The Room

Rudely woken up, I found myself in a dingy room filled with about sixty people. Fellow beings being tormented by the same people for the same reasons I was. Trapped in this kind of an environment, humans are adapted to switch to survival mode, in this case, trying to go through it with least of a lasting impact. The mind shuts itself down; it desperately tries not to store memories of pain. The strain kills us, as we try to make sense of what is being tossed around in an effort to make us grasp intangible abstractions, which in the end, we realise, has nothing to do with helping us go through with it and that is the point when it finally dawns upon us that it is in vain that we try to fight it. But then, fight we do, for the mind is trained that way. There stood a gentleman who was, apparently, the reason we were in this situation. If words could kill, we were dying, every moment we spent in that room was agony. The man, in some twisted frame of mind, seemed to enjoy it, savouring the moments, preserving them, cherishing them, a sadist. He did it for a living. He tried to drive home a point, establish his superiority in the field. The battle was fought on for some more time, a few minutes seemed like eons to us and our perseverance and endurance finally payed off. Some of us were better warriors in this war against tyranny, and they lead us on to collide with the very man answerable to our predicament. This exposes his vulnerability, so much so that he almost caves in, giving in to us, bleeding his weaknesses out. The wheel of time turns round, the slaves become the masters of the battle, victory is near. But then, that doesn’t continue for long, there is a schedule to keep, it becomes someone else’s turn to eat us alive, from the inside, our enemy changed by the greatest nemesis of all, time. By how much ever the wheel turned, it goes back to square one. We, once again, become the underdogs, when someone else does what he did, for you see, one class was over, it is something else now and we’re yet to figure it out.