DARK

It was going to be a very short night. Maybe just couple of hours of sleep. Next day had few presentations, few project submissions and exams nearing. He don't care much, but nevertheless he had to pass. He was worried about that. And more so, as he had spent last few hours doing nothing except boozing. But for next few hours he had a more important task in had. That was to catch on with some sleep.

Suddenly a voice woke him up. It was completely dark. Probably a power failure.
Damn! His heater was not working. He was trying to sleep when suddenly that man covered all in black woke him up. He had probably left his door open. He did not introduce himself, but for no reason the two started some conversation.

"What are you doing here?" The stranger asked
Seems he has been caught unawares. Someone from outside world knew that he was doing nothing in the institute apart from just whiling away time boozing, gambling with few friends, sleeping, watching useless stuff on computer etc etc.

"What the f*ck ... what kinda question are you asking ... In fact I should have asked this"
"That doesn't answer it"
"I am sleeping and you are bugging me"
"Still ... That doesn't answer it"
"I am ... studying in one of the best institutions around here ...I am one of the best brains in the country ... I will get a good job, good life ... "
"I know how much true is it ..."
"What ...?"
"Dude .. Tell me the truth ... I know it ... but I want to get it from you"

"Damn ... I know I have screwed up everything ... I don't care about anything ... I am just completely pissed off with everything ... I just want to get out of the system ... It is all a complete letdown ... It is too f*ckin demotivating ... It is too f*ckin screwed up ... The place sucks, the country sucks, the society sucks, whole system sucks ... They don't care about learning ... They don't care for you ... Those bastards are concerned only about themselves ... They assume that they are the f*ckin best in the world ... They think they are god or something ... everyone in the world is concerned of nothing but himself or herself ... People are so damn phony ... Everything is such a show off ... Very few things are real ... Everyone expects us to do everything while they sit there on the fence and make things worse ..."

... He murmured ... not sure of why he was telling all these ... but it was just that he wanted to ... or rather he was drawn towards it. He never reveals his ideas so easily, but this time he relented so easily. He didn't know why.

"What after getting out of here ... You will probably be just another moron slogging your ass off for some filthy rich billionaire ... earning truckloads of money ... but completely oblivious of what is happening just the street next to you. You will be sort of living ... or I must say existing in some boardroom .."

"What do you wanna say ? Am I some bloody moron who doesn't care about any damn thing in the world ..."
"OK ... Let me ask you one thing ... What do you think about yourself ? Are you good or are you bad ... You need not answer to me ... Answer to yourself"

"... Obviously, I am good"
"Sure!"
"Yeah ... probably"
"I can ..."
" ... maybe, but not that good ... everyone is somewhat selfish ... I am also ... But i am not that bad after all ... i do care about people ... I do care about all the good things ... Many a times I know not what is good or what is bad ... but I try to be good ... Ya, I always look for my interest first, and can play some games here and there ... but ... maybe everyone does that ... Little bit deviation is rule of the game I suppose ... But i am not as big a hypocrite as most of them ... I at least ... Oh my god ... I mean ..."

"Do you believe in god ?"
"Ye ..."
"Now temme ... There is no escape ... You have to tell me"
"No ... Probably I am not sure ... probably somewhat, maybe I hate him ... I don't know why ... but I hate him ... He is not fair ... There is some much suffering, so much inequality despite him .. He is partial ... partial towards the ones who praise him, the ones who worship him ... Despite him being so powerful, evil often triumphs ... Truth is that he triumphs at the cost of others ... He misuses power ... He allows people to be killed in his name ... He is ..."

He paused. Then he continued

"... But why are you asking these all ... Who are you ?"

Silence.

He knew not why he was answering all that and to whom, and why was hie cribbing this much. He screamed, begged to know his identity ... but the suddenly seemed to be disappearing. And gradually the silhouette disappeared. He never knew why he was being asked all that, who was he, why so much weird questions. But one thing he knew, there was something to look within.

Bang!
He woke up!

Next he found himself lying on floor, face covered with sweat and pain in the knees, probably a result of sudden fall.