The Brain Blog

Day 1
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Something terrible had happened. I had no words to describe the predicament after we were intentionally left alone on this uncharted island. All I could picture was the face of that boatman ushering us with his benevolent smile and his sugary words yet beneath all that, lies the hidden layers of malevolence and deceit. How inhumane can one be? Disregarding one so innocent on a god-forsaken place without food, water and shelter was nothing more than a glinting instrument of torture of a cold blooded killer.

Oh dear Diary, It was almost 8. The sky was getting gloomy, the wind; freezing cold I swore I could hear my bones rattle. With only a hint of fire made out of smoldering plants, dried trees and an empty match box, it was only moments away that i shall freeze to death in this little hollow. Hurling the thought of death away, I forced my eyes to a close and drifted off in a dreamless sleep.

Day 2
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It was mid morning and my ears listened out for the clashing cries of street sellers shouting their wares,the travelling musicians with their fiddles, the ballad singers from the club, the clatter of cattle hooves on the cobbles, the happy screams of the children playing at the beach, hurling and shouting to their parents and the row of noises that may break out on every street corner. But this was no longer the ranch I once was as I stumbled back to reality, a reality where the stratosphere was never delightful and that I was still in my cave with my ailing friend Gary sprawled across the earthy cold in need of urgent medication. My train of thoughts ended with a shot of pain as my tummy was groaning wildly. I realized I hadn’t been eating for hours. I was in dire need of food.

Oh Dear Diary, you wouldn’t believe what I had eaten. Raw Shrimp, Pounded red meat which I slaughtered a blameless cow with my bare hands (My unshakable will for food has caused me to lose all sanity) and deep-fried grasshoppers rolled in chestnut tree leaves with salt water sprinkled all over to boot. Gary downed a couple of coconut drinks which I had plucked. Hang in there my ol’ chap. Help will come. Soon enough.

Day 3
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Something didn’t feel right. It must had been the food.  My pot was squeaking in agony. I couldn’t breath properly. It must have been the grasshoppers. Oh Dear Diary,not even word can describe the excruciating pain. My body overwhelmed with coldness, my foreheads sweaty as ever as I was going into a state of shock. I dropped onto the soft sand with only the sun washing against my face like a mother’s love. Gary was out cold. I couldn’t tell if he was alive neither could I tell mine. My system was in total lock-down as I await for the final moments of my life picturing the image of the boatman who had abandoned us. How I detest that man. If he were here, I’d take a swing at his thin cone head with my shovel. Let him enjoy the fruits of his own treachery. I closed my eyes for an instant, ridding off those images from my head. I didn’t want to die with a mind full of retribution. The bell of death has begun its toll, I could hear the sound of it clanging it the distance. I looked up into the sky for the last time thinking all the sweet memories I have had before my smile could stop. Gushing wind washed against my face like a hurricane approaching. It was mighty strong and stronger. I didn’t realize the call of death was this cold, this breezy. It was welcoming. With some energy left in me, I tilted my head downward to witness the surrounding. A huge machinery in shape of a foot-long sausage with giant propeller was hanging in the air. Wondering if it was the transport of death, I was dead wrong. Sooner or later I realized, it was a chopper coming to our rescue!

Oh dear Diary, We are saved! God Bless our Souls. Gary received the medical attention he needed and now he’s as healthy as a bee and I can finally sign off this entry with these last words : GLAD TO BE STILL ALIVED!

PS: Boatman was apprehended by local authorities early morning. It’s on the headlines! HOORAH!

Exhibit 1 : On the Island before Realizing we were Abandoned!

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Exhibit 2 : Take a good look at that boatman right there! The guy who almost got us killed.

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Exhibit 3 : Desperate Times Call for desperate Measures.

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Exhibit 4 : Moments before this cow became my all-time meal!

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Exhibit 5 : Pounding RAW Meat!

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Exhibit 6 : At this point of time, I have lost all sanity.

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Exhibit 7 : Chopper Arrives. We was on the brink of death!

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Exhibit 8 : Reunite with our close friends back at office. Home Sweet Home.