thesocratespot: The art of Story telling - Part 6.007 : The deluge...

thesocratespot: The art of Story telling - Part 6.007 : The deluge...: # Ambiguity of One upmanship   The nature outside was at its wildest, it was a tropical typhoon. The monsoon rains were pourin...

The art of Story telling - Part 6.007 : The deluge & beyond

# Ambiguity of One upmanship  

The nature outside was at its wildest, it was a tropical typhoon.

The monsoon rains were pouring, the skies were flooding, it was torrential downpour the clouds collided and thundered, unleashing murderous villainous flash lightening backed with big divine nuclear bomb like sounds that almost signaled apocalypse, the dystopic ambience was completed with strong circular winds bending down even huge banyan trees to their trunks (with many trees giving up and getting uprooted or loosing major branches to the natural fury) - despite the severity some village folks were still caught outside scurrying, scampering to reach their destination even as their umbrellas were getting virtually whipped out of their hands by the sheer vengeance of the collective force of nature.

While the village folk feared the worst, Mr. Twist & the other Mr. were totally composed, calm (as seasoned chess players), engrossed & coldly playing Russian chess - as they mulled how they could destroy the other. 

The first mover advantage was with Mr. Twist, without wasting a minute and with a condescending smirk Mr. Twist moved his White Pawn from C2 to C4, looking at his smirk I put on a bigger one and then moved my pawn to E6, Twist twisted his face almost stifling a big laugh and moved his pawn from D2 to D4, I was expecting that move I quickly moved my black pawn from E7 to E5, Mr. Twist continued to smirk and that was beginning to irritate me, I realized he was playing mind games with me and I was also intent to give it back so by the third move I changed my smirk to laughing and chatting loudly announcing that I was reading his mind and I knew exactly what he was trying, the game had moved into the middle game, it was getting intense, we had both sacrificed our Queens, the rooks too had disappeared now the game had become purely a game between the Bishop & the Knight for both players with the support of the pawns, some pawns from both sides were near achieving promotions so the fight had reached a do or die situation – that’s when they noticed their feet getting wet and the water below their feet raising and that’s when they heard the thunder and the torrent outside – Mr. Twist changed his expression and with one swift move tried to swat the Chess board with an intention to push the board and the pieces out of the table and make the board and the pieces float on water saying let’s play chess on water !  

That’s when I started to grudgingly admire Mr. Twist because I had never imagined playing chess on water and once started collecting the pawns became more important than protecting the King! Since the squares had become fluid the more pawns you had the more powerful you became, so for both Mr. Twist and me it soon became immaterial whether we were collecting White pawns or Black ! We just went about splashing on water trying to get back as many pawns as we could !

But the nature outside continued to challenge earthlings, it was later that many people realized that it was a precursor to an impending apocalypse.

Once Twist knew he might soon get inundated he picked his pawn pieces and in a flash disappeared into the Amazon forest, while I collected my pawns and with equal speed entered Phantom’s skull cave, before the waterfall turned impossible to enter.

But before we entered each other’s domain we made sure we swore that we would each destroy the other !!  

Destruction ! Somewhere we both could here some crazy pop musician repeating the word with frenzied fans repeating his words !

Destruction !

hahahaha !

To me it sounded like Frankie the Frankenstein had reached Hollywood …  hahaha… !

And I was the Joker in the pack !

But I couldn’t resist calling Twist from my Skull Cave !

Somehow, despite the deluge around, the mobile networks were working ! And as soon as I called Twist too picked up my call, saying he knew I would call !

Which irritated me ( am I so predictable ?) but then I was more excited and I had questions … We chose to talk using WhatsApp video

It was like a bullet point media interview – I was shooting questions and Twist had to answer pronto, no thinking time ! And of course I was the media man, asking questions ( I was glad on that front )     

Me : Remember James Hadley Chase ?

Twist : No

Me : You don’t ?

Me : Sorry then you have no clue, who I’m … hahaha…

Twist : I don’t need to know James Hadley Chase to know who you are , I know you are a fool , an imbecile… ( was rendered with a smirk, which I ignored )

Me : Ok at least do you remember Betsy ? by the great Harold Robins ?

Twist : No ( that’s when I noticed that he picked up his dark shades, he wanted avoid eye contact)   

Me : oh you don’t ?  then this story is not yours…hahaha…

Twist : Fuck off , I know stories about people better than you

I ignore the taunt

Me : At least have you ever watched Soldier Blue? have you ever known Charles Bronson ?

No ?

Of course then you may not either understand me and our readers will definitely not understand you Mr. Twist

Twist : Hahaha… you think I care ?

I did not fall for that bait either , bcoz I had more questions !

Me : Have you heard about Steve McQueen ?

No ????? you actually mean NO ???

Sorry then you are not my audience

Twist : Fuck off, whoever said I was your audience ?   

Me ( agitated & angry ) : Listen Mr. Twist !  You and me are a part of a great story and it is important for you understand this story, very important ! You need to know some old things because this story is about old things, really old things.    

Old things like

Leftism

Romantic leftism

With a huge dose of liberalism

I’m not

a

Leninist

Nor a Maoist

Neither a Stalinist   

Nor even a Naxalist

Or Che Guevarian

They were those

Then

Their time is past

Beyond past

And some of them

Frankly were

And 

are an embarrassment 
That includes my own 
Father 
Gandhi 

Sorry father 
you were so batty 

To the readers

Hahahaha… sorry ! I suddenly made things serious ! not my intention, really sorry !  

Listen, there’s no need to really worry ! The one clear vision we all share is that we will die, we have to die and we will ! All of us, the world, the cosmos, the animals, the birds, the children too … there’s no left or right on that front !

Whether you are a leftist or a rightist

You are bound to die !

DIE ! 

And if you left to die, with no attention, chances are rats, worms, crows and dogs will eat your dead flesh !  

And so, what the fuck ? There lies the answer … hahahaha … there lies the answer … you think I sound like the Sankara Charya ?

Please permit me to disagree ! And excuse me if my friend is batty !

I think we all are