The Truth

The Truth

Hi everyone! I am 'H'. Today is 13th June 2000. You don't know me but I know every f**king thing about you. You are humans. Earth bound nerds who dominate the world. You are smart thats why you can fly in an airplane. But you aren't smart enough to reach this part of the world. The part that I rule. The part where none of your sh*tty planes have flown over. And if these machines stop working, you can do nothing. You don't know how it feels to fly through the thick air all around.

But I do. Cause I am a bird. I can fly all by myself. And I can fly so high that I can't see anything below me. Have you ever known how it feels to fly into the layer where you see dark skies all around you? Naah how would you know it you helpless creatures.

What? Oh yes I can't swim. Swimming is for stupid fishes and desperate humans. I fly. I agree that I have small wings and am too small to go on long flights as there are bigger birds out there. But soon I would be ready to fly high.

How do I know this much? Well did I tell you I am a child prodigy? Oh I forgot. Well, you know I am gifted. I don't hang out with other birds. They are crazy and understand very little of what I say. I am unique and one day I would fly off to a place where I find some creature with at least half my IQ. Oh ya the gift. You know I can read anything. Yes you heard it right. I can read, give me a book and I can learn the language and read it in a day. I know this because when I was a small kid, I found this book that I always keep with myself. I understand everything thats there in the book. I even understand your goddamned anatomy, the devices you have made, birds, fishes rather almost everything about this world. The book is like a bible. I have the gift of IQ and tool of education. I am the most intelligent bird ever. And others don't understand me. But who cares, I don't need them.

'H' pressed the stop button of digital voice recorder with his mouth and looked around his nest. He was sure that no other bird had ever built a nest like that and no other would ever be able to do that. There was a wall clock, a piece of soft cloth for bed, an empty glass box that he knew was a fish tank, a mirror and a book signed by 'G' as "A small gift from me" on its cover.

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Hi everyone! Today is 13th June 2004. I have a good news to share. I think I am big enough for the flight of my life. I am sick and tired of this retard place and want to go to some place where I can find intelligent creatures, maybe humans. Today I would fly on the highest layer of sky... What? oh I know the sky is endless you moron, I just want to fly high enough to see clearly, perhaps atmosphere would be much clearer there. I am sick and tired of this thick vision-blurring air around here. I also wish to fly to a place where it rains. I have never seen it rain. Its always been either a huge blurred ball of fire, a dark starless sky or a weird turbulence that others call storm. I doubt it. Storms gotta have rain, wind and clouds. Buts its so hazy here that I never see clouds. Anyways, I may not get back, if there is any other intelligent bird around who has enough brains to play this, then do come for me, I am flying towards north.

'H' pressed the stop button of digital voice recorder with his mouth and took a flight straight up in the sky towards sun. All the others looked at him in an awe. Noone had ever dared to go that up in the sky for some reason that 'H' could never comprehend. And noone ever tried to explain it to him, he was too mean to talk to. As he kept ascending he started feeling lighter. He was right about atmosphere being light and clearer with height. He smiled an appreciation for himself and took an even forceful flight upwards. The blur around the sun was slowly vanishing and the sun was growing smaller with more perfect boundaries. And suddenly he crossed the surface...

...of sky???

What the hell is this. Did I just cross a boundary beyond the sky? Why am I choking? Why cant I fly higher? Am I dead? Is this after-life.

It was evening by that time. Sun had painted the evening sky orange. 'H' could see everything clearly. In no time, dark clouds surrounded the sky and it started raining. The whole scene looked like the picture from page number 762 of the book.

Its a thunderstorm.

H kept popping out of the surface to feel the rain and wash out all his beliefs.

The belief that environment was thick and hazy near ground...

The belief that it never rained there...

The belief that he knew more than everyone around him...

The belief that he knew a lot about fishes...

The belief that he was... a bird

'H' sank into water. He stopped waving his fins. He stopped swallowing water to let out of his gills. His eyer were low as he descended into the deep ocean. He fell into the deepest bed of the ocean and made no effort to come out of it. Other fishes spotted him and carried him back to his fish-nest. He moved slowly and slided into the old fish tank he had in his room . His eyes were fixed at the book on the other side of the glass that had defines his pride, dreams and life. The book that told him he was a bird. The book that was fine printed in with laminated pages signed on the cover by 'G'.

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Hi everyone! I am 'G'. Today is 13th June 1983. You don't know me and heck you don't need to. Everyone needs a dose of fun and so do I. So here's what I have done. I have printed this encyclopedia and made one silly change. I replaced all the pictures of birds with fishes. You know I love to create confusion and chaos. Lets see if this unique book can do it or not.

'G' switched off the digital voice recorder, signed on the cover of the book and threw them both out of the window. The book flew open with pages flipping through the air and landed into a boat in a truck parked outside the road. The voice recorder fell just in front of a man walking towards the truck. He looked around and up, picked up the voice recorder and jumped into the driving seat.

Next evening, somewhere in the city, a newspaper lying on an old wooden table besides a cup of coffee and old pair of glasses read in the last few inches area of eighth column...

"Boat sinks, all 4 fishermen die".