Debate

He was coming home after a heated debate. This was his routine. He would debate anywhere on anything. It can be at the book shop about — How Shakespeare’s work is simply scribbling of a mind gone worse or at the tea-stall about — how the decrease in sugar production may lead to people drinking sugarless tea. It appeared that everything was debatable for him. Often behind his back people would comment that he can also debate the reason of his birth— was it a pleasurable act or were his parents having sex to raise a family!
Whatever, people loved to see him debating. Unlike others, he always backed his arguments with facts and figures. There were doubts that he conjure them up. But this got cleared when once a so called educationalist verified that his figure on the number of known religions in the world was accurate. Well, nothing much changed from this revelation, except that the cigarette-shop owner nearby started referring to him as ‘neta ji’ (leader).
For they never took those debates seriously. What excited them was his passion. So, the question of right facts and figures didn’t bother them. They always wanted to see someone new, who didn’t know about his reputation,to debate with him. To their astonishment, he never got angry or shouted or to the disappointment of many had a street-fight. He simply debated.

There were theories about— who he was? Where he came from? What he does? According to most, they knew it all but just can’t simply recall. Whenever asked, he would simply smile and point to anyone and say — didn’t I tell you? That person would become the centre of attraction for many days, as if he knew the secret. There were many who denied it, some who revered in the glory and made-up stories and some who said they can’t break his faith. By the end of the year, there were 100 stories about him or may be more.

But today, he was disappointed. The debate was a soul-searching one. Though he had won hands down, he knew that he had lost. He never debated so as to win. But to lose is tougher than winning. He committed suicide that night. No one was aware why he did that. They debated upon it……..

Note: This story reflects my current state of mind (SoM). We both (my SoM and the story) are unaware where to head for...perhaps an abrupt end will justify the justifiable. In my dreams whenever I visit my past I wonder, why I've been so unsuccessful. I can't justify my intiatives, attempts but then maybeI did it all because I've to be unsucessful.......