Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Chapter Twenty Seven: Lice

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GOD of a man
Eternity Versus Eternity
 
“Those who surrender, their posterity are deprived of pride by the history, respect by their present, and honour by their future.”
 
Chapter Twenty Seven: Lice
Dated: 24th December, 2459
 
Folklores are never written about people born into privilege, with a dais ready for them to step on to and be heard right from their birth. Folklores are written about ordinary people who stand up against the flow of events in an imbecile society. They make simple decisions rooted in conscience, to create a chain of extra-ordinary events, and thus leave behind a history their posterity is proud of. And it is the pride vested in their genealogy that gives the posterity its’ due status in the society, or otherwise the guts to fight for it were it to be denied by their peers. It is history which gives strength to fight the demons of the present, and earn a place of prominence in the future.
 
Silence is not surrender, but giving up the fight is. And those who surrender neither get honour from their enemies, nor the respect of their kin. It is better to be consumed in the quest for glory, than taking the easy exit. Brave are remembered, cowards loathed! However, to fight unto the end requires courage born only out of a firm belief in what is at stake. When what is at stake is much more important than life, the battlefield becomes home, the battle life, and glory partner.
 
Toughest battles are those when the norms and beliefs of a society are challenged by an enlightened soul. They are tough for it is not easy to convince a society to even reassess its’ beliefs, leave alone impressing upon it to make them over completely. Society prefers to doubt the intelligence and intentions of the one challenging its’ beliefs, for the truth he speaks makes them uncomfortable. It is hard for anyone to accept they were wrong. It is much easier to silence a dissenting voice. However progress, whether scientific or social, has always only been achieved through the efforts of either a rebellious intelligence, or a revolutionary idea, that dared challenge the norms prevalent in their society. Galileo had to die for questioning the belief that Sun revolved around the earth. Columbus had to address more than one king’s court to get the money to set on a voyage that established the world is round, and not flat. Democracy was achieved after much bloodshed and struggles. But once some gain has been made, it needs to be consolidated and protected, lest it were to be lost again. New Saisho has a virtue that has been the instrument behind its’ close knit, free and peaceful society. A handful of greedy people are however intent on altering its’ future for the worst, for their vested interests. One frail body with a strong mind stands in between tonight.
 
The dark does not have an existence of its’ own. What is dark is so because of the absence of light. And light may travel in a line as straight as a sword, but it works like a drill, digging a tunnel right through the heart of the dark. The small lights of the electric car were enough to create a hole in the night, for the car to run head on into it. Jenny had the advantage of a head start, but the enemy was closing in fast. Before Jenny knew, the enemy was upon her.
 
She had barely driven past the turn-off for the out-of-bound suburbs when ‘Slipknot’ pulled his big vehicle next to her tiny one. She turned her head around and looked in his eyes for the first time. He on his part gave her a big weird smile, tilting his head like an owl, before he turned his vehicle in and sharp towards Jenny’s car, almost pushing it off the road. Jenny pressed hard on the brake pedal to avoid getting pushed into the ditch by the side of the road. Slipknot immediately cut across her and turned his vehicle at ninety degrees, bringing it to a halt in a way so as to block the road ahead. He immediately jumped out of his vehicle and lunged towards Jenny’s car, who immediately reversed it back, turned it around, and turned off towards the out-of-bounds area. Slipknot immediately returned to his vehicle that had died down by the time, and luckily for Jenny, refused to start up again as he repeatedly turned the ignition key around.
 
Jenny meanwhile was on her way, driving as fast as she could. She wanted to turn off at one of the shortcuts she knew, but strangely though, she couldn’t find the road anymore. She pulled out her mobile and dialled the emergency number ‘One hundred’. The voice at the other end answered, “Emergency services. Do you need police, fire or ambulance?”
 
“Police,” Jenny replied as she frantically looked in her rear-view mirror to check how far her pursuers were. She noticed Slipknot’s vehicle just turning onto the road she was on, and another vehicle could be seen driving down the road from the ‘House of Faith’.
 
“This is New Saisho Police station. How may I help you?” the voice on the phone sought her attention.
 
“Hello, I need help,” Jenny frantically shouted back, “Someone is trying to kill me. Please send someone immediately.”
 
“What is your current location?” the officer at the other end asked without the need of any identification or details, as was the protocol for emergency calls.
 
“I don’t know the names of the streets I am on, for I never lived here, but I know my way through it,” Jenny knew her reply wasn’t going to be very helpful, so she tried to explain the best she could, “But I am in my car heading towards the city via the out-of-bounds area, and being hotly pursued by some dangerous people in two bigger and faster vehicles.”
 
