Friday, December 17, 2010

The tower of Babel - chapter 1

For the want of money,your conscience was killed
For the want of love,the money was burnt
For the want of power,my love was lynched
For the want of eternity,the gods lost their power.

The tower of Babel's, interior walls of the antechambers, were chock-full of paintings and drawings.The gods looked at in awe, for it had shown all the divine niceties and the dark fantasies of men.The gods had no choice but to burn it down just to prove their power and arrogance.They were not extremely successful.The pieces
flung in all the directions and the places where the debris fell, became the breeding grounds for new cultures.To name a few, The Hosier lane,Queens- New York,Zurich,Venice Graffiti pit,Topiel street- Warsaw...

"For the want of money,your conscience was killed"

He was delightfully and dedicatedly rotten in the matters of viewing things straight. He always felt people... people around him, start thinking in agitated wonderment at what they must have  done to deserve a guy like him.

Talks of rapprochement with his wife had gone in vain.She never believed him after the day he told her that he never really loved her and that he married her just for her dad's money.Later she also came to know he had an affair with another woman. He understood people as long as they spoke money.

"For the want of love,the money was burnt"

They never understood the spawning concepts of Evolution.They were actually one.The master and his alter ego.The alter ego, was a figment of his master's imagination and the master never knew he existed.

He wanted to write a book.He had a story that would make him a billionaire, overnight.He knew he would be very famous if he completes this book.A story so powerful,it could alter the winds of the current political situation.All he was waiting for, was an opening line for the book.

He had always felt that the opening line of a book had the power to, glue the readers to your book, or to dump it.He had a list of options that he managed to pull out from few books.He wanted his 'opening line' to be eclectic rather than original.

"Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun."
- Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy

"It was a pleasure to burn."
- Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

"I was born in the Year 1632, in the City of York, of a good Family, tho' not of that Country, my Father being a Foreigner of Bremen, who settled first at Hull"
Daniel Defoe, Robinson Crusoe

"Achilles' cursed anger sing, O goddess, that son of Peleus, which stated a myriad sufferings for the Achaeans."- Homer, The Iliad

He knew that the starting line for his book would be a combination of all these lines.But how?

"For the want of power,my love was lynched"

I had my drink,paid the bill and came out of the pub.When I was about to enter the elevator,something caught my attention.

She was insanely beautiful when I saw her for the second time.But she was not the same.She had Changed a lot.Her horizons were a lot more vibrant than they used to be.She was sitting alone in the huge vestibule of the hotel reading the "Hypnerotomachia Poliphili".She was not wearing any of those extravagant jewels or clothes,but something that was missing in her face made her very conspicuous.I gave a stilted glance ,ducked my way through the crowd and went near her.She looked up at me and her face turned gloomy.

What on the earth was she doing there with a "Hypnerotomachia Poliphili" in her hand.Had she gone mad?


Anonymous said...

Il semble que vous soyez un expert dans ce domaine, vos remarques sont tres interessantes, merci.

- Daniel

Smitha said...

You are getting better and better .. Keep up the good work..

If she's readin Hypnerotomachia she seems to be desperate to read not exactly mad..