The Boy Who Lived
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It's 2 AM in the morning. The whole country is sleeping except some shift workers and the boy who lived.
"And do you know why the boy lived?" Durjay, a man of 29, in his flat gave a sensuous smile, "Otherwise this universe would have lost balance between good and evil!" he laughed out loud.
"It's sexy evil night, the darkest hour and time for storytelling. No, no I am not here to repeat how Harry Potter lived, I'm gonna tell you how THE BOY lived!"
And he began with a perfect prologue
"It was a beautiful moonlit night, with gorgeous stars embracing the dark sky. The divinity of the night was indescribable by any mortal. A boy of 5 was on his first trip with his parents. They were travelling in a village bus. The celestial night put everyone asleep except the boy. He was playing with his small gun under the seat in joy."
He stopped for a moment and then continued,
"Suddenly the bus stopped and right after that, there was gunfire. The boy noticed some men with big guns attacking every passenger. Soon, he saw a sea of blood, but the men with big guns didn't notice him. So, in the carriage of corpses there remained a lone survivor. After sometime, he realized that all the passengers went in a deep sleep forever. Then in his blood-drenched clothes, he observed that the sky looked same divine and peaceful as if nothing has happened."
" I fired my maa and baba thousands time with my guns, but they never looked like this!" the boy thought.
"Why my gun doesn't work!" he got angry and threw the gun outside the window.
"And what's the point of telling the miserable story of an ordinary boy!" Durjay looked questioningly towards his window as if the whole world is his audience. "Because ladies and gentlemen that boy was I and I am NOT AN ORDINARY ONE!" He gave a smile of pride.
Suddenly he started sobbing, "They killed my parents! How can anyone be so cruel? I cried and cried in my granny's lap and when I was 10, I fled. I joined a terrorist group. Well, it's not just a terrorist group, it was THE terrorist group. Yes, the very group, who gave me a new life"..."If you want me to be dramatic" ...he instantly changed his voice and shed a few drops of tears, "That the was very group, who killed my parents, my only parents!"
He wiped his tears, "Okay, end of drama time."
"They gave me a hearty welcome." He stopped for a moment. "Well, not so hearty welcome, they slapped me, then poked me, and threw me over the ground. After that, they beat me, made fun me, etc.etc. However, I didn't feel bad at all. It was a whole new world for a child from a small village of Punjab. Oh, the combat training was so exciting!" He gave an enthusiastic smile.
"I got a gun! A big gun that actually kills people in their sleep! I hope I could take a picture of it. Well, self fascination is a sin as per whatever they call.." he looked at the wall for a moment, "Oh yes religion! So, I abide by it like an idiot obedient student and then one day I wiped out the whole terrorist civilization from that mountain." Tears fell from his eyes, "Hey, who says men don't cry! I shed lots of tears while reading Shakespeare tragedies."
"HAHAHA.." He laughed out loud. "OMG how quick you believe me? I wiped out all those big mustached guys, at the age of 12! And you guys believed my tears!" He looked astonished, "By the way I truly cry while reading Shakespeare tragedies." He winked.
"But, it was not any Shakespearean tragedy. It was more like an over dramatic Hindi movie. Yes, I killed those terrorists like a crazy Hindi film Hero." Durjay gave a triumphant smile. "The only difference was that I was just a boy of 12, not any angry young man, who after a disturbed childhood romances with his heroine in youth and dances with her in a few songs, and then finally remembers, Oh I have to kill those villains!" He laughed.
"And then he fights those evil men all alone like a superman without wearing his underwear outside. Now, you would be wondering how I killed those mustached guys!"
"I didn't have six pack abs right then and I could hardly hold those heavy guns properly. I simply poisoned them!" He winked.
"It was not hard for a kid of 12 to mix poison in the feast food that they planned to have together after killing bunch of people just for fun or...He looked at the wall again.. "oh yes religion!"
"Well, after so many lessons from granny and the terrorist group also, I don't understand this s**t properly!"
