One Forever: The Odyssey of Sayden

For living beings, imagination and evolution are two important aptitudes which could decide their very existence. While existence itself is nothing but a sort of energy or a riddle that can't be understood by the consciousness of a mortal. In the end, we have to imagine the things that can't be understood by our conscious mind but subconscious mind. Don't get confused. Though most of our daily activities are done with the help of our conscious mind, the subconscious mind always pulls the strings from behind. That's why it has all the memories which came to our conscious mind sometimes, subconsciously. But it is not reliable always. Resultant, we try to remember things in our conscious mind to keep our memories close to our conscious. Sigh! Unfortunately, After reincarnating in an otherworld, I lost the most important memory of my previous life. I am sure that it is somewhere in my subconscious mind but my conscious mind can't access it. It is a memory of a day. Then why is it important? Because I died that day when I was on Earth. I am Sayden: One Who is indomitable forever. And my life is an odyssey!! ... “I don't remember my death day but I remember the day before my death, very clearly," Sayden said from the background of the story. ... August 17, 2022. World's Name: Earth-C Arjun International School of India country. In a class at Arjun International School. “Good morning, Suman!" “Morning, Riya!" “Ravi, we are going to the park near Aman's house today. Are you coming?" “No, Aman's house is too far from my house. I am not coming." “Hey, have you seen the new volume of the Indian Pyramid? It is awesome." “Nah! Comic books are so expensive." “Moron, I read it online. There are websites for reading and downloading comics. They are hundred percent free there." The students of seventh grade were chatting freely since there were still 20 minutes left before prayer started. They were the students of class A in seventh grade which meant they were the best students in seventh grade. India was the seventh largest country on planet Earth. This story is actually about an Indian boy from Jaipur city which was also known as “Pink City". He will make his entry soon. If you are wise enough then you know who “he" is. The kids from earlier were from a private school—Arjun International School. Despite its name, it didn't have anything remarkable. There weren't even cameras in classrooms. The restrooms for girls and teachers were good enough. But boys' restroom... “Hey, don't peep at my “jumbo", you pervert!" “Haha! Jumbo? Even a dog's jumbo is bigger than yours." “Ha! How do you know?" “About that..." Two boys were chatting while peeing. The restroom for boys on the ground floor was roofless. It was made of four feet tall walls only. Oh, I forgot to mention that Arjun International School had two buildings—the main building and the building of labs—which were not much old. The main building was four-storeyed. It had one underground floor too. It wasn't like that there was no proper restroom for the male students from the ground floor. But the roofless restroom was the most popular one in this school, at least for boys who liked peeing there. Sigh! Boys will be boys. We, boys, always do outstanding things. Yeah, I am a boy too. I am the storyteller here. For now, let me keep my identity a secret. Oh! Don't mistake me as a sexist. I am just saying that we boys do outstanding things. But most of them are outstanding only to us. So I am not saying that others aren't better than us. So the roofless restroom was popular among boys. The first reason, the boys loved to pee in open places. Though the prime minister of India had restricted people from taking a s**t and pissing in open areas, there are always some outliers who go against the system. Indian boys were experts in this field, they made rules according to their comfort. After all, flexibility is necessary for a system sometimes. Too much restriction could create chaos. But we all know that using a clean and organized restroom is good for us and nature. The second reason, peeing under the sky was imprinted in the genes of boys. Hahaha! It could not be helped. This is why boys are out-standing. Oh, it seems that the time has come. At the main gate of the school, a fancy black car stopped. Thud! With a light push, a teenage boy in school uniform came out of the car. He was wearing a white shirt and black pants. There was a black tie on his neck. He had a handsome face with a stylish hairstyle of a famous footballer. tot! tot! tot! [Author's Note: I don't know the sound of walking. So I just made up one with my power of imagination.] His shoes were making