Good cannot produce evil. This was the topic we were given to write a 12-16 line poem on as part of a project in school. But hold on-
Roses have thorns on the plant they grow on. Everyone loves the rain, but they create irksome puddles that always manage to squish on you their dirty water. And black is a fab colour, but it makes nights so much more dreary than they need be.
So- how does good NOT produce evil? It does. So- what do we write?!
We have two options-
One. We say this point, that Good CAN produce Evil. But to go against the given topic would mean making our poem very very strong, and the words very very powerful- something none of my team mates could do, since we were not much into poetry. So there were huge chances that we would fail to write anything good.
Two. We could completely ignore the logical reasoning our brains instantly came up with, and write a romanticist poem on Good this and Good that. Yeah, that would get the marks. 🙂
So after much brain-hitting, and finger snapping (me), frowning, and dreaming (me), scribbling, and keeping from tearing the paper apart as we wrote (me); we came up with the following poem. It managed to impress the right people, and we have good grades, Thank You. So here it goes-
As a flower springs from the soil
Fragile and timid and soft
And as it blooms and grows
And holds its fair head aloft
It germinates and grows its young
And the babe seeds rise out
And when the bee strikes they spill
All around, ALL around
Young flowers spring out naive
And the goodness surrounds!
There is good even in the Devil!
Only, in Him, dominating is Evil
Our thoughts should be good
Good will never produce crude
For good is incapable of just one
And that, is Evil.
– By Ruchika, Varun, and maybe Akshit
We weren’t done by then. We had touched upon the Devil, and we so wanted to go on. But our 16 lines were up.
Fortunately, some other group members had come up with so many lines that we were able to put together TWO poems!
And though that was bending the rules, submitting two poems when we had to put up one, we did so good that no one bothered to yell. Why?
Because good poems hide the way for scolding and shouting.
Because good cannot produce evil.
Please See- This has become a six-part series. Part 1 and 2 are Winter in June and Winter Continues. Here’s Part-3.
“Vizas?” asked Auxi nervously. She knew Waratia wouldn’t let him die, but he hadn’t responded to her entering his cell, and surely he must be anxious to see her, when she hadn’t visited him yesterday.
Vizas didn’t stir. Auxi rushed towards him, and grabbed his arm. He didn’t move an inch. She breathed hard onto his wrist, and peered as the green letters re-appeared. Pulse-normal. Heartbeat-normal.
“I had half a mind to let you run crazy to the guards screaming for help. But I can see you are dead stiff.”
Vizas made her jump.
Auxi caught him a tight embrace and held on.
“I couldn’t lose you. I could never lose you.” She muttered softly.
“Really? I thought you had found someone else yesterday… Kick that old bum at the prison… what can he do anyway?” sneered Vizas.
Auxi reeled back. She was clearly hurt. “Vizas! I would never-”
“Of course. You wouldn’t. I would blame the rat but-”
“Vizas! What are you talking about?!”
“What you were THINKING about! I go berserk worrying about you, why you never came, what could have happened, and I hear nothing from no-one! And then suddenly, fifteen minutes ago, I picked your thoughts and have the ball of my ruddy life!”
“Whatever you heard, it’s obviously not true! You’re just creating storms out of things you obviously don’t know!”
“Perfect! He’s in prison! Blame HIM! He would NEVER know! All right, you tell me- what did you mean when you were thinking- I must not tell Vizas. I will have this meeting and no one will know. But I must do this. About time. How long can I wait? He will give me what I want. YOU tell me, what the hell was THAT about?!“
“You have been reading my mind and you get these mess-ups and then you go livid over nothing! Would it amuse you if I brought out my entire day’s proceedings written and submitted it to you everyday like a schoolkid?!”
“Hell, it would! Specially if my girl was going out with someone else!”
“Vizas, I’m not with someone else. Will you-”
“It’s Bie isn’t it? That- that- hole takes my job, he takes my girl!”
“Vizas, Bie has nothing to do with this. But if you just want to argue with anyone who cares for you, I should just go away right now!”
“Sure! Get more time with your boy, won’t you! Just like yesterday, right? Why weren’t you here yesterday, then?”
“VIZAS! Bie is dead!” Auxi screamed at the top of her lungs, and fatigued by the ordeal, slumped down on the bed.
Vizas had shut up at last. Auxi pressed her forehead, and lay still on the bed.
“What?” Vizas asked.
“Heart attack while he was at work.” Auxi whispered.
“Heart attack?! The Tower monitors the heart beats of everyone inside-”
“A med team was on its way they say, but he went away too quick.”
“That’s bullshit! All they needed to do was drop through the floors! And he didn’t even have any condition-”
“They are holding him under inspection.”
“Auxi you know he didn’t have a heart attack! You can’t-”
“I know. But if you’ll let someone else speak for a change, maybe you’ll know all the other things I do.”
Vizas sat down on the chair, and waited, trying to show he was sorry, though he still had doubts.
“Bie was murdered. By the Tower I know. He acme to me day before after I visited you, saying his life was in danger, and he suspected the Tower being involved in something back when the S-Crisis occurred. He had picked up something, but of course, wouldn’t say anything. Just told me to get to everyone I trusted and start digging if anything happened to him. I pressed for more but some people from the Tower came to my house, where we were, and took him away. He told me to keep things from you for a while, because he believed they would come after you on the double if they suspected anything. And even now, I feel dumb telling you this beneath their obvious vigil.”
