Broken Pieces

Few things pierce you so hard, SO HARD that it takes a while to realize that the sword went right through your body, traveled its entire thickness, and emerged clean on the other side. You don't even feel the pain initially. It just happens like anything else that happens. Like breathing. Then realization strikes. You feel the blade, the part of the blade that still remains inside your body. You still don't have an ounce of pain. That is until the one moment where the pain makes its presence felt. It is still bearable. Nothing that seems like it will kill you.

But then the pain grows, spreads, up till the point that you're flooded with it.

There's one line that I'd heard in the series called House of Cards. It went like this...

"Every martyr craves a standing sword to fall on."

I know not why I remember this line of all things at this moment. As a matter of fact, I cannot recollect what I was thinking I'd write after that quote from the above mentioned series.

Sometimes, you gotta run before you can walk.

These hostel walls that surround us, these corridors, these rooms, man, these things have so much history trapped inside them! Imagine. They've borne generations of guys like you and me. They've protected so many fragile souls, reveled in high spirits of so many more, and men out of boys, dealt with more than their fair share of puking. Like a mother taking care of her baby, despite everything, all the poop, all the diaper changes, all the vomiting. This place, the walls of which are the only witnesses to what I do now, it lets you run before you can walk. Every time you hold back, this place tells you "Don't worry, Kiddo! Go sprint! Go all out. We'll see what to do if you fall. And what if you fall? You don't have anything to lose in the first place. Then why fear losing anything more?"

This might sound strange. But the things a person wants to do to someone else, be the thing good, bad, or evil, whatever it is, stems out of the person's perception of the way they are getting treated by the world. So, for example, if you want to catch hold of people who have a "Use me. I'm fragile. So after using me, break me and throw me away." neon sign on their forehead, use them, break them, and then throw them away after you're done with them, there is a good chance that you have a "Use me. I'm fragile. So after using me, break me and throw me away." neon sign on your own forehead. Strange, isn't it?

Peaceful violence- Imagine aggression, like a balloon about to blast. And that balloon is going to blast, taking a big chunk of everything around it in the bosoms of its explosion. Everything wiped clean. Like nothing ever existed there before. Clean slate. But how do you contain the explosion? You know for a fact that the explosion is contagious. The explosion sounds like a note on the piano.A consistently repeating note, every four beats... like THIS.

Such a soft sound, that of a note on a piano. But it contains within itself an unimaginable explosion. Imagine the happenings in the image below...

 

And all you hear is the sound of a single note on a piano. That is when you know for a fact that the explosion is hurtling towards you at speeds at which you cannot escape it before its blast radius engulfs you....