tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85040297660218626782024-03-14T10:00:35.325+05:30Fingerprint EditionsLeaving my Prints on Your Hearts...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08584788726614483730noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504029766021862678.post-83243560116364855072014-12-23T03:20:00.000+05:302014-12-23T03:35:47.822+05:30Tanka of Nights<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Eyes blinded by black,<br />
cheese comes in vicinity,<br />
as sun shies away.<br />
Unrelenting eyes, unseen,<br />
by nature, sight to behold.<br />
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My light reveals way,<br />
a journey by dray or foot,<br />
through the frequent paths.<br />
Cryptic sea relents, but cloaks,<br />
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With mirror hung there,<br />
fire flies up in distant sky<br />
man's gazed eternal.<br />
Fable and lore's seed, I dwell,<br />
devil's mystic time, the night.<br />
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Arcane times of world,<br />
esoteric beings rule,<br />
when kings become prey.<br />
The hours of death and darkness,<br />
Nights are never what they seem.<br />
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Eyes closed yet open,<br />
a walk in the numinous,<br />
fear instilling nights.<br />
I am a citizen in<br />
the empire of the great owls.<br />
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<i><span style="color: #ffd966;">I have been busy in making submissions and planning a series.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #ffd966;">I will be posting the series here, once I start writing it.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #ffd966;">As for this story, I had sent this for submission and it was rejected.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #ffd966;">Is that a wrong thing to say? I don't know.</span></i></div>
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Have you seen those Blue days;<br />
Heavenly waters making ways;<br />
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Vision blurred by ravishing rays?</div>
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Sky, blue in colour,<br />
Cold is the climate,<br />
Joyous is my heart.</div>
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Dew on the flower,<br />
And world too quiet,<br />
When did sprinklings start?</div>
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On Rivers of rain<br />
Paper ships do sail,<br />
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Pouring in chain,<br />
Into empty pail,<br />
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Earth, now, coated in glaze;<br />
Nature's splendour leaves me in daze.<br />
Have you seen those Blue days,<br />
Vanishing later without trace?</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08584788726614483730noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504029766021862678.post-38195962827607644192014-05-14T01:13:00.001+05:302014-05-14T01:34:24.376+05:30The migrator<p dir="ltr">The sunlight, fading in.<br>
My heart, breaking within.<br>
Life has long lost its glee.<br>
I walk into the hall<br>
And see the birds of fall.</p>
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As I stand here in dismay.<br>
How do you fly, merrily,<br>
Unafraid of chores, bravely?</p>
<p dir="ltr">Do you not care of world around?<br>
Vexed not of building nest again?<br>
Afraid, as aliens surround?</p>
<p dir="ltr">You fly, unrestrained, past half the world;<br>
While I stay, with belongings to hold,</p>
<p dir="ltr">Wishing to fly like you, <b><i>My Migrator.</i></b></p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08584788726614483730noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504029766021862678.post-50164752959799366412014-04-19T10:28:00.000+05:302014-04-28T02:12:34.827+05:30Rabid Dunces<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The
three men took their seats near one another. As the first one prayed for a safe
journey, the second took a blank look at him. The third man let out a chuckle
of contempt.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">As soon
as the prayers got over, he gave the third man, who sat against him, a stern look.
Then, with his eyebrows raised, searching for acceptance, he looked at the
other man. But that man looked undecided. Feeling the pressure of the four eyes
upon him, the first man decided to let the cat out of the bag.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"I
am a theist," his voice authoritative, "and you are an atheist, I
suppose."<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The
third man nodded with a wry smile, curving the ends of his lips into a wrinkle
upwards.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"And
the days of the devil are upon us."<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The
wry smile vanished upon the unfriendly remark. The atheist felt the inside of
his cheeks with his tongue.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"You
still believe in fairies!"<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"It
is because of people like you that God chastens all men. You will bring his wrath
upon us all."<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The
nod of the theist's head in penitence spurred his rival. As the sarcasm that
was brooding over his face faded, the atheist pulled himself forward and bent,
resting on his knees.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"And,
it is because of ignorant men like you that decent conversations have become
wanting."<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The
theist straightened up in alertness as the gibe inspired anger within his
heart.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"How
dare you say so?"<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"Because
I am not afraid of you or your creation. God."<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"God
created man. Not the other way."<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"That
is what fools, who barely know to spell science, say."<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"Imbeciles,
we may be. For in the eyes of the devil are men of god so."<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"Seriously
now. Do you have patents and copyrights for these creations of yours? God and Devil?
Or are they free to be used?"<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"Don't
mock the King of all men or you shall molder in hell."<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"And
I thought this God of yours was merciful."<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"He
is. And that is what keeps you alive. Alive to change your path towards
truth."<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"Path
towards an asylum, you mean."<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Fuming
with rage, the theist looked to switch off. As more and more rage made way to his
head, he found it hard to think.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"Why
do you guys still believe in fairy tales of God?"<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">A
look towards the now serene and pitying face of the atheist calmed the man
down. His rage subsided. He turned his view outside the window. His eyes were fixed
on a large rock far away from their train, looking stagnant. A small light lit
on his face.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"You
men propose and believe in stupid theories of man coming from monkeys and
universe being born from the destruction of a large ball, and you call the
truth as a fairy tale."<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The
meagre pity in the man deserted him. His look was straight. He up righted himself
and wore a thoughtful face.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"I
have read the holy scripts thrice and I still believe the scientific evidences
backing these theories. You are the guys, blind to the truths of the world, fighting
and waging wars to prove yourselves as the greatest."<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"Wars
are fought, for men disregard the teachings of God. Because they forget that
love is what God edicts. And the greatest weapons were not the creations of
God. Science and men created them."<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"It
depends on the men who hold the object. A knife can also be used to murder. Holding
the knife or its creator as convicts is madness."<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"I
never knew that nuclear weapons can be used to slice breads and spread
butter."The theist was strongly gesticulating and frowning as he spoke.
The other man was not much different. The gesticulations set them apart. But
there was the third man, whom the others barely noticed, staring in
bewilderment at the two contenders with noting more than a slight doubt on his
face.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"Religion
was superceded by science and that has brought more pain than gain to this
world. We did not create vehicles to pollute the air. What right do we have to
stop the birth of a God given child? What sin did it do to die before
birth?"<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The
atheist hurriedly interjected as soon as the sentence came to an end.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"Science
has facilitated lives. There may have been some side effects. But that is
negligible compared to the benefits."<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"No.
It has inflicted beastly characters within men. Because of the so called
facilities that it offers, men have become savages; brutes, who go in sprees of
sexual indulgence; wandering devilishly with conviction over contraception."<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Atheist
looked outside. At the speed at which the train moved, he was unable to clearly
fix eyes on anything that was beside it. He was searching for something
outside. Perhaps for some words to counter. He then returned with a calm
demeanour. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"To
say that religion has nothing to do with wars is to propose your heliocentric
theory. The fights fought have been innumerable. There have been endless
interreligious wars, intra-religious fights, riots and massacres. Why do you
want to hide your sexuality? It is because of you guys that people are so
inclined towards sex. A child born at a wrong place, at a wrong time and to wrong
persons will suffer. Why should it go through such trauma?"<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Glistening
eyes of the atheist fixed upon the rivals face. A tinge of smile escaped the edges
of his lips. Even if he had not converted his rival, he expected that he surely
had converted the third guy. He sneaked a look at him.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"The
Architect of fate would have better plans for the child. God never forsakes his
children. We are minor beings. We do not know of his webbed plans for mankind,
his children. You atheists are too conceited to accept that you are lower
beings. That is why you are out to defile the lucid minds."<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"If
he never forsakes his children why do people die around the world of starvation
and illness? Why is there so much pain and trauma?"<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"As
I said we are minor beings. Too little to know everything. I am sorry but you
men are too smug to accept your inferiority in the universe."<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"No.
You guys are smug and believe that you are too special in this vast universe.
And you have even said that you are God's favourite and that he has created you
similair to him. It is you who should be ashamed of egocentric
preachings."<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The
personal remark aggravated the so far pent up ego and hatred. His face shrunk even
more deeply as the atheist looked with disgust at the man in front of him. He turned
his head and spit through the bars of the window. It was perceived as a
personal insult, which was what he had intended. Both their eyes met.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Suddenly,
at the same time, as though already decided, both turned towards the third man.
