Fiction



He was not nameless, but he does not have a name in this story. After all, why a faceless person should have a name? So, can a nameless and faceless person have a story? Fortunately yes, he had a name and face before this story started, but he first lost his face and then the name.

Just like me who writes this story or you, who read this, he also began his apprenticeship as a kid on this planet. As a kid, he enjoyed the beauty and tranquility of the 80's and he was loved equally by mother and mother nature. He was scared of the little thing which talked back to him in different familiar voices and he was astonished to see how people got in to the small box in the living room. For a good part of his childhood, he was more friends with his dad's bike than anything else.

At school, everyday was a surprise, mostly bad as he always forgot one or other homework. Some teachers thought that he is cute and some others as a waste of their time and energy. He was not friends with everyone, but whoever was a friend of him then, remained a friend.

Someone with an above average IQ, he managed his grades to progress his way up and then he turned to an ugly teenager, according to him. I know ugly is a relative term and I hate to call someone so and as this is his story, I have to do justice to him. School was more of a peer pressure centre and he was confused between an adult and a kid, while a lot of his counterparts has already adapted an adult's life. He couldn't stand smoke, somehow he did not like the idea of drinking for fun and was too shy to hit on girls. So, barring a few sympathisers, he was a loner among the 'wild' teenagers.

His mom always wanted him to graduate from that top engineering school, so he got in to one. He tried to mix up with the world outside his own world, he pretended that life is 'cool' but deep inside, he knew that the kid who was excited to touch his dad's bike is still alive and as long as he is alive, he cannot pretend to catch up with the fast paced world. He was not an introvert, he just did not have a lot of people to talk his heart out.

With a lot of struggle and more conditioned to conditioning, he became an engineer. He was not happy that he survived four year in the college. Realizing that survival would now be an everyday issue in lieu of the hectic pay pack offered during the campus placement, made him further disappointed.

All this while, the real world was waiting outside for him. He looked around, 11 year old with mobile phones, 12 year old with boyfriends, 13 year old kids with drug addiction and 15 year and pregnant all around.

Oh, there is no twist and turns in this story, it is as straight as an Utopian dog's tail. Our nameless protagonist took up that job, wishing that he would make the planet a beautiful place, some day.

In a world made of bricks of fakeness, he had to fake smiles and happiness. In the process of keeping everyone happy, he lost his face and had to wear a mask of satisfaction. The faceless man is somewhere, sitting in front of his computer and wishing that he could make the  the world will be a better place, some day.

I know, this fiction belongs to you and me.
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