So, my power changed back sometime ago and I stayed with my previous glasses for a long time. Today, I got my new glasses, and suddenly this world became beautiful. A lot beautiful. Everything makes sense now. Everything. My mom used to tell me that there is dust on my notebook. I finally saw the dust today and wiped it off. My room is not as clean as I previously thought it to be, there are crumpled papers and different ideas lying around here and there. Papers on which I wrote my dreams, planned out how I want my life to be, I see them now. They were stuck somewhere under my table. I thought they were lost, well now, I am cleaning my room. Then, I went ahead to see the outer world, and I was amazed to see different textures of leaves, trees have their inner beauty which I never saw earlier, but what I saw today was something different. Next to that tree, which might have been 90 years old or so, stood a man, very old man who was gazing at the tree. No, he wasn’t that old, but on his face were signs that told me he had a miserable life, and wanted to improve it. He feels that he is old, no he is not. There is still time to change the road he is on. Still…..

 

 

Then it dawned upon me. I picked up the dust layered book of physics. Wiped off the dust and started reading it, my mom thinks that I am preparing for physics exam…..No.

 

I opened the chapter where they told about chips and circuits. My teacher at my coaching institute told me that in a chip all the components have their own role, they have their own responsibility, and they keep the chip functioning till the current is drawn out of it. Its a very simple thing, but maybe I am looking too deep into it. I see this whole world as a big Integrated Chip. All the people are different elements that keep this big chip going on, forever and ever. No component of the chip is useless, every part has its own responsibility to carry out the work efficiently and smoothly. To maintain the balance, some people divert their current to others for sometime, but they surely will get it back and have their own time. I love my new glasses, they told me that this chip is beautiful.

Today, I received a letter from Alfred, inside the envelope were two letters. One from Alfred, which told me about his well being, and conditions there in Gotham, he says and I quote, “Master Blake is doing a brilliant job these days, he gets out in your bat-suit once every few weeks. He doesn’t need to do it anymore. You have already done it, you have changed this world. You inspire them, there is another letter in envelope, that tells the same story. We found it lying on your gravestone. Though, by his writing style, I deduce that he is a young man, but I’m afraid he knows too much.”
The second letter, was roughly written, it didn’t say from whom it was, and it read as I quote,

“I will always remember you. I know you are out there somewhere. You saved my life. You know me. And I know your secrets. There is a lot happening in Gotham. I was walking down the street. A bum, a fucking bum, came up and asked for money. He doesn’t do any job. Never tries to earn money. Just asks for money. Money. Money is what they want. They earn it, and remain happy. They can lick the ground if I gave them money. They aspire for things, never try to do them. Aspire. I love a girl, she aspires for something big. She reminds me of you. Her eyes. They have ambition, like you had. She lacks the will. She is a wasted human being. She is ruining her Life. She just sits there. And watches the fucking T.V.

She is like a soft drink cup, you get from McDonalds. A foam cup lying on road. A car comes and flattens the cup. The cup does nothing. Just sits there. Cannot hold a drink. Broken. Unproductive. Just takes up space. Pollute. It is a Garbage. Lying here and there. A garbage. It can run its mouth though. When you look at it. It tells you something. That it is a fucking cup. It cannot do a thing. Because it lacks one thing. A psych to win. Psychology. Psychiatrist are bums, they know the real problem. But offer a wrong solution. They teach us. They tell us not to quit. The tell us not to commit suicide. Not to kill ourselves.

People are Garbage. They walk and talk like Garbage. They are lying in Garbage. And they also know they are Garbage. So they want to kill themselves. Make up space for intelligence, which they don’t have. They go to a psychiatrist. And Psychiatrists are Garbage. They tell those people that even if they are Garbage, its Okay. They don’t promote intelligence. They tell them its okay to be a bum and they should not kill themselves. Its okay to be a Garbage, but don’t kill yourself.
Its okay? Is that it? No motivation for work. Is that what we have fallen to? Is it right thing to not follow our dreams? Is it right to stop following stars if we know we can’t catch them? That’s what they tell us.
Now the Foam cups. They go and do a job. A job in a company, they don’t give fucks about. And because of mercy of time. They get promoted. They get promoted for not quitting! For not dying! For not following their dreams! And some garbage cup tells them that they are not bum. That they are not just a foam cup. So their feelings change. And they feel happy about it, they are idiots. They might think good of them, but deep down inside they know they are garbage. A garbage foam cup.
And they decide to live that way. Their decision. Decision. Here’s how their decision are made.
An intelligent human shows up. He has a great idea in his mind. A revolutionary idea. Idea that will change the world, make it a better place. So he goes to a garbage cup. Tells him about the idea. Garbage cup knows it is a good idea. He fears the truth will come out. So he rejects the idea. Demotivates the intelligent human. And he does it publicly. People know that it is a good idea and they know it will change the world. But they are afraid that their truth will come out. So all the garbage cups tell the human that it is a bad idea. They berate his intelligence. They give him bad reasons, really bad reasons. The human accepts their decision. And now it is his decision. He knows he will fail so he lies down on road. A car comes up and flattens him. Congratulations! He is a garbage now. Intelligence has died away. People are happy in their world.

Remember that girl I love? I hate her. She is one of those cups. She has ambitions. A great idea. She can change the world. But some garbage told her to slow down. Someone told her that her intelligence was stupid. And she followed. She still wants to do those things but she knows she will fail. She lives her day like those cups. She isn’t living, she has already died. But I am living. You inspired me years ago. You told me how to fight. How to fight these garbage cups. I work hard everyday. Those garbage try to bring me down. I fight them. You gave me a moral. That one man can change the world. You changed the world. Thank you Batman. You know me. If you don’t remember, just know this.
Its not who I am underneath, but what I do that defines me…

I know him, he is that small boy with Rachel in Narrows.

