“So Roy what should we do with you?”
Roy was hung upside down. A stream of blood flowing down his pear shaped nose. When he left for college in the morning he had no idea this is how the day would turn out to be.
“Oh yes! We can get her to join us if that would make you squeak.”
“Nooooooo.. please don’t.. please don’t do anything to her.”
“So the rat finally squeaked...... and why shoudn’t we?”
“Please”, Roy begged. There was little else he could do.
Humans take risk. They have a propensity to do so. Some know what they are doing, most don’t have a clue. Roy belonged to the latter category.
I repeat my question Roy, “ What were you doing at Kinga Bypass at 1 in the night?”
Kinga Bypass - Famous for rave parties. ‘Brats’ of the nouveau riche flock the farmhouses. Juxtaposed to the Kinga Lake these were amongst the favorite venues of the addicts. Addicts – addicted to drugs, addicted to sex, addicted to repeated attempts at finding ways to hide themselves from themselves, addicted to following, addicted to more than one of these and addicted to more.
Have you ever observed that person next to you – completely engrossed in work or studies or sports or something else. Trying hard to become famous or to earn money so that people will bow before them, or so that they will have a status in society or so that they can educate their children so that they in turn will have the ability to do the same thing. Most of them haven’t faced themselves, ever. They never found the time for it. So, the only reason that they’ve known for being alive – to become something or someone special.
But these ‘brats’, they have a lot of time on their hands. Most of them are the children of parents who’ve slogged hard to get where they are now. And somewhere along the way, probably as a result of their slogging to achieve the ‘Goals’, they are reduced to parents only on paper. These children in all practical respects are orphans. The parents are the wardens of their orphanages.
The orphanages, no doubt, are good ones- fulfilling all material necessities and luxuries. These children were never coached or directed by their parents towards a goal. They haven’t got a clue what to do with their lives. They don’t need to earn money to feed themselves or their kin. They don’t have the desire to be famous. So since they don’t have a goal to attain they have a lot of time on their hands. And the human brain can’t stop thinking if the person is awake and (s)he is not thinking. And some of these ‘brats’ were smart - they realized that everything around them is just a faff. And here they are now – at Kinga Bypass.