Friday, December 10, 2004

The Human Story Machine

I’ve always been fascinated by novels and stories. After all, they take you into this magical land where everything is perfect and oh so amazing. So I wondered, wouldn’t it be amazing if I could create my own magical land, where the characters are of my choice and they do what I want them to do? With this idea in mind, I wrote my first so called "novel" when I was in 7th standard. I proudly showed my novel, entitled "Adventure Land" to my mom. I’m guessing that either she had great expectations from me as a writer (cuz she’s good at it) or that I’d been bragging about my writing a lot, because she was extremely disappointed with me. She tried her best to motivate me, and told me in her kindest words that Adventure Land should have been actually called "Garbage Land" because it was a total piece of trash.

My amazing writing skills were hence buried in the landfill, for a few years, while I concentrated on other hobbies. In 9th however, I was forced to write for a competition in an hours time (under the threat of being failed in English if I didn’t) and submitted it without even making mummy read it. And lo and behold…the story actually won a prize! My mother was skeptical for a little while, she was sure I had copied it from somewhere. But once I convinced her that it was quite original, she actually – hold your breath, here it comes – praised me!!!

Dan Hurley is commonly known as the Human Story Machine. You give him a topic, and he spits out a story, in 60 seconds!!! He’s written thousands of stories by now, and he still hasn’t stopped. Inspired, I tried writing a split second story, obviously with disastrous results. Not only did I not manage to write it in a minute, it wasn’t really even a story. By the way, the character has been slightly inspired from someone I know, hopefully he won’t mind. However, I shall not cease to try. I decided I’ll post my first story. Comments are welcome.

Everybody knew Xander, and of course everybody liked Xander. How could one not like him? After all, he was just the perfect person. Okay, he could be rude at times, but that was in his nature, surely he was just joking. And look at the positive side, if one could get over the rude comments, one actually got the chance to hang out with Xander.
Who was Xander? Xander was this amazingly cool person, who was great at academics and any extra curricular activities he took up. Not without reason though, he worked hard to achieve his goals, and hard work is always fruitful. He was a favourite with teachers for competitions, and among fellow students for his great voice and talent at playing various instruments. Which girl would not like to go out with a lead guitarist with that amazing voice that every guy craved?
But Xander sighed as he looked at the people around him. There was only one word that came into his mind – fake. He hated fake people. Everybody around him, who he called his friends were fake. Of course he did not realize that they were trying to be more and more like him, he just saw them behaving as somebody they were not.
Obviously, being so popular, Xander had gone out with a few girls, but it had never worked out. In fact, he was going out with a girl right now, he actually liked her a lot, but he knew it wouldn’t last long. For all he knew, he’d probably end up as a sixty year old bachelor, no girl, no teeth, and no great voice.
What Xander doesn’t know is that when he’s 24, he will perform at a friend’s party and among the applauding crowd, he’ll notice a face, one he’d never seen before, but gave him the feeling he’d known it forever. That girl will be like no other girl he’d have met before, she won’t be fussy, she won’t be mean or catty, actually she might not even be pretty. But he will see her and notice her.
Now, I don’t know if they’ll actually be attracted to each other at that instant, my guess is that it’ll take time. They might not even like each other at first, but it’ll happen, and one day they’ll fall madly in love with each other. I do not have the liberty to predict any more details, but I can say one thing with confidence – Xander will not end up as a sixty-year-old bachelor.


Bacchus said...

Hi Shreya.

Good to see you blogging away.

Just a ponder, if either of the two post having anything to do with me, it would give me great pleasure if perhaps one day you could become my biographer, not that I'd need one, but perhaps it'd give you some good, perhaps rubbishy, stuff to write on for your future works as an award winning author.

Hold on a sec. I'm being nice?
I must be drugged.


shreya said...

Hey Bax,
something seems to be wrong with u nowadays, u really have started being nice once in a while. knowing u, one day u will need a biographer, n knowing me i probably will be available...
oh n one more thing, u eat way too much!!!