The Blind Man (ii)

"Do you think we should wake this poor man?" There was a dainty voice.

"Let him still. For he has come into our domains." There was another huskier voice.

"Nay. It will be amusing. Consider how Fate himself has wanted the story to be written." A calming voice noted.

"Shhhh, hold thy tongues and keep the name a-bay. The times chime of dark tones. A war, I foresee, trumpets on." Another voice, of worrisome and tiresome, cut the conversation.

The dainty voice spoke, "There will not be any wars. HE will come back soon. HE will help us."

The worrisome and tiresome voice sang, "Cries, cries, cries. Cries of endless tears. Tears don't dry, we are left behind."

"Insin, your truths sometimes leave you peerless." The husky voice lamented. "For though they are the truths, I rather be lied to."

The dainty voice sobbed. "The very last hope that I clung on is now gone. I have lied to myself even. HE will be back. Yet, your truths hurt."

The calming voice smiled, "Yes. Insin always bring us down. Yet, this mortal is here. He might lift our spirit high. Aye?" "Yes, yes." The dainty cheered.

The blind man thought the television was on. It was even better, he dreamt of light and images. He saw 3 men and a lady. They were crowding him. The place he saw was a vast meadow. Of green soft oily grass. Of flowers of all colours. Of sunlight dancing on the shimmering leaves. It was cooling. The gentle breeze lead the grass, leaves and flowers to a coordinated dance. The Dance of Life.

They were all dressed in strange clothes, the blind man thought to himself. There was an elderly man in white robe, and had long silver beard. There was a lady in a dress of many colours. Then there is a man in grey robe with a hood, and in his hand a book. And there was a young, handsome gentleman, of golden locks of hair and of a sturdy body.

The lady shrieked, "He is awake. He is awake." As she frantically waved her hands in front of the blind man. The handsome gentleman smiled, "Thruis, Thruis. Your deeds are scaring him. He is not of us and may react in manner detrimental to himself."

The lady backed away.

The blind man blinked his eyes. He blinked again. There were four of them, he silently thought to himself. He was lying on a green meadow, he silently thought again. In a sudden realisation, the blind man was not blind anymore.

Like most of time, when he dreamt that he could see, he just lay still to let the dream wake itself up. This time was different, he believed. Things were too real. But in dreams, most of times, the Dream Fiddler do play his cruel jokes on mortals.

The handsome gentlemen introduced himself, "Truth be there, Mortal. My name is Kel'drens, Lord, Truth of the Third Era. Have no fear, mortal. We are the Four Truths of the current world." Kel'drens turned to the lady, "She is Thruis, Queen, Truth of the First Era." He then tapped his hands on the shoulders on the husky voiced man, "He is Voldin, Prince, Truth of the Second Era."

"Insin is my name, I have no titles nor fame. I am Insin forever, Truth of the Fourth Era." The worrisome and tiresome voice sang.

Kel'drens led the man, who was no longer blind, up.

The man tried to believe that the sight he saw was real. 3 men and a lady dressed in weird and anachronistic clothings. A meadow? That is absurd. The city he was in was already devoid of any nature. A tree would be a strange sight, what more a meadow. He was dreaming he believed.

Kel'drens soothed his fears, "This is not where you came from. This is only a place where it does not exist in the place where you came from. This place is merely of time and space where things that could exist, exist."

Thruis giggled, "This is the Crossing. We are about to enter into your realm, when we found you lying here."

Voldin questioned, "Why then, a Mortal? He shouldn't be here." Insin was about to sing, but was gagged by Voldin.

The man was speechless. He did try to say something. It was not real. He thought to himself.

Kel'drens read his mind and said, "Truths cannot be perceived by Mortals. Many lies are warped to be truths. Many truths are warped to be lies. What is real. What are the truths. It is not so easy. If the truth do kills, do you still tell the truth?" The Four Truths hung their heads in deep thoughts.

"If truth kills, do you still tell the truth?" The voice roused the man, who wasn't so blind a minute ago. The man realised he was still inside the bar. The cool air reminded him of a truth. He was back into this world.

Another man laughed silently to himself. Once again, he has fooled around with mortals in their dreams. He laughed a fiddler's laughter.

