Entree Galore

Thinking about Montford, Lauren and Randy, ah! well, they better be kept out of this. Funny thing was that Montford was obsessed with Lauren and Lauren was simply self-obsessed. Randy was too happy with his brandy, to think of anything else. Those were the handful of people who could make Ralph less introvert. The rest of the history was left intact along the footnotes of time. Every one should have a tinge of darkness from the past, which made Ralph incapable of thinking otherwise.

Berks did advise Ralph on his four sacrosanct steps which were principally based upon gross physical emotions rather than mental well-being. Ralph knew Berks' diabolical nature to the extreme intensity which Berk's had proved again and again. Now gleaming in his mind, were these thoughts which made him feel to be in a state of elevated sainthood. What he ignored was that he was incapable of accepting the unexpected.

Brief flashes of past flickered in his divergent mind. Thoughts took him to Montford, his good friend seeming proficient in managing his own organization. Ralph still had to attain proficiency in his current assignment and he perhaps eternally waits for a kind, he would love. For Monty, it just required the power and bent of mind to convince one colossus of a person especially when Monty preferred to differ. There was a thing for which Monty decided he would undergo self-customized atrophy, and it was Lauren. Good friends since college days and the relationship still halted to an impasse as the time evolved. As for Lauren, her heart was still like an open highway. Ralph had some concern about this. But he was more interested in redeeming his own life rather than understanding the abstruse complications of the secondary ones. Little did he know that these things accentuate to a point when credence gradually begins its own devastation. Berks a kind of always had a certain ingenious way of expressing thoughtlessness.

Randy had been always a kind of innocent escapist, still having creed on the virginal self- image of being. Just having a blissful time roaming and enjoying parties in the places whose name had become hackneyed enough to even qualify for one. He was in a school of thought which believed in keeping all the candles out, so that all the women remain fair. The hiatus of the Monty-Lauren seemed to a permanent one to Randy. Still he had his own life to deal with.

Ralph did think himself to be a kind of extreme genius at times, when there was no conclusive semaphore restricting it. Most of the time there was one, and to his utter dismay. His thoughts had been put into an spinning web. His confusions, his diversions and finally the premonitions did befuddle him.

Lauren had been in her world of dreams, lacking even a single vague touch with the real world. Always having thought herself to be flawless which had compelled a few affirmations from similar dim wits. She was in the illusion of some concerted effort, she was raising in order to prevent relationships from deteriorating further. These things just floated and made her bloated. Some things get into the head so quick that one never realizes it had to be kept in control.

Ralph admired one person to the acme: Berks. He always annotated his every direct speech to Berks with some obvious slangs. Yet he was like the Rolls-Royce of emotional-excellence. Always suited up to the occasion however frivolous the host may be, invited or not, he always was there. He wasn't always that smart. There was a past to it, a typically brutal past. Brutal on Berks, you got to be kidding. He is the Emperor of all diabolical schemes after all. Let us keep this past to some time else.

The time had come for once and for all to take a final stand. It could just prevent the impertinent convulsions. Monty could not make himself undone with any obsession. As for Randy he continues to live in a certain non-committal manner. And by the fall of pain, Ralph acquiesces with the reality, and seeks out for his own life where he has something to fall back upon. Berks still doesn't bet a penny to this as always. And for the lucky Lauren she remains as always, buffeted around by her life. She perhaps had a golden hand in its creation and its aftermath.