He, mounted on his horse, is in pursuit of his enemy. He has been chasing all day long. He is tired. The chase that started in plain lands is now heading towards the summit of the mountain. His enemy is at least 100 meters away and turned about a corner, thus disappearing from his eyes. When he was about to turn at the same corner, some unseen force hit him in his forehead. The blow was so heavy that he falls from his horse and starts rolling downwards in the mountain path. This has to end. Therefore, I place a rock, no not a rock, a tree on his downward path so as he is stopped after hitting it. He seems to be unconscious. He hears his name being called out from a distance. Therefore, we infer that he is semi-conscious.
Then he heard “You pig. Wake up”. “I am not Pig, I am Udhay”, he thinks. From the ability of his to analyze, we infer that he got his senses back. Nevertheless, he is not able to open his eyes yet. As we mentioned, the blow was heavy.
Suddenly he felt being pushed by some unseen force. Is it the same force that hit him earlier? This is something that we do not want to comment upon. We leave such investigations to our readers.
The push is too forceful and hence he starts rolling again. After a point, the edge of the mountain, the fall is accelerated. He was too tired to scream. Thus, we happen to witness his free fall until he hit the ground.
When we reached the base, we find him lying upside down. We expect a gory scene before us. However, there seems to be no trace of blood. There is a movement. He is not dead yet.
Here, we would like to inform the readers that we are presenting the events only as they unfold and we have no influence on the occurrences.
He feels someone standing on his chest intensely trying to bring him back. We are speechless looking at the ‘one’ waking up our Udhay. With this external aid, he finally manages to open his eyes. He is now staring at a book that speaks. He does not seem to be shocked as we anticipated. Why is he not shocked to see a book that has a pair of eyes, legs, hands, ears, a nose and to top it all a mouth to talk.
The book says, “You ****. Wake up”. What did I just hear? I was sworn with that 4-letter F word that I dared to use, he thinks. Even I have never used that word in my life; he continues thinking.
He now seems to be more concerned about the 4-letter F word than the talking book. He has seen them all before in English movies, where everything talks and even walks with a sense of pride.
He is only surprised by this occurrence/phenomena of things talking happening in a village located 180 Kms away from the state capital. Even more surprising is that it has been talking to him throughout in Telugu. He has never seen or heard a 'thing' talking in Telugu or any Indian language for that matter.
What is happening? Where am i now? I have been chasing my enemy and now I find myself in a place, that seems familiar, where a book speaks. Is this some kind of 'Udhay in Wonderland' story? No, it is not.
Now the familiar place becomes more familiar with his conscious being gained gradually. It is his own home, where he lives with his parents and an older sister. The chasing sequence is a dream and nothing more or nothing less.
Now the reality dawns on him. Actually, he has been sleeping in his room. It was this book (our unseen force) which pushed him from his cot resulting in his falling on the room's floor.
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Pen: That was too long and too coherent to be called a dream. Don't you think?
Author: Why not a dream can be long and coherent?
Pen: Because, I never had a coherent dream, leave alone a longer one at that.
Author: You cannot have dreams. I think you forget many things. One of them is your identity. You are a Pen - a thing.
Pen: Huh, That is your animal arrogance...
Author:?????
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Why the hell did you push me? Udhay quizzed.
I always knew that this would happen one day and it happened today. You rolled over me, said the book.
It is revealed here a strange habit that Udhay has. It is that he always sleeps with his books on his side. He reasons that if he feels like reading in the middle of the night, he need not reach out for the books. However, the reality is that these books are not read or not even touched for months.
First answer this question, Udhay asked, how are you talking?
Did I ever question you of why human being is the only talking animal? Replied the book.
Nevertheless, you are a thing.
At least I am some'thing' but you are nothing.
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Pen: Why are you giving my intelligent arguments to this book? Now people who read this story will think that you wrote it. You copycat.
Author: No, it is the book who is talking and not me.
Pen: Huh, do not say that. Everyone knows that books talk only in fantasy stories written by some shmucks like you. Anyway, you are stealing my dialogues.
Author: Ok then. I thought I will ‘give you’ some fair treatment, I even agreed to ‘We’ in each place where the readers are reminded of the author. Now this is how you treat me back, you talk to me with disrespect. Let me tell you, those dialogues were only put down through you, nevertheless they were mine.
