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CRIMES AND MYSTERIES

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AMBER BLUE

Better said Jughead Jones,” life is not an Agatha Christie novel, it’s a lot messier.”

In the labyrinth of lies and among the chaos of sins ,happens the plethora of crimes when blood is no longer an excuse of bond, rather a mere lust, when greed becomes cynical and the hatred is ever more enthralling, when revenge haunts the nights- the darker part of us , that we are not so well acquainted with somehow escort us to the void of darkness.

My lust for mysteries started with Agatha Christie’s ‘ MURDER OF RODGER ACKROYD’, then followed ‘ABC MURDERS’ , ‘MURDER IN THE ORIENT EXPRESS’ ,’THE BODY IN THE LIBRARY’ until when I realized I am succumbing to Poirot and Christie for an escape out of this lunatic world which reeks of blood every other day, and this obsession with Poirot and Christie, Marple added, was and even today bring me to the edges and spur up thrill in every inch of my body . Then came the day when I stumbled upon ‘THE SHERLOCK HOMES COMPLIATION OF MYSTRIES’ (there are many more to the list) and what would a helpless teenager captivated by some terrific, wild, phenomenal mystery novels would do if not start fantasizing?

‘Maybe those were just books’, I was convinced but the thing about mystery stories, conspiracies and solving them is that the mysteries always have their ways of luring you or I shall better put it this way that - mysteries seduce you into them. You may shed a thousand tears of remorse and desolation at Snape’s , Serious, Fred, Dobby and Dumbledore’s funeral which I  myself did or feel the numbness crippling you when Augustus Waters died or when Will left stella for good or when William Traynor ascended to the stars even being hopelessly in love with Clark, yes, you can feel the void and mourn all you need- I myself do but mysteries have a different way to tailor it’s impression in our minds. The seduction begins with a lust to know ‘what’s next’! the unsolved chaos of mysteries that end with questions and infinite dots rather than a full stop play a cat and mouse chase with our brains. It’s a psychological warefare

With encircling my lockdown life from ,’THE GONE GIRL’, ‘ALONG CAME A SPIDER’ ,’THE TOURIST’ and then finally to ‘RIVERDALE’ which is again the Netflix version of ages old ARCHIE COMICS, the fact has dawned on me on one summer twilight that I am perhaps pampering my infatuation with the mysteries and conspiracies and crime thrillers. In a sentence- ‘ I have fallen in love with mysteries, conspiracies and crime thrillers’.

Secrets often occlude our pores to the brim and choke us in our own unco mysteries, and we all have bonzer and wicked secrets to protect- veiled with lies, we often end up playing hide and seek with our own shadows. What is life if not a crime thriller, where someone is the victim and others the victor , someone the, prey and others the predator. Where we are drowned with power and into the sins, here we shall not have detectives like Poirot or Sherlock or our high school detectives like Betty and Jughead- but only some out of the blue dead body bathed in blood and graved with it some revengeful reasons and the unthinkable secrets lurking behind the polished walls of some million dollar mansions heard and buried in a whisper never for those secrets to come alive again. The real life mysteries and crime thrillers that escape the naked eyes of us the common man, are a lot messier and eerie.

As I have these delusions of  viewing the world with glasses of speculations and W-H questions , that instinct that I have immunized makes me wonder,’ what if my neighbours are involved in some conspiracy’ or ‘ what if a murder has been committed in that dark shady house where I haven’t seen a single soul in years.’ And delve into all sort of bizzarre theories but yes, voila! Going to nowhere because thanks to the books , these are delusional. Well, for one, my outlandish town is nowhere near Riverdale and I  am yet far from even being a dot in the circle of the real world of sins, mysteries and crime. However , no one really escapes this sugar world and any day, I would too be confronting this lucifer’s place, until then I am only penning down the vague world outside there which wears the façade of being wicked like RIVERDALE  and yet wicked is a simple word, which pretends to be theories to be brained by HOMES and yet the theories go all hypothetical here, which is masked by some high climax murders like my Christie novels but yet by “some” I mean the ‘tip of the iceberg’ and what lies beneath it are the layers of grisly secrets protected by the emblem of power, money and some royal, marked and noble faces. As we go unravelling those secrets that’s when the mysteries of the real messier world begin.

Divertida! how mysteries can make us lap dance around our nerves or make us skip a beat or would make us starve for the answers and yet kneeling to the sadist genes of this baffling genre we always return for answers. The ones that we are silenced about in our world, fictions and crime thriller or mystery stories bash us with. So why not succumb to them? And this obsession never dies for at the end of each crime or mystery a new one begins and mysteries never die…!

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