The Vultures in Disneyland

Bohemian Rhapsody

He is running. The wolves are running. They are surrounding him. Everything is so vague. But something catches him and he isn't running anymore. His body is feeling light as if someone or something has sucked all the blood out of it.

Raghewa, the legends are never too old in this town. Not because people constantly talk about them but the frequent occurrence of the events which are hard to describe. Crazy, normally might be the word that describes something out of context but once the craziness gets hold of satiety, nothing is crazy anymore. Everything is normal here and the worst part is no matter whatever happens, it will always still stay normal.

Among the vast majority of people who believe in the weirdness of the town, Bikash is someone who tries everything possible to be part of such an insanity. He wants to witness the paranormal that elderly talk about in his town. God knows he has done unspeakable things for his ridiculous fantasy. But he hasn't had luck, not yet. The guy had made his mind a becaon of insane thoughts, he'd think about something off all the time.

Bikash has made it to the office, the second time this month. Every time he left his home, he'd wind up in some cave or under the peepal tree, wishing to see something unnatural. It is a shame that his determination goes all in vain. He'd imagine being chased by a ghost or getting bitten by zombies all day just to return back to the petty reality where rock songs were the silver lining.

"You have been gone all month. Where have you been?" His boss disrupts his heavenly thoughts. Although he was an intern, he had to be in the office more often.

"I was sick." As straight as ever.

"But you said the same thing the previous month as well. Meet me in the office."

Bikash follows him all the way to his office. A few other staff are smiling at him, probably giving him a hint of depreciation. Ironic. The man adjusts himself on a chair and starts writing stuff. He pretends as if he has already forgotten about Bikash.

Showcasing a surprise reflex, he says, " Oh!" He closes his notebook and starts doing what he does best. "Why aren't you serious? This isn't a joke." Bikash keeps his quiet as he knows that's for the best. The man continues, "Everything you do know affects your future. You may be too young to realise that but you will, one day. And you will thank me. Whatever you do now will affect the generations after you."

He nods to his boss and walks away with his head still down. The guy doesn't feel embarrassed anymore as it has already become a habit.

Back home, he is still thinking. He is always thinking. Amidst his thoughts, the face of his teacher pops up, what he said about his future. All of a sudden, Bikash is thinking about his future and what he will be like in a decade or two. He just can't switch that feeling off, keeps thinking till it hurts.

Even though Google is supposed to have information on everything, it lets him down. He wants to travel forward in time to know his future; to know whether or he will encounter anything supernatural in the future; to know the meaning behind his dream.

"Everything you do will affect you in the future." Bikash is constantly going over that line his teacher told him. Suddenly an idea hits his brain. What if I don't have to travel to the future but the future travels to me. It is not a challenge to communicate with the future because everything we do is the message to the future. Our memories are messages from the past. Likewise, what if I get the future to communicate with me?

So he opens a blank word document and saves it with the name "Conversation with the past." He then starts typing " Hello. Can you see this?" The disappointment travels all across his body as no one replies to it. No one's gonna, of course. What was he thinking? But he keeps waiting, an hour passes, another few pass but no reply. With a long sigh of shattered dreams, he turns the computer off and goes to sleep. The room is never silent, the rock songs are always striking the walls of his room. The cassette player never goes off.