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But How? Udhay still puzzled.
You need to ask ‘Why?’ rather than ‘How’ dear friend. I am titled “Black Swan” and I am all about dealing with randomness, unprecedented events, you read me, yet you ask ‘How?’ The Book still delivering dialogues showing signs of intelligence.
How would Udhay know anything about what this book is all about, when he had not even moved past the second page of the book?
Why then? Udhay asked not wanting to conflict at this hour of night.
Because the need arose. That is why. It is high time I talked to you about your not so incorrigible practice and right it before it is too late.
However, for your ‘How?’ it is how you did start talking years ago.
Though, it is not clearly pronounced of what those practices were, we can at least sense their existence from Udhay acknowledging and promising to regress to his good self and correct all his not so incorrigible practices.
Maybe he really meant it or maybe he just wanted to end this middle of the night conversation. We do not know.
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Pen: Isn’t the end too contrived? Maybe we should rework it.
Author: If only it is ‘The end’
Pen: What do you mean?
Author: Isn’t every other story ever told is contrived?
Pen: Planned to end in a certain way?
Author: When, ‘the end’ is only a presumption, where in reality it is a continuum with no detectible start and an evident end, at lease ones that are comprehensible to our minds.
Pen: I guess, I get you.
Author: Finally, you agree to everything I say.
Pen: Equal treatment. Listening to each other. Do they ring any bell?
Author: Oh, now you are ‘treating’ me as equal?
Pen: You want to ‘Start’ it all over again?
Author: ‘Start’?
Pen: Oh, come on. Not again… Let us put a contrived ending to this.
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As for as the continuum of this story is concerned, let me just say that they all lived happily ever after. Now you may ask who I am.
I am the one who wrote this. I am the one who is reading this. I am the one who will tell this. I am ‘the’ one. I am the ‘One’ and the ‘Same’.
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My End Note: This story is borne out of a chaos called my mind. This is an attempt to rein it, to infuse some order. I am not sure if I had succeeded, for that I still feel chaotic.
Each character is one and the same as they all reflect my chaotic mind, the creator. Likewise, am I just a bit of someone’s chaos or someone’s bit of chaos? Likewise, every other being ‘here’. Will this understanding of chaos be able to help us, the ones?
The happenings around me say that either ‘The One’ have not understood it right or the understanding is not efficacious yet.
Then he heard “You pig. Wake up”. “I am not Pig, I am Udhay”, he thinks. From the ability of his to analyze, we infer that he got his senses back. Nevertheless, he is not able to open his eyes yet. As we mentioned, the blow was heavy.
Suddenly he felt being pushed by some unseen force. Is it the same force that hit him earlier? This is something that we do not want to comment upon. We leave such investigations to our readers.
The push is too forceful and hence he starts rolling again. After a point, the edge of the mountain, the fall is accelerated. He was too tired to scream. Thus, we happen to witness his free fall until he hit the ground.
When we reached the base, we find him lying upside down. We expect a gory scene before us. However, there seems to be no trace of blood. There is a movement. He is not dead yet.
Here, we would like to inform the readers that we are presenting the events only as they unfold and we have no influence on the occurrences.
He feels someone standing on his chest intensely trying to bring him back. We are speechless looking at the ‘one’ waking up our Udhay. With this external aid, he finally manages to open his eyes. He is now staring at a book that speaks. He does not seem to be shocked as we anticipated. Why is he not shocked to see a book that has a pair of eyes, legs, hands, ears, a nose and to top it all a mouth to talk.
The book says, “You ****. Wake up”. What did I just hear? I was sworn with that 4-letter F word that I dared to use, he thinks. Even I have never used that word in my life; he continues thinking.
He now seems to be more concerned about the 4-letter F word than the talking book. He has seen them all before in English movies, where everything talks and even walks with a sense of pride.
He is only surprised by this occurrence/phenomena of things talking happening in a village located 180 Kms away from the state capital. Even more surprising is that it has been talking to him throughout in Telugu. He has never seen or heard a 'thing' talking in Telugu or any Indian language for that matter.
What is happening? Where am i now? I have been chasing my enemy and now I find myself in a place, that seems familiar, where a book speaks. Is this some kind of 'Udhay in Wonderland' story? No, it is not.
