Another Brick In The Wall

Emmet was just another boy. Just another boy. Just another boy who lived by the society. Just another boy who wanted to be a rocket scientist when he grew up. Just another boy who anted to be rich and famous when he grew up. Just another boy who knew “A” stood for Apple, and “B” for Ball. Emmet was just another ordinary regular happy sociable boy.

Emmet was an ordinary boy, only he was NOT. He was anything but normal from the inside. Emmet had something seething inside him. Born in the arms of imaginary friends, this thing inside was everything that Emmet was not. Not to everyone else. On the exterior he was a sociable, cheerful, adaptive human being who morphed into what was expected at the time. He slipped into each role well, almost inconspicuous. Even he did not know the surge of the emotional cauldron that was brewing inside him. Over the years, due to his “attitude”, he had learnt to absorb all the emotions that came his way, he had virtually become an emotional dump. Alls well that ends well is what he lived by. As long as this behaviour got everyone the desired results and kept him out of any emotional mess by attachment with others, he was just as satisfied as the others.

But strong is the power of emotions unheeded. They can bounce back, when given a window of opportunity! But he never let it slip. The grip was always on. But soon he was to find out that the word exasperation is not just something that looks good in the dictionary. It gives a vent. Everyone is a carrier of emotions and everyone has a capacity. Over years of hardening and carrying, providing no relief to his storage, he went over the same old song and dance for years. The brew inside him was getting nasty, finding no escape, it was eating away inside. Emmet never paid attention to it. He was too busy with what others cared for. He would only reveal what he wanted them to see. He thought he was happy. One can only survive so long by acting an ostrich. Hide your face in the ground all you want, life catches up with you at some point!

There were times, people who made him doubt his attitude of being a societal slave. People who trampled him and his emotions. People who very casually ruined his faith. But he would never give in. He found it hard to come face to face with the reality, the ugly part of human character. He loved his ideal world too much to let go of it. All he wanted was to fit in. Its not like that was his dream, but to achieve anything in the world, you have to FIT IN.

It was illogical, that people always have to be a part of something larger to be reckoned. Though many historical greats have been attributed as the sole-reason for some success, its clear they were nothing with the huge support they gathered by, once again, PLAYING WITH THE PEOPLES MIND! Support is garnered only when you can convey to people how your actions are going to help THEM. None supported the radicals. Their ideas were just TOO out-of-normal-order. Accepting that would only mean that they had to contradict themselves. And however rich the idea, it would be crucified. Galileo, Newton and Einstein are a few of the names that come to my very troubled mind. Society has changed over the years, but how many times has it changed accepting and owing to a very radical thought?? I’m not answering that. Its a clear answer.

Emmet was not much of a thinker. Not lately, that is. Not after he had shut down anything that required the co-ordination of brain and heart. He had learnt from experiences that those two never go together, and if they do… Requiescat de pace are the only words that would bring you any peace, thereon.

Emmet survived all the emotional barrages. He never showed any signs of being perturbed or disturbed. But as i said before, sometimes when nothing happens, life happens. Living on raw emotion is not an option that life offers. As things stood, life caught up with Emmet. And he went silent. This was new to him. It was like a long lost companion. A skeleton, that he dug in somewhere deep, tumbled out of his closet. As the emotions gurgled up with uncontrollable vigour, he went from one mood to another. No vent in sight, he vented on himself. A couple of bruised knuckles and red eyes later, nothing had changed. All the world that he had helped cope with their minor outages, turned upon him. But he had never lived under the burden of expectations. If you never expect, you never have to cope with regret. But this condition called for someone to fall back on.

Emmet was not lonely, he had an alter-ego. Or so he thought. Because when the time came, when the final cloud of impending feelings rained in upon him, his alter-ego only proved another dead-end. Emmet felt true regret for the first time in a long long time.

*This is not the end, Emmet is not fiction. He is a part of everyone. In some, he is very irrelevant. But in some, he manifests the identity of that person. This is not the end, you script the end. You are responsible for finishing this off. But Emmet never expects, so its all cool even if you ignore the Emmet inside you.*