I’m brilliant. Or atleast many people say so. I work the time of the day when there are specs in an otherwise blank sky and rest when my eyes get sensitive and there is that thing in the sky from which all the heat and light seems to come. I have atleast as many dreams as I have legs and that is more than what most of my people can even imagine to think about. I plan to tick my boxes quite regularly and add a few boxes here and there. My today’s box was to get to the tree across the cool solid black river and rest on the other side. The heat thingy was peeping on the horizon and I wanted to finish the day on a high. The journey began with a lot of speculation and talk about no one ever making it across ever, about rolling things, strange sounds and prayers and good byes and tears. But I wasn’t worrying. I was too awesome to be scared. I began and on the way saw a few crushed brothers. All this body count was only raising the height of my podium. You only need to be a big enough hero to be God. I was planning the return journey all the while. People needed to bow to my awesomeness, this was my duty and right at the same time. My mind was playing a background score all this while to accompany this march to greatness. The crescendo was peaking (with visions of people bowing) when something came rolling past with the Doppler effect and everything.
Just when I began to think of stories to fit this incident and trumpet it as a voyage………………….. CRACK! (my exoskeleton) SPLAT!(my fluids) and a few more CRACKS!!’s and SPLAT!!’s ………………..thats how my story would have been if was alive and not crushed by the next rolling thing (humans, I now hear, call it a bicycle). The 1st rolling thing stopped my background score crescendo while the Doppler effect of next wheel ended with the peak killing me. That was the 1st box I had intended to tick. So many dreams for nothing. I would have been sad I guess if I were alive. Or atleast people tell me so. But then dreams only matter to give purpose to life. I’m now neither alive nor need a purpose to be as I am.
-Mr Centipede (not sure when - somewhere mid august 2010)
An obituary to the many poor centipedes that lie crushed on our roads because of all our bicycle traffic.
R.I.P all you hundred legged ones.
