Gandalf: a character ( wizard) from a legendary novel.
he was walking past the useless lake on a breezy autumn day when the gust of wind brought with it the scent of a thousand abandoned garage bags littering the corner of this semi unorganised semi-civilised halli part of a mega city.
his home was about three thousand kilometres away and a dozen hundred dialects removed from where he chose to pursue his 'higher' education.
a term he took literally and to heart.
he was almost always high, if that's what you call being semi awake and always clawing somewhere deep, both mentally and sometimes even physically.
but as soon as the cacophony of a thousand different bad smells hit his soul, he knew the trip was over.
he jolted back to existence from an escalating thought process leading him to the discovery of a new and a better universe.
he took a deep breath and immediately regretted his decision, almost screaming in horror.
and while he was battling a lost battle trying to defeat an invisible and impossible to contain force of population and pollution,
his smoked eyes latched onto a figure emerging from the corner of his smoked eyes.
he suddenly realised where he was. and it wasn't where he thought he was about two seconds ago.
leaf-less and life-less trees stood where he could swear was just an empty slightly orange and red sky a few milli moments ago
the lake had turned from blue to a shade of green or was it still blue ?
he wasn't interested at all, so he just gave up reasoning in mid-process..
what difference does it make ?
but suddenly his mellowed mind realised the threat, and his attitude changed from i-don't-really-give-a-**** to oh-****.
there was something else there too, and he, like a ******* cat- turned around just in time to see what it was,
and the time stood still. he couldn't believe his eyes.
it was gandalf.
**** it. he was sure. ******* gandalf.
with a ******* stick, his beard and that grey whatever. gandalf.
he took a deep breath again. it didn't hurt as bad as before. maybe it was growing on him. he took another breath just to make sure it wasn't. it wasn't.
and as gandalf started becoming bigger and bigger, he could see his mighty white beard dancing in the wind more clearly. he could sense his aura radiating a wonderful positive force that was almost impossible to describe with a ***** eye and with an F in communication skills.
gandalf was finally a stone throw away from the boy. he could throw a stone at him. he could but he wouldn't. no, he thought about it but no. it wouldn't make sense. it was too insane of an idea too. he wasn't yet ready to accept his true human nature that enjoyed the absurdity of violence.
though he was a hard-core stoner. ah irony and puns.
instead he took the more scenic route and almost mumbled " gandalf?! what?!?! "
it took the old white man a second to register but he managed a sudden " gand elf, what?!? "
it wasn't awkward yet. but it was india. so it kinda' was.
the boy almost trained in apologising professionally and profoundly, mumbled " oh, no.. I'm sorry.. I just.. you know.. there's this .. dude.. people do cosplays now.. and I was a little high... ahem.. I mean I was thinking.. I mean I saw.. you.. I mean, I swear you're looking like a ******* gandalf.. I mean gandalf ?!?! "
another gust of wind and they both frowned.
gandalf responded " who .. what the **** is gand elf ?!?!"
the boy " he was supposed to be a dwarf like something.. but he become a wizard and tall, you know .. fought a dragon.. and rode giant birds.. ?!?! "
not gandalf " what the **** are you talking about, what is wrong with you, you're not making any ******* sense and I, I'm .. hey, you see.. just saying, I'm very good at making sense, that all "
the boy " so you like a ******* teacher or a .. scientist?!? "
not gandalf? "ummm.. well you can say that.. something like that "
the boy " what do you mean, for all I know you could be a perverted ******* who also happens to wander the woods doing weird cosplays and killing people. "
not gandalf " the ****, kid ?! jeez.. simmer down.. that TV is insane, you guys ******* love it.. **** man.. I should have stopped that from happening... " and on went the strange man
the boy " wo.. wo.. whoa.. wait, you're talking like you better than us. stopped it ?, you got money to do that ? but you don't look like someone who can pull that kind of strings... I can imagine you more like pulling strings on a broken hand down guitar on some shady corner of an immaculate subway."
strange man not gandalf " well, in a way I am .. I am everything and everyone" he whispered.. a satisfying smile almost breaking out
the boy " the ******* mean ******* ?!? "
this was too much for the old man who was just having a walk and minding his own business
he whispered more angrily his time " oh you punk, you little punk I'll tell you! I'm ******* god, you **** .. yeah, **** it.. I'm not even kidding.. I'm ******* god, yeah!... **** it *****!. "
he took his hand and pointed to the sky and the clouds parted.
the boy couldn't believe his eyes, and almost suddenly the clouds began to form a shape.
he couldn't make it out at first, all he could see was that the old man who claimed to be a god, drawing something in the air.
he looked up and finally realised what it was.
God was drawing a giant duck in the sky.
and as he was staring up in a mixture of disbelief and horror, the old man spoke loudly " that's you.. you sick ****.. it's your little duck. "
old-man-now-god-went on "... I mean it looks like a big duck 'cause you couldn't see it otherwise.. but drawing to ratio... it's your little duck.. and the whole world can see it now.. and they know it's small.. and not as big as it appears because it had to be big enough for everybody to see.. "
the boy was now going insane. anybody would. people just don't turn up, part clouds and draw ducks in the sky.. that doesn't even happen in movies.
the boy went on- a little horrified of what he had just witnessed " what kind of a god are you, I mean... what in the god's name was that ? how did you do it. ?"