Their eyebrows rose, questioning him of his allegiance.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">He
shifted his eyes between each other. His mind doubtful upon whether to be out
with the truth, "I am agnostic," he confessed, razing the men's ego and
their flight of fancy.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"That
is the worst kind. You guys are just plain cowards, unable to accept truths and
want to play it safe. Afraid that you will come under barrage."<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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theist then completed, "Yes. Like the bats in the battle, waiting to join
the winner; afraid to declare your piety. Shame on you."<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08584788726614483730noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504029766021862678.post-51039293262421997082014-04-05T17:18:00.001+05:302014-04-06T20:54:42.474+05:30Divinity<p dir="ltr">In the heart, lies the wick of Curiosity.<br>
And it burns for ever, sans any Ferocity.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Thy wick never shares, with mine, its <i>flame,</i><br>
For I am all wet, searching for flame.<br>
Come here, with your flame, to light me up.<br>
Let thy flame, dry my wick, rouse me up.<br>
My wick does not burn, no spark has come.<br>
Will thy flame stay calm, near won't it come?</p>
<p dir="ltr">In <i>thy</i> heart, lies the wick of curiosity.<br>
And it burns for ever, sans any ferocity. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Lo! The <i>fire</i> arose, it came so close;<br>
Sparks flew by, lit me up, piled my woes.<br>
My <i>fire</i> hurts me, in ferocity.<br>
Come teach me, to keep tranquillity. <br>
I shame those in nigh, in arrogance.<br>
When alone, I cry, in penitence.</p>
<p dir="ltr">In <i>my</i> heart, lies the wick of curiosity. <br>
And it burns for ever, <i>not</i> sans ferocity. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Aloud it trumpets,  all that it knows.<br>
Fire <i>kindled</i> clefts, have but piled more woes.<br>
Alleviate me, of arrogance. <br>
Thy flame showed me, the path of <b>Patience</b>. </p>
<p dir="ltr">In the heart, lies the wick of curiosity.<br>
And it burns for ever, sans any ferocity. </p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08584788726614483730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504029766021862678.post-76090450865867701892014-02-28T11:30:00.000+05:302015-01-14T19:01:29.960+05:30Shattered Spectacles<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The city was
still in the grasp of the dense fog that had settled during the night, as Ram
walked past streetlight after streetlight, prepared for another day of fight. He
reached the place of work and with droopy eyes, fighting the sleep that was
waiting to take over; he started arranging the desks for students to use.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">It took some
time and then students would start pouring in for the class. A strong aroma of
flora filled the room as a girl entered. He left to take care of the
attendance. On passing a boy, he noted the raw fragrance arising from him. As
the boy disappeared into the class, Ram smelt his shirt. A tinge of stink
filled his nostrils. He shook his head vehemently. Making a mental note to buy a
50-gram detergent, he sat down with the attendance register.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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in trendy and fashionable outfits. He was counting the legs that passed him to
note the number of students who attended the class. He could not get himself to
look up at them. Realizing the shabby and worn out clothes he wore and not to
mention the slippers, holes of which he covered with his feet, he classified
himself in a different league.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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class was full and the teacher had arrived. As the class began, Ram walked into
the room and listened to the impartations of the professor with a giant
eagerness. His eyes narrowed and ears widened as he tried to decipher every
word he heard. He was poor in English.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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chatters in the room. Two boys started chatting with disrespect to the man who
was talking. Ram turned his head to have a look at them. Walking towards them,
he signalled to maintain silence. His comments went unheeded as the boys
continued their activity. Their persistent murmurs made it difficult for Ram to
understand what was being said. His old dreams resurfaced.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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outside and sat near the stairs. Ram’s eyes were red waiting for the water to
breakthrough his eyes. He covered himself mildly so that no one could easily find
out what he was doing. All his dreams had shattered the moment he started to
work leaving his studies. No one came forward to help the orphan to pay the
fees to continue his education. His dream of being a doctor had burnt and
slipped through his grasp as smoke would.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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from the red eyes stained his cheeks. The harsh reality of life had hit him
hard, pulverizing his vision through the spectacles of dreams. The shattered spectacles
of glass was unrepairable. He had come crashing down. With just a high school
certificate, showing his brightness in studies, he was accepted only for menial
jobs. He had accepted defeat at the hands of the money-driven society. He was
poor.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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saw rich people wasting their lives gossiping and chatting despite being
offered the priceless chance to study. They seldom appreciated the precious
opportunity they had been offered. He wiped the cheeks dry and turned around to
find the two boys who had been talking come out of the class halfway through.
He inferred that they had been shunted out of the class.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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every day. He was left crying by people who never understood but abused their expedient
positions. They neither enjoyed their privilege nor helped others like him. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08584788726614483730noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504029766021862678.post-91345895523323478912014-02-17T17:00:00.000+05:302014-10-04T18:48:54.090+05:30Suicidal Instincts<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;">Every country has laws. Three laws are constant among all. All nations. All men.</span></div>
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<li><span style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;">Man shall not kill any other man.</span></li>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: inherit;">The three rules of human existence. More like the three rules for robots that science fiction harps on.’<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: inherit;">‘Any man, when asked, concurs with the piety of the view for the greater good of humanity and world. Synchronous terms they are, world and humanity, for them. But it takes a deep mind to spot the actual…’<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: inherit;">The waitress’ emergence disturbed my flow of thoughts. An espresso it was. Double. Quite sour, actually. The dark drink flowed over my tongue, through my mouth and I felt it passing through my oesophagus. An effect of pure science. The taste buds were activated. Brain received the signals from them. And a sour taste I felt, that of the coffee, on my tongue.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: inherit;">It was just a signal from the brain. All it needed was an alteration in the brain to make it taste sweet. Placing the cup on table, I looked into the Chinese cup with stern detailing given to the artwork, at the five-star hotel. I preferred my evening drink at the restaurant rather than at the sober room of mine on the third floor.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: inherit;">My mind drew itself to the thought that I had left behind before as I started relishing the sapid taste on my tongue. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: inherit;">‘With those rules in mind, men are born, they live, or more precisely, exist and die. The only exception to these rules is the state. The government. The law. It alone reserves the right to kill a person. The real reason for prohibiting murders and suicides can only be understood upon keen analysis of the same.’<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: inherit;">A couple came in making a little too much noise between their intimacies. Their happy and smiling faces assured that they were ignorant of the travails of the world. A nerve of mine twisted as I tried to look at them. It only made my mood worse.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: inherit;">‘People just don’t kill others directly. Their actions kill many indirectly. What wrong did a person born in Africa do to suffer all his life despite the hard work put forth by him all through his life? Not many among other nations can live a day doing his work and feeling his pain. What great deed did a person born in a developed nation do to live his whole life in luxuries that escape a hard worker in the third world? Isn’t there even a single person in the developed nation who doesn’t deserve the luxuries he has been bestowed with?’<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: inherit;">‘Why should this man in Africa be in the dark about the technologies of the developed nations? Why do not nations share their technology with other nations? Is it because they are afraid of other nations overtaking them and becoming supreme? What do you do when you come to that spot? Number 1. Push over the petty nations for money, land and oil.’<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: inherit;">My hands were trembling as the thoughts poured without a break. The waitress walked past my table looking deep into my heart. The poor woman must have felt cheated. The chances that she guessed my intentions were too negligible. The coffee in my hand had spilled. I took the tissues placed on the table to wipe it off and continued.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: inherit;">‘Why isn't there any substitute for oil? If the amount spent to extract and then convert crude oil into petroleum had been invested on research, many new alternatives would have existed. Some greedy capitalist probably lobbies for Oil Companies, so that they all remain wealthy. After all, weren't there people who produced arms and induced wars among nations to make profit in the Century of War?’<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: inherit;">The cup was empty and the waitress came to clear the table. I asked for the bill and stared around the restaurant. There were few takers for the morning breakfast in this part of the world. At least at this hotel. Not many had come down to the restaurant. ‘War.’ My eyes fixed over a photograph hung on the wall of the restaurant. The photo showed a big zeppelin with some description below it boasting the massive machines men had built while it should be signifying shame.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: inherit;">‘Billions have been spent on war and armaments to kill people while the amount spent to keep people alive in the third world is alarmingly negligible. Despite an international body to uphold peace, love and peace have become almost non-existent. Many people envy their neighbours and plot against their co-workers. Who bothers about that unrelated anonymous person standing next to you? Who bothers about his survival and sufferings? If we are not bothered about this person, why would we be bothered about that poor person in an anonymous country in Africa, Asia and America, who earn not even a single unit of currency a day despite his hard work all through the day?’<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: inherit;">‘A person in Africa earns not even a dollar a year, while in developed states people's entertainment costs runs over billions. Millions are being spent on a sports star. Isn't a life in Africa worth even hundred dollars an year? People are happy to spend in thousands to watch a sport at a stadium but cry the hell out of their lives to give something to another man. Countries are ready to spend millions for space exploration but they are crying to spend to save the world from pollution. They are crying to spend even a small percentage of what they spend to destroy the Ozone. Doesn’t this ultimately equal to people killing others?’<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: inherit;">The waitress produced the bill. The coffee was blasphemously dear. Selling price, at these high profiled hotels, are so high mainly because of their brand value and image despite their poor quality and taste, yet people come here to have one, for the non-existent entity called ‘Status.’ I took my wallet out and placed the tender of the bill with some tip for the waitress as customs demand, for her shrill look at me moments ago.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: inherit;">‘Money. People have fought, killed and committed suicides over these unworthy notes of paper and fibre. Such innocent looking artefacts, these things make or break a person. Selfish people still make up most part of this world. Some realise it and some do not realise it.’<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: inherit;">I checked my pockets for the room key and proceeded towards the lift. It was at my floor. Boarding it and pressing the button, I noticed the couple beside me glaring at me. They probably had not brought a paper and pen with them for an autograph. I couldn't smile at them. I just proceeded as soon as my floor came.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: inherit;">‘It is for this same reason that people put barriers on murders and suicides. Selfishness. What will happen if the person murdered turns out to be the next Einstein? What will happen if the person committing suicide finds out something so precious that it would save the world? People. Always expecting others to help others and themselves. They are seldom ready to take up the mantle and support others but critique every person who comes forward to help.’<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: inherit;">‘In the end, they all say that no man has the right to end life but knowingly or unknowingly they do just the same and kill others and force them to commit suicide. So much for living in this world.’<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: inherit;">As I opened the door to my room my mind wavered over the decision I had made. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: inherit;">‘Maybe I should try to continue writing. It might affect the world.’<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: inherit;">But another voice lapsed over it. ‘No. There is not much you can do now. All that is left is for you to die. Better sooner than later. Such a high profile death will surely rock the world. All thanks only to the last literary award.’<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: inherit;">I walked into my room and fell down on the bed. Red stain spread over the pillows. I closed my eyes to sleep resting assured that the media would take care of things from where I left. A sleep that would take me past all the agony and the travails of the world.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="color: orange; font-family: inherit;">Thank you all for your repeated visits. I have taken a long break from this blog but your continuous readership makes me to continue my works. If not for you all, I know not how my life would have gone through the changes it has gone through.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">The sun had risen well above the horizon and
was nearing the peak and still I was asleep in my bed on the day the college
had allowed leave. It was then when I heard my mother scream from the kitchen.
