They all were angry; they all were upset at the things taking shape the way they were. There was an air of dissent, jingoistic voices reverberating in every direction. Everyone was ready to do everything that would be needed to done to make their voices heard, their woes, their cry against dictatorship being forced on them. Their prays or preys.
They criticized in the harshest of the words available in the dictionary of any language of the world. The whole bunch felt the same and swayed in the same wave of belligerent overtones. Even the pusillanimous found new surge of that long evading power, potency to stand their cause, not matter how trivial how noteworthy it might be. It seemed as though they were bonded in a new relationship. The homogeneity would have baffled a lot many physicists and others of sorts. The undercurrent of disapproval, frustration and oppression.
All but one; the mole. The traitor of the group who made the Lord know of every thing the protesters would do to make the Lord take note of their dismal state. Everybody had stood by this man for every reason they had. Everybody saw in him their friend, their representative. The traitor made sure his life was as good as one on cloud number 9. Now the lot wished he life be as bad as one in the hell. Though not many still knew of the black sheep, but some did. And they despised him like some thing, which can be worse than the worst. The crowd didn’t know whom to believe. The naïve crowd.
The gale became a storm and transformed into a tempest. An upheaval of sorts never witnessed by anybody. One, which would engulf under its ambit everything that is mortal. One, which would burn down everything it puts its eyes upon. The traitor disappeared, transformed into a sympathizer.
The crowd shouted amongst themselves about what has happened to them, what will happen, what could be done, what could not be done and what not. Everybody took his time to say how much let down he felt, everybody took opportunity to nail the Lord.
But all was lost. None had the courage to go to the Lord and tell their woes. None had the courage to tell the Lord, his elephant is dead. None had the courage to blow the whistle. The mavericks of the crowd buckled under the pressure of the unknown future of the unknown that would unfurl their way. The cause was lost there was nobody to represent them.
They couldn’t find anybody to make bait of him, a scapegoat. One who would voluntarily come in front and say “I’m ready to get nailed, prosecuted, beheaded for you. You the dumb ones.
Friday, May 28, 2004
The naïve caitiff crowd... The Lost cause...
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7 comments:
Are u sitting before a mirror?
Lots of people to congratulate the writer, when the day comes I doubt any support! Something tells me D Day is near - Wish all of us could just be friends and the storm leaves us all unharmed!
By god dil khol ke likha hai tune.......frm the deepest regions off u'r hrt!!
Some bloggers, I feel, write to practice their vocabulary and not to express thoughts. Such heavy duty words stand out so much that they drag the attention of the reader away from what the writer wants to say (Thats assuming that he has something concrete to say at all). Such practice comes at the cost of lucidity of expression.
I strongly feel in the name of literature(read blogging) some writers take liberties to circumlocute and not get to the point straight.
There is no lower limit to the number of words you can put in the article. Please keep that in mind.
Beauty of the language and its usage is appreciated in counjunction with the idea it conveys.
Its like Miss Mozambique with a lot of make up. People usually frown and say "Hey! look at her she is wearing a lot of make up". For somebody like Aishwarya Rai its like "That diamond necklace looks beautiful on her". Hope you get the point if not well its just an opinion.
Hey Anonymous,
Agreed to what you said. But I write my blog neither to show off nor wanting you to read. I write beacuse I want to. Period.
And as far as the vocab is concerned, I don't think there were _heavy _duty words in it. If you find them then try to improve the levels at which you classify words as _heavy _duty.
My argument was not to help you restore your confidence in english vocabulary. But while you write, dont let the connotation of the word take a backseat, otherwise oddness creeps in the expression.
"The traitor made sure his life was as good as one on cloud number 9". -- WOW GR88 one isn't it ? Don you think through these unncessary digressions and intended display of your "elite english" you break the thought process of the reader who is trying to relate to the idea you want to put forth.
And you think I need to raise my levels :) to on the contrary your usage of the word "caitiff" in place of "gutless" really makes me laugh. See you cannot use a word or a phrase simply bacause you know it. It should fit in. It may not not be mundane but it still should fit in isn't it ? Picking and using a random synonym from a thesaurus will never give you command over the language. Read and understand the context in which a word should be used or is generally used.
Injecting more uncommon words and flowery language has to come naturally not as a concious effort. An article should look like an article not like a garden of cauliflowers.
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