Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Getting Aboard a Cog !
Little do people know about what goes behind the Mask of Tranquillity!
Under the false impression that their wards will be taken care of, they drop them into The Ocean. The Ocean sees all alike, they say. For 3 years they have no reason to believe otherwise.
Then, one fine day, the journey, or the Trip as we call it, to the Biggest Island in the Ocean began.
No doubt, the Island is big and fruitful. Little can it be compared to our own islands. We found only the abundance of greenery, on our first expedition on getting there.
We suspected nothing. Not because we are inferior to the inhabitants of the Big Island, but because of our ignorance.
Well, we had all come to get aboard a *Cog! And we ain’t thoroughbreds...This is how the whole procedure of getting into a Cog went about (or goes..cos this ain’t gonna change in a long time)...We were all let out into the ocean which seemed to be placid and serene. We moved in our respective shoals under the aegis of our leader.
Day 1: Sun was shining brightly. The first Cog that is to take us ashore was coming today. My group were the fortunate/unfortunate ones to take the first dip in the waters..a pass in the preliminary swim is necessary to go out into the vast expanse of the Ocean which is the playground. Well most got through. There were few of us who didn’t make it to the playground.
We were, without doubt, sad! Sad is a mild word to use under the circumstances..but still...My fellow mates who made to the playground, had their wits tested. They had to wait of course, till the next day eve to know whether they were in or not!!! Those of us who didn’t make it...were preparing to get aboard the next Cog in line...
Day 2: Day 2 passed without many happenings till the evening. I began to sense the fluttering of butterflies in ma fellow mates' stomachs...the results..anytime now. Some started pacing up and down..which obviously didn’t help..so they went to enquire...And then they came..most cleared....but few didn t..they looked sad..the Cog, they said, had funny ways of getting people.... Alas... Tough luck!
And so some got aboard the Cog! Still more to go....
Day 3: We were all expecting the worst from this Cog...! They surprised most..I got in..suddenly I, who was to head on the next Cog in line, had my plans altered...the mission was to get On board this cog..Anyhow! We tested each others' wits...part of the training...for the D- Day tomorrow...
Day 4: Well...I ll make it short........ It was full of surprises and mixed emotions all around..the final list was announced after a long wait..that seemed like years...I got Aboard this Cog !..well..later on...we began suspecting when things began to smell...but there were no evidences....the day passed.
Day 5: Now, till today, we did feel, something was going on..but we dismissed it as a hallucination cooked up by our sadness and anxiety...but when one of our mates was "shot" in the knee..rendering him helpless and handicapped...and others not even as good as him made it to the Ocean,we knew it..The Cog had some Big Island Pros on board....we tried treading the path that was once overlooked..the path which led to the shadows of the villains...we were now sure of foul play...we were in an Alien Camp..!!
Treachery at its Worst!! Cos some of the Big Islanders also, were made Scapegoats.....!
Day 6: We tried voicing, or at least enquiring....our cries were silenced by our own leader..he said our hands were tied..and that we had walked into a booby trap..for the benefit of a few of our own men..we kept quiet..!! Lies were spread to curtail the few of us who had got to the Ocean...Our mates who were there to help the Cogs, knew what was to be done..they turned the tables and went to the extend of surprising the Devil...thanks to them...some survived..we did celebrate when we bled in silence !! We were clearly the minions now...but we grew stronger! Those who were shot were ready to fight...!!!!
Day 7: Clearly shown on our faces, the anger and despair...they played safe this time around...Though a lame duck...he did fire a bulls eye...now we knew how to take it on..we worked our asses out...it was a Do or Die task at hand...those few of us who stayed till our fellow men got aboard...tried our best to help...
Day 8: We did our best...They couldn't do much than give it to us....those of us who had fallen overboard...made it this time...we celebrated...!!! The Hunted took the role of the Hunter...
Still there remained a bunch of us who couldn't t get aboard a Cog...and those who were brave enough to stay and take it on..are getting aboard.....This way we are still fighting a LOSING battle...for the Benefit of those who will follow us into this BIG ISLAND in the years to come..until..by some twist of fate...we get to bring these Cogs to our end of the Ocean !!!
