Sunday, September 8, 2019

A family of five


A family of 5, a father, a mother, two girls, and a boy. The eldest girl was 24, a boy of 14 and the little girl of 5. The little girl always had her doll with her at all times which she thought was the cutest doll in the world. They all planned a trip to travel via flights throughout India. They packed their bags and reached a city where they took buses to the airport. Having never traveled in the city to the airport, all the family was very excited, the bus was full of people(foreigners, Hindu, Muslim, etc.) they all left and the driver of the bus was supposedly a Muslim(as guessed by the mother) although the bus had no signs to depict this assumption.

The driver was taking the bus to some unusual places instead of the airport, everyone inside started asking questions to the conductor and he replied that it was a new short-cut to the airport to avoid traffic, so they all believed him. The driver was going in a very isolated direction, suddenly other buses that were similarly headed towards the airport came into visibility which relieved the passengers a bit. All the buses were moving in a line and suddenly all of the drives drove their buses into ditches on the side of the road. Many of them were injured at the time of the impact. Unable to move, everyone stayed inside trying to help one another irrespective of their religions/color, then suddenly few armed men came inside, down the ditch and started shooting everyone, chaos spread. The family remained close to one another, the eldest girl held the little girl, the little girl held her doll, mother held her son and the father held everyone close in his arms. Unlike everyone they were the only ones who remained uninjured on the bus, they were in the corner seat at the back of the bus. They happened to be the only family of five on the bus. They were taken as hostages by the shooters. Why were they the only ones alive on that bus? The father thought this to himself. When they came out of the ditch held by the shooters (whose faces were covered) they saw that every other bus was on fire and there was no one in sight. No living being in sight just the glare of the sun and the burning buses. (Apparently, they missed that every other bus was set with an explosive and they couldn’t hear the explosion as it happened when they crashed) There came a new bus and it took all the shooters and a family of five with them. (Even the bus’s drivers and conductors were shot by the shooters) The bus was usual and traveled at fairly high speed for some hours then it became normal, they were fleeing the sight. They traveled from city to city and villages to villages. Everyone was scared at first but the father took all of them at peace saying that they wouldn’t hurt any of them as they didn’t kill them on the bus when it crashed. The little girl was too tired of crying now. All the family was numb now. So, they started asking questions to the shooters. (They were the only family alive as they were Hindu and were always to be kept as hostages for their own protection and demands to be fulfilled by the government) The first shooter asked them to shut their mouths. Another shooter started staring down the eldest girl with his lustful eyes, he scared her, her mother tried to hold her close. What did they want from the family? Why only this Hindu family? None of the questions were answered. They tried to scare them by saying that they will shoot them. (They didn’t know which bus the family would be on so they planted explosives on every bus and the driver and the conductor of every bus were involved with the shooters, they blew themselves and the buses on which the family wasn’t on. The conductor had the detonator. The family’s bus was not exploded but the driver and conductor were shot by the shooters, they didn’t know that they would be killed) They were traveling and the family was scared, they came across a few police cars but nothing happened, now they came across a roadblock by police, the shooters dressed themselves differently like casuals and said that this bus was also having a bomb and they would explode the bus if they did anything reckless, the shooter had the detonator. Few cops came inside and checked the bus, nothing was found, on asking the men in the bus they answered they were headed towards their town. After a while, all of them were allowed to pass by. They had hidden their guns somewhere on the bus. One of the shooters lost control and patience and tried to take the eldest girl he had eyes on, he put her on the side backward and tried to rape her, the father rebelled but was taken aback by the second shooter. One of the shooters said that now is not the time and asked him to be patient, and he will get enough time each one of them looking at the mother and the little girl. Another said that the family was to be set free, at which he was shut up by the second shooter. They weren’t supposed to speak about it, the whole Hindu family and their demands thing. So the girl was sat down on her seat, she was continuously enchanting that “he will rape me”. The little girl was unable to understand anything. Father came to the conclusion that they needed this family for something they wanted.

A few days passed away, they had to take ladies so they could defaecate, same for men. They weren’t fed anything. Two of the shooters were out when a police car came and the driver panicked and suddenly, they realized that the car was headed directly towards them. The two shooters came inside in a hurry, took out their weapons and started shooting, all the members of the family were on the floor of the bus. One shooter got shot in his head and died, another was injured, then the shooters took members of the family at the window and used them as their shields and started shooting, another shooter took the detonator and showed it to the police car after them at which police turned back. The injured shooter was dead after a while. There were only two remaining, one was the driver and one shooter. They realized that they were out of ammo and the condition of the bus with all the bullet marks on it would give up their masquerade. So, they decided to split up, the driver took the little girl and the shooter took the other four family members. The four were warned that if they did anything unwanted then the driver would kill their little angel. They only had knives as weapons left. The shooter with four hostages and his knife was walking towards the airport of another city and the driver was following him so that he could kill the girl at the right time. The son thought that he was smarter than other members of his family. (the shooter had a plan to blast the airport to which they were walking and had some friends he called which were the backup plan) When they reached the airport he found that there was way too much security and he asked someone about it and was informed that five people were arrested, they had weapons and explosives in their van. He was very disturbed after listening to this news, so he pushed the mother to move and did it with cruelty at which a police officer came and asked if everything was all right. The son whispered “help us” with a terrorized face while none of the other said anything. The cop unholstered his gun and asked the man to step away at which the man took out his knife and placed it on the father and slit his throat, then he took the mother. The cop was too far to react quickly. The father choked and died after bleeding too much. The cop saw him die and the shooter asked the cop to drop his gun. The cop took a little bit of time but after seeing another cop right behind the shooter he dropped his gun and he stepped away. The cop behind him shot the shooter in his head and he dropped on the floor. His blood was all over the three hostages. The three hostages told the cops about the little girl and the driver. Everyone started searching for her while the family was kept in a safe place inside the airport. After a while, a cop came to the family and said that they have found the girl. Everyone was terrified after the father died but relieved that the little girl was found but there was something very disturbing about the countenance of the cop. Only the mother and her daughter could recognize that disturbing look, the boy wasn’t able to notice it. They reached the back of the airport and found the girl’s body her eyes were taken out and she was lying on the floor with her doll on her chest. The females broke at this sight and started crying, a female constable took both of them inside. The boy remained at the sight and he fell on his knees realizing what he had done (he wasn’t as smart as he thought he was). He thought to himself that it was because of him that his father died as he whispered “help us”, also he was the reason that the driver killed his sister and fled. He ran to her body and took the doll. The sight was cleared.

