Thesocratespot: Thesocratespot: The Art of Story telling - Part 7 - Genghiz Khan and Borges II_ The Hamlet of the Dark Horses

Phantom froze . 

he immediately activated his de javu sense and somehow felt a sense of familiarity , he knew and it slowly dawned on him that he had seen this hamlet in his hypnotised state, it was known as the hanlet of the Dark horses, his recollection of the hamlet of the dark horses came from a distant memory that he had somehow managed to 'park' in a remote part of his memory while battling the hypnotic manipulations of Mandrake  during one of those crazy sessions when Mandrake had him under his control - he would say " Now ! Phantom ! Now ! You're at the entrance of the great labyrinth, the labyrinth of the Dark Horse ! hahahaha.. 

Phantom hated that laugh but often had to bear with it , it was such an archaic way of laughing but then this magician in front of him was himself a relic of the past who had somehow beaten certan timelines and milestones and managed to jump past the holy touchstone and stay awake past the apocalypse - one of the very, very few ( he sometimes did acknowledge that Mandrake was after all an incredible survivor and one had to say man ' gotta give it to him' !! ) . 

Just when he was almost pulled deeper and deeper into his dejavu sense, came a jolt - this time from his pony Maradona ( she really looked like that pop star .. like that 'like a virgin' singer ), She was about to neigh again but he held onto her nose tight and whispered 'No' and she immediately sensed something was amiss - that was when Phantom and the pony realised they were being pushed by the dark horses onto an elevator that went up the stairway to heaven and Phantom realised he had to do whatever possible to get away ( even if it meant that he had to sacrifice Maradona ! ) no matter what, he had to jump away bcoz his dejavu sense alerted him, the stairway to heaven did not lead to any heaven , it was in fact a STAIRWAY to HELL !! 

Dante be damned ! The ultra psychedelic Purgatory was the first milestone to pass and no one ever came back sane from that place !! 

As Phantom frantically tried to look for a way out, the dark horses increased their intensity, pulled and accelarated the elevator they were harnessed to, harder and faster - that's when Phantom saw another shadow emerge, it was none other than ... that's when he lost his vision .... the last he knew was sounds of Georgio Moroder and Vincent Price practicing with Michael Jackson ... that's when he knew he had reached the PURGATORY !!! 

Or Was he ? Where the Hell was he from ? And Where was he going ? 

Again the laugh ... Gosh !    

     

Thesocratespot: Thesocratespot: The Art of Story telling - Part 7 - Genghiz Khan and Borges

Phantom was wearing designer hoofs for his shoes even if he was racing a Mongolian pony, She looked pretty agile and strong for a pony but somehow was giving out the expression that she wasn't really enjoying her masters company; but then the slave that she knew she was the poor pony was more or less forced to show enthusiasm and energy lest her master abandon her in the middle of nowhere ( he did feed her well, in fact very well ) .  

Phantom was chasing Mandrake, who was ahead. They were both contestants in a Wild Goose Chase contest that required to race across Mongolia and the reward ? 

Mastery over the other - if Phantom won then Mandrake would submit but if Phantom lost then Mandrake of course would be the Lord - so it was all or nothing kind of race. 

So today this chapter is responsible to report only about the Phantom's journey. Phantom like all Phantoms was a nocturnal creature, come the moon then they would suddenly loose all focus and change direction from their determined objective and wander into those night time labyrinths, vague geographic ruled by those very, very dark horses - horses with horns ! 

Phantoms pony suddenly came to a screeching halt and as was commanded she let out her usual neigh to wake up the dark horses - who were by then digging deep into their own nocturnal dreams - Phantom scanned the scene in front, it was a dark night and he was in the middle of a small hamlet that had several cross roads winding up, down and across and beyond, nothing made sense until he noticed that the hamlet also had a stairway to heaven !! 

Hahaha ... Stairway to heaven ? Can you believe that ??? hahaha Stairway to Heaven damn it !!! hahahaha... 

