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Showing posts with label Short story.. Show all posts

Friday, April 10, 2015

Complete Autism

I could not explain to anyone else but could to him.
I could put him on my lap.
He would not be listening, seemingly.
That did not matter.
I would talk, do the talking, as he would not or could not anyway. Except in his own language that I and others could not follow.
You see, darling, I would tell him, there are these pieces of paper that matter a lot to people on earth.
Yes, I know you and I are not from this planet. But they are. And they value these pieces of paper highly and assign different values to them. I never understood any of it.
I have to make lots of them to give you and your chichis and mom a good life.
For that I have to stay away from you.
Cos in the place I go to leaving you behind though that makes you and me lose out they give me more pieces of paper for same amount of work I would do here or less and those pieces of paper that I cannot read are ones that can be multiplied into even more pieces of paper here where you are, which in turn supposedly gives you all a better life though i have no idea if it is better or worse.
Do you get me?
He would not reply, of course, Or even bother to look at me, but he would sometimes look at me out of the corner of his eyes and smile or laugh and that was God smiling or laughing, if God exists.
Both of us got nothing except that it was nice to sit there with him on my lap.
Whoever had laughed at me and him had been right.
Just like him I had never belonged
Just like him, almost, those pieces of paper meant nothing to me
We would never amount to anything much, him and me, or if we did it would be by some fluke that people called the grace of God.
But we both valued those times with him sitting on my lap.
Pity that chasing those pieces of paper gave me so little of it and him.
Pity that I was not as far gone as he was to tear them up or make paper boats out of them given the chance.





PS: All the posts in "Autism" and "Rejected Stuff" category are very close to my heart as they are conclusions of the various discussions I had with people of different ages on Facebook.

PPS: This stuff is written by a gentleman and a very good friend of mine.I just did the proof reading and SEO work. 

PPS:It is published here on my blog to spread love,happiness and awareness about Autism.The unique thing about written content is that it is applicable to people of all generations.

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Rush(A short story)!

                     You're my Honeybunch, Sugarplum Pumpy-umpy-umpkin, You're my Sweetie Pie You're my Cuppycake, Gumdrop Snoogums-Boogums.. ."the alarm clock danced again after being  tightly slapped once before.It's 7:46 a.m.He almost jumped like a spider man,two feet high from his bed when his half conscious mind and drowsy eyes sensed the time by the alarm clock.It's maths final paper today at 8:00 a.m.Cursing his habit of being irresponsible he rushed towards the bathroom.Things were already hotchpotch.Within 10 minutes someone he managed to change his alien appearance and got the recognition of looking a social-being to himself.It was all done.
                                                                                                                                                                                                   
He packed his bag after wasting two minutes in scrutinizing the admit-card which was hidden behind the book-self.And now while searching for the bike key,he almost ran marathon race but still keys were playing a tough game of hide and seek with him.The clock was ticking fast,he had to find a way out of this difficult situation.Searching is now getting transformed into shouting and screaming.
                                                                                                                                                               
Suddenly a gentle and soft voice came from inside which almost soothed his brain which was filled with paranormal thoughts and fearful tornadoes."Here are your keys, and
I've put lunch and water-bottle in your bag.Go fast and drive slowly."his mother replied.
His heart was assuring his head that even Oxford dictionaries are error-prone.They didn't  include the synonyms of love and affection as mother.Did they?
Just after convincing his puzzled head  by his own thoughts, he flew at an immense speed to reach his destination as soon as possible.
                                                                                                                                                                     
The weather was quite amusing.The radiance and heat of the sun was somewhat restricted due to moisture in the air because of gradual rainfalls.Colourful clouds were dancing and embarking the beginning of the new wonderful day.
It was drizzling a bit and the cool breeze has added an excitement to it.The murmuring sound of the blowing leaves due to gentle breeze,the chirping songs of birds,the sensational music in his ear phone plugged ears, nothing was able to amuse and please his numb brain which was still struggling with the thoughts  of  getting late in his final maths exam.
The speedometer  has refused to  circulate further ahead,he was already flying like an eagle with an immense speed but was still far away from his destination.It was 8:10 already. 