After a few years, the son was very depressed throughout. The mother forced her daughter to get married and have a family which would help her deviate from that incident. The mother stayed at home with her son. She couldn’t help her son’s depression. A few months later when the mother was out for grocery shopping, she came back and found her son hung from the ceiling with a note saying “I am sorry” on the doll which he took from his sister’s dead body. He couldn’t bear it anymore.
The eldest daughter was shocked and petrified at this news. After a few years, she will get married and make a family and get away from all of this. She was pregnant with a girl whom she thought would be the rebirth of her young sister, finally, there was some happiness at her doors. At the time of her delivery, she faced many complications and both the mother and the girl died during the process of childbirth. The only one who remained of the five was the mother, not a mother anymore nor a wife. She was very superstitious and somehow was getting mad
day by day. She started blaming the doll for all that had happened, for losing her entire family. So, she thought of taking revenge on her. She burned her whole house down with the doll in her laps sitting in her family’s room on the floor. The whole house got burned down, none of the five remained, not even the doll.       

Night Mare


I had the worst nightmare I ever had and I am confused about it. She told me to write it down, so I am doing that. I know that it was just a nightmare but it felt very real. I don’t remember how I got into it but I do remember the worst parts. Here it begins…..

I was fighting evil demons, one was a lady and the other seemed to be a very tall girl, their faces were very awful to look at. I had to kill the other girl who defended the lady. That lady demon entered the bodies of my friends. Human life was attached to books. If I burn a book then the linked human dies. I burned the book of the friend in whose body the evil entered which lead to the death of all my friends. Then I had to kill my entire family with a knife, I put the knife in their throat, one by one I killed my family without any regrets/thoughts. The monster feeling with which I was killing them was just unbearable when I woke up. After that I killed the one defending the evil demon, then I wrote something on the evil’s hand in Sanskrit. Just before killing her I raped a lady and I think I know who that lady was, someone I know, some familiar face but I can’t exactly figure who it was. In the end, I killed the evil.

I woke up with my heart beating very high, I blamed myself for what I did as it felt very real. I couldn’t look god in the eye after what I dreamt about. It is just not easy to take in. I feel like I deserve pain.

Tuesday, January 15, 2019


Clair de Lune


I took you for my clair de lune,
Just like the meaning of your name I thought it was a boon

I never believed in humans so I took you for something else,
Now, you are just a figment of my imagination, my melancholy tells

Sweared that I will always be by your side,
Instead of the truth it was just another lie

I still remember losing myself when I looked in your eyes,
We promised each other a lot of things and then there were denies

Remember the nightmare in which I killed everyone I am familiar to,
You weren’t one of them or were you too?

Every time I let you down, I sigh,
You were wrong, I was right, I am not a good guy

You forgot that I do what I do,
I never listened to anyone, all of it was just to make one of my dreams come true

Neither of us ever said that we are sorry,
Sad but that is the end of the story.


Watch the video in the link given below-
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZesIH5oOG48


Tuesday, January 1, 2019

DESTRUCTION IS A FORM OF CREATION!


Destruction is a form of creation

Like in the novel “the destructors” by Graham Greene, the kids broke into the house and found a huge amount of money but they burned it which clearly signifies that they weren’t interested in money. Them burning the money signifies that they were different from everyone, they wanted to change the world so instead of doing what anyone might had done they destroyed it to see what happens when the sky opens up and the world falls apart. Many of us might take this act as an unwise or outrageous feat but some (including me) think that they are believers and hold the competence to make decisions which are not a cup of tea for anyone, it takes guts to walk on paths on which no one has ever walked. They are one of those who believe that “destruction is a form of creation”. Inspired by the novel, it became inevitable for me not to destruct something close to me. I had to do it to know how it feels. I am big fan of “Emma Stone”, so I made a sketch of her about two months ago which took me about four-five hours. Most of my friends didn’t recognize her by my sketch but I didn’t mind at all as I wanted to put my affection towards her into something positive and I wanted to feel that dedication an artist puts into sketching (losing oneself completely into something). I kept her with me for about a month, she was on my wall and I used to talk to her everyday but after one month I gifted the sketch to my sister and she happily accepted it. Today, I burned her on my house’s roof and filmed the whole act. Right after it, I felt kind of relieved of the attraction I have towards her but now I am more attracted towards her as in now I don’t need a sketch of her to talk to, I can feel her closer to me and it makes me more alive, sometimes I can even hear her voice, she whispers in my ears. Destructing her sketch has led to the creation of intense fondness towards her. Burning her sketch has changed things. Things will never be the same…..

Watch the video below!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZesIH5oOG48