The yell had enough volume to kick me out of my bed and hurry into the kitchen.
I looked meekly at my mother, as she stood well dressed to go out somewhere.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">“You’re still asleep? See you are in your final
year of college and you do not have any sense of responsibility. This is a
shame. Anyways. I am going out with your aunt for some purchases and dad has
gone to office.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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“Okay” I said without much indulgence in what
she was saying and complacently walked around the kitchen positioning myself on
a stool that was there. She stared sharply at me, bewildered by my
irresponsible way of going about my days.</div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">“At least ask why I called you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">“Why is that?” I asked, again without any
serious concern or interest.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">“It was better when you didn’t ask.” She said
and immediately a sound was audible inside the house. It was </span>the vehicle of my
aunt who had signalled with her car’s horn to indicate that she has arrived.</div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">“See, the guy who delivers paper will come.
Check the bill and pay him. Money is at the dining table. Do you understand? I
have to go. Aunt Sita has arrived. Bye.” She spoke hurriedly and rushed out
leaving the empty cup of coffee on the television.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Completing my daily routine, I cleared the
television top, dumped the cup in the kitchen sink and lounged myself on the
couch to watch something on the television. After endless channels of blathering
and bilges, I settled on a news channel that relatively attracted me. It was a
heavy dose of some sharp talks on unnecessary issues and objections on trivial
arguments, the program got over after an hour or so.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">The new enlightenment I had received from the
idiots chatting in the idiot box urged me to turn towards my bedroom to have
another deep nap when I heard a knock on the door. A man had come to collect
the paper bill. I walked up to the television for the money, paid him and got
the receipt. After some deliberation in my bed, whether to do something else or
sleep, for a minute or two, I heard another knock on the door. My mother
entered with fury-filled eyes and a stuttering stomp.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">“What did you do?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">I was caught unawares with the question.
“What?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">“How much did you pay for the papers?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">“Around three hundred. I think.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">“Can’t you even see what he has added? He
hadn’t delivered the paper for a week and you pay him for a whole month.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">“How am I supposed to know?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB">“You have to. You are growing up. I can’t be
taking care of you even now. You have to indulge yourself with the household.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB">“Come on. I am not even reading the paper. Dad
takes it to his office. How will I know how many days he has faulted?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB">“See. You can’t be like this. You have to take
up some responsibility. This is a family. Everyone has to put in some effort in
running the house. You are now a grown up. From next year, you are going to go
to office. You will be employed. Will you still be saying something like this?
Will you say ‘I don’t know if my salary’s been credited in my account?’ You
have to grow up and look at the family budget.”<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-GB">“Fine then. I will.” I said with aggression
behind a reluctant façade.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">“Don’t cut me down. When I talk to you, you
listen. If you do not check what you are paying for, you will be taken for a
ride. People will cheat you and strip you off. You have to be careful. Look after
our family budget from now on. It is your responsibility. Household budget is
very important. If you do not check what you are paying for, we will go in a downwards
spiral. So be careful.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">It wasn’t that bad. The exposure to my
household accounts only made me interested in such topics. I was keen in
learning more about the issues of finance and money. Budgets were my
stronghold. I didn’t have to force myself to look into them after some time.
They interested me. I was swooned into the working of financial and economic
systems and I saw any program that involved finance, with interest.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">The parliamentary budget was in session and the
news channels were fighting it all out over the allotment of budget to various
sectors of the economy. Then entered a monster to put an end to my pleasures. My
dad asked me for the remote to change the channel. I was in disapproval of his
actions but my arguments against him were of no avail.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">“If you don’t give me the remote now, I will
cut the connection this month and make sure that the television doesn’t work in
this house. Ever.” He threatened and snatched the remote from me. Anger surged
in me and all I could do was stomp out of the room in anger and lie down on my
bed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Hours passed in my sleep and I was aroused from
my sleep by my mother to have dinner. I refused to have anything with the anger
filling my stomach and the ego sealing the same. She was unaware of all the
happenings and listened to my narration of the incident. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">She then said, “Why do you want to see that
budget? Nothings of avail in watching it. There is nothing to be done.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08584788726614483730noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504029766021862678.post-80804171623683521362013-09-26T15:23:00.000+05:302015-01-14T19:01:52.335+05:30Never Ending Noises<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">A huge
crowd had gathered. No one had called for. Nor was anyone giving away something
free. The crowd was waiting for the barrier to break. Nobody wanted to be
there. At least, not with all the other people around, in that number. There
was not much choice to walk away from the crowd, especially when you stand
amidst it. Among those various head was mine. In the centre.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">This
uncalled for crowd was tremendous. If the air consumed was huge, the air let
out was cyclopean. I looked around and found many lifeless souls waiting for
the right time to proceed. All were longing for something or the other. But the
foremost at that point, they wanted to get out of this mad rush, either by
going ahead or by staying behind. Both were hellacious options. None can blame
them. It was the wrath of the sun in the tropic city.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Suddenly,
everyone moved. Rushed. As the deer would, upon sighting the predator. As the
ants would, upon the first instance of disruption. As men would, when terror
strikes. It was none of the above. Way was allowed. People swarmed, rushed and
hurried to get in front of another as though there was a race. It was a race,
in their eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">The Red
made way for Green. The vehicles started to move. It was not a slow and composed
movement as it normally happens at any signal but somewhat of a cutthroat
competition to get past the signal before it changes back to red. And everyone
was in it. Everyone squeezed through as much as possible between other vehicles
as worms would to dig themselves deeper into the traffic, moving past other
vehicles. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">They did
not move quietly. Horns were blown incessantly even before the vehicles started
to move but they themselves took all the time in the world before changing
gears and accelerating. They cared least about others, wanting others to be
prompt while they themselves wasted others’. Among the mob was a man. With
200cc bike, loud and terrifying horn and trendy accessories, he was a new
millennium, self-proclaimed street racer of not even a third class ability to
participate in a real race but with enough artillery to show off in public. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">The caitiff
person on the bike started to sound his horn. The loud horn irked every man on
the road. With some swift controls, he guided the bike ahead of a few vehicles.
A kid driving a cycle along the corner was in his way. He moved close by and
blew his horn and for seconds the kid’s ears were deaf. So were those of some
other commuters. After pushing over many others and driving over an elderly
person’s foot, the man was out of my view. He was not driving fast. He was
flying slow and low.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">I was
watching the circus of the guy and had missed the one thing that had happened.
I found every face that was brim with excitement and anxiousness, filled with
dolour. The signal had gone off. It was red. Probably a tenth of the traffic
would have gone past and it only grew. The expectation in everyone’s eyes, to
reach home and kiss their family a good night was pellucid even amidst that
turbid blanket of smoke from the vehicles. It was half past six in the evening.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">The signals
changed many times but the vehicles remained still. Despite this tranquillity of
the traffic, the motorists’ hearts turned clamorous. Many got down from their
vehicles and walked up street to have a look at what happened. Some shook their
heads dismissively upon returning. I did not bother to enquire as to what
happened.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">It took a
humongous hour and a half for the traffic to get streamlined and move as to
what would normally take a comparatively easier time of half an hour to pass
hundred metres to the signal. I drove my vehicle past the wreck that was lying
at the road and was intrigued by the happenings around. I stopped my vehicle
and moved towards the group that clamoured around a car. I asked a fellow what
had happened.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">“Accident.