“Sorry, did I hear you correctly?” the officer wanted to confirm something, “Did you say you were in the out-of-bounds area of the town?”
 
“Yes, that’s right officer,” Jenny replied.
 
“Sorry lady, in that case we won’t be able to help you,” the officer refused flatly, “We are under strict government orders, not to venture into that area under any circumstances including worst emergency.”
 
“How can you even say that? It is your job to protect every citizen of New Saisho,” Jenny was expectedly incensed.
 
“I am sorry, but all I can do at the moment is convey the information to the senior on duty,” the officer replied, “He is the only one who has the authority to override this order. But it will take some time.”
 
“I don’t have time,” Jenny replied, “They are gaining on me with every second.”
 
“We are sorry but you are on your own for the moment. But don’t worry, we will return to you as soon as we can,” the officer’s reply shocked Jenny, leaving her speechless and dry throated.
 
In real world even the most perfect situation is a volatile mix of imperfect conditions. Commonsense recommends standardising working procedures to ensure a smooth workflow across a wide array of circumstances, and to ensure a quick response to any sudden changes. However being prepared for any eventuality does not necessarily means an immunity against loss under all circumstances, but can also include a willingness to accept a certain level of loss depending upon the severity of the surprise.
 
“Why are you sitting in the dark?” Anne asked the President as she switched on the light of his study.
 
“Is it night already?” President asked a bit surprised as his pensive trance was finally broken.
 
“It’s been night for hours now,” Anne said as she walked next to his chair and knelt beside it, putting her gentle hands on his weary arm resting on the arm-rest.
 
“I didn’t realize,” President Shoji Katsuo answered, “I had been sitting here since late afternoon.”
 
“What’s the matter? Something’s bothering you,” Anne asked.
 
“I never thought it will all end like this,” President said remorsefully as if fate was his making, “All the years of hard work, all the sacrifices, it all boils down to a situation that reminds us once and for all; you are just human.”
 
“Yes we are,” Anne tried to comfort him, “And we fight.”
 
“Yes we do,” President said with a heavy breath. He then got up and walked to the centre table in the study and picked up a file labelled confidential. “Its’ time to shortlist and prepare your team for evacuation. The mission will depart on twenty fifth of March next year, the last day of our earth,” President said as he held out the file for Anne to take it, “This file contains a list of technical and professional skills that the candidates need to posses in order to be considered for this mission. The number of spaces on the craft are only limited, so they all will be allowed to bring along only one member of their families. No relaxation will be allowed regarding the health and age requirements. The confidentiality of this mission is to be maintained at all times by your entire team including yourself, and not even the closest family members are to be informed until the day the team is officially required to assemble for embarking, and that too until after the actually boarding.”
 
“What do you mean by my team,” Anne asked a bit surprised as she took the file from his hand. She opened the file to have a look, and a quick read of the very first line of the very first page left her shocked and speechless. She turned her head up and looked straight in his eyes as her breath paused. A tear rolled down her cheek. “No you can’t,” and she broke down as she rushed to hug her uncle.
 
A society’s bane is not the people who do the wrong thing, but the rest of the society when it fails to reprimand them. There will always be people who will abuse the system for selfish ends. The system will however collapse only when the rest of the society will choose to turn a blind eye to their act, either hoping the things will rectify themselves, or hoping that someone else will fix it for them. The world is made a place worth living in by the significant numbers who do the right thing. If things start deteriorating, the degradation never halts. Rather it keeps building on, corrupting everybody one by one till there is no one left doing the right thing. That is when a society collapses. If it weren’t for the people who rise up above personal interests and sufferings, to re-ignite the torch of morality and values in the society every now and then, humanity would have degraded to animal behaviour long time back.
 
Having been refused any immediate help by the emergency services, and an adversary gaining upon her with each passing second, all hope seemed to have been lost for Jenny. Her phone dropped from her hand and she started crying. There was only one last avenue left to be tapped; Elle, her old classmate. She immediately picked up her phone and called her. As she waited impatiently for Elle to answer her call, to her horror, she noticed a huge ditch in the middle of the road in front. It hadn’t been there previously but must have formed as a result of the space tears afflicting the area. The street was dark, and her car’s headlights weren’t bright enough to have forewarned her adequately. She braked hard and tried to swerve to a side but it was too late. The car skidded off the road to plunge into the four feet deep ditch and overturned. Luckily though, since she had her seat belt on and had almost brought her car to a halt, she escaped without getting seriously hurt.
 
