Pranav's Creativity

Luke was tiptoeing. Stealthily, he walked out of the cleaner's closet. Bright yellow boards screamed for his attention, as he turned a corner, now standing in a corridor adjoining the main concourse of the Mall. At the other end, people thronged, obliviously milling about, dull minds chattering noisily. Luke then remembered the hammer in his hands, its head dripping with angry splotches of blood. The boy cursed himself. Opening a random cupboard, he stashed the hammer behind a white cement tube and closed the door. The object, with its air of untold secrets, disappeared into gloomy haziness. The bare tube lights lining the ceiling suffused Luke’s cheeks, giving him a doll-like appearance. Unashamed advertisements - unnaturally happy models worshipping and adoring small plastic bottles, and ‘Great Deals!, 70% Off’ - savagely brayed for anyone’s interest, lapping up even the tiniest of glances with a ferocity that shocked. But that was not why Luke was here. Actually, to be quite tr...

Introduction A few centuries after the concept of Man came into being, an exclusive sect of beings emerged into existence. Elusive, and fiercely secretive, this group diverged from the normal rules that bound a nation and its people, and invented and discovered cultural practices unknown to the wider community. The nature of this group is as peculiar as its name. Those of this sect are born into their group, and as people in their group call it, born Rajeshes. In 1975, in a joint conference held in Glasgow, Scotland, I first heard of this secret Society. I had access to a few key pieces of evidence, and I was, fortunately, in the partnership of a well-read Scholar of that time, and there was nothing that dispelled me from believing that Rajeshes existed. Peculiar as it may be to most, the lives they lead are curiously intriguing, and all that follows below are second-hand experiences of true events and beliefs. Mysteriously, only about 20% of all Rajeshes know of their identity...