Three vehicles. There was this car.” He said pointing at the bonnet wrecked car,
which I was barely able to see and continued his speech to show that he knew
everything that had happened, “It came from that side” pointing to the
direction that went against the one I came from. “Then this bike came from the
opposite side. Bike was driven by this teen while the car’s owner is a mid-aged
person from some IT company. They both ran the signal and got into an accident.
To top the cake, a bus came and hit the car on that side.” He ended signalling
the side facing away from us.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">“The biker
was thrown off and landed on the windshield of the car. See that. It is broken.
The centre from where the glass cracks arise is where the biker landed. Then
the bus came and hit the car pushing him down. He is taken to the hospital. The
car driver is shouting at the bus driver for reckless driving. He is saying
that it was the mistake of the biker that the accident took place. This person itself
ran the signal. The only vehicle driving properly was the bus. It moved on
seeing the green signal. These two vehicles were rushing to cross the signal
before the other vehicles came in.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">I then
tried to move forward when I saw a police officer entering the crowd. He called
upon his two other colleagues who were in the eye of the storm. They were
taking statements from the bus driver and the car owner. The biker was nowhere
to be seen. I assumed that he must have been taken to the hospital.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">I turned
around to leave the place when I found the bike’s broken visor under my leg. It
read ‘I am not riding fast. I am flying Low and Slow.’ He surely did fly, from
what the person told.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">I looked
around when I got on my bike. Many people were still making their way ahead of
others by trying to squeeze themselves through the traffic. It was just the
same as what that guy had done. All the people were stranded because of the
recklessness. It was not just the recklessness of two people. It was the
recklessness of the whole society. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">We don’t
drive fast. We just fly Low and Slow.</span><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Hail the sun of the morn that rose, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Or so from it's place it thought. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Shining bright since it arose, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Line that others have also bought. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Surface is cool, very hot within, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">On looking at the scums outside. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It cools itself with some fine Gin, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Following scums that live beside. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">When eve returns, it falls below, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">But forgets the fall on it's rise again. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It's rise but superficial yet slow, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Worlds nigh don't see what remain. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Men are like the sun that rages again, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Forgetting that it's a temporary gain.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: yellow; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The End</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Cheerless
creature,<br />
Walked with it's head down.<br />
Without many feature,<br />
Ferrying itself with a frown.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Brittle
being,<br />
Carting load on the back.<br />
Anyone seeing,<br />
Wouldn't give heed to the sack.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Moving
steady,<br />
Chest grew with a pant.<br />
Carrying heavy,<br />
Like an elephant on an ant.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Poor little
boy on his way to school.<br />
Carrying his school bag like a fool.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Gomati looked at
the clock to her right on the table. It was six in the evening. She concluded
that she had slept in three hours more than what the doctor had told. Her right
hand was rather painful and she knew not why. Then reality struck in and she
remembered her child. She turned to her left and found it beside her in the
cradle.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Soft and
shining, the legs of the cherub were visible to her. Clothes covered the child
and she was barely able to see above the thighs. She scanned the room if anyone
else was there near her who would attend her. None. None that she could call or
would attend her. The general ward was bustling with people sans any noise. Had
it been another place but the hospital the decibels would have reached
hazardous levels.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A nurse came by
and stopped in front of her with a tray in her hands. She then moved on calling
out at another nurse to attend Gomati. With a smile on her face, the nurse
congratulated Gomati and picked up the baby to show it to her. The face was
characteristically white in colour with a gold plated chain around its neck.
Gomati tried to lift her arms but was too tired to do anything. She could not
even speak. She mouthed the nurse asking what gender the child was.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“A beautiful
girl” replied the young nurse removing the cloth covering the body of the
child.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The spectre face
of Gomati turned into an abode of happiness and her eyes emitted rays of joy and
happiness. Her parents entered the ward and rushed forward to cosset the child.
Her mother took it from the nurse, started fondling the baby, and enlivened her
face to entertain it. Her father looked on at the happenings and smiled in
happiness. He too joined in with his wife in entertaining the baby. Gomati searched
for the desiderative soul that had been eagerly anticipating the birth of the
precious gem. The man who made her a mother.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Time flew by
with the grandparents entertaining the child and Gomati rested herself after
the tiresome experiences. After some time she spotted her husband coming in.
The room became dark upon his entry as he covered the only light source in the
hall by entering through the door to the bedroom. Gomati flitted. She was in
her house with her two week old on her lap. Her face reflected the sorrow upon
Death’s entry.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Reality struck
her. Again. The dramatic dream she was having was too good for her to let go
off. Fate is a cruel player of games against our dreams. It had made its move
against Gomati and she felt completely helpless lacking the willpower and the
strength to go against it. Her husband. The man who entered the room just then.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Are you still
hanging on to her?” asked Patel.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">‘She is my life.
The child that I gave birth. If things were to culminate into such a
circumstance then I would have chosen a different path back then ditching you.’
She thought but did not say to her husband.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The house in a
village near Dewas, Madhya Pradesh was filled with gloom and the weather made
it worse. The unusual off-season rains made the days in the house of the
Talwars even gloomier adding to the painstaking decision made by the family
members upon the insistence of their Son-in-law, Patel.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Tears filled the
eyes of the home’s only child, Gomati as an old woman entered the room after
her husband. The primitive clothing clad woman came near Gomati and laid a
sorrowful smile upon the baby and the mother. The wrinkled hands of the woman
touched the face of the baby and she ran it around the face admiring the beauty
of the sapling that had just sprouted. The hands then moved over to the hand of
Gomati that was holding the child and drove its way to the face of the piteous
mother.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The wrinkled
hands were not as fragile as they seemed and were laden with the strength of a
young and able young woman of twenty. Gomati’s soft clutches of the child did
not cause any hindrance to powerful hold of the woman, as an ant’s stance would
do against a storm. The harsh holds by the woman woke up the baby and after
some wriggle. It let out a loud cry for its mother.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Hearts began to
melt. Beat. Hurt. Most of them turned towards the cry but remained silent and
soon turned their eyes towards whatever it was they were staring for more than
five hours. Gomati rose and made a few steps towards her husband to speak up
but the stare from her father intimidating otherwise made her follow the long
followed system and culture of the society. Women shall never speak against men
in their lives. They shall remain the domestic slaves for the men whiling away
their lives in kitchens and televisions but shall never protest against
anything, especially against their husbands. Gomati was very good at that. She
will remain to be so.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The old woman,
who pacified the loud cries of the baby, fed milk to the child. Soon the crying
stopped. The girl’s voice came to a halt. So did its heart.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><b>~~~~~~The~~~~~~End~~~~~~</b></span></div>
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<i>It's been sometime since I wrote a short story. With my eyes on my novel and my new-found passion for poems it's hard to sit down and write a story away from the mentality with which I write my other works. I have reworked my priorities and making time for writing my blog in my schedule. Be surprised if you find a poem or two between my stories from now on. Hoping to keep with the monthly updates from now on. </i></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08584788726614483730noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504029766021862678.post-76266733835271300112013-06-30T23:52:00.000+05:302013-07-30T03:47:37.593+05:30Look Beyond<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i>When Sudden fascinations strike you hard and they happen to take you along paths of excitement, amazement, fortune, experience and knowledge, it is better to follow.</i><br />
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<i>My sudden fascination towards poems has made me write another one again and here it is. A simple, small time poem on looking beyond at the time of despondency.</i><br />
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Look Beyond:</h4>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Look beyond,<br />The world is new today.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The tramps of the night,<br />The spoils of a fight,<br />The wrong and the right,<br />Are long past gone.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">A gloomy day,<br />Burning hay,<br />Lost way,<br />Just look beyond.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Falling will,<br />Times of chill,<br />Days of grill,<br />Are long past gone.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Intrusive guys,<br />Vehicle's noise,<br />Dropped choice,<br />Just look beyond.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Wars of death,<br />Olive wreath,<br />Doomsday breath,<br />Are long past gone.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Thieving mice,<br />Scanty rice,<br />Melting ice,<br />Just look beyond.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Men have marched,<br />Past the fields parched,<br />Achieved next notch,<br />By looking beyond.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Look beyond,<br />Thy shall rise.<br />Look beyond,<br />Thy shall be wise.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Never be torn,<br />Worse is long past gone,<br />So look beyond...<br />Look beyond.</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08584788726614483730noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504029766021862678.post-77574923454766608532013-06-13T00:30:00.000+05:302013-07-30T03:46:23.268+05:30Becoming an Eagle<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i>For a change my friends, I test waters in poetry. With different forms of art being explored I take time to invest my time in a novel and thus have been a little tight on my schedule to work on my blogs. Soon enough I will start my work back here as I continue to venture beyond the boundaries set for me by Mr. Nobody.</i><br />
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<i>Until then I hope you enjoy my poem. This is my debut as a poet.</i><br />
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<b><u>Becoming an Eagle</u></b><br />
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Driven by it's instinct<br />
<span style="background-color: white;">The bird returns </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">Home to sleep.. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">The day's toil,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">Wore it down</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">As it dreams deep..</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: white;">Lights rise,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">It opens it's eyes,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">To see the vast Sky..</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: white;">Above flew one,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">Soars alone,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">Without a shy..</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">Deep inside,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">It has it's pride,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">In looking at the Sun..</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: white;">It swooped below,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">to catch a foe,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">No, not for fun..</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">It soared high,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">To reach the sky,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">Behold an Eagle it became..</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">None hoped so,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">When it swooped so low,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">That it would rise Again.</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08584788726614483730noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504029766021862678.post-18948059978673840732013-02-05T00:09:00.004+05:302015-01-14T19:01:52.315+05:30Dreams of David<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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was falling apart. He knew it. He also knew that the only way out was to go
through the rough patch. Deciding so David came back home to confront his
failing marriage from the shop he owned, after two days of continuous and vain
work. Opening the door he found his wife Ivy at the kitchen and went forward
with big smile on his face and said “Hey. What are you up to?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">“Why
does it bother you?” she snubbed him in an instant and went on with her cooking
while he returned, feeling sad, to the bedroom and hit the bed. The two days of
hard toil had been in vain and he was already running late in repayment of
loans. The loan shark had given him a week’s time two days back for the
repayment of the amount payable to him and it was for this that he tried so
hard. The losses from his business were the reason for his failing marriage, he
believed and that his private computer hardware company was hit because of the
recession in the economy. While these thoughts went on in his mind, his eyes
pulled themselves down, despite the evening sun shedding their light over his
face, after working for the two days without a single minute of rest.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">The
sun came down and went well below the horizon without disturbing David until some
noise disturbed David from his sleep. The door of his bedroom was slightly open
and light from the hall came through it illuminating the darkness in the room.
