Sunday 4 October 2015

The lying Stones

   "What the fuck is this", Yazhini was screaming at her friends while seeing one of the ancient mysteries of the world, the Stonehenge. Her friends also couldn't get the rationale for making this haphazard structure as one of the  greatest civilization remains in the world.

   "This is what they call as one of the 'Prides of England'?, Crazy English People", Yazhini was laughing in a more sarcastic manner. They couldn't simply understand why a million people throng to this site every year. They felt they were duped. They couldn't digest the fact, that some stones which arguably didn't have any structure and have to be considered with an artistic value.

 

   Still the mysteries surrounding the stones are not yet resolved. Some of them are like, how the stones were carried from welsh mountains to the current place and what purpose that ruined structure exactly served. "But, So what? If some thing is unknown, should we have to assume that it is a great thing. That is insane.", Yazhini was arguing with herself. If these 20 to 30 stones structure is considered to be one of the great prides of mankind then the structures in her home country should be considered as the best.
 
   She came from a place of rich ancient culture and in that case, everyone in the world has their own culture and whether the culture is rich or low depends on the man totally who sees them. If the same kind of stones were there in her home country, will it get the same attention as that of now? The answer is fucking No. In her home country also, thousands of stones are there but each with rich artistic value of their own. "Art lies at the hands of the Artist", Yazhini was mumbling through her 2nd round of drinks. "What? What?", her friends asked. "They say that 'Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder' but actually 'We see the art from the eyes of the creator. It is as if we are manipulated by the artist'", Yazhini's eyes were shining  through the bonfire. "Oh! Oh! We have some philosopher ass also here. So Nitya you tell me "If you see the dick of your boyfriend, What do you think?", everyone laughed their hearts out.

      "I feel the English lacks artistic sense and look at the way they market this place around the world. They are the kings in manipulating the minds of the people", Yazhini told in a very languid and sarcastic manner. "Watch out your tongue. You are on the same land", one of her friends spiked the venom in her glass of anger. "So what? Do you think we should accept all the non sense of these so called highly cultured people. You can call me a hypocrite. You know what, if I am a bitch, I will not open my legs for these primitive and retarded people", Yazhini told cheerfully. "And what is that exactly called, Professional ethics", her friends making merry with her and she is also getting into the lighter mood.

   "And Churchill was calling us the primitives. Poor Churchill was not aware of our artistic values. Long live the glory of Churchill and the Crown." And they rise their glasses for the final time of that night and telling cheers "To the Stones".