Suddenly  the traffic jam in between the streets had seek ed his attention.It was an accident case.With not-so-interested-mood he parked his bike at the corner and marched towards the crowd encircling the old-lady.
She was thrown two feet away from roadside by a young passionate biker while crossing the road.She was shivering with pain,her left hand was injured and was constantly  bleeding.
The atmosphere was intense and fearful.The young biker had been forcefully grabbed under the arms of three men which appeared like they were punishing him for the unintentional crime he had done.
Frustrations of people could be easily sensed by their anger laden red faces.Each one was showing sympathy towards wrong done to the poor lady.Each one was
busy giving speech  to the young man.Some were violently rebuking,some were silently.Seeing the whole drama he was a bit confused.                                                                                                                                                   

The pathetic circumstances and the whole scene generated had already wasted his precious 15 minutes.His heart and inner soul was screaming from inside and forcing him to take an initiative and help that old lady and help her to get proper treatment.He had no mirage of any hospital visible as far as he could see.Its going to take at least half an hour to reach the nearby hospital.
 
His brain was sharply doing calculations as was already prepared to rock the maths paper.
It's a fight between his head and heart.He couldn't screw his complete maths paper for sake of humanity.He was emotional and helping by nature.He used to do his best to make people happy.But the 'rush' towards his destination had made him blind today.Suddenly his heart stop responding the puzzles generated by his selfish brain.It went numb to the issue within the fraction of seconds.
He insanely left the place,started the bike and flew towards his destination consoling his heart by the fact that someone from the crowd would certainly help that poor old lady.He just silently prayed for that poor lady.      
                                                                                                                                                                              
Humanity was intensely being raped by the dominating 'selfish-human nature'.
   
The mirage of the poor lady,trembling with fear,constantly bleeding,shivering with pain,trembling voice asking for help was still echoing in his mind.The voice was getting louder and louder.It almost reached up to the extent that it would burst his ear drums.He protested and moved to and fro and something hard was whacked at his ass.He was fallen from his bed.He was dreaming.It takes him 2 minutes to get the realization that  it was one the worst nightmares.The tender voice of his Mom reached his ears which proved he was dreaming.

"Wake up fast.See  I've got a surprise for you.Yesterday the protest you and your friends did against Corruption to support Anna-Hazare movement in your college was being published in the newspaper.I'm screaming like hell to get you know this thing and here's your photo,published today in the newspaper.I surely assure myself,my son is going to do something big,not just for us but for the country as well.He is on the verge of making his nation developed.I'm happy to see you on the path of Humanity."

"Yes Mom,I'm following the path of Humanity and your son can never be selfish.",the only words he uttered just to see a convincing smile on her mom's face. 

Saturday, October 16, 2010

A story of farmer and his donkey!

One day a farmer's donkey fell down into a well.The well was deep and dark.The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do.Finally he decided the animal was old and the well needed to be covered up anyway,it just wasn't worth it to retrieve the donkey.He invited all his neighbours to come over and help him.They all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well.At first,the donkey didn't realize what was happening and cried horribly.Then to every ones amazement he quited down.
                    
A few shovel loads later,the farmer finally looked down the well.He was astonished at what he saw,with each shovel of dirt that hit his back,the donkey was doing something amazingly.He would shake it off and take a step up.
                    
As the farmer's neighbours continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal,he would shake it off and take a step up,pretty soon everyone was amazed as the donkey steeped up over the edge of the well and happily trotted off!!

Moral: Life is going to shovel dirt on you,all kinds of dirt.People will criticise you,back stab you,make fun of you and if you try to ignore and tolerate you will definitely find yourself in a more miserable condition.All  you can do is shake it off and take a step up.We can get of the deepest wells just by not stopping,never giving up because what i personally believe is "EACH OF OUR TROUBLES IS ACTUALLY OUR STEPPINGSTONE" towards success and our ambitions.Arrows go forward only after pulling into backward,bullets go forward only after pressing the trigger backward.Each and every human being has to face difficulties and criticism before achieving success in his/her life.Don't be afraid of difficulties because they always push you forward.Accept the challenges.Accept your weaknesses.Always try to overcome from your failures.After every defeat,Re-orient yourself,synergies yourself.Think what went wrong and how you can bring a change into it.And at the end, you will definitely achieve success.All your dreams come you when you have a strong belief in your potential and a faith in your capabilities.Just a little optimism can help us you to cross the hurdles of life and when "Passion" get coupled with "Tenacity" then a person can do any sort of miracles and can achieve whatever he/she expects from his life.
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