The End of Time

Heaving through the heavy snow, with the temperature just below 0 C, they trudged on. He looked at his partner, noticing a strange distant look in his eyes that had somehow just come a while back. Something is amiss, he said to himself, but could not place it. His partner had always been a sort of a mystery. Ah well... he said to himself, and they carried on with their trek.

Suddenly he stopped, the distant look in his eyes almost ethereal. He looked at his partner, guessing that he had noticed that look. "Stop.", he said to him, and they both stopped. He looked into his partners eyes, his strange look drawing him into his eyes. "My friend, its time. Wait here. I have something to do. Whatever you do, just don't do two things. Do not, no matter what happens, move from here. And secondly, cup your ears with your hands as tightly as you can, and no matter what happens, do not remove them." With that, he removed his gaze and started walking towards the edge. His partner was frozen, not because of the weird instructions, but mainly because he had no clue what that was all about. Somehow, strangely, he felt obliged to do as he was asked.

The path had high mountains on one side, covered in unstable snow, and a drop into a valley on the other. He walked up to the edge of the path, the valley a deadly drop, waiting to engulf anyone who dared to step over. He put his backpack down, and looked up into the sky. Yes, it is time. He stretched his arms out, put his left foot back to support himself, and jerked his head up. He opened this mouth, and roared...

He had cupped his ears so hard that the only sounds he could hear were his own. But nothing could have prepared him for this. It hit him like a truck. The roar was deafening, yet he did not go deaf, nor did he feel any pain. The roar was a primal cry, deeper and more terrifying than any thing he had heard. He could sense a nature herself rising and crying out. He could sense the raw power of the earth, of existence itself in the roar. And he knew this meant the snow all around him was about to engage itself in a rapid death dance.

The mountains all around him shook. His ears were still covered, but he could see a large white cloud come towards him. His instinct told him to run, but he was rooted for a reason he could not fathom. The avalanche approached him with deadly intent. He closed his eyes, awaiting whatever fate had in store. But nothing happened. The avalanche rumbled down, and as soon as it came near him, it stopped. The snow froze in time. He opened his eyes, and felt as if he was in a dream.

Far away, Embko opened his eyes for the first time since his 50 year meditational trance. Even though he was high above in a remote valley in the Himalayas, he could sense the roar. He smiled. It had begun, he said to himself, and rose.

Deep in the Amazon rainforest, Lethko opened his eyes, for the first time since his 50 year meditational trance. He too had heard the roar. They come, he smiled to himself, and rose.

Hidden behind Saharan sand dunes as large as a house, Vemko opened his eyes for the first time since his 50 year meditational trance. The roar had awoken him. They arrive, he thought, and rose.

In an ice house far up north in Scandinavia, Rogtko opened his eyes for the first time since his 50 year meditational trance. Finally, he rumbled, and rose.

All four men were born on the same day, had never known their parents or met another human. They had lived with the land, adapting, and somehow, 50 years ago, gone into a mysterious trance. Those 50 years revealed them everything they needed to know.

He continued his primal roar. He knew the time was at hand. He could sense them awaken, form.

He stared at the thing he once knew as a friend. He was not sure about anything anymore. The roar kept echoing in his mind.

All four men stepped outside. They breathed in the air, sensing the powers awaken. Almost simultaneously, as if each was connected to to the others by a string, they bent down. Embko grabbed some snow, Lethko some leaves, Vemko some sand and Rogtko swirled his finger in the icy Norwegian waters. Slowly, each of the elements they touched rumbled, as if some beast in them was awakening. Slowly, everything around them started converging towards the things they had touched, forming shapes they had seen in their visions, growing larger and larger, the power of the primal forces of the universe coming together in ethereal unison. The shapes kept growing...they were awake, and coming back.

He stopped roaring. They were coming. This time was at an end. A change was needed. He had waited patiently, but nothing was changing. It was time to set things right. He and his brothers had to come back. He slowly walked to his partner, and smiled. He had uncupped his ears. "All will be well my friend, he smiled. My time has come. I will be watching you." With that he walked back to the place where he had roared, and fell off the path into the valley.

He stared dumbfounded. He ran over to the edge, but saw nothing, no sign of anything. Suddenly, a large shadow loomed over him, blocking the sun and plunging the world around him in darkness. He looked up, but as quickly as the shadow came, it was gone. In the distance he could see a form sailing north. He strained to see, but all he could see was a gleaming form of unimaginable beauty and power.

From the Himalayas, the Sahara, the Amazon and the Arctic regions of Norway, they all rose. The little humans went with them. As one, they all set out, to meet their brother, and begin the change that was so desperately needed.

He was walking back, his trek over, when he felt himself being lifted into air. In an instant, he was off the path, and saw himself in air, sailing over the valley and mountains where he had been just a second ago. He heard a familiar voice echo in his mind, I think you should come with me. He was with his partner, off to be a part of the change.

The End of Time.

Night

Passive streams of black and empty dreams,
the meticulous fingers tenaciously touching the soul.
Mystical warmth from an unnatural cold,
a pervasive aura, a deep and darknened glow.

Bathe in it all and swallow the sensation
that the Lady brings to flood mortal senses.
Drink intoxicating from the chasmal bosom,
the silence echoes the songs of the night.

Into the depths of dearth unhindered,
feel the radiant darkness approach,
sense the sensational void enclose,
dream the dreams of dreamless souls
see the splendour of the night unfold.

What worlds lie in those rolling waves,
wisps of dark dust encompassing imagination.
Seeping through innumerable layers of dreamy graves
torrential rains of vivid revelations.

