Some time set aside for meditation, before an interrogation made her feel fresh, besides it also made her sharp and alert. A quick scan through the brief and the observations made by Harris was enough, not that it really mattered. Her mission was quite something else.

The clock struck 7p.m. and left her house, her new car the Z+ Ion was waiting for her. Well modern technology does help when you can pre-program your gadgets for convenience. Exactly at 7.30p.m. Julia’s team moved into the house searched every nook and corner. The house became a mess, but it was for the psychological effect that would be required for what was coming next in Harris’s plan.

8p.m. the search party left and in came Julia, looking stunning as usual. Jack of course was petrified. She went up to him and looked into his eyes. Once the eyes locked she shook hands with him and pressed his hand hard. Jack slipped into a trance. He collapsed onto a comfy chair, Julia still holding hands with him.

About half an hour later he comes partially to senses and sees Julia. His hand is free off Julia’s hand but it hurts, as thought someone injected him all over his palm with syringes. The line on his palm seemed to be swollen, just recovering from a kind of injury. Jack is dazed and cannot make sense of anything.

“Wha..What happened?”

“Jack you have just become a mutant.”

“Mutant? “

“We are a new race of human beings that do not fall sick. We are resistant to viral, bacterial infections and diseases. Do you know why?

“Why?”

“Because we create them!”

“Ohhhh!” Jack still in a trance, listening willing to what his controller says.

“Yes, we want to gather our numbers and when the time is right, congregate for our final goal!”

“Yes” Jack says in a dreamy voice.

“Will you not ask me what our ultimate motive, is Jack?

“What is our ultimate motive?”

“Heheheh hehahahaha heheh hahahaha! That you will know when I tell you! Remember humans are evil and we need to teach them a lesson.

Julia’s laugh was a horribly scary shrill.

“For all the stupidity man does, we will teach them a lesson and make them our slaves. Then the era of the mutants will walk the earth and humans at our feet!”

“Until then Jack, love them, treat them kindly and be your usual self. When the glorious day dawns the mutants will reveal themselves and dominate the world. Do you know, all the people who are mutants now, have become intellectually ten times superior to an average human?”

“Now go to sleep and let the mutant in you rise, when the time is right!”

Finishing with that, Julia rose up, satisfied to have completed a transformation successfully.

She couldn’t wait for the day, when all these mutants would come to their selves, in a world free of stupid, irrational humans.

She drifted off into her dreams of the human free world as she walked down the stairs of Jack’s building. Julia made her way towards her car, sitting inside were two people she dearly loved.

“Hey Mom! Hey Nuar!”

Mom and Nuar, she thought, what is life without them!

A warm breeze was blowing gently across her face; it sent a chill down her spine.

Branded Love !

Mary had Fendi lambs and wore shiny Prada shoes

She walked, skipped, hopped to make all guys drool,

With Gucci earrings, oh my miss fine,

Surely we can dine?

Snap! Retort: sad

D&G do not help in this game?

No alas, the brand is too gay.

Doom Armani, chauvinist pig,

How about U2’s gig?

I watch Opera, so you think?

Impressing fair maidens equals work laden,

Scoffs! Diesel be worn by men like thee,

Lesser weasels thou perceived,

Esprit glasses over armor,

Make ye look rich farmer,

Off, Church’s Gong,

Rid Billabong, al

Slip into Dior,

Bid good bye sire !

I wish I was a movie star !

I wish I was a movie star

I could do the bad guys in,

I wish I was a movie star

I could thrash villain into a bin.

I wish I was a movie star,

And then, save my kin,

I wish I was a movie star

I could serenade to my love,steal her away.

I wish I was a movie star

And be chased by the groom for a fight,

I wish I was a movie star

Sore and bloody yet I win the fight.

I wish I was a movie star

Where after every failure came success,

I wish I was a movie star

I could save people form the brink of death.

I wish I was a movie star

And the past left no scars,

I wish I was a movie star

With my will as my destiny!

What Patriotism means to me!.. (Sheetal's speech)

I wave the Indian flag! I am so patriotic! My heart is content and the world sees my gleaming teeth, I show pride. Following the regular way of life is our nature and endorsing it our second nature. Is waving a flag, standing up for an inherited national anthem our sense of patriotism? It barely takes a moment to realize how superficial we are.