With droopy eyes he got up from the bed and continued towards the door and had
a look at the digital clock which hung on the wall showing that it was seven at
night and he stopped his movement when he began hearing the voice of his
beloved.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">“Yes.
Mr John… I am really sure of getting the divorce… Please get the necessary
papers ready… I am yet to speak to him about this… I don’t even want any of his
property or anything from him… I just want to get over with this… Yes. I will
give you all the detail the coming weekend… Sharp at nine… I will be there.”
Spoke Ivy over the phone which clearly indicated that the person she was
talking to was a lawyer. She had gone through a lot of hardships the last few
months and was too weak to bear it anymore. Ranging from frequent harsh
responses to accusations of infidelity, she had heard it all from the only man
she loved or the only man she had loved. Her decision was to leave him and no
one was there in her mind.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Wide
awake with an aching heart, the pain of loss was something he had never
experienced and was now feeling it hard to even think of the loss of his wife. He
was now at the bed with tears flowing down his cheeks and he was trying hard to
control himself. Gaining control from the shock he had just received, he went
out of the room and seated himself on the sofa. Trying to be nice he flashed a
smile at his wife who in return took no notice and finished her work before
going to sleep.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">The
situation was out of his control and he vividly understood the same. Whatever
was happening was irreparable. Being an ardent believer of god he consoled
himself by saying that god would take care of him and his problems. Getting up
from the sofa he wandered around his own home like a vagrant in search of a
home and finally reached his daughter’s room. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">She
was fast asleep with her black hair falling down her face from the right side
covering the beautiful face of hers adding to the innocence of the nine year
old. It had been a long time since he had admired his daughter like that. He
had no time to do such things and was well consumed in his work. It had been a
long time since he had even seen his daughter. Seeing her was one thing which
he loved but now he had to make time to have a look at her. Looking at his Mary
and thinking all this, he inadvertently began crying alongside her bed, barely
realizing it. When she twitched, he got conscious and left the room, leaving the
guilt at the doorstep of her room.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Sofa
was occupied again and he began to nap with his head hanging behind over the
back rest as he drooped. With a loud bang the television in front of him worked
and he woke up startled to find his wife at the entrance of the bed room facing
the television with the remote controller in her hand. She was an ardent
follower of the late night news for she believed that that was the time when
really good news discussions came up. Coming with an indifferent look on her
face she wore the mask of a person interested in the news while in reality her
mind was wavering all around the world and over her better half.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">“Dear.”
David started, “I know that I have been rude to you. I am sorry for all that I
have done. Please bear with me. I will only be a matter of weeks until I return
to normal and we can be the same old couple we once were.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">“So
you do realize that we are not the same. Do you know what all I have missed
because of you? I have shared your success and am very much ready to share your
losses but only if you trust me. That’s it. Trust. This is the only thing that
I have lost. The past few weeks have been the worst of my life.” Inadvertently
tears rolled down her cheeks and they flickered among the varying colours from
the television. The colours changed and so did her mind. She chose to go to
sleep rather than continuing the exchanges and rose up.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">“But
it was always you. You are the one who spoiled our relationship with
infidelity. Who is he? Have you left him? Rather than shifting the onus on me,
it would be great if you’d rise up to accept your mistakes.” David called to
the retreating woman of his life.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">“Shit. Disgusting. How can you
say such vile things?” screeched Ivy in the way woman normally do to such
remarks “Once you have gone to such extents, how do you expect me to be with
you? I have asked my lawyer to prepare papers for divorce. Please leave me
alone. I want to get away from these shits of yours.” Her voice rose to great stubbornness
and she continued along her path with tears rushing down her eyes desperately
to see the earth and fall down on the ground to split into many smaller
droplets.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">His eyes were red in anger and
sorrow. Tears had dried up and he had no more left to shed. Not that he was
feeling to do so. His heart ached no more but raged with fire that was lit by
her in the midst of his melt-down in an opportune to pacify the leaving dove.
Her words still echoed in his head. “How do you expect me to be with you?” Was
this why she left him? Maybe the other guy is far privileged than David and had
bought her off the markets in hopes of entertainment for a reasonable time
until the copulation? It was all a speculation. Maybe he was well-hung?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">The cigar at David’s mouth burned
as fast as his mind speculated and was almost at its end but still his wavering
mind had not ended its journey in to the void of imaginations but only soared
higher than practicality until he returned to the world in which we live because
of a knock at the door. His mind raced to the unexpected and uninvited guest of
his who was at the doorstep waiting for him to react by opening the door but he
was there, sitting, guessing as to who might it be at the odd hour of eleven at
night.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">From the second knock he realised
his out worldliness and started but in the meantime a door </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">creaked inside the
house and lo behold, Ivy came out of the room and went on to open the door. The
tall and comparatively dark person stood at the doorstep and pushed aside Ivy
to enter the house despite her repeated attempts to persuade him to leave. He
caught hold of her and wetted her lips sweetly in front of David while she
didn’t even attempt to resist his adulterous and immoral advance.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">“Why are you making her cry?
Can’t you see that she’s changed and doesn’t love you anymore? She is mine now.
No one can separate us. She wants out with you.” The person declared to David
as he kept advancing forward with Ivy in his hand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">“She’s my wife. How dare you lay
on her your hands?” David retaliated to the anonymous lover of Ivy who was well
built and structured and thereby instilling fear in the mind of David while he
artfully disguised his fear with a tone that seemed to suggest that he was
breaking down.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">“She’s mine now.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">“You bitch. After all I did to
keep you. You fucking bitch. Bloody swine” David swore at his wife in a fit of
rage and sorrow.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">“One more word and I will break
your neck.” Exploded the buffed-up man and then turned towards his love “Come
with me now or I will be here with the police for your rescue.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Ivy and her lover started to have
conversations about the next actions to be taken by them to unite once and
forever and thereby putting an end to the menaces of David towards her. The man
was ready and set to leave with Ivy convincing him of her safety in being with
David until the next day and he once again planted a kiss. Unable to bear the
act of immorality, as per David’s morals, David took out the long bat which was
lying in its stand across the room and swung it with full might to injure the
head and bring down the far stronger man. His fit of rage made him to beat the
man continuously until the bat slipped off his hands and then he took the
painting hanging on the wall and boke it on his head. Suddenly he felt severe pain
at the back of his head and turned to find that his wife was holding the bat in
her hand but before he could react anymore he blacked out.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">The white room had one mirror and
was filled with a table and two chairs at the opposite sides of the table. He
laid there on the white floor and slowly brought himself up on heels and had
look at the mirror. Two men entered the room and pushed him into one of the
chairs and tied him down and thus immobilising David.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">In the next room Ivy sat, with a
muscular person in front of her, wearing a worried face which also explicitly
endorsed her anxiety in the matter. The man in front of her was wearing a long
white coat and was looking into a report provided to him by one of his
associates.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">“But what has happened to him?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">“That my lady is the problem at
hand. He is suffering from hallucinations. Schizophrenia probably. We are yet
to study him with more insight. You may return tomorrow by evening to have a
chat with him. I will call you later in the evening to update you of his
status. I guess he started hallucinating last evening, right?” asked the doctor
to Ivy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">“I don’t know. If he has been
hallucinating then it could be for a long while now. He has changed completely
in the last few months. He dreams of various… indecent acts. I mean he
hallucinates.” Replied Ivy with tears flowing from her eyes and in a fragile
tone as she broke down on hearing that he has become a mentalist.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">“That is common. Many people
hallucinate what they fear the most. Being put under immense pressure may cause
patients to hallucinate. Was he under pressure yesterday? What happened?”
