Amish Poolen | Adarsh Roote Chavan of D11 [Fin]

Etching in graphite...
Adar, Darsh, or Adah (Sometimes Rash)

Fully formed of mind...
20 | 23
September 8^th, Year of the 36^th Hunger Games | October 23^rd, Year of the 33^rd Hunger Games

Wiring one set of circuitry out of two...
♂

Fitting well in the capacity...
District 11

To go along with his generally tall frame, Adarsh has a long face slightly sunken in from being underweight. Naturally to an earth yellow pigmentation, his skin is only tacked with a couple mole marks and bumps. Most commonly, the 23-year old is exposing teeth in a smile, showing off a little off pearly whites in their position. He switches between having facial hair and not; no beards. Rounded off at the end, his nose can be considered bulging, and the bridge is wavy and prominent - which he knows he has gotten a couple looks or two from encountering people. Dark-brown - between bistre and auburn - eyes are curiously wide and tend to pop out until the visual organs seem that they could fall out of the sockets from utter surprise and wonder, accentuated by the raise of coarse, black brows. Adarsh does not particularly care for out and narrow the ears are, shrugging any comments concerning them. As for the hair, he cannot go any longer past the forehead (and, sometimes, not even half-way past the forehead). Short crops of hair - especially in the boiling hot days of summer - are ideal, and he does the best he can for what water can clean for each follicle.

Being underweight and poor does not help the lankiness of Adarsh's body. Pretty tall at 6'2 and weighing at 136 lbs., ribs show through and seems broader, the aspect of which he is most concerned about. Due to fast metabolism and little money for food, Adarsh could possibly be losing weight every single day - not helped by working out in the orchards. Until his father died, Adarsh had been adequately content in mass, so the problem of muscle formation is not on the Indian-descent man; however, he is prone to stressing out faster and getting tired at times. Reaching down nearly at the knees, Adarsh has been told on occasion that he has one of the most awkward arm-to-height proportions, but he will just say - with a smile - that they help him reach taller branches and trees with ease.

True to the underweight problem, Adarsh has skinnier legs. While not to the point that they look like twigs, the less fat mass does allow already jutting bones to appear more prominently. Skinniness and tallness can make him look taller than he actually is, not to mention his relatively long feet. No marks can be seen below the waist. Tan lines are just a softer version of the bistre-auburn mixture, perhaps like cream paint being added with brown and applied. Dirt is common to see on the legs and feet, and Adarsh just does the same kind of washing to try to get rid of the gritty feeling - frowning all the while.

Hardly is there enough money for even the necessities. All throughout the year, Adarsh has to put up with wearing a light dress shirt-like long-sleeved jacket of blue, thin white stripes traveling downward. Underneath is a black wife-beater that covers a coin necklace he always wears. Depending on the season or weather, Adarsh switches between wearing blue jeans or some complimentary color of shorts; most of the articles tend to be baggy or too large for Adarsh, but he wears belts to fix the problem - though the bunched up fabric at the hip may look awkward. For the feet, there are long socks and sneakers or sandals. No matter which part of clothing is to be talked about, all of them have some hole or damage that the Indian-descent man does not bother to patch up. As long as they continue to cover his body mostly, he will say.

Giving affection is a part of Adarsh's code, and he hands freely. Despite being a hard-working lad, he truly likes to have fun with his friends. He can get intimate (hugging, kissing cheeks) even to the point of awkwardness, but everything to him is on a platonic level. Not to say that he is innocent or ignorant, but Adarsh will often think something innocent-looking (such as laying one's head on another shoulder) is simply out of platonic or familial affection and will not think beyond that until given cues - subtle or otherwise. If the Indian-descent is asked the question concerning his sexuality, he will merely just scoff or sarcastically reply no, in good cheer. Adarsh acknowledges that he is a little more intimate than other males, and he does not particularly care - as long as the other person would not mind. In times where the individual expresses displeasure for the intimacy, Adarsh will brush himself off and apologize.

Active, hard-working, and attempting to be reliable, the 23-year old uses these traits to his advantage when coming to work out in the orchards. He can be considered friendly in terms of willing to rack up a conversation or speak a few words to a stranger, but Adarsh is not a talker in the sense that he needs to mingle with someone every day to stay alive. Interacting with others is definitely his better suit. Either working with others as partners or going at a task solo does not matter so much for Adarsh, as long as the job is finished and with the maximum speediness to be obtained. Chores and work are not the biggest preoccupation in his life, though the two are ranked rather high in his life - considering that jobs put berries and money on the table. Due to being poor, in free time, Adarsh can be seen taking on various other jobs (usually low-waged) so he can save up for a better future.

For his fun, Adarsh is one to be sarcastic and appreciate a jab at him. Pranks and traps are frowned upon. While he can be caustic at times, he never means harm; and, if he does produce emotional pain, he will almost immediately say that his comment was a joke - unless he meant the comment wholeheartedly. Laughter from Adarsh tends to be reserved, quiet, but he honestly does find the joke funny. He will not be dishonest about he feels about humor; everything else is open in the air, though he does not specifically desire lying or any sort of deceit. Only when necessary, he would say. Tell a good riddle or joke, Adarsh will at least smile. With keen interest in laughing, humor is great to cure Adarsh when suffering under light sadness or irritation.

