As the world frets on issues of supposedly greater importance such as the Indian elections, the strain in diplomatic relations with the US and the emergence of a constipated Amir Khan, I find myself reminded of a certain incident which remains freshly engraved within my heart. An incident which made me lose faith in all of humanity...teaching me that self interest is primeval amongst Humans...
Even a dementor cannot give me the chills as can the mere memory of that incident...and it left upon me a mental scar...changing me...altering life as it should have been and now I shall recount my dreadful experience for all to hear...
An exasperated cry could be heard reverberating from the playground of Sector 31 as dragoon had once again defeated all its opponents. A smirk came about my face as I saw that my beyblade was the last man standing..."We understand each other...dragoon and me" I said...while others looked on feeling thoroughly abysmal..."He does whatever I tell it to" I went on..."You people dont have it in you...quit fooling around and play shit which doesnt require skill...like football or chess". I could see all of my future planned out...as a professional beyblade player I would soon be representing my nation...and later on the world would kneel before me...I was an unstoppable force set for greatness. It was only a matter of time.
But time had other intentions...and it sought to tell a different story...because my dreams had begun to flow far too high in the sky and I was no longer wary of the dangers below..
Power is something which drives men to extreme limits...it drove hitler to kill millions of jews...while in a much more historical event it led to the theft of my very own dragoon...
He was a friend...a friend who was so close to my heart that I gave away dragoon to him for him to get some modifications... "I'll get his defense stronger bro, he's gonna become a killer" he told me...and I could not see the spark in his eyes as I handed it out to him... Later that week I found that he'd left town...and the fucker took dragoon with him...
My life was thrown into complete disarray...it was a given that I would be the best beyblader in all of history...and now it was all stolenfrom me...I tried to replace dragoon but no it wouldnt work...we were a team...a part of me was gone and I would never be the same...
I met the perpetrator of my crimes after almost a decadede in a wedding...nothing much had changed for me...except that my aimlesness had resulted in me joining a law school which forced me to study a subject which is created by aimless governments.
That meeting dug up this old scar...for the guy acted as if he was oblivious...there was no guilt in his heartless eyes...not even an ounce of regret...he stood there smiling...and I smiled back at the man who ruined my life...I could've been something...I could've achieved greater heights...but this guy did'nt even care...he probably lost dragoon half a decade ago...probably could'nt do justice to it...I wanted to tell him that if I hated my life 5 or 10 years down the lane...it would be because of him...but I did'nt...For what would affect a man as cold hearted as him...I went away as the music from the dance floor drowned our conversation...Thinking "Beyblade churaya...beyblade churaya...beyblade churaya aapne" :|
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