Think bigger, sin bigger

A second year A Level student heading for McGill University in the fall, who's hopelessly in love with the world of football who aspires to one day be successful in the field of finance and banking. Has a strong penchant for philosophy and logical constructs and tweets @Samee_24.

Think bigger, sin bigger

‘Life, what is it but a shallow journey? A journey beleaguered by a diverse mix of emotions, relationships, responsibilities and hardships. Godlessness has pervaded our society, drawing out any sense of purpose that our existence could hold. I’m here to punish those who think they can continue with such an un-heathen modus vivendi.’ Deep thoughts continued to inundate Ashfaq’s mind. With a final sigh, he took out his cigarette and crushed it beneath his foot. People around him seemed unperturbed, as they rushed on – seemingly a blur to his eyes. With a little grin, he was reminded of the hilarity of the situation. He was the master of their fate. At this point in time, he was God.

Ashfaq was no stranger to blasphemous thoughts, thoughts which, more often than not, were contrary to his firmly rooted beliefs. He mused on the consequences of the actions he was planning to take. He would surely go to hell, that he knew of. However he was serving a larger scheme – a scheme that could paradoxically be rewarded in the hereafter. At times when his thoughts would start contradicting each other, he would cease ruminating within his head and whisper to himself "For the greater good".

Time was running out. With a long, hard gaze down the crowded street, Ashfaq started to make his move. He bustled through the crowd, anxious about getting the timing right. His eyes were fixated on the large stadium situated on the opposite side. Without lifting his gaze even for a moment, he knocked into a little girl. "Hey, you blind fool. Can’t you focus more on not tumbling into people?", screamed a guy, most probably the girl’s father. Ashfaq just looked blindly at the father, alternating his stare between him and the girl. With a shake of the head, he rustled past the two and on to his mission.

Abashed by his recent encounter, the girl’s image kept resurfacing in his mind. They were both going to the stadium, as the father and his daughter were both sporting team merchandise. ‘For the greater good’, came the whisper. However, his mantra was less successful in easing his doubts this time. He looked back, and now the blur was replaced with a vivid and resplendent portrait. He could see every single emotion, every single feature etched on to each and every person’s face. Ashfaq thought he could probably tell a story for every person he saw. But, the most important thing he observed was the variegation in every human he saw, realizing the multifariousness of the thoughts they would hold and how they were painfully oblivious to what would happen to them in a few moments’ time. Possessed by this satori, Ashfaq started to run. All he knew now was that he did not want to proceed with his plan. The stadium was a good two miles away, and a glance at the watch notified him that he didn’t have much time left. He searched for the Olympic sprinter within himself, as he pushed himself on. The main street was filled to the rafters, so he decided on taking a right and then doubling over afterwards. As he made the turn, a van thundered into his body, sending him flying away. Unconsciousness shrouded Ashfaq.

He regained his senses and found himself in a travelling ambulance. He rubbed his eyes and started questioning relentlessly. The medical assistant next to him shushed him, and injected an anesthetic into his body. As he dreamily went back to sleep, Asfhaq could hear an overwhelming boom in the distance.

 Samee Zahid - LGS Paragon