Intellect beyond reason

We were serious students at 20. A step away from tackling the world. Two steps away from making our own money. We had plans for the universe, for the way people thought and behaved. And when we died we thought we would have left a different and better place than the one we were born into.

Since we lived a lot on air we had enough time to shoot the breeze. As we sipped coffees and bit into sandwiches, we talked of living lives unbinding. We insisted on having our own minds, not giving in to social norms.

In came Mr K who pushed us towards our dreams. And laughed at us behind our backs. At a respected 45, married with kids and a couple of published books to his name, he was an authority on creative writing. And we clung to his every word. We were ashamed that Mr K thought us to be unsure and not ready yet to follow our paths. It embarassed us when M came back from sharing his bed one day and said that Mr K has offered to 'pick everybody's cherries.'

"Your friends need to loosen up. I bet they haven't been with any men. It's time they know what life is about. Get them to me and I could help pick their cherries." Exact words that were told to 20 year old M, who was the real writer among us and kept telling us "you need to experience to write."

Thankfully none of us took up his offer to help even though we were in awe of the man.

Now years later, I wonder why we didn't react some more. Why we couldn't stop the man from making such obscene offers all the time. Why we didn't do more than laugh when M narrated it to us. And finally why we didn't confront him and used some muscle power on him, trashing him well.

It infuriates me to think he could be still sleeping around with girls his daughter's age and some naive dumb girl must be waiting for intellect to get tranferred from him to her. But I hope one day there will be someone who will break his nuts before he can pick any cherries.