Beauty all around...

Nawafar woke up from deep sleep. She was lying on the rocks somewhere near the river bank. She could feel the touch of sun on her face and it felt so warm and comforting to be just lying there without any movement after hours of fighting against the furious torrent of the river that brought her here. She smiled to herself. Her eyelids felt heavy and she did not feel like opening them. Not yet. She always enjoyed playing little games with herself, and this time she wanted to feel her whereabouts through sounds. She could hear the rustling of the leaves in the wind, the birds that were calling each other. One of them sat somewhere near and sang his song to attract other birds. She was amazed that the birds were not afraid of her human presence. They seemed to be aware of her mood and for a moment she thought that they are a part of her own self. Reflections of her own thoughts. The monkeys were playing somewhere at a distance. She always loved their presence, their playfulness and human like appearance.
She opened her eyes...
He was sitting on a rock near by breathing slowly as if in fear that the sound of his breath might frighten her. His deep set eyes were fixed on her and she knew that he recognised her instantly. She also knew that it was him, but she couldn't hide her surprise at discovering that a person sitting opposite was a man and not a young boy. It confused her, as she remembered him as a companion to her childhood games and the thought that he might have been leading life while separated from her never entered her thoughts.


Rajkumari stood confused at the crossing unable to decide which way to turn. All around her were high buildings with advertising banners that screamed of different pleasures of life awaiting you if only you had enough money to spend.
Why feel sorry... said one.
Why feel sorry? Rajkumari thought for a moment, but that moment confused her even more as deep inside she did feel sorry for many things happening around her and within her. She felt sorry for the lonely woman lying on a hospital bed, for the dog standing confused in the middle of the crossroad, for the child who had not seen his parents for the last ten days as they were too busy with their work. And in a way she also felt sorry for herself... She was a third world Rajkumari thrown suddenly into a middle of this speedy city with its beautiful inhabitants who knew so well how to live, while she was confused about life at every step she took.
The people around her were so beautiful with their perfect bodies. The grand master looked at her with contempt the other day as she could not fulfill the requirements of joining the club - he could not find the box to put her into... And was he really a grand master anyways? Somehow his long beard seemed like a marketing gimmick to her, but once again she was nobody to comment on such things as the worshippers of his perfect body were at his feet day and night.
Hey girl... why do you look sulky? somebody shouted from a fast moving car, Come and join us for a fun ride... Why don't you just go to the shop and get yourself a plastic bear to play with?
Rajkumari turned her face the other side. There was a tear in her eyes that she wanted to hide from all those wise and beautiful people who were marching all around her.


Her eyes were fixed on his face and she could not help smiling gently as she was trying to examine every line around his eyes and trying to imagine the histories hidden behind every single one of them. Was he looking at her in the same way?
She could be sitting like this forever... simply looking at the man in front of her and trying to gently strike his thoughts with her smile. She couldn't move, scared that a man in front of her might be just a mirage, a creation of her imagination, but somewhere deep inside she knew that it was not true. She couldn't move, but at the same time all her being wanted to sit close to him, with her head on his shoulder. She wanted to grow up for him and make up to him for every line on his face, for the coarse touch of his hand. She wanted to see him smile and listen to the most subtle changes in his voice in order to know his ever changing moods. That was enough, she did not have the courage to ask for more. She didn't need more... she was happy sitting next to him on a stone looking far away towards the lands that none of them had seen before...

The city of Power

Rajkumari was bored, which seemed a bit strange to her, for apparently intelligent people don't get bored, and she did believe that it was intelligence rather than beauty that was her virtue. Anyways, Rajkumari was bored and something had to be done about it. The elfian creatures were hiding in the forest and Rajkumari decided to give them some time to breathe after the last battle. One should admit that she had a big heart after all since she decided to treat her enemy lightly for a moment... But... oh believe me how bored she was because of that!!!!! She really suffered terrible pangs of boredom and something had to be done about it instantly!
But what can I do? asked Rajkumari the royal tiger, who turned his royal tail at her and marched to the inner chambers of the castle. How rude of him, she thought as she sat down in her magic garden pondering over her problem, which decided to stay with her rather than join the tiger in the chambers...
Rajkumari was bored to death... And since life was rather dear to her she really needed to think of something fast... And then... Abracadabra... the royal dragon came up with an amazing idea - a trip to the other side of the world - straight to the famous New York city!!!!!
How splendid! Rajkumari shouted with joy as she began to get ready for her new adventure. I never dreamt of going to the other side of the world, and now I can really see what it feels like to be in the first world country, the most glorious country of them all...

