It was just another day. But the sun, set.
He looked at the path ahead of him. This hadn’t still got him what he was looking for. Thanks to the mobile telephony, he got to know the other competitors were already basking in glory as they have reached the finishing line.
Shit.
He flopped down on that very ground which was hardly traversed. Alone, in this big goddamn jungle…
At the top of all that, he was touted to be the winning horse, ha, ha, big fucking joke…
He could imagine others laughing at him. Why shouldn’t they, after all it was prime-time entertainment.
Tears trickled down his eyes.
He had prepared the hardest. He knew he had worked hard. But for all his slogging, he hadn’t yet found the finishing line.
All was lost. Some fucking asshole had poured down liquid mercury in his heart, squashing all his hopes and happiness. No, he could not go on.
His phone was buzzing. Yup, it was of his very special friend. He knew what he had to ask,
‘You haven’t reached yet?’ Then adding as an afterthought he would say, ‘We are waiting for you at the finishing line.’
He picked it up. Yah, the guy on the other end had to say the same…
He was a loser…
He had lost…
He was the fucking losing horse…
Then clenching his fist, he got up.
Maybe all was lost. Maybe they were ready to pounce at him at the finishing line. Maybe taunts awaited him. Of course he would be mocked at. But he would still go.
He held his head high. And started walking once again on the road less travelled.
To the finishing line. Towards defeat, and ignominy…
Yup, he was such a loser…
Alienman 