Jenny quickly gathered her wits together, undid her seat belt, kicked open her door, and crawled out. Elle’s voice meanwhile could be heard on her phone’s speaker. As Jenny picked up her phone from the car, she had the presence of mind to turn the car and its’ lights off, so as to hide her location from her suitor and buy some time. She finally answered in a whisper, “Hello Elle, it’s me, Jenny. Please help me! They are going to kill me too.”
 
“Jenny, where are you and who is going to kill you,” Elle was shocked by the information.
 
“I don’t know who they are,” Jenny replied, her voice shaking with fear as she found the courage to crane her neck out of the pit to have a look at her pursuer, “I saw them talking to Granger and Norman at the ‘House of Faith’. I don’t know what they did to Reverend Ferdinand, but I heard them talking about taking care of the old man, and also planning to get rid of me.”
 
“Don’t you worry Jenny, for nobody will be able to even lay their hand on you,” Elle’s reply was charged with self belief, “Just tell me where you are right now and I will be there in no time.”
 
“I am in the out-of-bounds area,” Jenny replied, “I even called the police station but the person on the phone refused to help me, saying they are under strict orders to not enter this area at any cost. Please Elle save me, or they will kill me. Oh here he comes! I better keep moving.”
 
“Out-of-bounds area,” Elle was left speechless for a moment, but finally found courage to answer the call of her duty, “Don’t worry love, I will save you. You just hold on. I’m on my way.”
 
True strength does not reside in physical structure, but it rather comes from beliefs. Love is stronger than the sword, for a man holding a sword may not have the guts to face a mob wielding sticks, but an unarmed man in love can take on the whole world alone. Blessed are those whose hearts are full of love and belief, for they will never have a weak moment in life.
 
Other than an old wall clock ticking away the time, there was nothing much of interest on the wall opposite the couch. Even the television set in front of it was not on. Yet there was something that had the Captain’s attention caught for good. As Bradley came out of his open-eyed dream, he looked at his bandaged hand. The dark grey shade had started to spread out from underneath the cover. He finally gathered the courage to take his bandage off and have a firsthand look at his wound. His wound had healed completely, but the colour of his skin had turned grey. No it wasn’t a mole, but it was as firm as the sole of his feet. He looked at it for some more time before finally calling his heart.
 
“Hello Captain,” the sweet voice answered from the other end, “I am glad you still remember me.”
 
“Were I blind not to know your face, my ears would never let me forget your voice,” Bradley replied, “Were I deaf to not know your voice, my skin would never let me forget your touch, and if I couldn’t feel, then I would be dead anyway!”
 
“Wow, I didn’t know you were a poet,” Suzanne teased him again.
 
“Doctor, can I have some of your time,” Captain asked.
 
“You can have a couple of minutes Captain,” Suzanne replied.
 
“A couple won’t be enough for me to live a day,” Bradley replied.
 
“Well, a doctor can only find so much time to share with a patient Captain, for a doctor is for all,” Suzanne replied.
 
“But every patient is not the same doctor,” Bradley quipped.
 
“But then every doctor may not be the specialist a patient needs Captain,” Suzanne teased him.
 
“But the only specialist this patient needs is the one he is talking to right now,” Bradley played on as well.
 
“Ain’t you a spoilt little child Captain?” Suzanne joked.
 
“If I am then I only want the candy that I have my eyes on,” Bradley replied.
 
“What if someone else steals this child’s candy,” Suzanne asked.
 
“They won’t grow to see how they will look like as adults,” Bradley quipped.
 
“That is bullying,” Suzanne replied.
 
“Whatever works,” Bradley answered.
 
“You can see the doctor tomorrow, but I don’t know about the candy yet,” Suzanne teased him.
 
“As long as I get to see the doctor, I will find a way to steal my candy,” Bradley replied.
 
There was a brief blissful silence before Suzanne finally replied, “I will keep the candy safe behind a lock and key for this little child.”
 
Safety and duty have never made it together in the same sentence unless the sentence reflects upon the mutual exclusivity of the two. Duty cannot be fulfilled without disregarding personal safety, and absolute safety cannot be achieved without discarding duty. The choice made by the performer of the action determines whether they will be remembered or ridiculed.
 
“This is Senior Investigator Elle Wilson calling base,” Elle contacted her base as she pressed the race pedal of her car down to the floor, “I am heading towards the ‘City Council of Peacock on the Hill’ and I need back-up.”
 
“City Council of Peacock on the Hill, but Ma’am, that area has been declared out-of-bounds for everyone,” the operator at the other end hesitatingly pointed out.
 
“This is an emergency directly linked to the disappearance of Reverend Ferdinand, and with another life at stake,” Elle responded, “I need immediate back-up. Send in the chopper.”
 
“But Ma’am we have orders from above, not to venture into that area under no circumstances,” the operator politely reminded her.
 