interrogated the doctor<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">“He came home by evening after
two days of continuous work. He hadn’t slept the night before and was out at
the office. He hit the bed and woke up later at night. We were having a
disagreement and were not conversing well with each other. I snubbed him and
went to sleep. Then I hear some noises from the hall and go out to find him
breaking everything at the house. I thought it was his anger. But then he
started shouting. He was speaking to someone. I… I was afraid. His bat slipped
off his hands. Not knowing what else to do I hit him on the head after some
time.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">“Lucky that he didn’t have any
concussions. His head seems alright and there is no notable physical damage to
the head in spite of the hard blow dealt. Just some minor injury for the
moment. At least that’s what I have been told by these reports. He should be
fine in a few weeks under the medication and counselling. It won’t be a major
problem. The problem is when he reaches an advanced stage. I conclude that he
is not in a risky position as of now.” The doctor concurred “By the way, are
you planning to get divorced? He was saying something like that. If that is
true then it could be the reason why he started hallucinating.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">“No doctor. Never in my life have
I thought of divorcing him. May have a chat with him doctor?” Ivy pleaded.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">“It would be better not to.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">“Please doctor. I beg you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">“But only for a few seconds.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">“Thank you doctor.” She said with
gleaming eyes that expressed her full-hearted comment.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">She proceeded with caution and
fear into the white room in which her husband was tied up as the doctor
signalled the guard at the door to let her through after getting briefed by
them of the safety precautions to be taken and leaving the hazardous objects
with the guard. Inside he saw her with awe and amazement and signalled her with
his head to take the seat opposite to him and she followed suit.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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to be happy with him. Take care of Mary. Tell her that I love her.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">“I am not leaving you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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that you set me up.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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her ear Ivy came out of the room and acknowledged the doctor’s assurance with a
nod of her head and continued outside the hospital. Waving her hand she stopped
and got into a taxi to her home hoping to see her husband back in shape and
fit. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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pocket and dialled a set of numbers from her call history and waited for
someone to pick the phone at the other end.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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would… No. I want you to stop preparing the papers or divorce. I have changed
my mind.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">The house of Smiths was in a
lacklustre state and it was just three days more for Christmas. Eleven year old
Peter awaited his widowed father, James, at the entrance of house for which
rent was due for two months. They were about to get thrown out if the due
extended for one month more and James was busy arranging for money from known
sources through the small electronic service store he ran.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Times were dull at the store as
more people opted for newer devices rather than repairing the old ones.
Christmas was just as poor as the store he ran. Trees, lights, fittings, and
various other decorations were a luxury he could not provide for his son and
the sole star that hung at the doorstep was a year old.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">The long wish-list of Peter was
flushed down the sewers with the hopes of any prosperous deals that usually
came in James way at the beginning of the festive season. Walking home, James
stood at the entrance of the apartments before proceeding to face his son and
his unfulfilled dreams. The grief of cheating his son was greater than the fear
of being evacuated from the house. He was on the brink of filing insolvency
petition.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“What have you got for me Papa?”
asked Peter with pleading eyes which sent James into the crevasses. His hands
turned cold beneath the poor-knit gloves.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“Well… I…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">“Dad! Not again. It’s already
Christmas and we have not even bought the Christmas tree.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">“I’ll be sure to get you one
tomorrow, darling. I’m too tired today. Please forgive me.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">“That’s fine dad. What’s for dinner?”
Peter came forward and hugged his dad lovingly forgiving his misdeeds.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Two days passed in a jiffy and
James managed to pacify his son on both days. The eve of Christmas arrived and
the cries of Peter grew with the merriment of the world. James assured Peter
that he would get gifts from Santa Claus and this was the only thing that
brought cheer to the face of the kid.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“What will Santa bring daddy?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“It’s something only he knows.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> “Will he get the toys that I asked for him?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“Listen Peter. Santa doesn’t give
you what you want. He gives you what you need.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“Can I see Santa Claus tonight
dad?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“No Peter. It’s already late. Go
to sleep. He won’t come if you stay awake.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“Fine then. Good night dad.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“Good night Peter.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“Dad! Leave the door open.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“Yeah. I will. I always do.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">The next morning Peter woke up to
the next morning only find that there was nothing in stores for him. Feeling
dejected he ran back into his room with wet eyes and tears flowed down his
cheeks. The ocean which formed at the bottom from his tears grew with every
passing minute. James came in with drooping eyes. After having a drink with his
friend the previous night, he had gone to sleep late after midnight. Hearing
the sobs of his son he ran and sat next to the small figure from which tears
kept running down.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“Peter. Don’t… Don’t cry.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“Dad. Santa has not come.” He
spoke loud with wide open mouth and tear shedding eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“No Peter. He did come.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“No he didn’t. There is no
present.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> “It’s all because of you. It’s because we
didn’t get any decorations. Because we didn’t get the Christmas tree. We didn’t
even hang the socks for him to put the gift in.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“Peter, he has given you gifts.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“No he didn’t. I won’t speak with
you. I don’t want to see you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“Peter. Come on. Listen to me. He
has given you gifts. I will tell you what it is.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“No you are lying.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“No I am not. Have I ever lied to
you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“Yes. You did not get me
anything. You said that you will buy me presents and you didn’t buy me
anything.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“Well. That is different. Okay
can you tell me another instance I have lied to you. Don’t you want your
presents?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“I want them.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“Then stop crying. Then you won’t
get any gift the next Christmas. Santa Claus doesn’t like children who cry.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">With some final sobs, Peter’s red
eyes stopped shedding tears and he hung close to his father. His arms ran
around James, who pulled him closer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“Where are the presents?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“You are having them.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“Me?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“Yeah. This time Santa has given
you not one but three gifts.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“Like Jesus who got three gifts
from the kings.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“Three. Okay. Yeah. Sort off.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“What are they?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“The first one is your life. You
have your life in your hands. You can win the world over with your life. You
have your whole life ahead of you and you can develop into a great man. Someone
who can make an impact across the globe. The life is budding and you can shape
in a great way. In a way that can change the world for the better.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">“Then?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“The second present is the heart.
