Tangerine-the secrets of sweet limeMature

the story is about a young boy, battling all phases of his life.

3rd, may’09

“Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me,

Lying on the floor, surrounded, surrounded,”

Archit was hearing to this song and relating his experiences ...Goosebumps are raised,

And his voice gets shrill, deep inside he wants to cry, but unable to let himself loose, not wanting to confide coz if does he is going to be the scapegoat. People, his own people misunderstand him. They take out wrong meanings of whatever he says...he is torn between what to confide and what is better hidden. He is 20 years old, but he never realized the difference between trusting whom. Now that his parents are aware of his fears, they are slowly losing faith in his insanely talented abilities. They are just pestering him and pissing him off every now and then as “THE SCARY PIG” aawww...what an awful disgrace....yuck this is excrutiating: C they are losing confidence in Archit. This is more excruciating than anything, awful....the sick, sinking feeling. He just doesn’t know how to get over it....”man this is sad...indeed depressing...”yuck this doesn’t feel like anything lesser than deepest shit to be in....I don’t know, if it’s whose fault....

Archit writes----

“Hostel is a better place to be in, it’s better to put up with insane loggerheads, and pervert dickheads than to bear the angry woman at home. All now I know, she is so weak hearted that she can’t take anything, she will lose all her head....


Hell broke loose,

When Archit said some words close to his heart,

What troubled him all through out, he revealed,

His mom’s immaturity broke loose, she rather overflowed with disgust and anger on that poor soul, and he can’t take it any longer, its bursting out  in his veins, losing hope and sight of everything, -


If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream-and not make dreams your master;
If you can think-and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings-nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And-which is more-you'll be a Man, my son!
-Rudyard Kipling..........

Boosts up Archit a bit.....but he doesn’t know what to do...now he remembers what went on his mind a few years ago....what he thought his strength’s , are turning into his weaknesses, man whose evil eye?? 


Man this sucks big-time and I am lost and totally clueless...

The whole reason for this anger and irritation is that his Dad called upon some guests to visit their place for lunch this afternoon. As already his mom was battling stages of menopause, she dint feel like receiving any guests at their place. Because his Dad was a typical non-understanding man,

He was totally unaware of his mom’s state of mind. So, she was getting hyper and her voice was throwing up so loud that their neighbours could make out that there was something fishy out at my home....this was definitely a sad disgrace...coz even Archit was helpless, coz he was not sure of anything, others thought he not helping them was because he was lazy and so they called him hopeless............

“Life is being played out as a sad song,

Its tunes are dancing like dragon’s rattle flames,

Am I getting burnt or is it going to be another reincarnation?

I am confused...”

An hour passed in feelings of complete hopelessness, it’s now 12:52pm, Oh! Man when are these sick bastards coming to eat some sucking food at my home...Hell! Balls to them!! Shit...Sooner or later they are going to be in deep shit. When is this trackless behaviour of mine going to end?  Or why am I abusing people I don’t even know...man!  Am confused. Now what next? He was hungry...but guests have arrived. “What am I supposed to eat? “


Am i shameless? Or is shame out of me?

Is this really hunger or is it he confounded state of mind!

Someone help me, someone get me food!!

The next half an hour flew just pondering about this famished feeling.

 Just t hen  Archit’s father barged into the room – “ come on !out i want to introduce you to them !!’

Archit  didn’t want to go . “sorry dad , but i don’t think i want to meet tem. Forget it!”

“son , i want you to meet them ,and that is the way it is going to be!! Don’t upset me coz u kjnow the consequences”

“stop blackmailing me ,i aint commin out“, Archit relented,his temper rising.

“Archit, i am serious,get that lazy butt of yours  out, NOW ” ,Archit’s dad shot back,leaving no space for eric to escape from him.

 Archit’s dad was a power demanding  man.


The End

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