“I am your senior who has the authority to issue or modify any standing orders in case of an emergency,” Elle reminded him her authority, “I order you to dispatch a back-up team right away.”
 
“Yes ma’am,” the other side copied the orders.
 
Meanwhile Slipknot had reached the ditch where Jenny’s vehicle had overturned. After spotting the car in the ditch he pulled out his night vision goggles and took on foot.
 
“Hello sweaty, where are you?” he spoke in a mocking tone, “Papa’s home cutie pie.”
 
Jenny only had the faint light of her mobile phone to guide her steps through the gravely altered terrain of the ‘City Council of Peacock on the Hill’, and to add to it she had to make sure it doesn’t attract her enemy’s attention. But negotiating one tricky turn around a pile of rubble left behind by a collapsed house, much of which had vanished through a space tear, she twisted her ankle. It forced an involuntary shriek out of her mouth, drawing Slipknot’s attention towards her location.
 
“Oh there you are,” Slipknot exclaimed as he spotted his victim, “I see you baby. Papa’s coming for you.” And he made a dash towards her location.
 
Scared, Jenny made a run for life, and in the process lost her mobile in the rubble somewhere. Now she only had the faint night sky to help her negotiate her escape. But Slipknots infra-red vision gave him the perfect view of his target. Had it not been the piles of rubble dispersed in between houses, Jenny would have been caught in no time.
 
Meanwhile Elle was desperately trying to contact Jenny on her mobile phone now. Unable to make any contact with her, all sorts of bad things crossed her mind as she pulled up right behind Slipknot’s vacant vehicle. Unknown to her, a bit further behind, Viper had also arrived in his vehicle, as he had guessed by the urgency of Elle’s vehicle as to where his mercenary and adversary have headed to.
 
Elle immediately jumped out of her car and used her shoulder radio to contact the base immediately, “Senior Investigator reporting from the field; a suspect vehicle located, an army four wheel drive bearing no number plate for identification. The vehicle fits the description of the vehicle whose track marks were found at the ‘House of Faith’. Do you copy?”
 
“Message copied Ma’am,” her junior at the other end replied, “Are there any suspects in the vehicle or in its’ vicinity?”
 
“Negative! No one inside the vehicle or around it,” Elle reported back as she flashed her torch light inside the vehicle, “Where is the back-up?”
 
“Departing in under thirty seconds Ma’am,” the operator replied.
 
Walking around the vehicle Elle had meanwhile noticed Jenny’s overturned vehicle as well, “Another vehicle spotted, belonging to one Miss Jenny. The vehicle has turned over and no one’s inside. Looks like the victim has taken on foot, with the suspect, or suspects, following her. I am going in pursuit. Tell the back-up to hurry up.”
 
As she finished her orders and turned around, she was waylaid by a shadow that had snuck up behind her. Shocked by the sudden act, she didn’t even get a chance to react and an eight inch long knife was through her heart. Her breath got stuck in her throat as the torch fell from her hand. Her hand tried to reach for her gun but the man’s firm hand grabbed her hand and the gun right where they were hanging around her hip-holster. The man’s other hand forcefully tried to push the knife blade through her chest upwards. As she quickly lost her strength, with very feeble hands she tried to stop the movement of the knife, but her body collapsed on to the ground. Viper knelt down besides her, his knife still deep down her chest as he twisted it around. Elle’s hands fell by her side as her body shook softly. Not even a squeak escaped her lips as her life slowly crept out of her body. Viper disconnected the shoulder piece of her wireless set from the main piece hanging by her hip.
 
“Lice; we are the lice that infect earth. Just like the lice that infects our heads and body, feeding off our body and scalp, destroying our hair, we are parasites of this earth, feeding off its’ resources shamelessly, and destroying it with our imprudence,” Viper commented with a merciless, expressionless face, “Mother Earth through the forces of nature at its’ disposal, like earthquakes, tsunamis and tornadoes, tries hard to clean itself up, but we are too resilient. So it is really very important for nature lovers like me, to take up the cause of our great mother in our own hands. So how can a lice killing lice be a crime? After all, what I am doing is helping mother earth get rid of some of the parasites!”
 
Elle’s body fell motionless, her eyes still wide open. Viper pulled out his knife and wiped it off with Elle’s uniform. He put his hand on her eyes and shut them, “Thirty Two!”
 
He got up and turned around, only to spot a helicopter lifting off from New Saisho and appearing to be headed their way. He looked around to spot either Slipknot or Jenny. He noticed Slipknot far away. “Damn,” expletives slipped out of his mouth as he realized the dangerous situation they were in, their cover ready to be blown away.
 
