"Brainwash"

He was only 10 years old. And was one of the brightest chaps in his class. He loved English and his command on the language and his mature grasp surprised all of his teachers. He excelled in school at this subject. So much so that his proud parents rewarded him with a computer of his own. He was thrilled. His quick sponge like mind absorbed all there was to learn about the internet. He spent hours browsing the web. The net was so huge and eclectic and such a wonderful source of information and inspiration for the kid. He read books, learnt about great men and their great achievements and about all the literary geniuses. And with characteristic and prodigal depth of thought, he contemplated about everything he read. He was a truly inspired kid ready to take on the world if only given a chance. But there was just one problem.

She wasn’t the English kind. She loved math. And seemed to enjoy only the company of those who loved math. It bothered him to see her with that boy only because he could do all those useless multiplications faster than her. He was convinced that only his ‘lhau’ for her was true love. ‘lhau’…he had grown to like this word.. He was running out of ways to impress her. In his own little world, if knowing the complete meaning of the word ‘sarcastic’ when his classmates couldn’t even spell it properly wasn’t good enough for her then what more could he do? Wasn’t it enough that he could explain what ‘democracy’ meant? Wasn’t it enough that he was now even inspired into taking up poetry? Yet, She didn’t really care about him
The more he saw her and the boy together at school, laughing and narrating those stupid tables the sadder he grew. Something had to be done. It was all a matter of muttering up the courage. There was just the impetus lacking. Life seemed so pointless. He decided to make the empty yard in front of his house his own park. Every evening he would just sit there looking and waiting anxiously for the miracle to happen. His behavior and lonely yard sessions troubled his father but he refused to tell him anything. It took an evening spent in the bosom of his loving mother on the front yard for him to spill out his woes about the girl he ‘lhau’ed . His mother smiled at him understandingly. She told him that such things were worst when kept hidden and that he should go up to her and declare his love for her. “It is a question of now or never” she told him. His innocent eyes filled with joy when he heard those last words from his mother sitting in the yard. That’s all that mattered to him. The impetus had arrived. Everything made perfect sense to him. He knew what to do. It was clearly mentioned.


“Good Evening! This is Sam Etaro bringing you the news at 10 and with me is Tanya Burns. In further investigation of the unprecedented and gruesome murder of two 10 year old schools kids by their classmate, police investigators said that in a search of the accused’s computer they found several stored links to various weblogs (or blogs as they are more popularly known). Further investigation has revealed that the contents of one of the blogs seems to be some sort of inspiration for the accused’s methodology of using a hammer and a penknife. Police are trying to trace the location of all the bloggers linked to from the accused’s computer hoping to get some more insight……"