I was distressed and perplexed. Few people were rushing towards the green light or may be it was blue, peacock blue. It had shades of purple as well. Another set of people were flowing like a sea, towards another beam of light. This color was different but incomprehensible, it appeared grayish and next instant it appeared glowing with hues of silver. This was reminiscent of the northern lights in the upper hemisphere.
The movement of people was all random. I could hear a load sound, similar to thumping of drums. I needed to know, where I was heading to. My eyes were searching for the golden gate surrounded with fluffy clouds and an old figure in a white gown. The questions were all in my mind. I always wanted to ask HIM that why would he get an innocent being in this world; mentally retarded or handicapped or inflicted with disease? But today, the numero uno question in my mind was, why did HE decide to wipe out the entire human race in one go?” Is this the end of three million years of our existence? Or were there any survivors still; some colonies of fortunate people who were entrusted the responsibility of creating a new generation, the seeds of the future. The future which we all ill-fated beings would not witness; we all would just end as a layer of fossils.
I was trying to figure out the pattern but failed to map the relation between the light and the motion of people. The sound intensity increased and was near to deafening. The chaos brought intense fear in me, was I in the dreaded place which everybody feared to be in? My heart beats increased rapidly and the fear kept my feet numb.
As I glanced closely at the people, I could see a lot of marks on their naked skin. Some looked like cave drawings. The only comprehensible image appeared like some ancient numbering system. I quickly concluded that they could be the count of their good deeds or signs of their wrongdoings, but would it be that easy? The entire life plotted on the surface area of the skin. One person had a bright mark on the back of his head. Another had a similar mark. I rambled fast through my mind, “Yes! It was the scar from the HEC: the human embedded chip (popularly known as ‘heck’). These were the people who against all the oppositions and protest decided to get the HEC implanted; the so called prophecy, the mark of the beast. I could not see any markings on my skin. I tried locating people who did not have any markings but failed to find one. I started feeling tensed about it. Why was I singled out again? The world was not enough that out here as well, I was in minority. I realized stress and worries accompanied me all the way here. And out there folks visited yoga camps and spiritual spas which guarantee stress free existence. Stress and worry were peculiar of the homo-sapiens, an alarming system of the illusionary hazard ahead. With this stress, I could not hold myself at one place and decided to cruise along with the crowd. “Wasn't there any administrative staff to guide the masses?” I spoke loudly, but felt like I failed to register the sound in any of the folks walking with me? I screamed, any signs or symbols? Was it the sound of drums that they could not hear my voice, or maybe they were ignoring me? I stopped a fellow being but I could not touch him. I shouted at him but he did not move; that meant he could not hear me as well. I realized that off course even I could not hear anybody except the drums. Now, I was scared. My screams could only be heard by myself. I felt helpless but that was not accompanied by a feeling of grief, the feeling was very different from anything which I had ever felt earlier.
The confusion of directions faded away. I confidently started walking in a direction, as if this was the right way, totally unaware how this realization suddenly stuck me. The sound of the drums now was softer. My eyes felt moist. As I rubbed and blinked my eyes, the images around me started getting blurred. I slowed down, but then an inner voice asked me to keep going. I started to worry as suddenly everything around me blanked, but the soothing sounds in my ears relaxed me. The music started getting softer and hummable. I got a feeling of weightlessness. I was no longer walking and felt like being swayed away with the hush of wind. I felt like a child in cradle and a realization of a LIFE well spent.
The movement of people was all random. I could hear a load sound, similar to thumping of drums. I needed to know, where I was heading to. My eyes were searching for the golden gate surrounded with fluffy clouds and an old figure in a white gown. The questions were all in my mind. I always wanted to ask HIM that why would he get an innocent being in this world; mentally retarded or handicapped or inflicted with disease? But today, the numero uno question in my mind was, why did HE decide to wipe out the entire human race in one go?” Is this the end of three million years of our existence? Or were there any survivors still; some colonies of fortunate people who were entrusted the responsibility of creating a new generation, the seeds of the future. The future which we all ill-fated beings would not witness; we all would just end as a layer of fossils.
I was trying to figure out the pattern but failed to map the relation between the light and the motion of people. The sound intensity increased and was near to deafening. The chaos brought intense fear in me, was I in the dreaded place which everybody feared to be in? My heart beats increased rapidly and the fear kept my feet numb.
As I glanced closely at the people, I could see a lot of marks on their naked skin. Some looked like cave drawings. The only comprehensible image appeared like some ancient numbering system. I quickly concluded that they could be the count of their good deeds or signs of their wrongdoings, but would it be that easy? The entire life plotted on the surface area of the skin. One person had a bright mark on the back of his head. Another had a similar mark. I rambled fast through my mind, “Yes! It was the scar from the HEC: the human embedded chip (popularly known as ‘heck’). These were the people who against all the oppositions and protest decided to get the HEC implanted; the so called prophecy, the mark of the beast. I could not see any markings on my skin. I tried locating people who did not have any markings but failed to find one. I started feeling tensed about it. Why was I singled out again? The world was not enough that out here as well, I was in minority. I realized stress and worries accompanied me all the way here. And out there folks visited yoga camps and spiritual spas which guarantee stress free existence. Stress and worry were peculiar of the homo-sapiens, an alarming system of the illusionary hazard ahead. With this stress, I could not hold myself at one place and decided to cruise along with the crowd. “Wasn't there any administrative staff to guide the masses?” I spoke loudly, but felt like I failed to register the sound in any of the folks walking with me? I screamed, any signs or symbols? Was it the sound of drums that they could not hear my voice, or maybe they were ignoring me? I stopped a fellow being but I could not touch him. I shouted at him but he did not move; that meant he could not hear me as well. I realized that off course even I could not hear anybody except the drums. Now, I was scared. My screams could only be heard by myself. I felt helpless but that was not accompanied by a feeling of grief, the feeling was very different from anything which I had ever felt earlier.
The confusion of directions faded away. I confidently started walking in a direction, as if this was the right way, totally unaware how this realization suddenly stuck me. The sound of the drums now was softer. My eyes felt moist. As I rubbed and blinked my eyes, the images around me started getting blurred. I slowed down, but then an inner voice asked me to keep going. I started to worry as suddenly everything around me blanked, but the soothing sounds in my ears relaxed me. The music started getting softer and hummable. I got a feeling of weightlessness. I was no longer walking and felt like being swayed away with the hush of wind. I felt like a child in cradle and a realization of a LIFE well spent.