“What the hell! The S-Crisis? A heat break conspiracy?”
“And since you so want to know and have no respect for anyone’s privacy at all, I was thinking all those dark thoughts about my visit to Lord Janei right now, in the cell next to yours. Help you sleep better?”
Auxi showed her disgust clearly, on her face. She intended to give him a hard time over this. But Vizas was just plain silent.
“What, you done already?”
Vizas looked at her. He saw his mistake. That was obviously no way to treat her. His eyes fell on her cloak, and the thinning material and greying fabric welched his gut.
“What degree is it outside?” He whispered.
“Three.” Auxi replied, just as softy, exhausted herself, and feeling just as bad.
“Three. You sure you don’t want to steal a fruit or something and get in here?” Vizas asked, hopefully.
Auxi looked at him. She got up and went over to him, and slipped next to him and hugged him again.
“I’m sorry Auxi, I really am. It’s just- it’s this place. You weren’t here for one day, and I was all over my head and-”
“It’s okay. I don’t want to talk about it. It’s okay.”
“We have got to get to this. About Bie. About the S-Crisis. We can’t let this go now.”
“And I will help, however I can.”
“But that’s going to be tomorrow now, Vizas. The light’s on.”
“Shit man. I wasted all our time on-”
“It’s okay I said. I’ll be here tomorrow. Get some sleep, we are going to talk about many things tomorrow.” Auxi walked towards the door.
Auxi turned and saw Vizas desperate for one last word. She gave him his chance.
“I love you.”
“And I do you. And Vizas, I’ll love you for the next one year and sixty days the same , and then after that too.”
And Auxi walked out.
We all have known a cheat sometime in our life. The experience is never half okay. But what do we do when we are betrayed, mildly or horribly? Be angry… Have revenge… Take ‘control’ lessons ( 😛 )…. Try to forget?!…. Prepare ourselves for ‘next time’…. et al. But not me. HE-HE-HE-HE-HE!
Not me. The first thing I do is make sure I push the rage out of me through some writing (you are reading this, remember?). And then…. HE-HE-HE… I stand ready with a hammer behind that person, like his shadow, and hit him , POING!, on the head every time I see it will hurt! Makes me seem like a monster, no? Not exactly, actually….
You try and play with me and I make sure I give you hell for that. For example, just an innocent example, I dedicate this ENTIRE post to that one person who has set me upset recently, and….. that person, just you wait. *Devil Horns*
FIRSTLY. Dearest reader, since you have made it this long into this post, you deserve to know that the furious volcanic temper discussed earlier is not that frequent. 😀 I DO forgive. I DO know there’s a thing called ‘mistakes’! I am not Satan’s child, seriously! But really, neither am I an apostle. So if people tiff with me, and cause me hurt just for the fun of it, those evil monsters, they can’t expect mere tears and fright from me, I AM AS BAD. And that’s only fair!
NOW, back to that cheat. Scoundrel. Oh don’t worry, I don’t hate you yet!
You hurt me. You knew it when you did. “Don’t be angry plssssss.” “Are you in an okay mood?” “I really feel awkward!” My foot.
You thought you would do it over the net, you didn’t have to see my face. You chose the last day of school. Nice touch, I must admit. But sweetheart, it’s just 48 days till I see you again. What will you do then, squeaky meeky rat-sy!!!
You thought you would copy the things I held dear, I worshiped, I LOVED myself for achieving! You stole all of that and thought that you could always lay back on ‘inspiration’! You DID tell me- “You are my true inspiration!” But what you didn’t account for was My New Policy.
Article One of which reads- Do Not Indulge in social service anymore, in social formalities anymore IF it co-incides with your General Well-Being.
I’ll make it simpler for you, you illiterate bufoon! It means I no more take crap from cheats like you (believe me, the insults repeat in this shallow circle only because of a certain Internet Code of Conduct in me.)
I no more sit back when someone takes advantage. I no more let it pass. Not I make BLASTS! I make sure everyone has heard of the disgusting thing you did, and I do it AS YOUR FRIEND. It’s simple; you play mean, I play false.
You stole My Things. I will make sure you never like that. But, look here smarty! I WON”T EVEN WASTE MY TIME ON THAT!
I’ll just push this ‘mission’ to the back of my mind until I find the opportunity (no planning, no time-waste) and then I SHALL STRIKE! And I’ll rest again. 🙂 I always did like dormant volcanoes you know.
What’s more, you thought you’d get away with it. You would tell the world- ‘Ya she was more into this kind of stuff but I just wanted to do this… You know, I always had this passion…” and so on. But anyone can read the fine print. They’ll know.
There is no law for this kind of crime. But it’s the make-or-break thing in school you know. Ohh, you’re so dead 🙂 (I can’t control my emotions! I can’t help it!)
Of course I am jealous! But that’s not gonna be your excuse. You’re gonna GO DOWN for treachery! Miss, who cares about jealousy, huh? And you thought you nailed it when a local news-bee chatted with you… “Ohh! So sweet!” he had said. Don’t make me laugh! That’s heights of cooing a baby!
This is what I’ll do to you! Cartoon you already are, I’ll just make you this exhausted.I won’t even cry, “Catch that Cheat!” You are ALL MINE!
So there’s my 720 word love letter to you. Read it all? feel upset NOW? Good- see you later.