Yet another batch joined the company - a new batch of people, each one more normal than the other, each one as expendable as the other... I was looking at a sea of faces, constantly moving, but with no visible features - all that it exposed was ripples of black hair and brown faces. The constant high-pitched laughter, the silly games and the occasinal glances around to find comfort in the fact that they are being no different from the rest of the silly mob, the desperation to fit in, to be a part, to belong, and to forcefully belong the non-belongers-pulling them in into their self-mockery...
Amidst all this, i found my reflection in the far away glass, not quite indistinguishable, but fast fading into the uniformity. An acute shudder started at the base of my spine, and coursed through every nerve in the body, and i found myself petrified, stunned and afraid... finally gathered myself, went to the washroom and tried to rub off the uniformity off my face- it refused to go....
I can still hear the shrieks of joy as somebody won a round of musical chairs; somebody gives her a prize for the parody that she just excelled at, and the crowd goes mad clapping...
I wish the rest of the world wasnt born.
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dei ishwar
good one da...
Thoda soltaru.....etho 'good one' am....
Evan da avan?
Wow. That is some GOOD writing!
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