I suppose it is wise that I state my purpose here after all. Nin was using me as a study

case for a new book she was writing. Mr. Kit said to Mr. Joyce, 'You know you're an

old family friend, it's the reason I can bear seeing him, but God help me, if it wasn't

for our brotherhood I'd have that, 'pointing derogatorily at me,' out of here. '

It seems as though you can't be present in society here without a proper cohesive

purpose. Quite the cardinal sin, it is, to exist without a name, nationality, religious or

most importantly, career tag. Nin believed with all her heart that our time together

would instigate within me the urge to discover who I was. You see, I actually did

possess the greatest advantage of all: to be free. To learn and grow on my own, and

possibly put my flâneurism to good use, by achieving what had now become truly

archaic: choosing what I wanted to be myself, for myself. And that also made me a

serious threat, which the eliteratti tried to kill by making me afraid. It is as Toni

Morrison said in Jazz, “hurt was better than fear”. To be afraid was to be weak and

unable to take action. Bruises and wounds were a testament to the trials endured in

that journey.

Jeter had been waiting for me by his mansion's main door. He stood there with his

crossed arms and one leg triangulated against the wall, face down. Evidently, he was

contemplating something. Since, I was living in the back shed of Jeter's mansion, it

was important to get the voice confirmation of one of the residents to open up. So I

asked him:

'Hey, I think I'll retire to my shed-room. Nin is busy, not around, don't think I'm

wanted at the - '

'The way father treats you is not fair,' he spoke quietly whilst still looking down.

'Aw, c'mon now Jeter ...' I said, 'you and me both know there is nothing new about

that. '

'Yeah, but it isn't any excuse for what's right. I get so frustrated thinkin 'bout all

this ya know? ' he undid his crossed arms and looked me straight in the face, 'he'd do

that to his own son. He'd turn me out if he found out about my non-biological love. '

'But he didn't turn me out. I'm still here. ' My raised eyebrows, unaffected eyes and

crooked lips indicated how unnecessary all these fears were. At least fears that were

not going to produce something positive.

'Word to the wise, Jeter,' I continued, 'it's time you stop oppressing yourself so

much. I know reasoning with the eliteratti isn't going to solve anything. But if we can

just go and possibly get a miscellaneous into your world - consider yourself part of

this generation's greatest revolution. '

And with that, I patted him softly on the shoulder and walked into the mansion.

There is another part of Silverns town, which not surprisingly, caters to the strata of

society that was unfortunately born looking 'inferior'. Their career-bodies were not

included in the big fat book of 'Ruling' that was crafted by the eliteratti, of the

eliteratti, for the eliteratti. It was the great big bible of the town and lawmakers

utilized each and every word within it to thoroughly ensure that the rules were fair and

nonbiased. But of course in a place where looks are directly proportional to the

sentiment that you are an extension of divinity and by some right, a proprietor of the

natural order that even the time periods succeeding the renaissance discontinued, all

those laws and rules only adhere to the further glorification of the self proclaimed,

absolutely nothing to do with biological means, eliteratti. When will man understand

that supremacy is simply a man made construct - to not play the hand of God.

It would be a while before Silverns, came to terms, albeit a small portion of it, with

this overly “radical” idea. But then again racial bigotry and partisanship could never

be eradicated so quickly, it is as they say, “Rome wasn't built in a day” or something

like that. Either way, if you are successful in changing the mind set of even a single

person, you have accomplished a feat that is greater than you will ever know. And

look at me, first day on the job as a nonqualified circus master, and I take on the task

of training the lion. I'll be convincing Mr. Kit.

There has to be some way to show the eliteratti the flaw in the entire system ... that

there is never any victor based on genetics or the way one is perceived to look like. It

is a construct of society. We are all essentially weak, until we use our strengths to

benefit the world or provide meaning, which exists everywhere. And there are people

like myself who look like nothing, who is to say there will never be a place for a

reject such as myself? My purpose is to ensure that my father has what he wishes for.

He will get a chance to prove himself and it will not be denied to him based on what

he looks like. No. No. No.

