ramon

The man in green checks seems to be measured in his approach to women around him.The busy market street of london has this man singularly distinguished as it wants to highlight his idio-syncratic intent.It is amazingly recurrent in social history when characters with maliciously eccantric dispositions distance themselves from the innocent rest.Ramon,as the man concerned is known,has been wanting to ask himself what it means to live and how living has got to do with his existence?He himself has felt numerously how his individual presence has wrecked the living solitude in people around him.Since his adolescent days,his father has been calculatively distanced from him,in terms of the streotypical emotional scale.The dichotomy between two souls,who ought to have been more magnetic,is sometimes the reason behind an individual's agony or rather a question,a question Ramon has been asking incessantly.The distance between him and his father has stolen the comfort-level that he previously shared with the society.He started asking himself as to how sanely the world around him was living and how he himself was providing an anti-thesis to it.No person was affected by the void he met.Why is he the only one to suffer the pangs of a lost relationship, a relationship that ought to have been the fulcrum of his life...

Ramon noticed a lady in pink on the far-side of the market,waiting patiently.Ramon was astounded at the amount of patience that the lady churned-out while standing still,jealousy had found a home.His hands flirted with the breeze and his eyes fixed like a numb star at the opposing lady.She had put a sledge-hammer on his peaceful abode.He had started to deal with a consistent restlessness in his life.His gaze briefly considered others but zeroed -in on that lady in pink.He trembled in doubt whether to put an end to her life or not,this seemed like a priced moment to do so.Fifteen minutes had met the clock as his fingers yearned for the pistol in his left pocket.At the genesis of a possible murder ,a man walked upto the lady,he was his father.

Ten years later,in a prison,Ramon penned down few lines,which coalesces tragedy with serendipity:-

I win the confidence of a dead soul
looking at the faces of strangers
i begin to wonder about my role
starting to doubt who that was,
i seem to realise,no one else could be
as dead as i...



S.SRINIVASAN IYER