Thursday, August 23, 2007

Rose Coloured Glasses

Long ago in one of the many planets revolving around one of the myriad stars in the universe, lived a boy who we will call Optimus Maximus.

As far as he could remember he had a pair of spectacles screwed to this skull. Even though he knew that he looked grotesque, he was very proud of his gift. He felt that his parents whom he had never seen, must have gifted him the spectacles which no one else in his city had for some special reason.At the place where he stayed, his looks made him have little or no friendship and he buried himself in whatever books he could find.

When he grew up, the spectacles which were very big to begin with, made him look cute in some weird way. This did nothing to improve his social skills and he spent his entire day repairing an old broken down craft in the forest not far from where he stayed. Four years he toiled, trying one thing and another and then finally he succeeded in making the craft work. He decided to bid goodbye to the world on the night he turned 21, which was only a few weeks away. He had always wondered how the people at the place where he stayed knew his birthday, but he had come to accept it.

The much awaited night came and the craft which he had named Millenium Falcon based on something he had read took off from the planet. He travelled for a few weeks before he landed on another planet.

In this planet, he saw people wearing all kinds of spectacles and some people even had spectacles which could be removed and whose colour could be changed.

Optimus was found dead with his spectacles broken and wrist slashed the next day.

3 comments:

SpankMac said...

vetti fellow :)

newsletter fight!

but good, short piece.

though the thought of having a pair of spectacles screwed to your skull seems a bit painful.

shouldn't he have been happier now that he had more company? and another chance to try out his social skills? (i'm also vetti)

Vijay Shankar said...

Oba vetti.

Not fight for newsletter and all. That will have to be trippy stuff. This is light years away from that.

The story was intended with something else in mind. Not really about his social skills. I thought it was obvious.

it's baille said...

i could decipher most of it, but the ending. Four years in forest sounds fair. Are you trying convey that we are frogs in well not knowing much about the outside world..anyhow nice read, you should write more often i say