Come forth you brave traveller of uncharted lands,
grab the force of this darkened wisened hand
lift yourself free from the shackles of light blinding
and travel on the road into blackness unwinding.
Feel your most gorgeous nightmares come alive,
and see the realm of night stretch out before your eyes.
So come hither, begin the journey into endless oblivion,
fall and merge with the immortal sensations, a joyous reunion.

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Gopal : "Oh my god..."
Shiven: "I knew it."

Back !

He was back from a glorious vacation...a much needed break deep in the mountains, with one of his best friends and nature. But that was the problem...he was back. He didn't want to be back. The break showed him how much he really needed to get out of here. Never before had he felt this urge to leave...yet now he felt it, but the chains of obligation held him there. He had had a choice, a choice to leave, but unseen forces had prevented him from leaving. He had chosen to stay, a decision that now pierced his heart like a freshly plucked extra thorny cactus from a desert. He used to stare blankly at the roof sometimes, remembering the good days of his vacation, missing his friend, and wishing he never had to come back in the first place.
And so he set it all in motion...to leave. It would take work, it would take lot of work, and it would also take trying to handle the unseen forces. But leave he will. This place now suffocated him with an iron grip. There was nothing for him here !! He wished he had a mule as a companion right now, so that he could ask it politely to kick him thirty five times on his backside for choosing to stay. But there was no mule to kick him, just his own imagination. But ah he will not give up !! Even a momentary respite from this place would be good !! Not for vacation this time...oh no ! But to for actual tasks, tasks that he would have otherwise done here. Yes, he will find a way out !!
His mates had thrown a small snowball down a very long path in his mountain...by now it was gathering lot of steam and snow...and the roll continued...

एक और...

आज कल मैं स्पैनिश सीख रहा हूँ । भाषा तो अपनी हिंदी जैसी ही है, पर हिंदी से थोड़ी आसान है । आज कल दिन ऐसे ही बीत जाते हैं । पर मज़ा तो है...मुझे नई भाषा तो सीखनी ही थी !!

लगता है मुझे इस छोटी सी लिखावट को यहीं रोकना पड़ेगा...सिरफ़ इसलिए क्योंकि जिस साधन से मैं लिख रहा हूँ उस से मेरी आँखें और मेरा भेजा दोनो दर्द करने लगते हैं । मैं इस साईट के द्वारा हिन्दी लिखता हूँ । अगर किसी को कोई और साधन का पता है, तो मेरे को कृप्या ज़रूर बताएँ !!

हिंदी में ब्लौग !!

मैं सोच रहा हूँ कि मैं एक ब्लौग हिन्दी में लिखूँ। पर इसको लिखने में समय तो बहुत लग जायेगा क्योंकि मैं वास्तविक कुंजीपटल के द्वारा हिंदी लिखता हूँ। पर फ़िर भी, कोशिश तो करूँगा !! =)

By the sea side

I am writing this simply because I am just downright bored !! I can imagine a few people mailing me rather select criticisms on this, but what the heck !! Phooey !! =)

He stood silently, staring at the raving sea. Mad, he said to himself, and smiled.

She stood besides him, staring into his raving eyes. Mad, she said to herself, and smiled.

He came there often, looking at the way the waves came at him, charging towards him with a relentless fury. Then, just as it seemed they would engulf him and impale his bottom on Neptune's trident, they died down, barely approaching him, tiny ripples, coughed up by false arrogance. He used to laugh madly then, drowining himself not in water, but in the mad joy of having triumphed over natures wrath.

She loved him dearly. Why, she never knew, but she just did. It was almost something that she realised had to be done. Kind of like the daily mundane routine she had of getting up in the morning and going straight to the crapper, sitting there for 20 minutes, then getting up and going about her daily business. Even though most of the times the trips were futile, she had hope something would come out. Similarly, with him, she hoped someday something would come out (now that could be interpreted in many ways, some rather naughty).

This day however, he laughed not at his power of having triumphed over nature. No...that day had long passed ever since a rather large wave swept him 100 meters out into the sea, and his bottom did not have the joy of being impaled on Neptune's trident, but in fact felt firsthand the wrath of a few eccentric jelly fishes. Since then, the laughter was but a memory. He felt the same way about many things now; life had given him many joys at which he had laughed, but those blasted jelly fishes had taken them all. He laughed however, at the thought of being here, in front of the sea, for as long as he had known, stuck in a rut that he had become familiar with, like the path of a pendulum, never changing.

She just laguhed because she was just downright bored out of her mind, and because whenever he laughed, he tended to bray like a donkey.

Towards the light

He was flying hard. Very hard. Just a few days he had discovered an abomination on his back. At first, he freaked out, unable to comprehend the meaning of that monstrosity. It was later, during his frantic convulsions, that he realised that the more he moved his muscles, the abominations slowly moved as well. The paranoia and fear were transformed into jubilation and excitement. Those things were his to command !!

Soon he learnt how to use them. It took him some time to come to terms with them. Finally he figured that they were there to lift him up and carry him away somewhere. However, he still had no idea how to use them. A few pathetic attempts over the coming days would give him that lesson, and a lot of rather nasty bruises. The bruises hurt a lot. Many times he wanted to just give it all up and stay stuck in the nest deep inside his mind. Yet finally, he managed to figure it all out. He could now fly !!

He flew and flew and flew. And he flew. He could see it shining in the distance. It had always intrigued him. What on earth is that shiny thing, he often asked himself, while sitting in his nest, pondering over the myraid complexities that mazed around him. I wonder if I'll ever reach it, he would ask. But now he had that chance. And he struggled as hard as he could to move towards it.

He struggled, he struggled hard. The winds howled and tried to make him fall back into his nest. Random creatures of nightmares came and tore at his mind. Wisps of unknown darkness came and shrouded his vision of the light. Yet he carried on.

Someday...