Bananas-
The fruit most of us love. We consume the good of it and dispose the peel.
Something that we ignore to notice is the way the peel makes people fall down,
if not disposed rightfully. After extracting the good, if you leave it on the
streets to decompose, it’ll get back on the human race by making someone slip
for someone else’s action. This sounds like the story of every grey character
towards the black end we’ve known- the bad guys- or the villains that we’ve
come across. So who are the good guys? Bananas??- Maybe. So let’s talk about
Batman, the universe with a quite a lot of grey characters. Batman was trained
by mercenaries who wanted him to destroy Gotham, become a ‘peel’ to Gotham slip
it off its course of downfall and mark a growth of a new civilization. But he
does become a symbol, a symbol of ‘right’ among all wrongs- he becomes the peel
in the dustbin. When the peel is in the dustbin, instead on the street- it’s in
the right place, doing the right thing. Not on the street like a villain trying
to slip someone off into a world of pain. Batman is the peel in the dustbin; he’s
the right one at the right place. Not the Joker on the streets. But this would never
happen, if Batman wasn’t introduced to the Banana by her unknowingly, while she
stood across the street from Souvenirs of Hollywood- after eating it by
herself, almost about to drop it and he realized, “Oh, Snap!”
I trip on the stairs, and I wake up…, it’s around 2 in the morning and I was dreaming. Mom’s calling my cell, the alarm is ringing…its 6, I go down, get on with the usual processes and trying to recall the dream. I remember bits and pieces of it, and I discuss it with myself, it was Kashmir right, I was attending some marriage and someone was there… forget that its 6:30...you are late… and I get ready, and I leave to college…still thinking. I’m in the bus, listening to the latest bollywood tracks… still discussing about the dream. I reach college, and make my walk towards class… and I go and sit in my usual place… in the middle row. Two classes go by, some parts interesting, and most of them boring. In the recess, we get to know that the next class is cancelled… and I had almost forgotten the dream… Until the group of girls in the first two benches to the left of me were listening eagerly to a story that one of them was telling… “I was in Kashmir walking in the streets with y
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