You have a good heart Peter. You are good at heart and that is something that
can take you to great heights. Santa has given you this, to achieve what others
couldn’t”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“What is the third one?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“Third. The present.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“Yes. What is the present?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“Oh! No. Not that present. The
present. The now. You have a lot of things to achieve. In your ambitions you
should not forget to enjoy your life. On your road to success, you have to
enjoy the journey.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“Dad. I’m not able to understand
what you are saying.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“Not even a small bit?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“Well. I do understand most of it
but just that… I don’t know. It just makes me wonder. Am I the only one who has
these gifts?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">With a smile, James hugged his
child harder, hoping that the tides change with the change in the year.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08584788726614483730noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504029766021862678.post-39678558337417273742012-11-30T12:30:00.001+05:302015-01-14T19:01:52.325+05:30The Perfect Plan<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">The sun beamed at the stage set for
the party campaigning at the district for the elections which were round the
corner</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“Why is Ram so tensed today?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“He is the one in-charge of today’s
campaigning and this is the last place of campaign. The party’s future in the
coming elections doesn’t seem well. So everything could be blamed on him. His
head is at stake.” Replied the Senior Editor to his newly-appointed assistant’s
question.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“Then do you think that there would be
something up their sleeves for this is the final place of campaign for the
party before the elections.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“You mean like a master-stroke. It
only happens in cinemas. Usually these things will be a big drab. Some usual
swearing against the opposite parties and then brags about themselves and
finally distribution of money or liquor or whatever, depending upon the
remaining never-ending election funds.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“Then why are we here?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">A person came from behind and patted the Senior Editor’s back, pulling a
chair close-by near them and taking his seat.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“This is Mr Aravind. He is the reason for our visit here.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“Hello.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“Hello Sir”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“He is the Party’s PR head. He says that the party leader, Krishna, has
something planned for this final speech. That is why we have come here. It may
be important.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“What is it about?” the two of them turned towards Aravind with a blank
look on their faces.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“We don’t know. Ram is the one who believes in it. He is the only person
with whom the leader has spoken in the past week and he claims that the Leader
has insisted that we make some special arrangements for this day. We don’t know
what it is. Ram doesn’t know what it is. Our Leader must have stumbled upon
something big enough to turn tables for us. That is what we all believe. It’s
going to be an important day.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Ram smiled at Aravind for a second, who returned it, then turned his
head to the opposite of the stage and looked hard at the building which was in
ruins. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Jai and Dev came into their room with two black bags hanged on their
shoulders. They unpacked the items and began setting up the devices.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“How long will it take?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“How am I supposed to know, Dev?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“Then when do we start working?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“Well let’s get prepared and set up our devices. We shall begin our work
once we get the signal. We have to be patient. Get ready.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“In short, it could take aeons for completing our work.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Pilot cars came into the ground splitting the sea of people into two on
both ends of the road and immediately Ram’s face brightened. What followed was
the envoy of the opposition leader and taking a circle around the ground his
car came right in front of the red carpet and halted. Ram rushed forward to
open the door for his beloved Leader. Krishna got down from the car and tumults
rose from the crowd and everyone was waving their hands at him and Krishna
returned his love for hem by waving back at them. By this time the cameras had
started running, reporters had opened their notepads, laptops and I-pads and
were eager to capture what would be said, photographers clicked their way
through their own crowd around Krishna for a better snap at him and other
leaders, seated at the stage, either came down to receive their Party’s leader
or they stood up to show respect towards his arrival while the person on the
microphone stopped his speech for the settlement of the crowd.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“Mine is all set, Jai. What else do you want me to do?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“Focus.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“Anything else?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“Focus.” Replied Jai as he was still fixing his device on the stand
trying to focus on his work by fobbing off the interruptions from his companion
whom he had to pick up for his own safety.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Several members of the party had taken turns at the mike and only
Krishna and Ram were left for giving speech and it was already decided that Ram
would take the conclusion and thanking part of the meeting. Krishna, a man not
more than sixty-five with grey groomed hair and no other facial hair, came up
in front of the mike and again the tumults began from the crowd and one could
only hear the whistles and shouts of the crowd. Krishna raised his hand asking
the supporters to calm down and was obeyed and he started his speech. Not more
than five minutes later, Ram came up to Krishna and whispered something in his
ears. Krishna acknowledged the statement and continued the speech again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“The signal’s here. Wait for me to go. Wait for my instructions after
that.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“Okay.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Jai looked through the lens and found the Leader standing at the podium,
waiting for him to do his work. With a deep breath held back, Jai pulled the
trigger and the bullet soared through the air. Krishna’s head was run through
by the silver bullet, came out through the other end of his head and was lost.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Ram turned to the building opposite to him and made some signal for his
men to search the place. People began to run hither-tither and there was a big
commotion which by itself trampled some of the men, who had fallen on the
ground.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Some men were visible through the broken window of the rooms. They were
ready for this and were waiting for the chance to grasp the culprit in action.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“What do you see?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“There are some men inside the room.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“How many?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“I’m not sure. Maybe four. Could be more.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“Great. Did you bring my phone?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“It’s in the bag.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“Get to your position. Now.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Blood was flowing out of the hole on Krishna’s head and Ram sat near his
leader wailing out loud of the most unfortunate event that took place on such
an eventful day. Some more time and the ruling party would have been nailed by
the Leader’s speech for he had come to know of a secret about the Ruling party
which he had wanted to reveal directly to the public. Now the secret has died
with him. An ascending sound of a cell phone was heard at the stage and Ram
reached for his vibrating pocket to take out his phone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Caller: Private.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“Hello?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“It’s me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“Are you safe?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“Yes. Didn’t expect it right.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“What do you mean?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“I saw men barging into the room which I showed you as the place where I
would be carrying out my operation. How did they come? Surely you should have
given out my place.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“What do you mean? I didn’t send anyone there.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“Then how did they come?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“Someone must have seen the gun fire. Yes. That’s it. Someone must have
seen the gun fire when you shot and they came searching.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“Didn’t you read me? I wasn’t there. At the place where I told you, I
would be. I am somewhere else. You turned against me. I always had doubts about
you. The first time I met you. I knew you were wrong. You were evil. You would
do anything for yourself. Just like planning to kill your Leader. Now you have
reached the end of your fate. Any last wishes?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“No. No. Leave me alone. I will get you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“You won’t have the time.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“Come on. Don’t do this.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“Why not?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“Please I beg you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“Dirty politicians are as good as rotten apples. Good bye.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Jai signalled Dev to carry out his work. A small bang and in a second
Ram fell on the stage beside his Leader with his phone near his head and the
call running. More bloodshed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“Why did you kill your employer?” asked the apprentice to Jai.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“Else he would have come after us. I was a liability. If I get caught,
he gets caught. That’s why he sent men to kill me at that room.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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is not our problem. Whether we kill them or they themselves commit suicide, it
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The First Fight</h2>
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The table was set. She had come
early citing the special day. She knew of the plans to dine out and it was the
reason she had come early from office. Rahul took Tanya out in his car, not two
years old, and was contemplating the incidents that were to take place at the
restaurant which could send ripples all through his life. He knew the result of
his action but still it was the human nature that made him nervous and he
struggled to keep cool. This was unnoticed by his partner, Tanya, even after
they reached the destination. The starters went in and then the main course.
When the desserts came in she found a ring. Ring of diamond, topping her ice
cream. She looked at it in bewilderment. Before she knew what it was she found
Rahul on his knees beside her. Arms wide apart. Music played at the restaurant.
“You are my Lady.” Freddie Jackson had done a great job. He mouthed the
words. “Just want to show. My feelings for you.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Tears filled her eyes and she
made no effort to hold them back. The furious nod of her head signalling her
accent sank in far sooner than what Rahul usual takes. He signaled for the
music to change. The music changed. “Nobody wanna see us together, Money don’t
matter…” Akon’s song continued as Rahul took Tanya in his hands.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>That was six months ago. They have been in relationship for over four years and he had done the most ridiculous
acts to make her fall for him. They were from the same college and she is a
year younger than him. After college, they both took up jobs in the same city.
After the appeal by Rahul to marry at the restaurant, they contemplated their
marriage and had fought for the consent of their parent and won the battle.
Marriage was the best time of his life and the period that had followed were
his best. The happiest. But now it all has turned into a dream. It is not what
one could want. Or think. He is wondering what it was. Where he has gone wrong?
His hands ache. They are tied up above his head to the ceiling fan which is
loosened and any effort from him may lead to the fall of the fan on his head.
He wakes up from his dream of the past. Sharp knife runs through his back. The
cut runs through his shoulder and blood pours from the long wound. His shouts
are incomplete for his mouth is wrapped. Tied by a piece of cloth. It is used
for cleaning his bike. He had brought it up for cleaning. It is in his mouth,
muffling his sounds, unclean and yet to be washed. Tears run down. Like rivers.
From the mountains. From his eyes. They fall into the blood pool in front of
him. It was formed from the wounds he had received early in the morning. The Saturday.</i><o:p></o:p></div>
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The day had begun as a usual Saturday.
They had made love in morning and were on the bed till eleven in the morning.
She received a phone call. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Rahul. I have to go out. It’s
urgent. Bye.” She said as she started dressing up.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Where? What happened? Shall I
come with you?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Nothing. It’s urgent. But
nothing to worry about. Don’t worry. Okay. Order something for lunch and don’t
wait for me. I may join you for dinner. I can’t be sure.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Then I will go out for lunch. At
some restaurant. If you want you can join in. For lunch. I’ll cook something
for dinner.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“No. I won’t be joining you for
lunch. I will tell you about dinner later.” She said with a stern face and was
already wearing her heels and was ready to go in her party-wears.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The gloss of her dress suggested
that it was a planned meeting and she had failed to update him of her
program. He felt sad. He wanted to be with her. He was relishing the memories
of her, in the bed with him. An idea spun from nowhere into his curious mind
and he decided to follow her. It was not that he doubted her fidelity. It was
for the sheer excitement. He was an excitement freak and had done many things
for sheer excitement as far as jumping from the first floor. He put on some
shady clothes and started behind her.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It was hard for him. Hard to
digest what he saw. She was with a person at the restaurant. Her colleague. She
could have informed him. Was she cheating him? His mind knew no bounds to
imagine the worst. He returned home and awaited her return. The door opened.
Her dress was crumbled. Her ears were unusually red. Her face too was had a shade of red to it.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“What was it?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“What?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Where did you go? What
happened?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Oh that. My friend. She. She had
some problem. It’s some personal thing. It’s over now.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Is it too personal to keep me in
the dark about what happened?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“It’s her personal. Some women
problems. Not for your ears.” She came close to his ears and said the sentence
with a slight tinge of seduction. He was not aroused. His rage rose.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Who was he?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Who?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Him. The one with whom you were
having lunch with.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“What are you saying? I’m not
able to understand.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Don’t play dumb. I followed you.