sounds with his every step. “He is coming! He is coming!" Someone screamed from a distance. The handsome boy glanced back for a moment and focused ahead again. Because all he saw was that a boy was running with a shoulder bag while spouting nonsense. ‘Moron! He is shouting as if that miscreant is coming. He is running while looking at the path. He will surely get hurt. Well, why should I care?' The handsome boy thought in his mind. ‘But I don't understand why he never gets suspended. Does he own this school?' The handsome boy thought in his mind. The handsome boy mentioned a boy as a miscreant. Beware, my beholders... Obviously, I am talking about you guys. “Hey, can't you hear me? He is coming?" The handsome boy heard the voice of the boy who was screaming again. “Who?" The handsome boy turned back slightly while walking, he was a little annoyed. Bam! “Ah!" The handsome boy got pushed by the boy who was screaming. He felt on the pathway, he slipped on his knees for some inches. Resultant, the handsome boy felt a hot pain in his knees. “Me, moron!" The screaming boy said in a playful voice while running towards the main building of the school. The handsome boy was about to fight the boy who pushed him. But the moment he recognized the screaming boy, his body jolted with fear. He didn't even dare to speak. ‘Damn! Why did the day start with his face out of all the people?' The handsome boy cried in his heart though. And here comes the focus point of this story-- “Yep! I am Sanjay. I don't use my foster father's surname because my parents left me when I was an infant. So I don't want anyone's love since I didn't get love from my biological parents. That's all I want to say." Sanjay said. He stopped running and gave you people his introduction while looking at you. Then he bolted towards the main building again. He was a twelve years old Indian boy with brown skin and an average look. Right, Sanjay was the so-called miscreant of school. He was the villain in the eyes of his victims. How funny! He was a villain to his victims only. Doesn't it mean that a so-called villain is a bad person only when we get to know the sins committed by him or her? A villain could be a hero of his own story. Even if he could not be a hero. He could be at least the protagonist. In this odyssey, Sanjay is the protagonist with his villainess personality. I know he is a freak. He is a complete freak. But unfortunately, he is the protagonist of this story. That's why the title of this story... Ah! Forget it. Let's see, what did he do that day? I mean, I am describing a fragment of the past. Past of Sanjay. To understand him, I will show you every important moment of his life. So it was 17th August of the year 2022. Sanjay died on 18th August according to his imagination. In the class of seventh grade. Suman, the most beautiful girl in the class, suddenly felt a chill running down her spine. “What happened, Suman? Are you not feeling well?" Riya, Suman's bestie, asked with a worried face. “I don't know why, but I am feeling very bad. As if something that is very ominous, getting closer." Suman said with uncertainty. Bam! Ah! Suman and Riya got startled and screamed simultaneously, even their heartbeat increased instantly. “Hey, shop of beauty, nice morning!" Sanjay said to Suman while ripping the class timetable off the door. ‘I should have guessed he was coming.' Suman thought in her mind while sighing in an obvious manner. She did not have a good impression of Sanjay, but unlike others, she wasn't afraid of him. “That's--that's the timetable of our class. Maths' teacher won't like it." Riya said, he was hiding her fear by using the threat of the teacher. But Sanjay wasn't an i***t who caused trouble without thinking. Sanjay looked at Riya and made a sorry face. Then he went towards his domain, the last left table of the class. From his seat, he threw a paper-made ball that fell into the small dustbin from the corner that was parallel to the corner which was behind him. He threw the chart he ripped off from the class's door. Being a backbencher didn't make him a bad boy. He just didn't want to get the attention of others. “He is too much. I am going to complain about him no matter what." Riya bemoaned in a low voice. Suman shook her head, “You won't do anything. Class-teacher sent an email last night, our schedule has changed. Sanjay only removed the previous chart." Riya stared at Suman for a while and admitted that Suman was right. She forgot about the new timetable. The other students didn't bother with this small matter. They all knew how twisted Sanjay was. He may look like an i***t when he was quiet. But he was actually... A genius? No. But insanely smart.