The Game to Rule

By Arshad Ali

A unique journey of a psychopath with a motive very wild, decides to test his mind power with a perfect game plan.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Arshad Ali
• Release date: Apr 19, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463157701

Arshad Ali

Arshad Ali is a film maker, author and entrepreneur from Assam, India. He have penned down four Novels titled- The Essence of love- The Spiritual Melody- The 7 Steps- The Game to RuleAs a film maker he have made two Short Film Titled- The Breathing Pot- ReCurse

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I was not among those who were the best. They always called me a loser. But for me I was actually a big loser. They all enjoyed playing their favorite games during their free time. But I didn't as they never allowed me to play with them. So I used to go in a lonely place. A place where no one would insult me and no one to see me depressed. But what should I do in that lonely place? I sit there all alone and Think. I have seen the past, where I have done nothing impressive. I was living in my present where I was keeping myself silent without complaining and without making any noise. But I used to think about the future. A future which I need to create.

I knew that if my destiny is different then the path will be different. And if the path is different then I will be all alone in that path. No one will be there to support and no one to take care. But if I want to play an interesting game then I need to choose the toughest. And from that day I decided.... They will always call it ' Life ' but I will call it ' Game'. A Game, to rule till the end.

But a game always have its own rules. And the rules are made for those who have their weak points. But I was not in a mood of following any rules. So I decided not to keep any weak points. If I would have had a girl friend then maybe I would be weak at certain point. But I lost my girlfriend few years back. I belong from a middle class family and my family was very simple. Yes, they too were my weakness. So I decided to stay away from them all alone. But whenever they would need me I would come to support them and after that I would leave again. And lastly the most weakest part of mine was my heart. It always makes me weak. So to control this weakness I decided to control it by my mind. I learned to pretend. Pretend to be strong, whenever my heart makes me weak. And then finally staying alone without any friends and family and controlling my heart, I was ready to play without any weakness.

And thus the Game begins....

I took myself in a new city and got myself a rented room at the cheapest rate. The things which I had by that time was my old laptop, some money, a cell phone and few clothes. I had enough money to survive in that lonely city for one month. But I need to think for the later months. Every morning I went out with my laptop and roam around the city and return by the evening. And by roaming around whole day I was observing the life style of the people. People from the poorest to the richest. I started studying people's mind. Because one day I need to deal with people. People of different mentality and different kind. People who will be poor and people who will be rich. People with big heart and people with cheap mentality. I saw that beggar who don't have one hand. He was young but he was handicapped. Every morning he comes and sit beside the bus stop. The passerby help him with coins. Whole day he sits on the footpath with an umbrella and a bowl in his hand. I too feel pity for him and that is why I too drop some coins in his bowl every morning. As I was staying in a cheap rented room, I was asked by the owner to share the bathroom with another guy. That guy was working in a call center. Although we both were neighbors, we both were never close to each other. He was always rude to me. He used to argue with me for some silly reasons. Or in short every morning he argued with me. Resons like sharing bathroom, drying clothes in the rope where we both dry our clothes and the music I played at night in my mobile. I never knew why the hell that idiot was always in a mood of arguing with me. He was among the cheapest mentality people whom I ever met. But I was not at all interested to waste my time thinking about those cheap mentality people. And then I met another person and that person was the owner of our rented room. The person with two luxury cars. He was also the general manager of TATA MOTORS. And the life style he had was the life style I always dreamt to have. Yes, I was jealous of him.

My mother used to buy motivational books by great writers. Once she bought me a book by Shiv Khera when I was a kid. But unfortunately, I never read any of those. But I have seen a motivational quote in the cover of that book where Sir Shiv Khera said, Don't do different things but do things differently. Well, I was little bit impressed by those words. So, to implement his words in my life I made few changes in his words. And I changed it to, " Don't think different things but think differently. And when I applied those words in my life, I came to know the big truth. And the truth was that, every truth has a hidden face. Well, let's not make things complicated now.

One day again I came out in the morning and was standing near the bus stop, waiting for the bus. As soon as the bus came, I got into it and took the window seat near the exit door. But then the conductor came out of the exit door and moved towards the beggar who was sitting beside the bus stop. I could see from the window that the conductor gave that beggar a 500 rupee note. Well, I was literally shocked to see the kindness of the conductor. But then the beggar returned him back five notes of hundred rupees. The conductor actually asked the beggar for 500 rupees change. And I found that the beggar was richer than me that day. After that shocking scene in front of me I started thinking and made some calculations in my mind. And when I was done with it I was smiling as I found myself the greatest idiot. That beggar sits from morning to evening near the bus stop every day with his bowl. And every day he makes thousand rupees minimum, from the coins by the passer by like me. Or I could say he was making more than thirty thousand rupees every month. He don't need to have any educational qualification nor he need to pay any tax and he don't even need to make any investment to make that money. He was having an easier life. And that was the hidden truth.

One night I came out of my room to smoke a cigarette. When I was smoking, I heard the voice of the call center guy who was talking over phone. And as I was jobless by that time I started listening to his conversation. And while listening to his conversation I came to know that he was talking to his mother. He was saying his mother to do the medical tests by borrowing some money from the neighbor and he would return that money as soon as he gets his salary. And that time I came to know that his mother was not well and needed medical treatment, but she was unable to manage the money. I fell pity for him, so next day keeping my attitude behind I talked to him nicely. After two or three days we became good to each other. But during those days I came to know about him. He was the only son of his parents. His father was a retired private school teacher. But he lost his father when he was pursuing his engineering. After retirement his father used to give tuition classes to students and run his family but after he left it became hard for his family to survive. His mother somehow managed to live by selling her jewelry until he became an engineer, but he was not selected in the campus interview. His mother thought that their life will change when her son will become an engineer. But he was unable to say his mother that he was not selected in the campus interview. So, he decided to come to the city and search for a job. But unfortunately, he didn't find any vacancy in any company. But he can't reveal the truth to his mother. So, he joined a call center. A call center where he starts and end his day by bearing the slang words of the callers, silently, everyday. He didn't have any reason to be a kind man. And when I came to know about him, I saw that he was actually a handicap person. And that was the hidden truth.

The owner of my rented room was a rich