*P.S: A Cog...is a small sailing vessel!!!
Under the false impression that their wards will be taken care of, they drop them into The Ocean. The Ocean sees all alike, they say. For 3 years they have no reason to believe otherwise.
Then, one fine day, the journey, or the Trip as we call it, to the Biggest Island in the Ocean began.
No doubt, the Island is big and fruitful. Little can it be compared to our own islands. We found only the abundance of greenery, on our first expedition on getting there.
We suspected nothing. Not because we are inferior to the inhabitants of the Big Island, but because of our ignorance.
Well, we had all come to get aboard a *Cog! And we ain’t thoroughbreds...This is how the whole procedure of getting into a Cog went about (or goes..cos this ain’t gonna change in a long time)...We were all let out into the ocean which seemed to be placid and serene. We moved in our respective shoals under the aegis of our leader.
Day 1: Sun was shining brightly. The first Cog that is to take us ashore was coming today. My group were the fortunate/unfortunate ones to take the first dip in the waters..a pass in the preliminary swim is necessary to go out into the vast expanse of the Ocean which is the playground. Well most got through. There were few of us who didn’t make it to the playground.
We were, without doubt, sad! Sad is a mild word to use under the circumstances..but still...My fellow mates who made to the playground, had their wits tested. They had to wait of course, till the next day eve to know whether they were in or not!!! Those of us who didn’t make it...were preparing to get aboard the next Cog in line...
Day 2: Day 2 passed without many happenings till the evening. I began to sense the fluttering of butterflies in ma fellow mates' stomachs...the results..anytime now. Some started pacing up and down..which obviously didn’t help..so they went to enquire...And then they came..most cleared....but few didn t..they looked sad..the Cog, they said, had funny ways of getting people.... Alas... Tough luck!
And so some got aboard the Cog! Still more to go....
Day 3: We were all expecting the worst from this Cog...! They surprised most..I got in..suddenly I, who was to head on the next Cog in line, had my plans altered...the mission was to get On board this cog..Anyhow! We tested each others' wits...part of the training...for the D- Day tomorrow...
Day 4: Well...I ll make it short........ It was full of surprises and mixed emotions all around..the final list was announced after a long wait..that seemed like years...I got Aboard this Cog !..well..later on...we began suspecting when things began to smell...but there were no evidences....the day passed.
Day 5: Now, till today, we did feel, something was going on..but we dismissed it as a hallucination cooked up by our sadness and anxiety...but when one of our mates was "shot" in the knee..rendering him helpless and handicapped...and others not even as good as him made it to the Ocean,we knew it..The Cog had some Big Island Pros on board....we tried treading the path that was once overlooked..the path which led to the shadows of the villains...we were now sure of foul play...we were in an Alien Camp..!!
Treachery at its Worst!! Cos some of the Big Islanders also, were made Scapegoats.....!
Day 6: We tried voicing, or at least enquiring....our cries were silenced by our own leader..he said our hands were tied..and that we had walked into a booby trap..for the benefit of a few of our own men..we kept quiet..!! Lies were spread to curtail the few of us who had got to the Ocean...Our mates who were there to help the Cogs, knew what was to be done..they turned the tables and went to the extend of surprising the Devil...thanks to them...some survived..we did celebrate when we bled in silence !! We were clearly the minions now...but we grew stronger! Those who were shot were ready to fight...!!!!
Day 7: Clearly shown on our faces, the anger and despair...they played safe this time around...Though a lame duck...he did fire a bulls eye...now we knew how to take it on..we worked our asses out...it was a Do or Die task at hand...those few of us who stayed till our fellow men got aboard...tried our best to help...
Day 8: We did our best...They couldn't do much than give it to us....those of us who had fallen overboard...made it this time...we celebrated...!!! The Hunted took the role of the Hunter...
Still there remained a bunch of us who couldn't t get aboard a Cog...and those who were brave enough to stay and take it on..are getting aboard.....This way we are still fighting a LOSING battle...for the Benefit of those who will follow us into this BIG ISLAND in the years to come..until..by some twist of fate...we get to bring these Cogs to our end of the Ocean !!!
*P.S: A Cog...is a small sailing vessel!!!
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