after few days of monotonous studying..having concluded that i dont wanna live that way...i am happy and back to being me..
bedtime reading resumed..."talking with serial killers"... is a poor choice though.. a very disturbing account of deeds of some of the most vicious psychopath murderers...
its not the body of crime...but the criminal mind... the monster hibernating within an apparently normal person..its very disturbing.. the guy next door...one who seems very mature, may in fact have an over controlled personality masking the chaos within..
enough of my ranting..i ll talk about this book some other time..i am just scared... last year i was mountain biking in alps..chatting with strangers..exploring trails on my own...without worrying about encountering any such monster..
in fact i have been night camping n everything..i never experienced fear of any sorts..not even after ritual of storytelling at camp fires...
i once woke up in the middle of the night..with two green eyes staring at me..a list of monsters dead and alive flashed in my mind..then one eye started to swirl away...i looked around.. crispy smells of fleshy stories of a psycho killer and a white saree ghost breaking olympic records for chasing a friend's friend's friend's car on lonely highway, cooked about the fire, were still in air...
i laughed, went back to sleep....glow worms !!
cheers to all scary stories..psychopaths..
and the tradition of storytelling !!
"A need to tell and hear stories is essential to the species Homo sapiens--second in necessity apparently after nourishment and before love and shelter. Millions survive without love or home, almost none in silence; the opposite of silence leads quickly to narrative, and the sound of story is the dominant sound of our lives, from the small accounts of our day's events to the vast incommunicable constructs of psychopaths."