Now the familiar place becomes more familiar with his conscious being gained gradually. It is his own home, where he lives with his parents and an older sister. The chasing sequence is a dream and nothing more or nothing less.
Now the reality dawns on him. Actually, he has been sleeping in his room. It was this book (our unseen force) which pushed him from his cot resulting in his falling on the room's floor.
.........................................................................................................................................
Pen: That was too long and too coherent to be called a dream. Don't you think?
Author: Why not a dream can be long and coherent?
Pen: Because, I never had a coherent dream, leave alone a longer one at that.
Author: You cannot have dreams. I think you forget many things. One of them is your identity. You are a Pen - a thing.
Pen: Huh, That is your animal arrogance...
Author:?????
.........................................................................................................................................
Why the hell did you push me? Udhay quizzed.
I always knew that this would happen one day and it happened today. You rolled over me, said the book.
It is revealed here a strange habit that Udhay has. It is that he always sleeps with his books on his side. He reasons that if he feels like reading in the middle of the night, he need not reach out for the books. However, the reality is that these books are not read or not even touched for months.
First answer this question, Udhay asked, how are you talking?
Did I ever question you of why human being is the only talking animal? Replied the book.
Nevertheless, you are a thing.
At least I am some'thing' but you are nothing.
.........................................................................................................................................
Pen: Why are you giving my intelligent arguments to this book? Now people who read this story will think that you wrote it. You copycat.
Author: No, it is the book who is talking and not me.
Pen: Huh, do not say that. Everyone knows that books talk only in fantasy stories written by some shmucks like you. Anyway, you are stealing my dialogues.
Author: Ok then. I thought I will ‘give you’ some fair treatment, I even agreed to ‘We’ in each place where the readers are reminded of the author. Now this is how you treat me back, you talk to me with disrespect. Let me tell you, those dialogues were only put down through you, nevertheless they were mine.
.........................................................................................................................................
But How? Udhay still puzzled.
You need to ask ‘Why?’ rather than ‘How’ dear friend. I am titled “Black Swan” and I am all about dealing with randomness, unprecedented events, you read me, yet you ask ‘How?’ The Book still delivering dialogues showing signs of intelligence.
How would Udhay know anything about what this book is all about, when he had not even moved past the second page of the book?
Why then? Udhay asked not wanting to conflict at this hour of night.
Because the need arose. That is why. It is high time I talked to you about your not so incorrigible practice and right it before it is too late.
However, for your ‘How?’ it is how you did start talking years ago.
Though, it is not clearly pronounced of what those practices were, we can at least sense their existence from Udhay acknowledging and promising to regress to his good self and correct all his not so incorrigible practices.
Maybe he really meant it or maybe he just wanted to end this middle of the night conversation. We do not know.
.........................................................................................................................................
Pen: Isn’t the end too contrived? Maybe we should rework it.
Author: If only it is ‘The end’
Pen: What do you mean?
Author: Isn’t every other story ever told is contrived?
Pen: Planned to end in a certain way?
Author: When, ‘the end’ is only a presumption, where in reality it is a continuum with no detectible start and an evident end, at lease ones that are comprehensible to our minds.
Pen: I guess, I get you.
Author: Finally, you agree to everything I say.
Pen: Equal treatment. Listening to each other. Do they ring any bell?
Author: Oh, now you are ‘treating’ me as equal?
Pen: You want to ‘Start’ it all over again?
Author: ‘Start’?
Pen: Oh, come on. Not again… Let us put a contrived ending to this.
.........................................................................................................................................
As for as the continuum of this story is concerned, let me just say that they all lived happily ever after. Now you may ask who I am.
I am the one who wrote this. I am the one who is reading this. I am the one who will tell this. I am ‘the’ one. I am the ‘One’ and the ‘Same’.
.....................................................................................................................................
My End Note: This story is borne out of a chaos called my mind. This is an attempt to rein it, to infuse some order. I am not sure if I had succeeded, for that I still feel chaotic.
Each character is one and the same as they all reflect my chaotic mind, the creator. Likewise, am I just a bit of someone’s chaos or someone’s bit of chaos? Likewise, every other being ‘here’. Will this understanding of chaos be able to help us, the ones?
The happenings around me say that either ‘The One’ have not understood it right or the understanding is not efficacious yet.