"The cook really loved me. He used to say that I am his lucky charm. When I enter the kitchen his dishes used to end up with magical taste."
"Oh, silly little cook. He saw me mixing something to the food, but he thought I was putting my charm to the food." He burst into laughter.
"The funniest part was, no one cared to notice that I didn't touch the food at all. "
"However, those big crazy men who ardently prayed to their God in the morning and hold guns at the night to kill people, you know how they looked after being poisoned?"
"Just like the corpses from the carriage of that NIGHT! Haha.." I wished I could take a picture, but I had no camera then." He made a sad face.
"However, on the very next day I found the photos on every news paper. I collected those pictures and I still have these with me." He smiled in joy.
"Killing terrorists and escaping was not an easy task. Though blessed with a perfect face, but I was no soppy Hindi film hero. Soon their buddy terrorist groups got the news. Searched me like dogs, killed my whole village including my dear old granny, but couldn't find me!" He burst out in laughter again.
"I feel sad for granny" he made funny sad face, "But not so sad. She was quite old anyway, and the villagers were stupid & hopeless. They are gone for good."
The alarm clock rang. "oops it's 3. End of story time, now it's painting time!"
"So what should I paint today?" he looked here and there. "This flat looks boring, the trees look the same every day, flowers and fruits are nothing different, and the sky doesn't look much happening. I don't understand how the great painters used to get inspired by these ordinary things!"
"Hmm, the sweet neighbor girl, who has crush on me won't be that bad. I might get a thousand kisses and lots of happy tears for the portrait, but her breasts are flat and boring!"
"Ah ha how can I forget about the hot aunty, who always wants to have sex with me! Well, she is probably having sex with her old fat husband now imagining it's my face and my c**k. Eww how nasty that imagination would be! How can she fit my chin into that hag's nonexistent chin!" he made an OMG face.
"Then what should I paint now! Dead terrorists? No, I mean a boy killing terrorists. Hmm it's actually a good idea! People will love it! Who doesn't love a boy who kills terrorists?" He smiled.
15 minutes passed, "Eww why I wasted my 15 minutes on this! Those terrorists had awful mustaches and looked so yukk! OMG I feel like puking!"
"I look like an angel here, which is BORING!"
"So what should I paint today?" he shook his head like an impatient child and thumped his feet on the floor. Then his eyes fell on the mirror.
"Oh no! not again please don't tell me I must paint ME!"
"See Miss Mirror I know nothing could be as perfect as me, God or Devil whoever He is must have created these cheekbones in a great mood while drinking the most exotic wine, but should I paint my face every day!?" He made a query face.
" Well why not! If Jack Dozen can become the king of the world, Durjay can paint his face every day!"
"This moment needs a celebration!" he switched on the radio. Though he has a great music system, he prefers listening to radio.
"Staring at the moon so blue
Turning all my thoughts to you
I was without hopes or dreams"...
"Oh I just love this song. I simply love MLTR." and he started moving his body with the tune..
"I tried to dull an inner scream
But you saw me through"..
He looked at the mirror, "Oh Miss Mirror you are the best!"
''Walking on a path of air
See your faces everywhere"
While dancing he caressed his paintings, which are all his faces.
"As you melt this heart of stone
You take my hand to guide me home
And now I'm in love"...
He started painting his own face again and while doing so he hummed with the song.
"You took my heart away
When my whole world was gray
You gave me everything
And a little bit more"...
His phone rang suddenly.
"Who, the hell is calling me in my passion painting hour?" He screamed in a wild rage. After switching off the radio, he picked up the phone, but before the person on the other side could utter anything he yelled, "Whoever you are if I don't find anything important, I will make sure that you die NOW!"
"So..so..sorry sir, but the customers are not agreeing to pay the decided amount!"
"Hmm, this is an important call."
"And, who the hell these customers are?"
"I couple from foreign. They are saying that the idol is not worth of the price. You can talk to them sir, I am passing the phone."
