Penned Up Emotion's

I am alone inside the dark cupboard. A thick layer of dust sits on me. All the fluid inside me has dried up. I am 'statue' for all practical purposes.But i am not a statue either. I am still alive. I can still be useful. In the hands of my master i can do many things. There was a time when my master used to use me,take care of me all the time. I am hero, was and still is.Now only in name. I still remember the day when i was picked up my master in the stationary shop.I was his first fountain pen.The very first!The unbridled joy and enthusiasm on his face still makes my day. .He was very young not more than 9 years old at that time.Initially he did not know how to fill the ink.He struggled for quite sometime. At times , his hands(eventually his face),shirt, hair were filled with ink stains. But overtime he mastered it. I was used for his Class work , Home Work, Unit Test, Class Tests, Mid term exam, Final exam and eventually even for the diaries he kept. His day began with me and ended with me. Then as he grew older he was introduced to my evil cousin ball point pen. They are useless bunch i tell you. They –use and throw types don't have a identity. I am pretty sure my master would have thrown loads of them in dustbin. However, those slim so called pens have destroyed our community. We are now relegated to the dark cupboard's. Only recently I heard there was a ad on the TV which involved one of members of the community. I hope the golden age will come back; at least for our community if not for me.

FuturePast!

Ravi was having a hard time sleeping. Infact it had been days since he had a good nap. He did not have any relationship problems, health problems nor anything out of the place in his room.But, Ravi still felt out of place.He felt like he was transported to another world.Infact it was more like one of those old black and white movies. He got up from his bed and went to the Window and looked outside from his 39th floor view. He  could see more than half the city, the place where he was born,grown up and lived all life. Once a view which captured the bustling city life now showed its exact opposite.World was dead outside, not from lack of people but from something else. That something else had been the heart of the civilzation for more than 150 years so much that its end  was unanticipated . Not completely though but still they had not prepared for it. It was always believed that it would last a few more years,few more months, and even in last hopeles hour people were hoping it would last a day. In disbelief of it's end there had been riots.( not the first one  on the same..last 5 years previous to that had witness quite a few).After, some senseless killings it finally dawned upon the humans that fighting,rioting would not get it back.Then, the whole world seemed to have become quite. The world which for ages was big was made small by that thing. The world was now back to it's old size.Distances mattered!.Again it was inconceivable to travel the seas.That something was "Fossil Fuels"..and that had crashed the world of so many peope like Ravi. Everybody had to travel back in time to past!