Welcome to New York city, a big sign shouted at Rajkumari as she descended from her royal dragon. (To tell you the truth Rajkumari walked all her way to the other side of the world, but for the sake of decorum the royal dragon must be included in the story.) How incredible the sign was!!!! So huge and colourful with so many famous names inscribed on it... The eyes of Rajkumari suddenly became moist as she felt very very little in front of that sign.
Soon Rajkumari left the not so interesting suburbs and reached the heart of the city... How tall the buildings were... How finely designed, the geometry of the place was incredible - the street lights above her head and the glass walls of high buildings all around her... The very sight of it made her understand that she was indeed standing in the place where all the power and wealth of the world meet. And to think that the world outside that space was so different - a dog with only three legs whom she patted in the rain, an old woman who asked for food outside the sports ground where the children played, people cooking by the side of the road... None of such things seemed to be present in the minds of beautiful people of the most beautiful city in the world...
Hello, said one of the men who approached her as she was standing in awe of the architecture around her, would you like to sit with me for a minute so that I could discuss my latest marketing theory with you?
I'm sorry, but I don't know much about marketing, Rajkumari mumbled in shame.
Oh, no problem... well... how about some diet coke and diet chips with diet burger with me? It would only take 14 minutes to have them...
Oh, sorry, I'm not hungry, Rajkumari mumbled again as she was getting more confused and embarrassed of her limited knowledge and lack of appetite.
Then what are you doing here? asked the man politely.
Oh, I'm just a tourist - came here to get to know something about the greatest city of the world.
Well... I know a place that you may want to visit here - look over there on the right side you have the President's house, and if you take the first turn you will reach the place of thousand dreams - Broadway!!!!!
Broadway!? Rajkumari couldn't believe her ears, really???? me, a third world Rajkumari can go to Broadway?????? how incredible and exciting that is...

The copy paste world

You who enter, abandon all thought...
There is no need for thinking,
I'll simply cut out the thoughts from an old magazine and stick them to your face.
It will give you a new old personality, full of repetitive ideas that I may try to sell you as your own.
Backspace. Click thrice. It was a mistake.
I'll just click to open the world that you had created before me and I shall take out of it a few words and paste them as my own.

Lets paste a selfie on the front page of knowledge. Poor old knowledge lost its charm and needs to update itself from time to time, isn't it?
So let's click that damn selfie with our plastic smiles and post it for the world to see.
Lets cut out the moon, the fool who doesn't even know that his light is a mere reflection.
Let's google the facts and accuse it of of stealing the sun.
Let's put it on trial and pronounce the death penalty.
Death to the Moon!
Death to the stars!
Death to the parrots for they failed to present themselves above our heads at the usual 6 pm hour.
Death to the colours!
Death to the trees!
Death to the old, who needs them anyways? The relicts of irrelevant past, while all we want is to look towards the future.

Segregation. Neat folders. Applications.
The news reached our ears about the recent creation of the concentration camp for those who do not own an android cell phone.
Lets punish them for inability to catch up with the modern times.
Lets throw them out from amongst our midst, they don't deserve to be here.
Attention! March! Look to the right!
The copy paste world that we created involuntarily.
Flag up! Salute!

Can you please stop it, for I can't take it anymore...

The red button down.

The Master

I am a master of words,
I stitch them together into an invisible net that I would throw at you at the least expected moment.
You shall choke and I'll watch you wriggle in your struggle to breathe,
I won't feel remorse. I don't do it for feelings of any kind.
It is my job. Mind you job, not even my vocation, I simply do it for money.
Good old money that divides me from you.
Good old money that allows me to look at you with contempt.
Who knows, maybe one day I shall decide to throw you the uneaten piece of meat that I kept on my table.
Enjoy. Savour it till the last drop of blood.
A line of words.
I threw it at a sparrow.
Look how I sprained its neck.
The last sparrow.
Did you know that sparrows died in Delhi because of those huge glass walls of the high buildings at the city center?
The news is unproven, but I did hear about it the other day.
The very thought of it made me feel proud.
A squirrel lost its tail - I cut it with the knife of my irony.
Who needs squirrels anyways?
They annoy me with the greyness of their banality.
The wings of the butterfly got smashed under the stone of reality that I threw at it.
It was an act of mercy.
An act of bringing it to the ground.
Didn't they teach us after all that everything shall perish anyways.
Stop dreaming. I order you,
for the destruction shall continue until the whole world shall be covered in pure geometry,
The ninety degrees angles of the skyscrapers of New York city.
The perfection of steel and metal construction.
The future I am aspiring for.
And one day even the sun shall succumb to the power of my flawless grid...