The Paroxysm begins.......

"OH shit!! Damn it!! whats wrong with you guys?? Why dont u go and join Iraq??? you might strengthen their side....they need soldiers!! Or better try the underworld. Apt for you guys." I screamed in rage...Mom gave me the stern look..and i was suddenly abashed.She was never that way. The types who mum their children with that flinty look...or just  a glare. And i was never afraid of her.........This time she scored....

               He came forward, looked me into the eyes& then the next thing i remember is my ear ringing.Twas the type of slap which numbs your brain and then after a couple of seconds later, u feel the left side of ur face hurts like hell.
             He went inside, hung his shirt on his body and stormed off the stage. We finally had a moment of peace. She looked at me into the eyes...and the next thing i remember...shezz inside the kitchen.Dinner was on her mind.
             Being a bit of a feminist here, but on my side of the world, women, especially married have got nothing much to do after those verbal scuffle wid the husbands. even though the cooker is full of pressure....Mostly what they do is turn off the gas. whereas men, married or unmarried just fiddle with the whistle over the vessel and let off the steam.
    BACK TO THE STORY THOUGH
                  I went in, hugged her from behind. She was trying too much to pretend she jus had kitchen on that mental TO do list.I know it wasnt that way . My grip became tighter......"Sod malaa(Leave me)". the scream was enough to make me leaver her. Actually it was so loud, had it come from some other house in the building, the people around would've come to rescue the screamer, anticipating a possible rape attempt.
                 Fortunately it wasn't outlandish & they knew it was my mother India. Plus a presence of two healthy males inside and a somewhat irksome watchman on the gate,hardly left any possibility of such a deadly offense.It was 5 in the evening. I went out.With a lots on my mind.
                I came back home by 7. It was summer and the sky looked bright,even at this hour of the evening.I went to the kitchen, took a long sip of water from the bottle.It numbed my head for a couple of second. U know the usual thing that happens to you when u drink sum thing really chilled? the headache kind of a thing.

                 It was Stygian. Pitch dark. Nothing was visible except the shapes. icould make out a shape of an old rusty car.I was sweating...was completely soaked.clothes were drenched....suddenly a drop trickled down from behind my ear....i could feel it passing through the back..till the waist.I was stranded....tried to move but couldn't....suddenly...i could hear the sound of the air passing by. I felt it touching my body....it felt nice and cold in that....place which was ray less..a pungent odor..started bothering me. I found i was naked....i tried to run....i moved a bit further and suddenly fell.....and Whoosh!!!!!!!!!

I was back to the real world. What kind of a dream was that? Symbolic??? of what??? I cant derive anything...only possible for that guy with a beard....yeah! the Freud.
I sat straight. A figure in the mirror was staring at me.Those bloodshot eyes were scary...spine chilling ..those curly hair..messed up completely.That dusky guy in the mirror.He was just 16. His posture was that of a Lost sportsman. Actually a never-got-a-chance sportsman of a lost team.There was nothing great about him.His mind made contrary statements though.Actually he could.ve been the Poster boy for "Sarva shiksha Abhiyaan" or other such ventures conducted by the NGOs...with Lil  unfortunate, poor, dark kids...who would get a share if u buy those Detergents, they might get a chance to study to stand on their own.& be self dependent and blah blah blah.....
           Or the guy with half-a-dozen policemen around him, handcuffed with ropes, posing for the Lens men who serves your Local movie channel who suddenly starts up with NEWS when you are completely into the movie.And u watch him because there is nothing interesting going on any other channel and you just love the way Preity zinta looks in the song which is going to be aired in the movie as soon as these freaks are done with the NEWS stuff.(Which BTW hs no specific start and stop time)

          that figure was me. A guy with nothing great about him.I sometimes wondered why was i even born in the first place.It was terrible.......................