December 10, 2011


The compartment was packed.


Full of suit clad, gadget loving, bespectacled Educated class. These were the men and women of character, or synonymously, the ones with the money. Those who walked the talk, thought out of the box and were always on the same page. These were the people that had kept the dream of a Utopian world alive-the Dream Merchants. Simply put, they were the ones with the greener grass on their side; Always. They were lost in their own world.

Pleasing. Beautiful. Cultured. Powerful. Sharp.

He was a misfit; an Anomaly, if you will. Despite being an octogenarian, he was oblivious to the pace of this world, or at least he was made to believe so. He was everything that could be wrong. He was the tragedy that though never happened, yet was remembered by all. He was the reason for disruption of world peace, recession and most of all, global warming. No one knew exactly why they hated him but he definitely was the biggest nemesis.

Too slow. Too old. Too weak. Disturbing. Unkempt. Smelly.

His very presence in the compartment was enough to invite stares. He was unwanted and uninvited despite being a law abiding ticket holder.

He looked around in anticipation of a vacant seat. There were a few, but they were swiftly taken by the expensive backpacks and coats. The whole compartment worked in perfect harmony to deny him a seat. Once again, humiliated by his own destiny, he looked down, dejected.

“Sir! Come, you can sit here”-someone called in a loud rustic voice

Suddenly his eyes saw someone who looked awfully similar- another Misfit, albeit younger, who somehow had managed to infiltrate the aristocrat class, and was sitting. His neediness found an unexpected reassured look. Although, he got some stern looks, he ignored. He too was lost in his own world.

He gathered his belongings to get up.

It’s only when he pulled out crutches from under his seat that a sizeable number of eyes dropped in shame.

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  1. The uncomfortable truth of a fast life expressed in words ...

  2. misfit... nice of you to come up with such a post...

  3. Ohkay. . Phew! This was fast, really pacy, small yet seemed so complete. Trust me you can build this into a big big story, the way you started it. Reminded me slightly of Ayn Rand. I loved it, written so simply and effectively. Thumbs up!

  4. A standing ovation for this post. Both for the idea and narration.

    Thanks for such a great piece of literature.

  5. In this mad rush there are things we'd rather not see or hear...

    Poignant, sharp...loved it.

  6. When I started reading it, I felt like steering thru the post and jump to the ending asap!
    You have such a grip on writing, thatI could feel the restlessness in me, as I read the sentences!
    You should write more. May be publish it too..

  7. Brilliantly done. It's such a pity that we rarely tend to notice others and how they feel.


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