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And so...As the angered , negative and bitter man emanated with a superficial super star glow was suddenly observing the image of his soul dancing with his father with the ganapati murti smiling below them...his alter ego floods in front of him , to request him to finally break the mask and merge into his real identity that pent up inside him for about 17 years...
Rishabh Mohan Kundra - BEFORE I FALL.
They say that the feeling of death and finally succumbing to it makes your whole life flash before your eyes like a long colorful flashback..but that's not how it went with me 17 years ago...rather..as I saw my life hanging with my father's lifeless face and numb feet on the panels of my ceiling fan..i felt a ranging flash of my father's laughter , guidance and learning to me instead..and with the vision of him finally surrendering me rather than to himself in an unknown world..i knew i was dead.That very moment.Some things are better burried off and forgotten..that's what the woman giving me birth used to say..but how can one bury his life into an empty corner of a world and motion as a figure of life who rules the whole world..when the ruler himself has died long ago , and has decided to avenge the very high power who took my life away...my father away...Thats when I felt I truly seeped away.Fell. But suddenly...the smell of petrol , the raging crowds of colour , voices and vigour with metal crushing on metal..desperate to lunge through the crowd..a car folding into a sandwich of two with the crowd shaping the deformity of my car with the smell of flaming fire with bells , chants and tattering echoing the entire city..within the bodies , lights and voices moving..I saw my life sing and laugh before me..my life suddenly appeared in front of guided sun glassed eyes , shielding my chest nut brown sight from upholding my life..my father and I dancing before the lifeless superstar..The whole shriek and the invisible call of my soul and the city...It woke me up inside..and before i knew it..I was being brought back to life...Suddenly Mohan Kundra's soulful smile and loving gaze permanently entwined through me..and the mystique mirage of RK disappeared..and Mohan Kundra inside me got up from the fancy car..and raged in the drum beat with the chantings and completely wrecking dance for the god with those superficial branded clothes wrapped in the Ganesha colour of red..Fate plays the sickest games with me..it is like i am an object or a doll...Ganesh ji sucked life out of me..gave it back again at the time he was leaving...and in dark humour sucked my life right back irnoically the minute i chanted.."Ganapati Bappa Maurya"..Who got shot? RK?Rishu ..or Mohan? And before my belief and right restored..i fell again...and chanted his name for the last time after i completely fell. And this time , forever.
