SCENE: WLPD exam hall, TIME: 11 am (guessing :P), 2nd april 2011, the day of the world cup finals, india vs sri lanka.
Basically, on the most exciting day of the lives of my cricket-mad countrymen, i was doing the most boring thing conceived by humans- invigilating, that too in a class full of old guys who were themselves least bothered about the exam and eager to return to their homes to witness the spectacle. But i couldn't help it, i was broke, and needed those 1.5k. So, when you're in such a situation, you would probably want to kill yourself, i opted to bring out the "creative" me, and began writing random stuff. I ended up writing 2 stories, or something like that. Here goes the first one:
Wondrous expressions floating about
pure ecstasy personified, ready to plunge into an ocean of mania
I pause to realize the weight of the moment
it's as if all the pain is gone
tragedy ceases to exist
scores of problems being resisted by a shell of satisfaction.
They're all jumping, they're all bewildered,
crazy if you may, but ultimately human.
The feeling is inexplicable, it transcends love, jingoism, joy
maybe one's too timid to give it a verbal form.
She sits at the opposite corner, still trying to comprehend the gravity of it all,
either unaware or uninterested, she stands out
while others have their souls liberated.
I look at her, study her reactions
she looks back, confused, but happy nonetheless, for all the souls surrounding hers.
Our eyes meet, ecstasy and attraction commingled, the feeling's other-worldly.
While my feet are still in the air, hers pick her up, to her surprise.
They come closer, the connection is spontaneous, the feeling is mutual,
it's like they complete each other
She smiles at him, he smiles at this unbelievable speck of time, wants to freeze it and seize it.
Their souls fuse, they kiss, like they've never kissed before
The moment's heaven, two souls united amidst hundreds of exhilarated ones.
He's finally happy, until his doorbell rings...
the day has just started, the match is yet to be won, the one's yet to be found
He hopes, he lives, he smiles....
Well that came out all wrong, i was thinking about writing on the match that was to come and wrote something totally unrelated :D anyways i then showed it to my esteemed friend shubham moon-dhaara, who's probably going to be my batchmate for 2 more years, although he would probably not want that :) and a certified geek that he is, he treated this piece like a passage in some mock CAT, and framed questions on it! have a look at his end of creativity :)
Q1) What does "they're" refer to in line 7? ---- 2 marks
Q2) What feeling is the author talking about in line 9? ------- 2 marks
Q3) What is the author's tone in the passage? ------- 1 mk
a) excited b) happy c) amazed d) satisfied
No matter how amazed moon's creativity made me, i was still bored as there was one more exam, 3 more hours to kill, and with the match about to start, nothing was helping. So after playing MAFIA with my friends during the lunch break, i went on to write another piece. here goes:
The annihilating blend
He trembled in his dream, as his mind was giving him nightmares- that he was losing her. He looked deep into her eyes, hoping that the love he had for her, he could find it in there. He woke up from his livid dream, in sweat, the deja vu pretty vivid. He confessed her love for her, & said he hoped that one day she would feel the same way. His broken heart had given up, after giving her his all, all he got in return was her last words- It won't work. She said "I can't accept you as mine, as i still have feelings for someone else, and doing this wouldn't give any of us happiness." He decides to end it all, got a gun, & wept his way to her place. He said "Baby i can't leave you for the world. No one can coz you're so wonderful." & looked with fiery passion into her hazel eyes. All the moments they had together were haunting him, breathing fire into his pain, othello came to his mind. Her heart gave in, melted in the heat of passion, she smiled approvingly.
He entered her home, and cried out her name, but in vain, driving him wilder. He was on cloud nine, tears flowed down their eyes, they kissed. He saw her, and his nightmare turned into reality. She was dissolved in the heat of the moment and did not even feel the agony when the bullet passed right through her cranium. His anger now turned into pain, unbearable pain, & he used the last bullet on himself. He stood there, looking at the corpses, blamed himself for it, so he went to the kitchen & turned on the gas, waited for the feeling of death to sink in, and lit the match...