What do we usually do on Independence Day and Republic Day? Most of us sit at home and enjoy our holiday. Just because we are not in school anymore and no one expects us to be present for the flag hoisting, we don’t bother to attend it. It shows that we take the independence of our nation for granted. Our patriotism is only limited to joining ‘I love my India’ community on orkut and facebook. Our patriotism only comes out when India plays against Pakistan in a cricket match. What happens to this patriotism when we carelessly throw chocolate wrappers on the street? What happens to this patriotism when we see thousands of flags lying on the streets on Independence Day?

Let me narrate an incident to you. During our vacations after our 10th std. board exams, I had the opportunity to visit the Wagah border. It is the only road connecting India and Pakistan and lies between the city of Amritsar and Lahore. The village of Wagah is divided by the Radcliff line and eastern part of this village lies in India while the western part lies in Pakistan. I witnessed the flag lowering ceremony which is held every evening. The crowd assembled on both the sides of the border and the air was filled with the shouts of 'Hindustan Zindabad' and 'Pakistan Zindabad'. On both the sides the patriotic songs were played at a very high volume. Some people even began dancing to the tunes of the songs. People on either side enthusiastically waved their flags. The BSF of India and the Pakistan Rangers took their positions. At the sound of the bugle they began to march in a perfect drill. The gates were opened and the soldiers exchanged a brief handshake. After this the flags were lowered and folded with utmost care. The officers exchanged a final handshake. The gates were closed and this marked the end of the ceremony. My seat on top gave me a complete view of the whole ceremony. I was extremely disappointed to see the sight of Indian flags lying on the floor. We promptly began picking up the flags. As we did this, few people joined us for the task. Some people were too busy clicking pictures to realize that they were stamping on the flag. We collected around 200 flags. The soldiers had seen us picking the flags and we were overwhelmed when they expressed their desire to click photos with us. One of the soldiers said, "Roz yahan hazaro hindustani aate hai. Aaj mujhe sachhe hindustani mile" .This instance has left a mark, on my mind.

We celebrate our diversity! Unity in diversity we claim, and I say it’s all fake! Patriotism for me, is when we realize, who is an Indian, and why do I call myself an Indian? After all India is in-fact an artificial political construct. Patriotism is when you have a feeling of belonging, a feeling of a positive debt towards a larger entity of the nation. We don’t need to write eloquent poems and song, we don’t need to be dogmatic. We don’t need to serve in the defense forces to show our patriotism. We are a part of a young, educated, enthusiastic and dedicated generation of India with the ability to understand the society better and do our part for the nation’s upliftment. In Kennedy's own words, don’t ask what your country can do for you. Ask what you have done for your country.

Song !

Never thought I’d love so much,

So much that I’d care to wait,

Not over the oceans and the great blue sky,

Lives my heart, my sweetie pie,

Yet so far and long away,

It almost seems like a trillion miles !

In the winter’s cold, I sit by the window,

Looking at the snow, wondering where you’d be, what u’d do,

Would you spare a sec or two thinking about me?

Hell! The pain inside, makes me

Wish for an end to life,

Or the courage and fortitude, just to tell you the truth.

Ch: So bloom timid heart, take a leap!

Don’t fear pain, cause it’s never in vain

When two hearts meet !

Hush all premenisions, take a leap, reach out!

I care for that suger smile, It melts my soul,

I’d do everything to keep it sweet

Only wish that I knew what you feel!,

The Mystry kills me inside and

I hope it doesn’t show

Wish I could say “Do you love me?, yes or no?”

Why I am God's Gift to Humanity !

God created many a things and me! Yes, me! If you could possibly count all your hair and divide it by the highest common factor and multiply it by twelve, that would be my precise value of human quotient. Naturally you would wonder why I try to complicate matter that can be put in simple and plain English. Well this is where I welcome you to my world, welcome into my mind, my brain and my heart. I would like to issue a warning forehand that each of the three mentioned above, function according to their own will and pleasure while having no co-relation besides being organically of the same super system that is my body. I do not claim to be the protagonist of an ancient prophecy but I can assure you by the time you are done with this article, you would wonder what was it all about?

