THE NIGHT BEFORE ...
When I woke up, I was happy and excited. It seemed the white walled room seemed to radiate my happiness. Was it looking whiter than before?
Is today the day of my release? Freedom, at last? I don’t know.
I was promised of Jannat many many years ago. The time has come now, I believe.
I was saying F .. R .. E.. E .. D.. O.. M, letter by letter. It tasted sweet in the throat.
I laughed.. I was saying FREEDOM, FREEDOM, FREEDOM.. It sounded silly.. I was laughing my a** off.
Is it the day of freedom? I don't know. Rather I don't care....
You think I am showing an attitude?? I care a damn. That is the way I am. You should have seen me during my youth. I would have cussed you enough to pull puss out of your ears.
Hey! Hang on. Who are you?
Do I know you? Sorry, I did not register your name, if you had said.
What did you say?
I have a hearing problem. Am getting old nah?
Are you asking how old I am..
I don't know.. I don't count.
I am very old, too old to count.. I forget what I was counting half way.
Rarely do I get the dreams of my youth - Happy and unhappy days in Punjab, as a distant dream.. A fading dream..
There is that one night, i want to forget. Perhaps I would have forgotten but that keeps recurring as a dream. I strongly believe that the night itself was only a dream.
I keep hearing the voices - Few young voices I did not remember hearing during that night, but they always appear in the dream.. trembling voices, shrill and begging for life.
Who am I to amend the dream ..
Who am I? Ah! Did I did not tell you?
Who WAS I? I don't remember. When I remember I will tell you. I promise. Just remind me but.
How long am i like this? I guess for few centuries, caught in this hole.
Going nowhere,At times, I get waves of restless. You know what? These days, I don’t even think about anything.
I have been drained off all the thoughts, into a timeless space abyss.
I am sorry. I guess it is getting late for you. I need to pack up. I gotta go. After life awaits...
What were we talking about? Ah! Packing? Say it again.
I have nothing to pack. This country has taken everything out of me. Every thing, that could change. That could be given / taken away. Youth, energy, thoughts, willpower, everything, even my name…
In fact, I don't need a name here. I don't need it any more.
I have a hope of escaping the big pause button in this life, pressed by an invisible hand.
I only have hope! After everything is gone…
The hope shining bright and giving faith... After life, whatever be it is going to be better.
Thanks for the patience listening. I have been called out. Time to wind up.
Sorry! Sorry! I did not tell my name.
They called me "Mohammed Ajmal Ameer Kasab" here.
When I woke up, I was happy and excited. It seemed the white walled room seemed to radiate my happiness. Was it looking whiter than before?
Is today the day of my release? Freedom, at last? I don’t know.
I was promised of Jannat many many years ago. The time has come now, I believe.
I was saying F .. R .. E.. E .. D.. O.. M, letter by letter. It tasted sweet in the throat.
I laughed.. I was saying FREEDOM, FREEDOM, FREEDOM.. It sounded silly.. I was laughing my a** off.
Is it the day of freedom? I don't know. Rather I don't care....
You think I am showing an attitude?? I care a damn. That is the way I am. You should have seen me during my youth. I would have cussed you enough to pull puss out of your ears.
Hey! Hang on. Who are you?
Do I know you? Sorry, I did not register your name, if you had said.
What did you say?
I have a hearing problem. Am getting old nah?
Are you asking how old I am..
I don't know.. I don't count.
I am very old, too old to count.. I forget what I was counting half way.
Rarely do I get the dreams of my youth - Happy and unhappy days in Punjab, as a distant dream.. A fading dream..
There is that one night, i want to forget. Perhaps I would have forgotten but that keeps recurring as a dream. I strongly believe that the night itself was only a dream.
Who am I to amend the dream ..
Who am I? Ah! Did I did not tell you?
Who WAS I? I don't remember. When I remember I will tell you. I promise. Just remind me but.
How long am i like this? I guess for few centuries, caught in this hole.
Going nowhere,At times, I get waves of restless. You know what? These days, I don’t even think about anything.
I have been drained off all the thoughts, into a timeless space abyss.
I am sorry. I guess it is getting late for you. I need to pack up. I gotta go. After life awaits...
What were we talking about? Ah! Packing? Say it again.
I have nothing to pack. This country has taken everything out of me. Every thing, that could change. That could be given / taken away. Youth, energy, thoughts, willpower, everything, even my name…
In fact, I don't need a name here. I don't need it any more.
I have a hope of escaping the big pause button in this life, pressed by an invisible hand.
I only have hope! After everything is gone…
The hope shining bright and giving faith... After life, whatever be it is going to be better.
Thanks for the patience listening. I have been called out. Time to wind up.
Sorry! Sorry! I did not tell my name.
They called me "Mohammed Ajmal Ameer Kasab" here.
