My name is Varun kethan and I have done a lot of bad things in my life. But now is not the time to regret, now is the time to share my story with you all and make you a part of my thrill-seeking adventure.
I started as a normal guy, a random person whom you wouldn’t even acknowledge. I didn’t want to be that normal person. I needed my share of attention, which technically was a lot.
As I cleared my 12th std, I started dreaming of the college I always wanted to be a part of. But as it turns out, a deadly virus called corona had infected the entire world. As a result, our colleges ceased to close down. Everything was shifted to online mode.
The only medium through which you made real, authentic friends were by seeing them, conversing with them and being in the present with them was out of the picture.
But still, I had hope in my heart and decided to try my best to make friends online. I did make a few friends but that wasn’t something I wanted. The friendship was restricted to notes and other stuff. Few days we even played games online. But then a day came when I realised that in a world with a huge population, I was all alone.
We live in the age of the internet and social media, but in reality, we are becoming empty. All sorts of emotions are now converted into emojis and the confrontation becomes a fake smile. Things are changing and so are we.
The normal routine went on and on. I wasn’t going to go with the flow and so I decided to do something for adventure. The whole day I had a phone and laptop by my side, with full access to anything I wanted.
I decided to launch a site that was a destination for fake tuition and courses. I made a webpage with all sorts of appealing courses and kept the price free. I wanted to see if people would join it or not. In a month I got 9 people in the group. I called them the ‘evil 9’. They seemed serious and as it turned out they were lonely too.
Emotions are a great weapon. Anyone who has access to it can destroy you, and you can’t do anything. The first month went somehow with pirated content for the courses and soon they all realised that it was a fraud. But they didn’t leave it. They were good friends by then and I joined them too. We were a group of 10 people sharing loneliness with each other.
As the days passed, we came closer and closer. Soon secrets were revealed which of course I recorded. Things that should never be said were uttered too. Nobody even realised for a split second how much trouble they were in.
Then my game started, I blackmailed each member of the group. First, they didn’t respond but when threatened to reveal their secrets in front of the wider public, they had to do whatever I said. I was merely appointing them to their tasks.
They weren’t harmful as such. Breaking a few street lights, tampering with someone’s car, putting a closed shop on fire, and killing a few dogs who shouted at night couldn’t be considered harmful. It wasn’t hurting anyone.
When all the group members were under my tight control. I asked them to commit suicide. I also asked them to record it. They did as I said because they couldn’t come out of the trap that I skillfully designed. The thrill you experience when you sit comfortably in your house, seeing someone live commit suicide is the highest pleasure you can get. One by one all 9 evils were dead. And I still hold those recordings as my trophy.
What am I doing now? I am currently searching for my next batch of evils. It can be anyone because everyone is alone nowadays. People usually ask me what went wrong when people started to change during the pandemic. I don’t know about others but I think I can say something about the students.
When you visit a college, there is a sense of belonging. When you converse with people face to face, you start to understand that other person. People aren’t like filters walking by. They are real. Having a phone to study gives you ample distraction. You don’t study because you don’t understand anything and when you don’t understand anything, you move away to things like these.
This pandemic has destroyed a lot of lives but social media is still supporting it making sure that every day someone commits suicide. People are desperate for togetherness and when they don’t get it, evils like me give them comfort just to destroy them later.
No one is responsible for anything until proven and I don’t take the responsibility of forcing them to die. They died the very day they felt alone for the first time. No one comes to you. No friend you met online during this pandemic could be said to be true. And if you think you made real friends then I am closer to you than you realise. I am your closest enemy and I am proud of it.
Till the next time, I wish you the very best for your future, but know this for sure, people like me are near you. And before you sense it, it’s already too late.
My name is Varun kethan and I have done a lot of bad things in my life and now is the time to do a lot more. Be aware guys, beware.
Read out more of my writings and share your thoughts.
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Solo Traveler: A Short Travel Story
Sometimes: A Poem that remained Hidden
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Your stories are so interesting. I feel like I’m right there with the characters. Keep it up!