You don’t always have to be dropped on to earth in a space capsule from another planet to be God’s gift to humanity, nor do you have to wear your underwear outside( it’s too embarrassing for me at least). I was born on a normal day, when everything was normal, the wind was usual and there was only one star shining brightly in the sky like should at about 4.00 p.m. on the 31^st of January in the year 1991. Yes I know you would crib about me being not very particular about the seconds and milliseconds of my birth, but it’s because I am not so much of an athlete. One reason for being the “greatest gift” is that I am the only child of my parents; yes it’s similar to being the only Olympic Gold medalist of the nation. Everyone just loves you.

Talking about me and me again is in a way difficult, not because I don’t know what else to say, I don’t know how much more to say. Praising oneself is an art few ever master. I speak no false and avoid abusive language; because my fingers are well settled on the alphabets and I do not wish to strain them any further with 1100 more words to go. I can’t even take the chance of actually typing the abuses because that would make people go “Hawwwww!” and result in unnecessary slaughter of marks which are far and few.

I realize that I tend to digress and therefore I shall take you straight to the first me, my mind. My mind is the rational me. The part of me which doesn’t hold prejudices and is emotionless. What most people see of me when I work is my mind. It is that part of me which is very focused. When I am in this mind set, I am all about cold logic and reason. I sometimes hate this mind set because it is cruel and unfortunately very practical. We all dream, yes even I do (but of what is another question) but not all dreams come true. It is my mind that rescues me time and again from being like a wishful child. Many people unfortunately, do not have this ability, I am their savior! Forever extracting the best of the abilities of the people around me and working with me. My mind is also the moral police of my being. All the “good student” behavior, sweet and kind talk comes straight from here. I am never short of being the ideal student when I need to, all thanks to my mind. A harsh reality that I wish to share with you is that, I am a slave to this part of myself. Not by choice but circumstances of-course. It is painful yet I carry on with the hope of a better tomorrow!

I hate being serious. My Brain is the jester. Life is all about fun and frolic and everything that I imagine is reality, when it comes to my brain. My disciplined image hides a rather mischievous side of me. When I was a kid, I was kicked out of my class at least once a day. I really love the naughty side of myself. It’s probably one of those things that help me to keep moving on. I wonder why I can’t reveal that aspect of my personality to others. It’s a question that still intrigues me. Never mind though. My brain comes up with some of the craziest thoughts, which seldom materialize into action. I guess “the brain” is the only reason that I believe I am in the right field of education. Everything is impromptu for this side of my personality. Preparation is a waste of nerves. My brain loves to ponder over weird facts, some interesting while at other times studiously thinking of questions like “Which is worse, a kick in the private part or labor pains?” All my dreams and aspirations emerge from my brain. It is temperamental and moody. I personally feel that my brain is at the other extreme end of my personality spectrum. There are times when I wonder how difficult it would be for people to work with only one type of thoughts. What I mean is that I love randomness. It shall not be in the same breath as anarchy but near it.

The catalyst of all actions and reactions within me is my heart. My heart is the epicenter of all the possible emotions packed into a small four chambered structure. Fortunately or unfortunately, not yet sure, I think with my heart. This is the place where intuition reigns supreme. I do not claim to have a heart of gold, but surely I have a noble one. I am a very sentimental person but I rarely let it be seen. I believe in advertising my teeth. I came up with a proverb “Advertising begins at home”. Yes I understand it sounds quiet familiar, but its ok, the Queen’s English has always borrowed words and proverbs from others. I always have fights between my brain and my heart, the mind always comes to the rescue. The result or the final decision is always based on what is more logical and feasible for me in the given situation. Well, most of the times it’s my mind which wins.

Phew! , the whole system of three personalities is very complicated. I wouldn’t want to theorize it anymore because the psychology students of the future would surely curse me! Besides I hate over doing “self admiration”, it blindsides us from those around us. Everyone has something good in them, I really believe in picking up those good qualities no matter who they are, or what they do. I don’t believe in hiding my views but I refrain from giving advice because Baz Luharmann says “Advice is a form of nostalgia; dispensing it is a way of wishing the past from the disposal--wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts, and recycling it for more than it's worth.”

I am quite sure that you must have felt as if you have gone all over and come back to somewhere new. That is exactly what I wished to make you experience. I am sure you would think, well even I say all this. Yes you can, because you too are God’s gift to humanity and so is everyone else in their own way!

Me!

Hello people ! I am Chaitanya , a proverbial convert. I love science yet I am doing a course in Mass Media for various reasons. I hope you would enjoy my blogs !