What method can I adopt to make it? Would it be better if I went to the supreme

justice, of course it won't be just myself, I could get a giant petition from the entire

neglected half of Silverns. I'm going to run this by Jeter, Nin and Harris. They could

accompany me to get as many signatures as we can possibly amalgamate and show it

to the supreme, and it will be dedicated to the one and only Mr. Kit. Easily, I say

easily, we could get away with it, considering not only my friends' (I am in a position

to call them that, right) contacts and skills, and if for instance this was to come to any

eliteratti's notice, Nin could say it was all for her new book.

Without wasting any time, I went directly to Harris's bedroom where Jeter and Nin

would often go and just binge drink on lassi - this massively refreshing yoghurt, salt

water and ice combination. And ... I was right. Hey friends.

'Well, kamas kam it's an adventure for all of us,' Harris spoke after a good, long,

hard tenure of two minutes was over post my narrated ideas, and Jeter's widened eyes

settled down a bit.

'Kamas kam ...' I was dragging the last word into a question.

'It means at least in Urdu,' Nin, my guide for this multilingual Silverns town

translated for me.

'So guys, why don't you kick your escaping skills up a notch?' I added.

'It's just that the entire possibility of entering the town of the miscellaneous ... is

quite riveting, 'Jeter said finally,' but it's scary. We'll be raising a lot of eyebrows

and who is to say we'd be welcome there? Wouldn't they have some kind of prejudice

against us even though we mean them no harm? '

Since Jeter was naturally inclined towards imagination and the arts, he fantasized

about all their possible encounters and that made him nervous. So he began pacing up

and down the room, wringing his hands together. But, also being the oldest, he had a

certain kind of grounding, constantly thinking about ways to consolidate their safety -

he was a sky full of stars in a little pen he slated with his own consciousness.

'Oh Jeter, it will be lovely! I'll say it's all part of the feature I'm working on, 'Nin

replied enthusiastically, 'but we will tell all the miscellaneous folk what it really is

that we're there for. Let them all be a part of this great big move. ' Honestly, her smile

and genuine optimism for my plan gives me immense happiness.

'Haan tou, when are we going to start?' Harris leaned back on his stretchable chair

while fingering his great big Shakespearian (or rather, biological) skull figure.

'I say, first thing tomorrow morning. Pack some cash, will ya? ' I added cheekily,

'them transport's gonna cost some dough.'

Harris got up and began rearranging some of his books, then he added, 'Abu expects

me to top in the upcoming MCAT exam, so I'm not going to skip on any study hours,

haina? '

'Oh gosh, no, you will not,' Nin exclaimed with a quick flip of her hand, 'we all

need to get back for school! It'll be something we do in our afterhours, right? ' she

looked at me for an affirmative.

'Right,' I said.

It was a pretty standard plan. Though this was the first time for the eliteratti to

venture beyond their known spheres of life, it was the biggest adventure they could

ever dream of ... and if there is one thing that is certain about this group, it is that they

have an inclination towards all things adventure.

'Oooh, I just hope convincing mother and father won't be a hard task!' Nin cooed

whilst crossing her legs on Harris's leopard skin furry rug.

'They are going to flip,' Harris spoke robotically, 'suppose you all already know that

but I'll also pretend I'm new to this optimistic game, 'he added in a total take no

rubbish sort of manner.

'At best, we'll get a chaperone,' Jeter said in his low, husky voice.

I raised my hand, but the three friends' combined, and surprisingly synchronized

raised eyebrow look, hushed all thoughts of going ahead with the idea of ​​ME as their

chaperone. Silly. Silly.

'We'll check it out in the morning,' Jeter ended the night's conversation on a note of

finality as he then did a little salute, yawned while picking up his cell phone, and left

the room.

Harris yelled at him, 'When are we going to ask them?'

Jeter's sleepy 'Morning' echoed back.

So after that, we got up and left. Harris in a total nonchalant manner picked up one

of his books and began to read.

'Har, it's about to be three, sleep!' Nin exclaimed in a shocked manner - though

even I can tell how completely normal that is for him by now.

His 'mm-hmm-ing' was also perfectly normal.

Normal.

Nin and I walked out of his room together, while she silently shut Harris's door

behind us.

'So see you tomorrow then,' she whispered almost, drowsily, as sleepiness kicked in,

'no more being slaves to the weak.' She smiled and then trailed off.

'Good night, Nin,' I said back, 'no more being slaves to the weak, indeed.'