The Myth of the Elements.

(The script for our department's prize winning show, 'Elements', at an inter department cultural fest in our college. Excuse us if some lines remind you of Galadriel.)

Prelude

The world has changed, I feel it in the water,I feel it in the earth, I smell it in the air.

Much that once was is lost for few live now who remember it. But the myth has lived through the ages, the myth of the elements.

God created the 4 elements-fire, water, wind, earth, and bestowed upon them the power to control the world, but only if they worked together, in harmony. Even man, with all his technological advancements, depends on the elements for his sustenance. For God knew, the creature man would try with his insatiable thirst, and talent for technology to take over these elements.

Everything God created, yin/yang, black/white, life/death, all were meant to have perfect crystal symmetry, perfect balance, sweet harmony.

That was the way it was, with the elements...

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Harmony

Water

Man has, and always will, revere the purity and sanctity of sacred water, that has ebbed and flown along with civilization, forever keeping man afloat.

Wind

Fickle wind, now sweet and mellow, then gusty and powerful, and back again, but forever will remain a symbol of strength and power.

Earth

The circle of life of man begins from and ends with mother earth. We are born from it, and we shall die into it. Mother earth, ever a symbol of support and sustenance, caters to the needs of humankind.

Fire

Dancing flames, ever a symbol of warmth and protection, yet hiding unspeakable power, was, still is, and would be worshipped for generations.

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Anomaly

It is but a dream that this harmony would exist forever. But as fate would have it, an anomaly presents itself to disturb this magical symmetry, in the form of a steadfast, but stubbornly misdirected soul. He takes it upon himself to bring the 4 elements under his control. He knew, it at all there was a way, the only way to do that was through vigorous penance.

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Thou shalt bow to me

Slowly but surely, fire and water surrendered their powers to his irresistible will, for such was the power of his penance.

He was powerful by now, with the elements fire and water by his side.

But he was still thirsty, and it was a only a matter of time before earth and wind succumbed.

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Ode to Destruction

Volcano

Blazing fire, igniting the skies,
The dormant beast awakened,
Burning, uprooting, leaving all,
In a wreath of fire emblazoned.

Earthquake

The earth beneath cleaved in half,
A wave of fear, a tremor,
Destruction, despair, no soul is spared,
From the wrath of this seismic terror.

Tsunami

From the depths of Poseidon's watery stronghold,
A spear of death was hurled,
Hissing, spitting, tidal fangs,
Sorrow on millions unfurled.

Tornado

Murderous monster, spitefully swirling,
A whirlwind of venomous vice,
Gripping, twisting, turning at will,
No stopping this devilish device.

Walk to their death?

Realizing their helplessness, the elements desperately try one by one to win back their lost freedom. But even the powerful elements had to bow down to his superior will. Try as they might the elements could do nothing to penetrate his black aura.

Fire..

Water..

Wind..

Earth.. they all fall..

The revolution (final fight)

And then there was a light in the sky, a sign from the heavens for the elements to unite and bring down the tyrant in one final fight for their forsaken freedoms.

The sound of a thunderbolt reverberated through the universe, the flash of lightning blinded all, and it was done. The mighty tormentor had fallen, drained of all his powers, he lay on the ground, from ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

A Few Figments of an Idle Mind with Communist Tendencies

(What my friend and I cooked up for a creative writing contest at college... Believe it or not, we won!)

Scene: Medium sized padded cell with a television in the southwest corner, an aquarium in the northeast corner and a moving strait-jacket dead center.

Narrator: In this fickle, materialistic world plagued by unyielding capitalism rearing its unclipped talons on the helpless masses, who are disillusioned by plastic promises of freedom, truth, peace, perhaps love, held like a caged bird in a vice-like grip, there is a room.

Inside this room, is our protagonist whose emotions have bound him to the confines of his cellulose prison, and there is also a television.

Our hero (who we'll refer to henceforth as the Voice (Victim Of Intense Capitalistic Erosion)) has just arisen from sweet sub-conscious ignorance, to a whirlwind of cryptic emotions, trips and falls on the remote control and the television blares into life.

The Voice- What are these emotions I feel? From where doth these feelings spring?

Television- Thine emotions are thine own. Thou art only now realising them. Thou art nought more than a baby, filled with a plethora of emotions thou canst feel but not comprehend.

The Voice- Hark! I change the channel.

Channel -Tele switches to a scene when the voice is but an adolescent.

Scene: The voice, and his better half, seen facing the crimson sunset, the autumn leaves gently caressing the landscape, an air of serenity wrapping itself around the 2 souls, uniting them.

Narrator- The world that the voice finds himself today, wasn’t always so. There was a time when the birds would sing in the sky, and night sky would sparkle with the light of a million hopes, dreams. There was a time when the ‘voice’ was still heard.

Our hero remembers that he wasn’t always deprived of love, the strait jacket just made him forget.

Narrator: The Voice appears awoken from his pensive demeanor, with an air of self realization.

The voice: All this while the unending channel of emotions running through my mind doth deceive me, hast imprisoned me to my own prison. Now I realize I have imposed this strait jacket of sorrows, on my own consciousness . My freedom doth lie in my realization of this truth.

Narrator: At this moment, the stars shed new light on the Voice, removing the shackles that bound him to the skeletons in his cupboard. The strait jacket falls to the ground, and the Voice that once echoed through the valleys, rang in the hills again.