He looked around to find a way when he noticed a big space tear opening up just a few feet away from Slipknot’s vehicle. He immediately rushed to Slipknot’s vehicle, turned it’s ignition on, and drove it straight towards the space tear. Just before the vehicle hit the space tear, he bailed out of it leaving the vehicle to be sucked up into another universe, thus destroying the direct piece of evidence in case of an eventuality arising.
 
He then rushed back to his own vehicle, turned it’s ignition on but turned all its’ lights off. He pulled out his own night vision goggles and drove in a mad rush towards the area where he had spotted Slipknot a few moments back. He finally spotted his man searching for their target, “We’ve got company. Make sure you find the bitch and kill her, and also make sure this filthy body of yours is never found by anyone, dead or alive.”
 
“Don’t worry about me,” Slipknot answered, “You get out of here.”
 
Jenny witnessed this from behind a pile of rubble. As Viper drove away and Slipknot continued his search, moving towards where she was, she tried to back off slowly, taking shelter behind the rubble to escape detection through Slipknot’s night vision goggles. As fate would have it, her foot slipped off the edge of a pit and she rolled down into it. A pile of dirt also rolled on top of her.
 
Scared she tried to remove the sand of her face, so as to be able to breath, but a heavy hand fell on her neck. She shrieked out in fear as she crawled away. But it wasn’t a hand attached to a living body. It was a hand that belonged to someone put to sleep underground forever. And in the faint light of the night sky she identified the ring on one of the fingers, “Reverend!” Her jaw dropped and tears rolled down her eyes. For a moment she forgot all about the death she was running away from. She folded her face in her palms and sobbed a bit until the sound of a heavy breathing just above the ground behind her caught her attention.
 
Slipknot giggled in a weird scary tone, “Got you babe!”
 
Jenny got up in a flash and tried to run out of the pit from the other end, but this time Slipknot was quick as he leapt across the pit and grabbed Jenny from her hair. He mercilessly pulled her back and landed a hard heavy slap on her face, “Try running from this bitch.” And the frail body of Jenny rolled down the pit once again.
 
“I am glad you found your resting spot yourself, right next to your so beloved old man,” Slipknot said, “Saves me the hassle of dragging your dead meat here.”
 
“Please don’t do it,” Jenny pleaded, “What wrong have I done to you?”
 
Slipknot laughed at her pleadings as he pulled out his knife. “You are crying as if I am going to give you a baby,” he commented shamelessly, “You should thank me bitch, for I am setting you free.” And as Jenny pleaded with him again, he leapt in air, his knife pointing at Jenny, “Get ready to die bitch!” A scared Jenny fell flat on her back, as if trying to merge into the ground to escape the sharp blade headed straight towards her heart. But before the blade could even scratch her, a space tear opened right above Slipknot’s falling frame, sucking him into it instantly.
 
And as the hole grew in size Jenny watched in horror, Slipknot getting asphyxiated due to lack of oxygen, not even a sound escaping his emptied lungs. And then suddenly Slipknots’ body was pulled to a side as if a large heavenly body had sucked him due to gravity.
 
As the hole grew bigger and got closer to Jenny, she got the first glimpse of the dark, huge and monstrous space beyond it. As scary as the vastness on the other side of the tear was, as scary was the suction trying to pull Jenny into it as well. So close did the tear grow, had Jenny not held her breath, her rising bosom would have pushed her into it. And had the tear not closed at the moment it did, Jenny would have lost control over her breath anyway.
 
 
 
 
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Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Chapter Twenty Six - Kill the moon


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GOD of a man

Eternity Versus Eternity

 

“Goodness is like a sun; the more it burns, brighter is its’ glow.”

 

Chapter Twenty Six: Kill the moon

Dated: 24th December, 2459

 

Jealousy corrupts mind, rendering it selectively blind. The one who suffers from this malice conveniently overlooks the facts that contradict their prejudicial opinions, and actively accentuates or even perceives non-existent facts that distort those opinions even further. Jealousy looks for excuses to justify itself! At its’ worst a jealous mind fails to realize that just because it doesn’t want to believe a certain truth, it doesn’t mean the rest of the world won’t see it, or is not intelligent enough to deduce what is happening. Sun cannot be hid behind the clouds. Eventually the clouds will either precipitate, or fly away. The Sun will however still be there, glowing relentlessly, appearing even brighter and blinding once the covers have been wiped off.

 

Goodness inside a heart is like a sun; the more life burns it, the brighter it glows. More a heart pure in love and free of malice is hurt, the better it becomes towards those whom it can touch. More a sensitive person is wronged, and extra careful are they to ensure they don’t inadvertently wrong another being. More a saintly soul is mutilated, and out of the way it goes to ease the sufferings of those it can reach out to. And goodness cannot be faked, for what is fake, doesn’t last the distance. And hearts have stencils of their own to identify true goodness.

