Part - 1 "Memoirs"

People claim story telling is an art and art can acquire both forms, physical and mystical. You can either see a story or you can feel it. A story runs through your mind fast paced and uncontrolled, it leaves the screeching marks of its burning tires on your thoughts. The superlative method of telling a story is the basic non disturbed reason behind my existence. I am the physical form of this varied art, I am a story. I am here; ready to present my unbiased thoughts without the aid of a story teller.

Please don’t be baffled. I have nothing against story tellers. But more often than not their perceptions and emotions get intermingled with my life. Very often the truth is twisted or misrepresented for the sake of appeasing/revenging someone. I didn’t want this to happen with me. I have lived a full life and when the time came to present my roots to you, I wanted to be unbiased and true.

People tell stories because they want to share a piece of their mind, their thoughts and perceptions. Sometimes they string figments of their imagination and ideologies together and produce me, a story. At times I am merely concocted to race through a steady and slow time period, to pass the time as they say. But never does anyone share a story which is not supposed to be shared. I am one of those stories; I was never supposed to be told, my birth came with a promise between two best friends that I will never be shared. I am not magnificent as a beautiful painting, nor am I subtle enough to be a pianist’s finest piece of work, I am not even in sync with everything that is good with the world, I am not obnoxiously funny or reservedly sad, I am not worried if at the end you shut down your computer and abuse me for sharing my life with you, I am free, unique, perception less and true. Yes! I am a true story.

Every story has characters that plot and play merrily to complete its survival. I have characters too but they are not living. For years story tellers have competed with each other to provide beautiful characters that breathe, can talk, can perceive or imagine, I am a story and I am completely against the idea. For me the characters that drive a story never breathe or think on the contrary they have to be unbiased and true. Hence my characters are emotions, vices and thoughts and how they over lap from time to time.

My characters would be embodied in souls who would be human but I won’t be divulging their names. I would never like them to know that I told my life and the reason behind its presence to you. They won’t like it. Chances are you already know the two best friends who are a part of my story; chances are you could be one of them. In any case, I never reveal the names hence identities are not been tampered with.

Now that our formal introduction is done, I would like to begin with my life history. You should know that I am not very fast paced but neither am I slow and lethargic. I would need a bit of your time and a handful of imagination to feel my life and things that happened in it. And do not forget, I was never supposed to be told in the first place, I am a true story and my life is a secret now you and I are about to share. I shall be back though , marking the end of my life with an ease with which I started our conversation.