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Wednesday, September 4, 2019
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
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
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