The Blind Man (i)

There was nothing that he thought he cannot do. With his most trusted and loyal adviser by his side, he strode with pride. Like an Emperor in his own kingdom, he created his palace to be as grand as anything the world has seen. If indeed, the peasants he commanded have the eyes to see. Verily, he outlawed "Sights, and all things seeing". Yes. He is a blind man. He is oblivious of the surroundings and kept himself castled in his little kingdom.

The day was dark, but made no difference to the Emperor. The dank alley gave off a queer smell, it did made a difference to the Emperor. He avoided the alley. The proud monarch guided by his adviser took a right turn. It was here that he heard music. Strange, he thought. There shouldn't be such music, his mind nodded in agreement. His adviser prodded and lead him to a door. The seduction was too overbearing to be ignored. The Emperor pushed the door.

"Hi Old Gentlemen. A seat? A drink perhaps?" A loud but warm voice greeted the monarch.

The Emperor bowed. "A seat befitting of my royal status."

The lady laughed. "Yes, your majesty." And promptly pulled the monarch by his hand to a nearby seat. "What would you like to have? Strong? Tonic?"

"A drink befitting of my royal status."

The lady yelled to her behind, "A jar of "Hearth" for this Old Gentlemen." Before turning back, and said, "Ok, your royal highness. I shall leave you to yourself." And she flicked off.

This place was a cosy one. To the rebels of the "Sights, and all things seeing", this is a little bar. The light was soft and faint. The gentle air cooled the leathery seats. The greened iron-signboard told of a long history of this "Forgotten Bar". The dousing whispers lured many to sleep. The drinks, the place and the calmness have all made this a place to forget. If indeed, many wished to forget and be forgotten. The blind man, for once, was sane.

He knew who he was and where he was.

He was a blind man, who has wasted much time struggling with the reality. He wasn't born blind. It was years of living that made him blind. A precious gift, forcefully taken away. As he grew older, he began to stop believing. To give himself up to the world and its hypocritical normalcies and perceptions. It was a world that bound people to its lies and "way of life". It wasn't what national geographic protrayed, the blind man recalled. A world full of miracles. A world that insects can grow in the most amazing place, only to be eaten by others. This world is hell. In his mind, though rusty, God has made his judgment and we are all left behind.

Curses. Left behind. Deaths. Crumpling of the social fabric. These dark thoughts galloped insanely through his head. The blind man wept. He shed a tear that he thought has dried long time ago. Yes, tear never dries, it merely stays hidden.

"We are all blind, there is no need to sigh. No need to feel pity, for its a soul-less city." A woman gently sang.

"Don't bother to open your eyes, truth is something we deny. No need to feel pity, its still a soul-less entity."

The blind man hummed to the tune. To him, it was an awakening moment. For he has been in too deep a slumber. He lifted up the mug of "Hearth", which was presented to him in a mocking regal manner. The lazy atmosphere drew him to sleep.

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Random Heehees & Haahaas

I think my current life is super filled with work that I have more hees & haas coming out from me. This is to neutralize the super acidic and ill-effect of work. I need to work hard at planning for my leisure time. NOT ENOUGH TIME.......

It is very sad to let this most precious commodity to waste away. Indeed. To use what we have and utilize it fully. To roam around and experience whatever is there for us. I don't think I am going lead a life that is defined largely by what others expect. It's their business how they want to live their life and use their time. Study hard, adhere to the social norms, get married, apply for HDB, pay off HDB, work like mad, work like mad, work like mad, worry about kids when they are babies, worry about kids when they are children whether they know how to speak Korean or Spanish, worry about kids when they are teenager, worry about kids when they are adults, and the list goes on.

Verily, each of us has our own set of assumptions, visions and hypothesis. Just that I have a more warped vision and perception about me. 

Verily, a word I love to use, by no means add any value to this sentence, I decided to wait. To wait does not necessarily mean inaction. Through inaction, actions are formed. In many ways, I tried to live with it, yet, the internal struggles between action and inaction, many a times, caused confusions. However, it is these confusions that will coordinate order from which I reference from. 

The best part of Life is that I don't believe that it is scripted. We write it. The pen is in my right hand, because I am a right-handed. -_-|||

Ok. Enough of it. Need to starting writing.