 

The more hatred and jealousy burn the true goodness, the more reason they get to hate and be jealous of it. The more the hatred and jealousy grow, the lonelier they get. But goodness is a heart magnet that works beyond walls separating hearts. And goodness is what helps hearts tide over seas of pain. New Saisho is like an island caught in the middle of one such turbulent sea, awaiting Armageddon. The question is not who will survive and who will suffer, for all will have to suffer.

 

The overnight rain made the morning sound silent, and the nip in the air made the birds. The room was huge, consistent with the stature of the officer. A lonely ornamental fan hung above a desk which was never designed for a handshake across it. Admiral Mir was pensive as he looked at the report that lay in front of him. The uneasy calm of the room was broken by a muted but firm knock on the door.

 

“Come in,” Admiral Mir’s voice roared.

 

“Sir,” Captain Bradley Connors marched in and gave a firm salute to his senior.

 

“Take a seat Captain,” the officer ordered pointing towards a chair at the end of the table opposite him. As soon as Bradley had seated himself Admiral continued, “This is Senior Investigator Elle Wilson from the New Saisho Police, and the information she brings to us today is very concerning.” Admiral Mir Abdullah passed on the file lying in front of him towards the Captain who stood up and extend his arms to pick it up from the table. Admiral Abdullah gave him the crux of the matter, “It seems one of the army vehicles might have been involved in the commission of a very serious crime, that is, if a crime has happened. I have appointed you to assist Miss Wilson in her investigation to the limits where any army personals are involved, if they are.”

 

“Miss Wilson, I can see this case pertains to the mysterious disappearance of Reverend Luis Ferdinand from the ‘House of Faith’. What does an army vehicle or an army personal have to do with it?” Captain Bradley had a quick glance at the file.

 

“Captain, it seems like one of your vehicles had been at one of the scenes that are a part of the investigation zone,” Officer Wilson replied, “Now it could be a mere co-incidence, or a case of a stolen vehicle. We cannot say anything for certain until we have ascertained as to which vehicle was there, when and why, and who was driving that vehicle.”

 

“That should be easy,” Captain Connors replied, “All army vehicles have a tracking device attached to them, and all their movements are recorded.”

 

“Unfortunately Captain, we have no records of any of the army vehicles being there at the location at any time in recent past,” Admiral Abdullah answered his question, “And that is why I have deputed you for the job. The vehicle identified from the track marks is of a make made specifically and only for the army. Nobody outside the army ever gets to buy or use any of our vehicles. These vehicles roll out of the factory straight to the army units, and are decommissioned only for scrapping and recycling at the end of their lives.”

 

“So it is one of our off-duty four wheel drives,” Captain Connors said as he checked the suspected identity of the vehicle.

 

“Find the rotten egg Captain,” Admiral quipped, “Do what you may need to, but I want this man alive.” The Admiral then looked at Elle, “Miss Wilson, Captain will see you in the lobby.”

 

“Thanks for your help Sir,” Elle immediately collected her stuff and excused herself. The Admiral nodded in acknowledgement.

 

Once Elle had left the room Admiral got up from his chair and walked around the table towards his ward who stood up in attention. “At ease Captain,” Admiral said as he put his hand on his man’s shoulder, “I don’t know what words would be right for a man to say to a man, about the loss of another man. All I can say is, Rear Admiral was not only my best friend, but he was a General par excellence. Outside my personal loss of the only true friend I had, it will be hard to find a man to replace him.”

 

“He is irreplaceable for me Sir,” Captain replied.

 

Admiral took a heavy breath, then turned around and walked away towards the window behind the table. There was a melancholy in the silence that ensued for the next few moments. Finally the Admiral said but one word as he stood gazing far out of the window, his hands held firmly behind his back, “Dismiss!”

 

“Sir,” the Captain gave his senior the ceremonial salute and marched out of the room.

 

Can love actually be classified as an emotion? Is it really about a single pair of contradictory feelings, that is, either you love someone, or you don’t love them? What about the loneliness that comes with love when the one you love is not in front of your eyes, or in close physical proximity? What about the possessiveness that comes with it when the one you love is right there with you? What about the jealousy that arises out of it when the one you love is in proximity of a potential competition? What about the fear for the well being of the one you love when they are neither in proximity, and nor in contact with you? Love is the most intense and draining experience a heart can go through. It saps everything out of the being it afflicts!