         

Thesocratespot: Thesocratespot: The Art of Story telling - Part 7 - The amphiturnals

You know them
you see them in the day
and
think they are normal
day light creatures
like us

But come the night
they are still around
Equally comfortable
Very 

In fact
much more active and playful
in the night
as much in the day

But we have been told
Night is not like day

Night can kill

Day is too benign    

thesocratespot: Thesocratespot: The Art of Story telling - Part 6....

thesocratespot: Thesocratespot: The Art of Story telling - Part 6....: Thesocratespot: The Art of Story telling - Part 6.0078_Annie's Take  Listen I was never on ! On all these kind of cavalier things! As...

Thesocratespot: The Art of Story telling - Part 6.0078_Annie's Take

Thesocratespot: The Art of Story telling - Part 6.0078_Annie's Take 

Listen I was never on ! On all these kind of cavalier things! As Annie, I was that very shy, introverted kind.

But maybe somewhere deep inside me that very introverted behaviour was in some way an attribute of a rebel ! Source of some deep inferiority complex that kind of embedded its weight on to me, so strongly that for a long, long time I was afraid of my own voice & laugh ! In fact when we were in school my class mates treated me like I was some kind of a very fragile, very brittle, very weak and meek material.

But that was until my VII Standard.

Post my VII grade ( Indian IPSC Syllabus), i was slowly forced to participate in activities that was not really my forte, I was always happy being left alone, always happy doing my own own private thing, even that was not much at the of 14.

At home, I preferred helping out my mother with the house hold chores - washing clothes, cleaning vessels, sweeping & mopping etc.,

In school I was happy sitting in a position that was always away from a possible observation of my teachers, basically I was happy being treated as numb - very less communicado, very less socialodo too !

My free time was spent secretly admiring the more extroverted girls and the exhuberant boys, I could feel that there was a string feeling within me that said c'mon you too can be like them, you too can open up, exhale and be like them! Somehow the feeling kept lingering within me and I kept reconciling to myself that I did not have the physique or the looks or the ability to converse to mtch the girls I admired.   

Then I went into my VIII grade.

Suddenly sex became prolific ! Incidents of low density sexual contacts kept happening inadvertently, unplanned and almost accidental and somehow it did not really matter, among some select peers that was like fun to know the boys and then tease the boys, watch them suffer when they became desperate - esp. when we could see their hardened bulge, that's when we learnt we could extract anything from them - of course, that was frought with its own risks there were times when it would go out of hand, one of the boys getting teased would go violent and abuse us, beat us etc.,

Sometimes under threat we used to help them jack off, and under more threatening conditions we used to cry and sob and make a reasonably big emotional scene when the boys demanded we give them that mouth job, we used to make faces so ugly that many a boy used to simply vanish feeling ashamed to have exposed himself fully but there a few other boys who would want us to respect their expoure.

As girls, the choice was always ours - we almost always made the boys exposing that big side of their sexuality as boys who were perverted, sick in the mind and many a times deserving to be openly condemned in front of other boys and girls! That was real fun ! Especially when we found that the boys soon got so confused between what's right sexual approach and the not so right !!

Wow ! We girls used to exploit that confusion so much !! Many a times it was hilarious !! Watching some 'he man' boys become almost 'she men' filled with shame and remorse! Wow ! That was fun ! 

But, that's exactly why we also used to encourage more than one boy to come close to us, just that when out of two one turns a rogue we could use that as an instance to provoke one boy against the other and if we found both turned out to be too friendly there was always a third who was ready to prove his chivalry!     

Among the girls such teasing and holding them out until they lost control was crazy fun and was the source of all our bathroom gossip.

 Annie came of age and became an extrovert at the age of 13 and by 14 it was a metamorphosis of the sort that changed the way she viewed life totally and so by the time she moved to her sophomore years, say when she was in her second year of under graduation she was way ahead in the game !

And yet had managed to find a terrific balance of staying relevant with the boys and yet also continue to excel in her academic pursuits - yes, Annie knew she had two sides to her personality.   

Among the reasons why she soon moved to complete her Masters and then at a very young age was ready to be conferred a doctorate in Western Philosophy, World History, Alternative Literature and Linguistics.