Who is he?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“You followed me? You doubt me?
You thought that I was cheating on you.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“No. I followed you for fun. But
that has nothing to do with this. Answer me first.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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The voices rose and it was
evident that both were far away from being cool and their hot heads were too
easily visible.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“What do you mean? You didn’t doubt
me. I mean. Look at you. You are suspicious.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Answer my question first. I
don’t doubt you. I didn’t doubt you.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“You didn’t or you don’t? Be
clear.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I didn’t doubt you until I saw
you with someone else. Until you lied that you went to meet your friend. A
woman. How can you lie to me? And what was that? Women problems. Is that the
best that you can come up with? I didn’t expect this from you. You have
deceived me.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“No didn’t. It was her lover. The
person with whom I was chatting at the hotel. She was in some problem and I
went to see her. She was at the hotel. Then I went on to chat with him. That
was what had happened. Yeah. You are so cheap and mean. Insensitive. I never
thought you were like this. You are a cheater. You doubted me, followed me and now
suspect me and my fidelity. Is that all? Or have you got some pictures as well?
Maybe you sent out some sleuths behind me? Now why isn’t that possible?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“That was it?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“What do you expect?” she yelled
at the top of her voice which echoed back to the house at third floor of the
apartments. Rahul had backed off. His guilt was visible in his voice and he
made a shameful face. His face signaled his defeat in the argument. Tanya had
stormed to victory. The day passed with no more conversation between them. Rahul
tried to make amends but Tanya switched rooms whenever he tried to approach
her. It was late by night when he apologized for his mistake and she forgave
him and continued with her work. They slept together and she turned away from
him while he put his arms around her and slept. It was their first fight since
their meeting. They had not had the slightest quarrel in this many years and
this was something which came up unnecessarily. Her anger was justified from
his point of view for he would have done the same to her if she had suspected
him.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>His fingers are cold. The blood
was now flowing from the place where his finger, which is now in front of him,
was. Blood drips from the hands onto his head and they come down his face and
fall on his foot. The wounds on his back by themselves are painful. But this
severed finger of his instills fear in him. It is his fear of death that is
subservient to the fear of pain. Fear of pain is by far the most terrible fear
of all. It is far greater than any fear including the fear of death. Most of
the people fear death not because of their non-existence after it but because
of the pain that one has to go through before dying. This is what is hitting
him. His feet trembles in fear. The shakes of his legs soon give way of jitters
of jaws. Unable to open his eyes he uses his ears to hear what is happening
around. Soon some fingers run around his chest and a body come closer to him.
The figure runs its fingers over his body and it comes even closer reducing the
distance to nil between them. Soon the lips take action and are run over his
shoulders. Seduction. He is being seduced in such at such a state. The blood
running over his face is rubbed off by the lips. He understands whose antics
these are. He has heard it all. His mouth is still sealed and his eyes closed
for wishes not to see anything and believe what is happening.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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He woke up at midnight and found
Tanya missing beside him. He got up to search for her and found her in the most
awkward way. She was in her black bikinis.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I will come. Go on.” She said
and signaled him the way towards bedroom. No sooner did he turn around, he
felt something hit his head hard from behind and the next thing he knew was
that his hands were held above his head and he was standing at the bedroom of his
home. His hands were tied to the fan above his head. His mouth was sealed with
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searched to see who it was who did this to him and his wife appeared from the
kitchen in a red robe.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Hey darling. Seems you are a
little off the ground.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Rahul turned around to see she
had brought in some accomplice with her. She was speaking with someone at the
restaurant.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Oh don’t worry darling, there is
no one but us here. It’s our time now. So, how does it feel with your hands
caught above?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Rahul looked puzzled at her odd
words and new, modern looks. She had transformed from a homely woman to a
ravishing and rude beauty. A seductress. This was new to him. He knew not this
side of his wife. She had a frantic look on her face. It was scary.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Do you know why you are here? I
mean, like this? It’s because of you. All you guys are the same. You want to
keep women below your feet. You want them down. Have you thought what is it
that made you all so great for women to be subordinate? Why should we serve
you? You guys are disgusting.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I am going to teach you a
lesson. A lesson for all men. For men to be respectful towards women. Women who
serve them. You should be obliged. You should be at our feet for all that we
do. I have been sending out messages to the world but no one ever seems to
listen. I want you be the best message for them. You will be the best of all.
You. My only husband.” She let out devilish laughter.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I am going to amputate you. Hurt
you. So hard that it conveys all the pains that women face in every country. It
will be the ultimate message to the world. To stop their atrocities against
women. You will be the message. Get ready. It’s going to be a fun night ahead.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>It was two when this had
happened. Now it is three. The dawn is here. Some more time and then the sun
would be up. Someone would come to his rescue. Someone to save him. Someone to
stop his wife. The beast. He opens his eyes and sees little. He reopens the
eyes after some flickers and finds his wife having a cutter blade in her hand
with which she has injured him.</i><o:p></o:p></div>
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“What is it baby? Are you feeling
the pain? Shall I treat your wound?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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He stares hard at her and tears
start running from his eyes again. He sniffs and then shakes his head and drops
of blood scatter all around him.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Tears. They are such powerful
weapons. Isn't it the weapon of women? We women use tears to change the minds
of men. We use them to make you feel guilty. Weren’t these the statements made
by you men? Now you are crying. We cry when we are hurt. And so do you. Now
where the fuck do you see the difference between the fucking genders?” the
modulations in her voice were terrifying for Rahul and he trembled even more. He
tried to stop his tears but ended up making it worse and waterfalls were
unleashed.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“It all started with my step-dad.
He was very kind and loving towards my mother. She adored him. She abandoned my
father for him. I remember him. My father. The son of a bitch. He used to beat
my mom around like hell. She had scars on every part of her body. It was not
long until my mom found her boss attractive. He too had an unusual attraction
towards her. She wanted to get away from the hell we were on. She wanted to
make my life better. I wasn’t spared by my dad. He hit me alright.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I don’t know when but she got
hooked up with this boss. She took me along with her. My father did not know
that we were about to run away. He needn’t know. All was well. Until I
attained. Yes. It was after a year that I attained it. He changed. He wanted
me. He was obsessed with both of us. When my mom was not available I was the
one who satisfied him. He made me do it. He forced me. I wanted to leave. But I couldn’t. My mom was
caught between it. She found out the truth. It was not a matter of time until I
was admitted to a residential girls’ school. It was a heaven. But it did not
last forever. I had to return for the summer vacation and he put his ugly paws
on me. I did not want it. I couldn’t control myself. I wanted to kill him. The
next time I opened my eyes he was holding his head and his eyes were darted up.
I couldn’t find his eyeballs. I went to check on him. His pulse was not there.
I soon realized that I held a vase in my hand. It was a metal vase. It was
evident.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“My mother took the blame and she
was put to death. I did not stop. I wanted revenge. Revenge for the death of my
mother. For the suffering we had gone through. I went on to woo men. Every one
of them had some complex. They wanted to over-power me. The woman kind. I hated
this. The previous men I knew were like them. I did not hesitate. I killed each
and every one of them. I escaped. I was missing at every incident. I had the
perfect alibi. No one knew me. I killed each one. But you. You were not like
others. You were different. You were happy to be with me and never hurt my ego.
Never tempted me. Never hurt me. But then. Today. Or more appropriately
yesterday, you changed. You became those wolves. You tried to suppress me. Do
you know? I was always two timing. I always had more than one boy behind me.
All of them are dead. The police found it hard to solve the case and they put
them behind. Many innocents were put behind bars. I enjoy this. I enjoy
killing. I kill those who suppress the women.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Unfortunately, no one got the
message. I have found it hard to convey the message. But now. If I kill you, I
would be the prime suspect. I have to abscond. So it would be better to send a
strong and loud message to the world through you. After all I am going to be
the suspect. So why not make it evident. I killed you. Brutally, of course. And
post your photos on the Internet. Then abscond. Don’t worry. I will destroy
every other thing here. I will burn them. Hmm… That would set off the alarms.
Okay. I will blow off the house. It’s already five. Just one hour more. Our
maid would be here. I will kill her and make her look like me. Put the blame on
her. We both die darling. That’s what it will be on the news. Maid kills the
masters and runs off with the jewels. This sounds like a good idea.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Tanya runs her hands over his
face and with another hand, in which she holds the cutter blade she slashes his
stomach. She reaches for his wrist and slits the artery running in the way and
then his throat. The doorbell rings. It is the maid. She comes in.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The news reader from a prominent
news channel starts the program dedicated to the incident “Today the city of Mumbai
has come into a state of shock as a maid kills the master of the house and steals the
jewels.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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xxx THE END xxx</div>
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Inspired by a Short film - 'Date No. 25'<br />
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