 

The door knob was still the same, and so was the key hole, but the door they operated upon had no surprises behind it to interest Jenny. She wasn’t with herself today! She missed Aman, more so after the incident that happened the other day, concerning Reverend Ferdinand. There was no one she wanted to share the fears and pains of her tender heard with except the one who wasn’t there when she needed him. She hadn’t been herself even during the classes with the kids at the ‘House of Faith’ that she always otherwise enjoyed. She stood there motionless, her head held down as she stared blankly at the key hole. She let her frame incline against the door as she slowly, almost reluctantly, put her hand in her purse to pull out the house key. She just didn’t want to be there, alone and lonely. But there was no place else she wanted to go either. She just wanted to be with the only man she cared about on the earth. Uninterestedly her hand went through her stuff in the purse, only to stop dejected, “Damn, I must have forgotten them back at the ‘House of Faith’.”

 

While love is inherently childish, sensitivity is overbearingly mature. Love gives the impetuosity to feelings, makes actions carefree, and life full of hope. Sensitivity on the other hand checks emotional displays, quantizes actions, and brings caution in approach. Sensitivity helps one see the view from the other side of the fence.

 

The evening was creeping up the fences and walls. The loneliness inside the heart was scary. But with nowhere to run away from self Mrs Ahluwalia stared blankly at the wall in front as Rosie finished the drawing her teacher had given her for homework. The phone ring was scary.

 

Mrs Ahluwalia looked at the display and knew where the phone was coming from. It was as if she didn’t want to pick up the phone which was lying right in front of her on the centre table.

 

“Mom, the phone is ringing,” Rosie said, almost as a complaint for it was disturbing her concentration.

 

Mrs Ahluwalia finally gathered the courage to pick up the phone and answered it, “Hello!”

 

There was a brief silence at the other end which made it possible to hear the heavy breathing of the caller. Mrs Ahluwalia also sat silently. Finally the caller spoke, “Mom, I’ll be there in three days.” Mrs Ahluwalia’s face fragmented in an instant as she broke into muted crying. “Mom, please don’t cry! You are a wife to a hero who’s finally got a chance to rest his old weary frame. So please don’t!”

 

“Just come home,” Mrs Ahluwalia laboured to whisper a few words.

 

“We have finished our task and we are on our way back to New Saisho,” Aman replied, “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

 

“Can I ask you one thing?” Mrs Ahluwalia was worried about something, “You won’t get mad at Brad, it’s not his fault?”

 

Aman took a heavy sigh, “Mom, getting mad at anyone would be an insult to my father’s sacrifice and bravery. Blaming someone else for his martyrdom will take the sheen off his act. It would appear as if my father didn’t lay down his life in line of duty, but was rather killed in an accident due to someone else’s error. How can I be so disrespectful to my father, to rob him of his glory, and discredit another man who possibly had no choice?”

 

“So you are not angry with him?” Mrs Ahluwalia wanted to be completely assured, “You have never got along with him, even though he has always been a brother to you.”

 

“Mom,” Aman replied, “Grace is the anger which tells those who hurt you, how much they have hurt you, without hurting them.”

 

“But how has he done any wrong to you,” Mrs Ahluwalia had never been able to comprehend why there was so much distance between the two brothers.

 

“It’s not about doing wrong to anyone,” Aman replied, a bit indignantly, “He took from me what belonged to me. I have to share you with him, when I didn’t have to. I always felt that he took a better share of your and father’s love and attention.”

 

“That is not true! You know it,” Mrs Ahluwalia retorted back, “You just never accepted him as a part of our family, as your brother.”

 

“I didn’t have to mom! And that’s the point,” Aman retorted back.

 

“When will you grow up?” Mrs Ahluwalia asked incensed.

 

“I have mom,” Aman replied, “I realize now that I was over possessive about you and father, but the dye has already been cast. There will always be this uncomfortable distance between me and him. It’s not about growing up or being right or wrong anymore. It is just the way things stand now!”

 

There can be no rigid stencil to judge an act as right or wrong, for right or wrong are determined by the definitions prevalent in a society at a given time. However while acts get recorded in history forever, the definitions are often modified beyond recognition in time. They keep evolving with the social intellect and understanding, and what might have been considered wrong at a certain time in a society, might become the yardstick of perfect in another. Traits like greed and lust however remain consistent in a society. And it is these traits that motivate an individual to act contrary to the interests of the society.

 

The translucency of bricks and mortar might have perfectly quarantined the lit interiors from the darkness that had engulfed the building, but the shadows growing out of the four pairs of feet were huge enough to darken the creamy white walls of the ‘House of Faith’. The sky had the moon in custody, and the house was entertaining dacoits.