Don’t know why I am sitting with these maniacs, these people have no life! They follow the rules of prison, are afraid of the guards. I want to get out of this place, transfer me to Arkham please. People over there are humans, they have no rules. There are no guards in Arkham. Guards over here follow the duties given to them, and want to control their own little world. I hate them. HATE! They are wasting their lives. Anyways, I am writing this to you Batman to make myself clear. I don’t hate you, infact you are the closest person to me. I admire you. You don’t work like others out there. You want to change them. So do I. And you might be sitting there thinking what makes me crazy. No, I’m not crazy. There is an order out of every chaos. You know I want to make them realize, that their actions are cheap. They are controlled by Society, cheap little bitch, the Society. They work by the forces of Nature. Nature controls their will, they act as Society wants them to. And when some ‘Human’, stands out of crowd and goes out of bounds of the society, they punish him. And they make an excuse, “That’s not the way the Society works.” Mindless animals living in their mindless world, and still happy! Maybe because it is a Joke. The best part of Joke is, They form the Society!!

And you never asked me. Wanna know How I got these scars? I’d love to tell you.

Once I was a Snake! An ordinary Snake, moving here and there, in search of a prey. And, the ‘Snake’ found one. A little mice, Snake’s best prey by the rules of Nature. RULES. The Snake didn’t catch the mice, she surrendered, because she was tired of the Nature’s rule of running to save her own life. Snake was impressed by her charm, so Snake let her go. Snake broke the Nature’s rule by not eating his prey. She too was delighted to see his humbleness, and thanked him. She wanted to be ‘friends’ with ‘Snake’. Snake approved of it, and so he broke the second rule. Gradually, they started loving each other. But ‘Society’ didn’t approve of it. Snake’s clan wanted Snake to follow the Rules. They wanted him to eat her. They captured both of them. They threatened the Snake by saying that they would eat her if Snake didn’t. The Mice asked the Snake to eat her because, if she was to die she would do so by being close to the one she loves most. Snake had no option, he unwillingly opened his jaws. She went inside him slowly. Tears flowed out of his eyes, THEY called him weak! And she was giving a good-bye smile. She went inside, he could feel her heart beats. After sometime, it stopped.
He couldn’t regret more. And the society was satisfied! He couldn’t live in that Hell! He went to mice’s nest. Her whole clan was shocked and terrified to see him. Snake told them how sorry he was, and asked them to ┬ákill him, and tear him apart later in that evening. At first mice approved of it, to kill their predator was a tempting idea. The Snake went back to all those places where he and mice shared beautiful memories. He lived a little, He knew, that his sins will be purified. Dying slowly, every flesh torn from his body will bring him closer to the mice, he thought. Later that evening he went to the mice’s nest. There were no mice at the place. Was it a Joke?? Yes, it was.
They had gone away, because according to Laws of Nature, they feared Snake would eat them, and according to another RULE of Nature, Prey cannot overpower the Predator.

The Snake swore to break all the Rules, and planned a revenge against Society. I was the Snake. I became the Society’s greatest enemy. And carved out my face with the widest grin!
I had a plan. I hid myself in the Tree of Knowledge,
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….in the Garden of Eden.

What? You didn’t laugh? Oh, I forgot the Punch line. Here it is.
HA HA! HA HA!

July 20, 2012

Posted: September 5, 2012 in Diary Entry
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Gone are the days of darkness, sorrow and misery. Although the scars will always remain on my soul, the wounds have healed anyhow. Yes Rachel, we can be together now, as for Gotham doesn’t need Batman anymore, and if it does, Batman will return as in John Blake, not me. Years of fighting and solitude have crippled me, Doctor says there are no cartilages left in my bones! Well, it doesn’t concern me. My future is of more importance. Crime defined my life, Ra’s shaped me up to ruin my own city, I fought him. A madman came up to question humanity in a horrible manner, I fought him. Although Joker took away my last hope of going back to normal life. 8 years of solitary, I lost of all hope of ever returning to normal life. I defeated ‘Crime’ and Gotham was at peace. I had achieved my quest for peace but I had to pay my price. When everything was going good, a ‘Prodigal Daughter’ came back with all of the Vengeance in her heart, and a Vendetta that threatened my city. Batman came back again, fought against crime, saved the city once again and assured peace in Gotham. Bruce Wayne is not Batman anymore, I am not Batman anymore.

ImageRight now I am sitting at Florence cafe, Selina is in front of me, she looks beautiful in those pearls. I lost 2 women very close to my heart, I feel as if they have come back along with Selina. Until now, my life was defined by crime fighting, but I have passed my mantle and look forward to spend my life with Selina. We will marry tomorrow, I remember once Alfred told me that he would marry me with a chimp, if she brings me back to normal life. I never thought the reference would prove to be so close to Selina! She brought me back to life and is active as chimp! Alfred will see me every month, at this cafe. Mr.Fox will run my inheritance, and John Blake will keep reminding citizens of Gotham that Justice will always prevail.

I look at the sky, it has never been so beautiful. I have a new vision, and am amazed to see the beauty of this world within these years I have lived. I long for a great life, like my Father, I want all people close to me, Selina, Alfred, my Mother and Rachel back in my life with all the greatness in their heart, and smiles on their face, so that they can make me realize, that life can be great……