While not obsessively-compulsive in actions (such as always wearing gloves or a face mask), Adarsh is obsessively-compulsive in thinking about his health and sickness. Hypochondriac, 'concerned', not wanting to get sick in case of work affairs, the 23-year old always has a thought about health for each day; and, upon gaining a sign of 'sickness', he immediately attributes his symptoms to a severe disease. Due to the heightened amounts of concern, Adarsh is often seen in the local apothecary building, even to his friend's - a rudimentary physician's - chagrin. His pal understands that his friend has an obsession for health and well-being, but taking a great measure to escort Adarsh out of the building is a waste when trying to check on other 'more important' cases of patients - while Adarsh seems to visit him once every three weeks. With hypochondria in mind, he is willing to take extra measures to make certain he will not contract an illness, but at least he is not washing his hands every time they touch a person or object.

His worst fear is not on an outside force, but rather an inside concept. Memories, chemical reactions in the brain, synapses, the reality and the surreality, such abstract notions that cannot be grasped even upon dissection. Something wrong in the head can really shape one's perception and reality, hindering them to 'their' reality or absolute truth. People who have gone crazy (which he would see just from the Hunger Games) opened him to the machinations of the faulty mind, unintentional or not. Also to mention that Adarsh believes that he has some sort of amnesia due to not being able to remember past friends, events that should have been of importance, and more.

Time to contemplate memories and attempts to remember, Adarsh - upon failure of retrieval - can be fairly disturbed and, eventually, fall into burdensome stress and sadness. As he gets into them often, Adarsh is prone to saying that the period is not a big deal, which may come off as being secretive or distant. He is still a working horse in the sad states - driven by the need for money and necessities - but he slacks off on chores and only directs further into intense blueness as he attempts to unravel his head. These bouts are short but common, and they can range from extremely low to relatively high, erratic in a sense. Stress can be dispelled with Adarsh joking with himself. He does not really expect anyone to come cheer himself when waving the problem as nothing big, but nothing stops him to deny people or friends to help out if they offer up humor or work.

Great chunks of memory appear to be 'missing' for Adarsh. Asking him to conjure up years in school or past friends to a certain point and he will shrug and shake his head. He believes he has some sort of unique amnesia. Easily, the fragments that can be called up are family ones, moments with the Father Viral and Mother Karma. (Sometimes, however, even those memories are tainted. Each 'reel' has a black 'rip', as though something or someone is missing from the picture). Rifts in fabrics, tears and holes where the object or person has seemingly disappeared.

One of the memories he can go back with is spending time with the family before the divorce. Before Adarsh was nine, there was possibly endless happiness for the three - on the surface. He cannot recall the rhyme or reason for the eventual split; he cannot even remember the day Viral left. Looking back, Adarsh can only bring up the apparent frustration and bitterness his mother went through. Karma had cursed, spat, and quite possibly muttered every curse common in the English language in a single, cohesive sentence. After, though, Adarsh would throw curved brows at his mother, Karma burying her face in hands following a long string of cusses, sobbing.

Forming for years and everyday hope for natural cure until late, a cancer was found in Karma's throat. Under threat of death from the disease, Adarsh's mother had undergone surgery, removing her larynx. She had latched onto Adarsh more than ever, crying over her loss, needing some social connection. Her son had to help her cope and become accustomed to not having a voice and swallowing properly, to get her back on her feet for when he would have - eventually - leave for the future and good. Writing for Karma became a task that improved and grew on her, a dependent line to the outside and socializing. For years, Adarsh had held his mother around the arm to swallowing and breathing properly with a stoma. He knew Viral did not want to see Karma again ever; so, even though he would get invited many a time to his father's house, Adarsh decided to keep to his mother unless going to school or more important matters. (Spending time with Viral was not considered 'most important'; besides, he would say, they wrote letters to each other).

Graduating out of school, however, did not land Adarsh a higher position, and he made petty wages - which he would part some to give to Karma until moving out. Much time passing and she making a recovery that would leave her good alone, Karma waved goodbye to her son. With a smile, he had said word that no matter what little salary received from jobs, he would work hard - in hope of a brighter future. Picking berries and fruits in the yards might not earn the necessities, but there were really no other jobs needed in the District. Jobs like agriculture planner, water control, environmental protect and awareness were left for the more educated and were occupied. Out of the thousands of pickers, he thought, no official would pick Adarsh Roote Chavan for that kind of work.

Despite hardly venturing into shops except out of necessity, Adarsh fell and is currently considered in poverty. High metabolism drained of the finances, and now is sapping away essential weight. Sometimes, his well-to-do mother might lend a monetary or edible hand to Adarsh; and, out of desperation rather than out of desire, he has to take some money or food. He continues to work hard out in the yards and orchards, still having not seen Viral in a while, though thinking about paying a visit. Times are tough, especially in winter, but Adarsh looks forward for every other season. More work, more payments - possibly.

Quite possibly.

Two hemispheres still hold true to the one person, Dev Patel.
Both names are the houses of personality and mind.
A fruit knife and berries would be in the basket of pockets.
Until he can find himself, his world is right.

Snacks are the favorite - but fruit are the best bet for available food.
Sing; he will do a "LIQUID DANCE", but deep inside the younger shouts "JAI HO".

(As a clarification, I plan to write his memory text in first-person, because I think it would be the best perspective to capture how he views the reality of the past and showcase the struggle to remember 'integral' parts of his life that seem 'missing').