The Absence of Blight . . .

( Still in drafting stage.so,long way to go...just dint wanna lose this.so pasted it up heer....)

“You appear to be a mass of contradictions,” she said. “There’s a subsurface violence almost always in control, but very much alive. There’s also a pensiveness that seems painful for you, yet you rarely give vent to the anger that pain must provoke”, she went on to continue.

“You’re provoking it now,” said the man, hiding in his very own shadows, the only thing he was left to lose trust in.

Now that’s what he is, not that one state I would prefer to see him in but destiny definitely had a shock at stake for me, for he was a gem of a person. Shaken up by the turn of activities, I decide to take the helm of affairs upon myself. I embark upon this journey into his past, a past that went by me, without giving any pungent hint to his present state of existence.

But before you jump onto the bandwagon, I guess we all could do with a little insight into our protagonist’s stream of affairs. Oh! Are you already feeling intimidated at the prospect of having to move ahead with the conviction that the guy very naturally felt to be portrayed as the anti-hero or rather the adversary in the opening is actually the soul you will have to bear with. Sorry folks but hey, it’s not all that bad as it sounds.

Starting off from where he would permit me to and where, there is a subtle element of relevance, you would find yourself looking at a time when Communists still had a persuasive voice in the governance of the state and when His life had to do more with existence, than opulence. I’m still not very clear about the dates and time, and that, as in every such narrative, is a disputably questionable trait. But, untouched by these issues, let me unveil the past of one arguably perplexing entity.

Coming from one of the strangest backgrounds, he did stand the test of time and emerged a soul not so easily tarnished by the trying periods. He was definitely not a star of the time, but he did manage to spark the inquisitiveness in many. He dared to question at a time when man was contempt contemplating a passive subsistence. There was a fire within, which fuelled his flight into obscure horizons. He adored everything he couldn’t comprehend for the simple reason that he believed there was a reason for every oddity in his proximity. And he was perpetually lost in search of these raison d'être.

It is not even a view, for most of them, but a foggy, groping, undefined sense of made of raw pain and incommunicable happiness. It is a sense of enormous expectation, the sense that one’s life is important, that great achievements are within one’s capacity, and that great things lie ahead

As left in a trance, I find him gazing at the skies with a twinkle of spark in his eyes...….

It was one of these days that She comes into His life. More than her presence, it was the burden of mysteries about her that enthused his spirits, for he, a ludicrous entity, had lost it, in his search of absurdity, and as if hit upon by reality, smack on face, he embraced her into his petty stream of things with an open heart.

“Disaster was bound to be in the reckoning”, I used to remind him over this decision of his. “The reality about her you want to break into might just be the last thing u would want to know”, I tried all I could to shake her off him. Alas, ‘something’s are just meant to be’, they say. And those were the days he took pride in his sense of decision and was all the more pumped up whenever he felt there were speculations surrounding them. Quite a character I must say!

But there was one evening,...., when I felt so profound an indignation at the state of 'things as they are' that it seemed as if I would never regain the energy to move one step farther toward 'things as they ought to be'.

Well, before I take your leave, let me not leave you in dark clouds as to who it was that you were conversing with. With all due respect to the body that claims me, I depart.

Undersigned,

His alter-ego