I’m back from the dead! Or well, at least to me, it seems like that.
(This is going to be a deviation from my usual to the point posts, so you chose to read the rambling that follows, okay? I hope I make myself clear.)
Let me deal with all that I missed, nevermind the fact that I just barely stumbled out of finishing Boards before rushing to finish registering for CLAT and starting the preparations for cracking the same. (which also reminds me that I just learned how thoroughly I detest paperwork. Add to that how I ironically aim to throw myself into an administrative framework for a career. The Indian Foreign Service, with any luck.)
Ahem, before I completely forget about what I was going to say, back to where I started.
First, thank you all for your good wishes. With God’s grace, I have done well in my examinations. Now, I have been fortunate enough to be awarded by the very astute Supernick at The Devil’s Workshop. The Overlord, of all things! To the awarder, I cannot thank you enough. I only hope I live up to all the praises.
My only contention is that I’m not eligible to pass on the award, mainly because I haven’t been stalking enough blogs. Scratch that, I haven’t been commenting as often to strike an acquaintance with most bloggers. So, my followers and all other readers, don’t be surprised if I’m suddenly here, there and everywhere. I should know as a writer that any feedback is appreciated and yet as a reader I hesitate to give the same. None of that anymore. (It will take me sometime to catch up with reading, of course)
There, that’s done, what I had to say has been conveyed. Onto the part that will finally end the tiresome rant, I believe.
What I could all manage was a dismally short Inception fanfiction (my current obsession and I do have a tendency to randomly obsess myself with things, the predecessor to this wonderful movie being Big Bang Theory.) The reason I’m choosing to post it here is a hopefully not-in-vain attempt to garner more feedback than what I got on Fanfiction. Without spoiling it further, all I would add is that it’s written from Eames’ perspective.
Now I should really let my writing do the talking here.
He watches Fischer open the safe and spot the will, only to remove the pinwheel – their key to extraction – lying beneath.
It was done. The job was completed, successfully. He continues to watch impassively the scene play out between father and son.
Emotions. Sentiments. Feelings. So very captivating and more often than not the purpose of existence for majority of people.
To him, they were simply convenient.
An emotional block could easily turn out to be an insurmountable maze for a person of his profession but it was the very base for his deceptions as a forger.
Naturally, he has to get it right, always. In the world of extraction – and now, inception – there are no second chances.
It is at such times when he muses upon his ability to decipher the emotional strength of his subject from a perspective that allows no such indulgence on his part.
He only has to remember Dominic Cobb to be reminded of what attachments and even possessiveness can do to one’s subconscious.
(He would be lying if he claimed he knew the story. But it is not difficult to piece it together.)
It is almost strange, what love and fear – the two sentiments that comprise everything that could possibly dictate one’s actions – can do to people. It is those feelings that manipulates every single time, always choosing to disregard the thought that he could be dealt with in the same manner.
Of course, he is no less immune; time will tell. No less immune than that stick-in-the-mud Arthur, with his seemingly subtle preference for Ariadne.
They had all gone to extraordinary lengths to cultivate the veil of professionalism and detachment to keep them from falling apart every single time they took on a job.
How long till it stopped working? He, despite his laconic, devil-may-care attitude, always comes face to face with that question.
The ignored thought still remains hanging: how long till he loses his grip on reality?
(After all, everyone is entitled to their share of self-doubts.)
But his mind quickly clears when the kick sets in and with a last look at his surroundings…the dream world, he undoubtedly knew of the one certainty he shares with everyone on the team (even Cobb, despite it being his last job)
He would be loath to leave it.