The End

This work blends a mind of a office goer who is trying to find the meaning of life through a words of a mystic whom he encounters. How mystic defines the world is important to him. The character is tired with routine, corporate life and wants to end his story.

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On a very own sustainable ego. Pal had grown subtly inept to his behaviors. He led a capital life blended with corporate world and media, of the homely shaped colony. He had charities to attend and all the glamour of the ball parties and social grimace consoled him. He hated them. His self of the individual hood was always jointed with the obligations which he shared on his desk or at the boss’s office. During presentations and conferences he was obliged to be brought at the centre of the stage. Only to find an excuse in the vulnerable environment he faltered from day to day exhortation of the service. He was in a service and that was the only prolonged satisfaction that he got. It was in obligation of the corporate world that he laughed and smiled. It was all very fragile. Just like the homely shaped colony. “You can do anything and be anything in this world, you can do anything you like” said the old mystic to Pal. Therefore, he was there in everything that he could become. Nothing compelled him to not be himself. He was always himself regardless of what people said. He had become one of his kinds.

On a busy day one morning when Pal thought of going to the market he was acquainted with a mystical persona. That person had long while left family life and his household dwells somewhere else now and resides a far. Mystic, he had become. He was beyond this world. How could he know about the world when he doesn’t have to run a livelihood thought Pal? Pal was sometimes curious and anxious enough to think that animals and old aged ones did not have to attend a job. They were free to roam around and do nothing. People, who cooked years and years in the houses, did not need any job. They already had it. Perhaps, Pal was so overwhelmed with the question of mystic beholding affairs of the world.

Pal had only few answers which he used for his day to day affairs. On a bus ride he would ask the driver to stop on a particular road or gully. Actually, the driver always knew Pal due to his frequent travels in the same route. The difference between the mystic and himself is what he realized when he knew that to become a mystic one had to renounce what one has had possessed to his/her credit. Have no grudges with life or no mysteries in life cooking on the other side of the story. May be renouncing what one had is attaining a mystic state of mind. Pal knew that the mystic could answer every questions raised by the world. But, he wouldn’t answer in terms of the world. There would be no world in some of his answers. The mystic did not answer for the world to solve every issue. He ignored some aspects of the worldly answers. There is no inspection into that further by the great mystic. Pal had also believed in the mysterious recognition of myth. The aims of such work were to console and grip the belief of invulnerability. Those who were consoled by day to day affairs did not seek god or Supreme Being. Pal felt out of this world when he couldn’t connect the dots. Just then he would realize that he had seen the mystic through his eyes and the mystic was like him, unlike his appearances. The mystic looked like him. He looked so worldly to Pal that the world he inhibited was very lethal and observant. For the dying ones, the world existed in death and for the alive, in life of day to day reality. The world was not seized by the mystic in some way. He also lived there and tried to decipher. Others are not prone to mysticism. It is also stepping beyond this world. For Pal he was in this world, in terms of business, money, employment, prices of the goods and also love. “Another being is required for love”, said Pal. “Being, like my being” he used to say on his lunch hour to the staff of corporate house where Pal worked. He dealt with media and advertising clients. His job was to decipher too. However, unlike the mystic and the ‘ism’ Pal was perplexed with his job technologically. Technically, he did what he could and thought he existed for others in that sense. But, they only appreciated the ends and not the process. His labor was not seen in designing cards for his clients. His research of the market was not compared to his ability to perceive and know the society. Pal also did calculations. And only importance was the end of the work waiting to be completed and done. So, Pal has moved to the end now. He wanted his story to become an end. Unlike many other ending, Pal wanted me to end the story. I being the narrator and narrating an end. What happened to Pal will be a question to public appraisals. Pal suffocates with the idea of the social. Showing a politically correct but, politically flawed aspect of the story I repose to solitude. I want the character to become unsocial and in mere terms a psychopath who has been turned into one by the society. When his ends did not meet he became an end product of the society. So, Pal wanted to end his story. I end it with his character. His self is under the disguise and hence an end is on par with the character. May be he should relocate himself and reside with his new self and new identity, and live another life with it. But, it would be a same thing for another life, with other rules and again another end but, the character, same.

By Sushant Thapa

From: Nepal

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