The Waffle Iron

Gah-wind's Story (A Sequel)

Prologue:
Revenge, they say, is a double-edged sword. But strangely
enough, mine only has a carved, blunted edge of the hilt strongly fitted at one end and a poisoned, piercing point at the other. The hilt is safely still in my hand, while the blade is ready to impale the adversary. THIS however, is NOT what I need to give a curious bystander for an introduction. This post stands as a testament to the glory of LOVE (especially, to that witnessed in this author's previous work: "Love Story"), and hence, to honour the convention that Erich Segal fulfilled after his schmaltzy novel, with an even greater tear-jerker.. titled 'Oliver's Story'.. and in memory of Oliver Barrett, I have been commissioned with this mammoth task of recording the fate that awaited our noble man, Gah-wind. (However much I hate reading Prologues and more often, Forewords, I've HAD to write one this time. Forewords are baneful, because:

1. They take the joy out of reading by narrating circumstances in the story BEFORE you can even tread on it
2. Sometimes, they make you realise that the person who wrote the Foreword might have been a better writer than the one who's reeled out the muck that you got into later; AFTER you buy the book -- Believe me, I felt that way about five years ago after reading Jane Austen's "Sanditon"

I wouldn't want to do the first, and the second is an impossibility, cuz, I will finish this story, unless my thoughts freeze by some macabre freak of fortune [or rather, misfortune]. And hence, without much ado, I shall begin on this fascinating story.)

The story so far:
The rakish Gah-wind and the 'pretty' Pretty-V spent several months
together, simpering at each other by day, and sighing in solitude by the moonlight. There were those, to whom this powerful union deified THAT abstract emotion that very few have had oppurtunity to experience; and there were those, to whom the sight of unlikely duo inspired.. errr...transpired, or maybe: induced a terrible nausea that heightened every time their clammy palms met. Alas!! A transgression such as this - an attempted defiance of the laws of Nature, a curse to the self-righteous Conservatives was not to be. Strange are the quirks of Fate, she joins two souls in what may seem to be the perfect communion and then tears them apart with the savagery that even a hungry beast cannot match. And what should now happen to those two wretched hearts? Do they quietly die in grief? Do they drown in lachrymose lament? Do they silently suffer for eternity? Those are questions that WE-who have not seen ALL cannot answer. However, that line of digression should not distress us now. What really happened with our friends here is: NOTHING! Yes, NOTHING!! One fine day, their love for each other seemed to have deserted them. Gone, POOF!! Just like that -- AWOL. And life still moved on, slow as ever.

Gah-wind haunted the NITW campus on his newly acquired moped (which, as I have often confirmed, looks very much like a moulting moth). Frowning in the harsh sunlight, he personified all bestial adjectives. His face reflected dark wrath (directed towards whom? - nobody dared to guess), his mouth was always twisted in fury and his eyes shone with shocking malice. In the dark, even lost spirits cringed at the very sound of his sputtering, somewhat blue-d vehicle. The wind stopped whistling, squirrels hurriedly scampered away, trees stopped swaying and then... with tyres squealing, smoke billowing behind him, appeared our hero. He was just exhibiting that dangerous stunt, banking dangerously around the corner; and.... he flew off the bike! For a moment, it seemed like he was rising to the heavens. Arms flailing, metal shining and limbs crunching. And then life came back to normal - the wind whistled, squirrels hopped back to get their forgotten nuts, the trees shook free the inertia and Gah-wind cried out: "MUMMY!!!"

And he spent the next few weeks in the placidity of a hospital ward - listening to the rustle of the nurses' starched uniforms and lost in the encompassing whiteness-of the walls, the shining floor, the bed-covers and his restricting casts. Then he emerged - a healed man; a little warped in the limbs, but lubricated in the heart. Now, the roads had a different story to tell. The wind whispered, squirrels wrestled and trees blossomed. And Gah-wind smiled!

Enter: The delightful new protagonist of our story - Jay-Lee. SHE, let me make it clear: SHE was the quintessential, matchless, Oriental beauty. The kind of beauty that can put a thousand candles to shame; make a fresh rose appear like a lily; freeze fish in the aquarium, leaving them staring with their pouting mouths; turn Narcissus suicidal; flutter the hearts of all; and leave Gah-wind bedazzled. So taken in with her was he, that the famous "Twenty thousand brothers couldn't match my love for Ophelia" seems like an amateurish estimation. Language does not allow the superlatives that I am burdened with, to be able to express the potency of the affection that our hero shared for her. She was Scarlett O'Hara in her wiles, and Melanie Wilkes in her kindness; Portia in her brilliance, and Miranda in her sweetness. A cut above the rest, a diamond better than the best. So.. it is time hat our hero moved on from rhinestones(sorry, Pretty-V, if you're reading this) to diamonds.

If ever there was a "rose" that had smelt "sweeter", it would have grown only in Eden (and long sacrificed to the whims of Eve). It was the sweetest of roses indeed, that had perfumed the love that permeated the beings of Gah-wind and Jay-lee. It did everything to their fist-sized hearts - capture, rapture and enrapture. I am, almost paralysed with emotion, to talk about their mutual admiration. I choke on my own words (or is it that fish-bone?), so I shall take leave. The love of Gah-wind and Jay-lee shall not be forgotten. It will be found like the most sacred of scriptures, the most voluminous of sagas - locked into a secret chest, buried at the bottom of the sea. And then, there will be fearless explorers, who shall retrieve the wealth that captures the golden immortality of that wonderous emotion, from the treacherous depths of the waters. They shall heave it into sight, carefully open it, read in delight and draw comparisons. Yes - like Romeo and Juliet!!

posted by Cos Θ @ 8:30 PM