"They dare saying my Monalisa is not worthy!" He bellowed in fury.
"Sir it's not Monalisa it's an idol of Ardhanarishwara!" The man on the other side of phone said.
"See, I know exactly what the idol is. It is 2000 years old, it's a beauty, and it is my Monalisa."
"Whoever doubts the value of the idol has no eyes and no taste!" He bellowed, "You put the phone on the video mode and rip those stupid customers' eyes and tongues out in front of me NOW."
"But, sir?" The man sounded surprised hearing his order.
"Oh can please pass this phone to your buddy beside?"
"Yes sir."
"Hi, am I talking to that idiot's partner?"
"Yes sir."
"Now listen to me very carefully, you put the phone on the video mode, keep the speaker on, then rip out those silly customers' eyes and tongues out. When this is done then you cut both the ears of your buddy, as he doesn't pay heed to my order."
The first man and the customers screamed. They tried to flee. However, it was impossible. When the king orders, subjects obey. The place was full with idol smugglers or HIS subjects.
"Do just like I have said. Don't kill anyone. Though, the customers will surely die in the process!" Durjay gave a smile of pleasure.
He fixed his eyes on the video.
His expression doesn't change a bit when they started screaming with horror and immense pain.
"Now, don't tell me that I am a monster!" coolly he said.
"See, as per science we all are animals and if you can kill fish, birds, and other four legged animals without thinking twice, then why you are giving me such depressing look now!"
Durjay again looked at his empty flat considering a lots of audiences are hearing him.
"Don't you remember the phrase Survival of the fittest'?" He gave a questioning look, "Looks like only I remember the text book!" he released a breath of frustration.
"Hey second idiot." He concentrated on the phone screen again. "Now, remove your gun from your pocket and give it to your buddy."
The man obeyed his order.
The first man's ears were cut and he is in tremendous pain.
"Now, I want you to hold the gun, aim at your buddy's heart and then pull the trigger! He does not have a good heart. Otherwise, who cuts his friend's ear!" Durjay uttered in a dramatic voice.
The second man screamed restlessly, "Sir, I have done everything you have asked me to do! Why you are doing this to me!"
No one paid any attention to his plea. The other smugglers hold him in a position so that the first man (whose ears were cut) can aim the second man's heart with the gun easily.
Just in the next moment, the first man pulled the trigger at his own head and died.
" Why don't you listen to my order? Is there nothing good in this universe? Why people with the worst hearts survive!" Durjay was on the verge of shedding tears. All the smugglers on the other side looked tensed and worried. Suddenly he burst out into laughter.
"Congratulation!" He said to the second man, "My kingdom doesn't need people with good heart."
The man breathed a sigh of relief and bowed to him.
"Is my Monalisa alright?" Durjay asked, "Show Her to me."
Looking at the ancient idol, he got his mood back and switched on the radio again.
"I'm not a perfect person
There's many things I wish I didn't do
But I continue learning
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know"
He started dancing, humming, and then kissed the idol on his phone screen.
"Guys, keep Her safe and don't you dare to present any unworthy customer next time." He ordered. "It's not just about money you know; I simply hate people without class." After disconnecting the phone Durjay smiled while uttering, "I am not a killer, but a passionate lover."
"I've found a reason for me
The song continues...
"To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is you"
He concentrated on the painting again, "Oh portrait dear, sorry to keep you on wait."
"I'm sorry that I hurt you
It's something I must live with everyday"
He made a sorry face looking at his own unfinished painting...
"And all the pain I put you through
I wish that I could take it all away
And be the one who catches all your tears
That's why I need you to hear
I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is You."
"I wonder how these people can sleep at night!" He made a genuine questioning face, "Oh yes! They don't have a sculptured face like me!" He gave a self-satisfactory smile.
After his final touch, he raised the curtains of his window as if the whole world is watching the painting.
It was a portrait of Count Dracula having Durjay's face.
"Perfect!" He smiled with pleasure and threw a kiss.
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Edited by panchaali - 9 years ago
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