A Fishing Trip

March 21, 1985.

8:00PM

TODAY WAS ONE OF THE BEST DAYS OF MY LIFE!!!!

Dad finally got the time to take me fishing!

We set out really early, even Mom wasn't awake yet. Dad made sandwiches. I packed all the fishing gear and stuff. We drove for about 4 hours till we were really far from the city. Then after an exit, we drove through the pothole filled country road. We stopped near a field and dad said we had to hike. So, we hiked for 2 hours till we finally reached our spot, a vast, beautiful lake that stretched further than the eye could see, surrounded by hills and mangroves and contained about every kind of freshwater fish species. Dad kept this small boat tied to the pier, which we used whenever we came here. I'm not trying to boast, but though it took longer than usual, today's was the best catch that we ever had!

We returned home with our bounty and were excited to see the look on Mom's face, instead, she was all teary, her face full of worry. We sat her down, gave her a glass of water and when we thought she had calmed down, I showed her the pictures we took during the trip. But she caught me by the shoulders and shouted, "Sammy, please! Listen to me. Don't make this any harder on yourself!" I still don't know what she's talking about. I think she's losing her mind. Dad's really worried. But he's been very busy with his work lately and hardly comes home. And when he does, Mom doesn't want to talk to him. It's been like this for a while now, a year and a half to be exact. Mom's always very sad and moody, even when me and Dad try to cheer her up. People keep visiting our house when Dad's away.

I hope everything's okay between my Mom and Dad. And. And I really hope people stop saying that my Dad's dead. I hope that they stop telling me to let go.

A.N.   There were page long descriptions of their fishing trips in the diary and stuck to one of the pages was an old faded photograph dated March 21 ,1985, of Sammy holding a giant fish in one hand and the other hand wrapping around thin air.

The Silent Guardian

Darkness, My Old Friend,

How long has it been,

Since you've accepted me as your own?

How long has it been,

Since you've let me embrace your dark powers?

Its true that I owe my life to you,

It's true that you're my strongest ally,

For Many a times have you aided my escape,

Many a times have you let me dodge my fate.

They tend to fear me because they naturally fear you,

For my name has become synonymous with your own.

But I feel that my affiliation with you has begun to take it's toll,

For there are times that I've felt my skin burn in the sunlight,

There have been days that I've spent loathing the daylight.

Is it just an illusion? Or am I turning into a creature of the dark?

Some say that I'm a monster, a being from the void,

An entity without a conscience,

A creature without a soul.

But for some, I'm a saviour, a

Samaritan who doesnot wish to be named,

A force of darkness, that cannot be tamed.

They say that I'm bulletproof, manipulating the shadows and vanishing into the night.

As they struggle to hold their nerves, with all their might.

But little do they know about the powers of the darkness,

Little do they know about the evil that lurks.

For it was the darkness that gave birth to my vengeance,

And it was darkness itself that has assisted my cause.

And as long as I have even a single living breath left in me,

I will fight.

I will fight for justice, I will fight for the weak and I will fight for the oppressed.

But do not expect a guardian angel or a knight in shining armor, for my methods are ruthless.

I am the watchful eye of the night, the judge not bound by any laws,

I'm the silent guardian, the unprejudiced protector, the nightmare of the evil heart.

I don't care if you're immortal, invincible or even omnipotent,

If you hold evil intentions against the people I protect, Do Beware,

For I am the Dark Knight, I am Batman.

Hey Girl

Hey Girl, talk to me.

It's ok if you shout, curse or despise,

It's ok if you say I'm stupid and unwise.

It's ok if you think I'm boring and uncanny,

It's ok of you say my jokes aren't so funny.

As long as you're the one speaking,

I think I can take the beating.

So don't be so quiet,

Everything's gonna be alright.

Hey Girl, talk to me.

It's been a few days since that fight,

I plead for a chance to make it right.

A hundred different ways that night could have gone,

I knew you were angry, but all you managed was a frown.

Every molecule of my body yearns your presence,

But without you, my love, my soul has no essence.

There's a hole in my heart that's ready to open,

My demons that were dormant, their chains now broken.

We talked for hours about how we'd grow old together,

Fate had other plans, as my life now hangs by a tether.

So talk to me, My Love,

Before I get the 'call' from above.

This maybe my last autumn evening,

Let your presence give it some meaning,

Hey Girl, talk to me.

An Engineer's Day

Early to bed, Early to rise,

Is one of the problems that arise.

Too much work to be done before bed,

So we decide to do it later instead.

Getting up in the morning is such a pain,

And after getting up I wonder, "What do we gain?"

While the others try their best to hurry up,

We are pretty busy trying not to giddy up!

Sometimes it takes eons waiting for the train,

But otherwise, we gotta run till our ankles sprain.

We get chilled to our bones while standing in the rain,

Too little reward do we get, for going through such pain.

Our day is an excellent epitome,

Of people spending so much time out, that it becomes their second home.

There may be hundreds of people buying clothes at the store,

But if you spot someone dozing off in line, it's one of us for sure!

Dozens of assignments to complete before the dead-line,

But even though we've completed nothing, we say everything's fine.

Make hay while the sun shines, they say,

But it's not an option for us, because, such is the engineer's day!