God responded with squinty eyes " which part of i-am-a-*******-God did you not understand.. you.. you ****** mortal. "
from the depths of darkness a flicker of light emerged in the boy's mind, and he realised something very important..
the boy " hey, you can't be god, god won't ******* curse! he's god. " screaming cautiously at the stranger...
God had heard petty arguments and had gone through all that phase of people taking some time to turn around and warm up to the idea of the literal god in front of them, he'd been over that all his life.
but this was the single dumbest thing he had ever heard since he made the decision to create the universe in a hurry.
God thought to himself " I should have paid more attention. meh. "
one more thing- the boy went on " why are you a he ? not a she ? I mean if you're a god why be ... I mean an old man with a ****** beard. why not somebody hot, and cool... and with a nice body and a face... slightly better... or maybe much better.. you get the point, right ? I mean.. you're god, right ? "
God just stood there and soaked in his own filth.
the boy went on hysterically " oh my... did you hear my answer even before I said it ? did you ? I mean can you ?... and did you ? or was it you that gave the answer.. 'cuz if you made the universe.. you made me too, right ?. "
God was annoyed. like really annoyed at this point and he blurted out " you think I made you ? you think one fine day I woke up and I thought to myself.. oh! I've created this beautiful but empty place full of darkness and the cold, spectacle of fire dancing in nothingness- breathing life in ***** of all kinds circling around the stars and what not.. and you think I was like 'what am I missing ?'... oh yes, right! I'm missing one ungrateful ******* snake with a little duck. "
the boy stunned " God ?!.. No, **** no! "
god almost curios " why would you say that. why did you even speak , why! "
the boy " my duck .. you know.. ain't that ... small. "
God almost smirking " shut up, *****. "
the boy " oh, yeah.. right you... really know how to abuse your own species. jeez. "
God " I didn't make you ... I ******* dropped my dope in the ocean once and you ******* things came out of it. "
he went on " I thought you'd die on your own but nah.. life's too nasty.. **** and ... you know... it's.. admittedly... quite beautiful. "
time stood still as soon as he said that.
and it was a beautiful moment. both god and the boy trying not to turn red or cry.
" but the sad part is.. " God whispered with the love of a thousand cuddling pandas " you guys found me, I mean... oh my God! that brain thing really worked ... extraordinary! my subordinates tell me ... very expensive.. err... I mean to design... "
the boy " people work for you ? what ?! that's like.. you have a staff ?!.. weird. "
God " *****, i'm ******* god.. I don't have a staff.. I ******* make the staff. and no that's not even an iota of weird.. but you know what's weird ...truly weird, a fact so crazy that it'll blow your mind and give you enough wisdom to tear through the fabric of the world I've made and undiscover all its secrets, science and gossip?! "
the boy was now as curious as a teenage boy in teenage, he replied " what?! tell me.. is it here on earth ?!"
God " yes, it is my child.. indeed it is! such joy!... and it is also right here where we stand. "
the boy's mind went into an overdrive.. maybe this was all his design.. the almighty has come to show him the path.. out of these woods he's lost in.... and also a path of divinity and happiness.. and also he had watched Bruce almighty a dozen times or so... he was ready.
almost in a poetic voice filled with a general sense of elation.. the boy asked god " tell me.. please what is it pleaseeee ? "
the god smiled, in a way only a father smiles to her new born daughter.. knowing she's going to be paid less, has to go through the cycle of being temporary insane every month ( or that's what female's had been telling him .. it doesn't matter.. you a guy.. you see a woman in pain.. you *******... that's 10 hours of her ******* the life out of you. and you still wouldn't be a good listener or attentive according to her even if you give up in the 9th hour.
the boys repeated desperately " what is it! I'd be a good boy but please tell me pleaseeee! "
and the god smiled. he smiled and pointed to him. " that there , that is it.. that **** ******* little duck of yours. "
and immediately burst into a laughter more grandeur than any sound in the world. I mean right after radiohead but whatever.
the boy saw his finger and tried to trace it's path. and almost in a moment.. it was over.
he had lost it- he screamed at the creator " you think you can make fun of me 'cuz you a big guy ? you think you can make fun of me because you're the most powerful thing there is and can literally turn me into 50 hands and no ducks... just living life in pure agony.. " he trailed off looking a bit distant towards the ending..
God " jeez. kid. you don't have to be so dark and imaginative unnecessarily.. see, okay I'm sorry... I hurt your little heart...which by the way I have made and do own the materials to.. and that's why you're alive... basically all of you and everything.. now to think of it.. it does make me a big guy... or more than that... but that's not the point. "
he went on " the point is i should've known better... because you know I made it all. even the concept of being better.. booom! blows your mind ain't it.. chuck it.. and the point is.. I should've known better, so I'm sorry!.. you can tell people I said sorry but they're not 'gonna believe someone like you "
the boy " **** do you mean someone like me?! " back in his form
god " oh you know... someone with a small...... ******* duck !"
and the god fell down laughing hysterically and immediately as soon he said the words..
rolling all over the soft grass and the boy's face.
the boy had enough- he screamed " **** like you can spend two minutes being a human... who's to tell you didn't have a small duck and then just made yourself one big enough " his voice trailing in the wind
god hadn't been spoken like this since the invention of languages.. oh how much he despised languages..a ******* constant annoying noise in his head specially the bengali.. **** them.
