Friday, October 28, 2005

A Lost Boy: Leader of the Pack

He was four years younger than her, a close friend’s cousin. They always had that sisterly-brotherly bond. She would smile and shake her head whenever she caught him leaning back to get a better look at a girls’ rump. He would smirk at her, widening his eyes with sly embarrassment. The last time she met him was last Christmas at the chalet. Though the surroundings remained familiar, he looked different; his adolescent skin gleamed in the lamp posts’ dim light, his once squeaky voice became gruff with the help of cigarettes, and his murmured quips were saturated with subliminal, sexual connotations. She spotted him towering above his gang, looking seemingly bored with the monotonous scene encircling him. She walked towards him and inquired about his school, his plans, his everything. The two slowly strode together, side by side, as he filled her in about his past adventures. She squatted on a brick bench, observing him inquisitively as he recounted his last visit to Dubai with his older friends and how he entered his so-called manhood during that licentious, four-day trip. Looking down at the dusty grains of earth below her feet, she asked him whether he was considering applying for colleges in the U.S. He stood before her, lit a cigarette, and after taking a long drag, cocked his head toward her and replied, “Why should I? Life is so easy here. My parents don’t know what I’m up to. I’m free to do what I want here.” She pressed her lips together, looked up at him, the boy who was famed for his cunning comebacks and social intelligence. “You’re the eldest person between your siblings. And you’ve had quite a superior secondary education. Don’t you feel that you need to give a little bit back to your parents who’ve put you in a good school?” He chuckled mockingly, “I told you, I have all I want here; girls, cars, disposable money.” She closed her eyes somberly, took a deep breath, and looked at him squarely as she stood up, “I think you’re wasting what you have in here,” she tapped the side of her head, “I know there’s so much more to you.” He snorted and snapped back, “What! You think I’m a disappointment!” She looked back at him with a knowing, mournful gaze before taking a brisk walk back to her home in contemplative silence.

Easy Living

at 6:38 AM


  1. Blogger Nightlegend posted at 6:45 AM  
    is there a sequel?
  2. Blogger Erzulie posted at 7:19 AM  
    Nightlegend: Haha...the sequel is in the now.
  3. Blogger Gigi posted at 10:38 AM  
    Your writing jithabni in this post and I enjoyed reading this, even though I was pained by the boy's actions. These 'lost youth' seem to be increasing...

    Gigi, sadly
  4. Blogger Erzulie posted at 11:15 AM  
    Gigi: Thanks :) And yeah, it's sad...I really don't know what he's upto now...I just hope he's safe and well...
  5. Blogger McArabian posted at 2:03 PM  
    Sheesh. Kids today.
    It's really difficult for me to respect people with no ambition.
  6. Blogger Erzulie posted at 8:25 PM  
    McArabian: I guess. I'm just wondering what spurs this quality of underachievement.
  7. Blogger Sedna posted at 10:31 PM  
    I think a huge percentage of the youth today go through that lost-phase (boys more so than girls). For most it's just a passing phase...Life eventually gives them a harsh slap in the face...and then they change, either to the better or worse. Sadly it's become the norm to take things for granted :(
  8. Blogger Erzulie posted at 11:59 PM  
    Sedna: That's true. But sometimes the 'slap in the face' comes a bit too late.
  9. Blogger LaiaLy_q8 posted at 12:58 AM  
    I actually know a lot of people who think like that. It’s sad when people do not live to be all they can be.
  10. Blogger Erzulie posted at 6:11 AM  
    Laialy: Yeah I know a lot too. They really don't give a damn about anything now, they just live for the moment. That's good when you're on vacation or something, but living every day of your life in that manner is a bit inconsiderate in my opinion.

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