Wednesday, September 17, 2014

How Much Longer Do You Want To Wait?



"How much longer do you want to wait?"

The boy stared impatiently at the edge of the tall bushes, his feet making nervous taps on the ground. Amongst the prickly leaves a few steps away stood his friend, dressed in green to match his surroundings. He was chewing away at a loaf of bread, his fingers fiddling away at the dozen or so red and white balls that he brought.

After like a minute or so of silence, he responded, his back still facing his friend.

"I don't know. I guess I will keep waiting. And trying. Until something changes I guess." He went back to eating his bread.

The boy who was standing outside sighed in annoyance. If it was up to him, he would have let his friend rot among the bushes holding on to that impossible dream of his. But his conscience wouldn't let him do it. After all, he owed that much to this friend of his.

"You do know that there are other trainers here as well who are after the legendary Pokemon right? Trainers who have much more experience than you, trainers who are more well equipped? I mean, they're using ultra balls for goodness sake. And what you have there? Normal pathetic Pokeballs? You do realize how disadvantaged you are, right?"

The friend in the bush nodded.

"And you do know that you have been defeated twice right by this said Pokemon? Twice! I mean how on earth do you expect this time to be different? Did you change Pokemon or anything? Did you find a stronger team of Pokemon to help you catch this legendary god knows what that you have been waiting so long for?"

The friend shook his head this time. 

"So why on earth are you still waiting for something that you will obviously NOT GET?!"

The boy simply could not understand. To emphasize his point, he folded his arm angrily across his chest. A guy could be stubborn, but not so foolishly stubborn. He believed that the only thing that his friend would get from this attempt of his is disappointment. He had already seen how forlorn his friend looked after the first two failed attempts. And he sincerely believed that there are other Pokemons out there that would be easier to capture than this legend of his. At least he had a fighting chance with those. At least it would not be a waste of time. 

Another few moments of silence past between them. A flock of Pidgeys flew overhead, seemingly trying to give their own opinion in this matter. Finally, his friend spoke.

"I don't know," he began again, this time his voice sounded much more sombre. Serious. "But I guess that there's some feelings that you cannot describe. When I first saw this Pokemon a few weeks ago, fighting off a few wild Tauros, it sparked off something inside me. I fell in love with the way it fought. The way it moved, the grace it exuded, everything about this Pokemon connected to the core of my soul. Never before have I felt such a strange feeling when I saw a Pokemon. I envisioned how we would fight together, train together. We would conquer the Elite Four together. It's as if I have found my perfect partner Pokemon."

The boy wanted to roll his eyes so badly at his friend. Only idiots believed in such things called perfect partners. Pokemons are nothing but fighting tools, or at most pets. If you're slightly crazier, you can call them friends too. But perfect partner? Please. Still he listened on.

"I think the Pokemon must have felt the same way too, because it did give me two chances to capture it. Two chances! While all other trainers have only caught a glimpse of it. It felt that it wanted to see whether I was worthy, and two times I failed the Pokemon. Things that I should have done I did not, and things I should have not done I did. The Pokemon must have felt quite disappointed, I guess, because it stopped appearing altogether after that."

The friend seemed to have sat down at a rock nearby, though he was still hidden partially amongst the leaves.

"And I am well aware that there are others here who are better than me in every single way possible. But that doesn't mean I should throw in the towel right? Besides, the other trainers here want the Pokemon just because they want to manipulate it. Make it do their bidding. But I would want to see myself differently. I want to treat it as how I wanted to be treated as Pokemon. With love, dignity and respect."

The sun must be getting to his friend's head, the boy thought.

"I want to at least try for something I believe in. If I am going to settle for a Pokemon that I think is not my ideal partner just because there are others better than me, and just because I failed twice, that's pretty stupid right? And true, maybe the Pokemon just treats me as nobody right now, but if I am really going to fail, at least I fail knowing that I have tried my best."

"So I am going to wait as long as I need to."


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