"My day starts at..... What time do I say it starts at? You see, I am unfortunately at the disposal of a psycopath who seems to take pleasure in seeing me sleep deprived. He may seem to resemble a regular human being but, after nearly a year of being tortured slowly and deliberately, believe me when I say he is a certified psycopath. If they had been handing out grades to psychos, I am sure they would have to come up with something over and above A+ to hand over to this speciman."
soft sounds of sobbing fading into silence.....Deep breathing......Air exhaled...
"I am very sorry. Got carried away there. Let me start again".
"My day starts, usually, at 4 in the morning. That ‘guy who owns me’ presses that all important button and I am instantly awake. And from then on, there's no respite. Don't really know what he gets out of it but I have to bear with his merciless, relentless pounding for the next couple of hours. After which he stops and literally packs me away. There I wait, for what is to come next. Suddenly it feels like I am being taken somewhere, fast. There is a cacophony of honking and cursing, lots of jerks and bumps. After what seems like an eternity it all stops. There's only silence. And as suddenly as I was packed away, I am jerked back out. The surroundings have now changed. It’s very bright and cool. But before I can wrap my mind around the differences, he is back at me. With a vengeance, it seems. He pounds away at me with what looks like a fury. At least that's how it feels!! There's a change in his persona too. Where he was benign and calm during the early morning stint, he is all agitated now, cursing and talking aloud to himself. And all the while, pounding on poor me. The exercise even takes on a whole new demeaning twist when he starts playing music as he continues his violence. It’s as if he is being artistic!! The only thing I can look forward to is when he gets tired and has to go for a cuppa or for lunch. Surprisingly merciful of him that he doesn't drag me along during those breaks. But the downside is he is back with new vigor and gets started again, intending to make up for lost time. And this goes on for eternity (Actually around 8 in the evening, but by then I have been pounded so badly that I am not in any shape to differentiate between that and eternity). I can barely register that I am being bound and put away again. This is the best part of my day. In-spite of the being transported blind, in-spite of barely being alive after hours of physical mishandling, in-spite of knowing what is in store for me tomorrow, I know that I get sometime to just be with myself. And after what I have been put through, that is a gift I am going to enjoy, no matter what. The pounding however is just a few hours away, when that alarm of his shouts its top off at 4 in the morning.
I would have given in and been broken by now had it not been for that extra hard layer beneath my soft-to-the-touch exterior. He can pound on me all he wants, but pound me into submission he won't. And that is my only thought, always, as I drift off into an all too brief, dreamless sleep."
--- As told to Noodle-House by Vishnu's Laptop Keyboard.
soft sounds of sobbing fading into silence.....Deep breathing......Air exhaled...
"I am very sorry. Got carried away there. Let me start again".
"My day starts, usually, at 4 in the morning. That ‘guy who owns me’ presses that all important button and I am instantly awake. And from then on, there's no respite. Don't really know what he gets out of it but I have to bear with his merciless, relentless pounding for the next couple of hours. After which he stops and literally packs me away. There I wait, for what is to come next. Suddenly it feels like I am being taken somewhere, fast. There is a cacophony of honking and cursing, lots of jerks and bumps. After what seems like an eternity it all stops. There's only silence. And as suddenly as I was packed away, I am jerked back out. The surroundings have now changed. It’s very bright and cool. But before I can wrap my mind around the differences, he is back at me. With a vengeance, it seems. He pounds away at me with what looks like a fury. At least that's how it feels!! There's a change in his persona too. Where he was benign and calm during the early morning stint, he is all agitated now, cursing and talking aloud to himself. And all the while, pounding on poor me. The exercise even takes on a whole new demeaning twist when he starts playing music as he continues his violence. It’s as if he is being artistic!! The only thing I can look forward to is when he gets tired and has to go for a cuppa or for lunch. Surprisingly merciful of him that he doesn't drag me along during those breaks. But the downside is he is back with new vigor and gets started again, intending to make up for lost time. And this goes on for eternity (Actually around 8 in the evening, but by then I have been pounded so badly that I am not in any shape to differentiate between that and eternity). I can barely register that I am being bound and put away again. This is the best part of my day. In-spite of the being transported blind, in-spite of barely being alive after hours of physical mishandling, in-spite of knowing what is in store for me tomorrow, I know that I get sometime to just be with myself. And after what I have been put through, that is a gift I am going to enjoy, no matter what. The pounding however is just a few hours away, when that alarm of his shouts its top off at 4 in the morning.
I would have given in and been broken by now had it not been for that extra hard layer beneath my soft-to-the-touch exterior. He can pound on me all he wants, but pound me into submission he won't. And that is my only thought, always, as I drift off into an all too brief, dreamless sleep."
--- As told to Noodle-House by Vishnu's Laptop Keyboard.
10 comments:
I remember writing 'a day in the life' stories as a kid. Fun. This was an interesting one.
Thank you. :)
very interestin, keep them coming
Will try. My best. :)
Love the way this is written and fear ye not - the odd pounding doesn't harm from time to time!
Hi from Dubai and we like ya blog - one to watch for sure and one route to smell your flowers..
cool "day in the life" story. i hope it's not true! The rest of your blog is quite an interesting read.
Very clever Vishnu! =)
Go! Smell..., glad you liked it and thanks for the kind words.
X-man, well it's true. But I guess you missed the last line in the post "As told to Noodle-House by Vishnu's LAPTOP KEYBOARD" :).
Thomas, thank you. :)
Interesting post you did vishu, keep it going!
Etienne, thanks. :)
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