God spoke back " oh, so you think being a snake is better than being the almighty ?! "
the boy " I'm not a snake.. I'm a human.. what school did you got to ? "
God " you can be a ******* rock for all I care ... just be nothing.. you know.. instead of being everything.. the idea of it... it's is rather.. you know... so beautiful. "
and at that moment the boy realised that even god wasn't immune to something that he didn't know.
the god " I'll do you a deal, you be two seconds in my place and I'll be two seconds in your place... and then we'll know.. I'll know the fear of being nothing and you can know the escatsy of being everything. deal dawg ?"
the boy " but.. like two seconds .. awful less of a time to enjoy any kind of escatsy "
God " running late, mate. "
the boy " okay okay.. let's do it "
God smiled a bit and immediately a giant light came down from the sky roaring with a thousand thunderstorms...
wind was growing stronger by the second and it was almost impossible to hear anything... or analyse anything for that matter...
God screamed at the boy " it's going to go in your *** and out of your mouth.. and your soul will be passed to mine.. "
the boy screamed back in oh-my-god-that-face horror barely making any coherent sense.
God rolling on the floor laughing
" jeez. I'm kidding you punk.... that face tho.. so woke.. so woke..."
it took some time but he picked himself back up and screamed at the boy " it's going to happen... three..two.. one.. " and boom
the boy felt what can only be described as the best ****** anybody has ever had.
the god felt like what can only be described as the hardest kick to the nuts in the history of universe.
two seconds after... bam! everything stood still.. like nothing had happened.
both stared at each other for a while..
God went first " so, ... ?! "
the boy " yeah. "
God " pretty tense...yeah.. *******.. I mean.. God!.. you guys are awful to be.. it *****.. I gotta' change that thing... you know... about people taking their own life... and going to ****... I get it... I mean.. yeah.. you know... like whatever."
God went on " how was yours. "
the boy " yea.. pretty chill.. ... "
God " that it, boy ?! "
the boy " yeah. .. mostly "
God " hmm.. woke.. woke... so were you clever enough to do something for yourself ? "
the boy " oh..yeah..pretty much.. nice cars and girls.. stuff.. " his voice cracking with a very refined i-don't-give-a-**** attitude
the wind was still now. butterflies were flying between the blooming flowers and singing AC/DC for some reason. it was pleasant.
god snapped his finger once and said " so.. yeah i should go now... apparently somebody's supposed to take a picture of me in the sky.. gotta flex up.. chow~ "
God snapped his finger a second time and lo behold! like that he was gone ****!...
the boy stood still for a moment longer. he smiled and walked away.
(4 days later...)
god was in the alps...looking out of the large window wondering how dreadful it is to be human..
and as he was crawling in and out of different dimensions he smelt something. something interesting.
it was alcohol. ( he's god so it's very easy for him to figure out such little things.)
so he went over the fancy bar and poured himself some *****.. " ah potatoes.. at least they turned out to be just right.." he thought out loud.
and then he proceeded to drink himself to death.. countless times. 'cuz he could do that. he was god.
over and over again. glass being neither full or half or even ******* empty.
drink after drink. and soon late enough he went into a deep slumber because of course god loves a good sleep. who doesn't ?
he slept through the entire life span of many insects and until the breaking dawn.
the first rays of the sun hit the mighty alps as well as the face of this almighty being on a white bed in a red hotel by a blue lake who had forgotten you do your own curtains in the human world.
his first thought was to destroy the sun- it took a lot to not lift his finger.
slowly but surely he regained his infinitum consciousness, and got in touch with the multi dimensional universes sprawling all over every second in past and future simultaneously... but **** that 'cuz the head ache oh! so painful.. almost made him forgot he could just not want it and it won't happen.
God did not enjoy most human banalities.. but he did enjoy a rather a peculiar one...even more than drinking and kissing death. the one of peeing.
and he had to ***. bad.
God, with a hint of a smile lifted his finger and boom he was right by- where the deed is done in a civilised community. he imagined what would people think if they came to know why he's always more often than not a 'he' than a 'she'.
he was in his stark boxers, standing almost ***** with a smile on his face enjoying the rush.
pink floyd started playing out of the thin air. an autumn's calm spread through the veins of this sudden universe. I kid you not, shahrukh khan was there with his arms wide open.
slowly the god began the almost holy ritual.
pull down the garment. admire. take it out. admire. do the deed, keep admiring. put it back. sigh. very well organised and neat.
so god took a deep breath, looked at the alps one more time, looked down with a smile on his face, and slowly pulled down the garment... his consciousness in a rush.
and then god screamed. there was a duck.
I don't think it's your average run of the mill tale. there should be more than what's meeting the eye usually.