Ruin Man
Bernard looked suspect, yet again. His scruffy overbearing moustache fail to veil the anxiety underneath, stiff taut muscles giving it away.
He and his eleven unmotivated friends – devotees rather, had suddenly taken a fond liking to this game called Jenga. Days and nights had passed by, with them trying to get their heads over it. It must have been the prospect of creating something grand and unique, only to watch it twist, twirl and eventually tumble down in a heap. For why else, would a group of dim-wits gruel their brains for so long, if not for the juvenile sadist laugh it ended with?
Coupling the game with frantic bouts of alcohol can make it even trickier. Whiskey was the order of the day, or so Bernard had wished. Single malt with nothing but a few cubes of ice. Even before the grey-white of ice could mix with the gold of whiskey, the mob was already quite inebriated – hands trembling, shoulders dropping and eyes shifting a little too much. The revelry continued and so did the drinking. As and how the moon kept losing itself in the clouds, an increasing number faltered at the game and the lesser drinkers passed out conveniently.
In no time, everyone but Bernard had given in to the whiskey and lay awkwardly across the room like a strewn of dead bodies after a bloody war. Bernard sat around the Jenga structure, watching over his newly-conquered castle. Victorious in this battle of wits and alcoholism, he pulled out another block, winked a familiar juvenile sadist laugh and watched his reward collapse to the ground.
The making and breaking of domino sequences.
When you start building one at the back of your mind you know you are going to destroy it soon. It is the servile, submissive, subtle side of you that toys with it, builds lines, circles, abstract figures and then the vicious takes over. One flick and all's lost.
That is the moment when the devil in you takes over and has THE last, sadist laugh.
Ahh... Bliss.
Does it? Well, I am not too sure if it was intended to do that but I am taking that as a compliment.
First comments always feel good.
Thanks A Ton!
@ Riddhi Parekh -
Thankyou! I like the sound of the word fine.
:-)
@ Kruti Desai -
Ahhh, opinion. How desperately did my blog need that now?
I don't think the game is what matters here. The whole idea of having the power to make something perish which you have created yourself, is what I have tried to talk about.
Why, tell me, is it that people end up making kebabs out of goats they themselves bring up? Why?
Everyone loves playing with destiny. You can't do with yours so why not someone/something else's.
Or maybe on second thoughts, maybe you can play with your destiny but do you have the guts enough to take that risk?
Your piece reminds me of Humpty Dumpty! Yep! The nursery rhyme. I know they don't connect in the true philosop-hic-al sense. But in my head they do. Hic!
A good laugh is always welcome. I wonder how often some people over-do it, though.
But Bernard for a name? What's wrong with Ravi, Sahil and the like? Some colonial hangover?
Thanks!
I hope to hear from you more often.
For one, I didn't like the idea of Ravi, Sahil and the like having unmotivated disciples. Do you? That would suck.
Frankly though, I cannot think of any specific reason as such, it must be the whiskey. Hic!
Green Label - Mera No.1
Keep it up Bro!!
sounds like a review on the back cover of a book....
but yes it does give everyone a sadistic pleasure!!! (DIMWITS OR OTHERWISE)
A review on the back cover of a book?
Is that a good thing?