Making of the devil
Mood:  on fire
Now Playing: Devil's own story
Topic: Inside the killer's mind
Leo Tolstoy once said all happy person look alike and all unhappy persons have a story to tell. Secrets are buried deep down behind their unhappiness, lines are blurring; you are becoming it and it is becoming you. This is about one such unhappy person, this is about me. Roads have always been dark at night, what’s new about it. Sea has always been mysterious, what’s new about it. Perhaps this time it is not, as I walk down the dark roads besides the sea, I hear strange whispers. The winds passing by my ears are making howling noises; I am trying to find out the meanings. I always wondered why my dreaded aggression gets peace when I see blood; streaming out of my veins. I can stab myself but why I need to cut my veins. I always wondered when I will sleep in the cradle of peace, when I will look forward to the next morning the way everyone else do. I have never got an answer. I remember once I asked my mother, who are the devils? She in her own limitations tried explaining me, I was never satisfied. Today, I think I know who devils are. Perhaps they too are those unhappy people, blurring the lines of human and inhuman. Am I one of those? The catastrophic noises, the mutilated bodies do not make devils, devils are born among us, before we get to figure out, we become one of them. I am becoming one. The stories of plain chits, anxious, adventurous people inviting troubled souls and then realising that what mess they are in. I feel the same with people trying to talk to me and realising soon that they are in mess hence before they get steady with me they are out of it. I am Frankenstein, who is feeling unwanted, ignored and lonely trying to figure out as what is it in me that make people go away from me before even trying to know that there is a meaning behind what all I do, how I behave. They say one who is powerless is perhaps the most powerful, the most deadly. There is nothing that I can do to overcome the insults I have been subjected to but then there is because sometimes to be helpless is the best position to be in. Devils are human, in fact more humane than most of the humans as they know that at the end of each game you have to be a winner and if you are not then perhaps the game is not yet over. I too am waiting for my turn now because this time my friend, it will be check and mate.