 

“Viper Sergeant you don’t understand,” Granger could be heard addressing his company, “Ordinary people are born to live like slaves. They don’t have an opinion of their own; and if they do, they don’t have the confidence to believe in it. They need someone else to tell them what is right and what they need to do. They need someone to make a decision for them, give them a bunch of choices but still make the pick for them. They are happy to work their entire lives and live on paltry sum as long as the major risk is taken by someone else. All they want is an easy life where the only thing they have to worry about is their own small world; their family. They always want someone else to take care of their societies. They don’t want responsibility. In fact, they even want to put the responsibility of their own actions and lives on somebody else. And that’s where GOD comes in. Someone who can be credited with everything good that happens in one’s life, and someone who could be blamed for everything bad, someone no one has ever seen, or ever will, for to see him one need to die, and dead never return to tell tales.”

 

“I have an easier solution,” Sergeant Rawdon “Viper” Douglas replied pulling out his gun and flashing it like a sword, “Universal remote control for everyone.”

 

“That’s what the first strong men of humanity believed too, except that in those times they had spears, maces and swords instead of guns,” Granger replied, “But my dear friend, just like them even you need to understand one thing; you cannot kill everyone, for you will still need people to work for you. If you kill everyone, you will be the only one left to do everything.”

 

“Oh no, you don’t understand,” Viper replied, “You don’t need to kill everyone, but just a few weaklings, and the rest will obey your command.”

 

“Yes they will,” Granger nodded before adding, “But as soon as they will have an answer to the gun, the one holding the gun would be the first one to depart. Human history is replete with rebellious examples.”

 

“Well, if you live by the sword then you die by the sword too,” Viper said as he scratched his cheek with the muzzle of his pistol.

 

“Not if the one with a sword is a friend with the one with a book,” Granger replied with a wily smile, “Religion and power complement each other. How do you think the ruling dynasties world over maintained their hold upon the thrones for centuries?”

 

“How,” Viper asked with an exaggerated grin.

 

“Simple my dear friend,” Granger answered, “The so called saints and priests of the society propagated superstition amongst masses, creating fear in their hearts of someone unknown but more powerful than the mighty kings and generals ruling them; the GOD. Kings were declared representatives of GOD by those priests, and they ruled in the name of GOD until Democracy diluted such superstitious beliefs beyond recognition. And kings repaid the religious sects by giving them protection and credibility in public eye. This replaced the need of force to keep the population under control, and societies worked smoothly under the influence of belief. The kings ruled with sword, and religious leaders ruled with brain. But did Democracy destroy humanity’s belief in GOD? No! Humanity just conveniently refused to accept kings and queens as representatives of GOD anymore, rather than questioning His existence. They didn’t need to fear GOD for this new belief, that’s how convenient the truth about GOD has been to humanity.”

 

“I don’t understand,” Private Dean ‘Slipknot’ Baser scratched his head trying to make some sense out of the discussion, “How does this talk about GOD relate to us.” He looked at Viper, who starred back surprised at his man’s unexpected question.

 

“Simple my dear friend,” Norman decided to answer him on this occasion, “If you help us develop a superstition base in the society, we can utilize our platform to legitimize your actions, and also make people obedient to your command.”

 

“And how can we help you?” Slipknot asked.

 

“You already have partly, by taking out the old man Ferdinand,” Granger replied, “Now if you could only take out that bitch Jenny, we will take care of the rest.”

 

Viper wanted to say something but his words were left hanging in his mouth by a ringing phone. Jenny’s presence behind the slightly open side door to the main hall had been exposed. It was a call from Mrs Ahluwalia that had caught her at the wrong time.

 

“Who’s it?” Viper immediately jumped on to his feet. Jenny froze out of fear. “I said who is it? Reveal yourself or I will shoot,” Viper roared again, his gun pointing towards the door as he quickly rushed towards the door, Private Slipknot close behind him.

 

Jenny shrieked out in fear as she got her control back. “That’s Jenny! Damn, she heard everything we were talking about,” Granger freaked out.

 

“You draft an obituary, I’ll get the body,” Viper said as he rushed towards the door.

 

Jenny meanwhile had made a quick dash back towards her car, unlocking and starting it with her remote control keys. She jumped into the car and locked the doors in a flash as Viper and Slipknot emerged out of the ‘House of Faith’. But electric cars are quick to get rolling, and before they knew Jenny was already turning out of the parking area and onto the road.

 

Viper wanted to take a shot but then changed his mind. He turned towards Slipknot and said, “Don’t let her get away! I am coming right behind you.”

 

Slipknot nodded and rushed towards his vehicle as Viper ran inside where he advised Granger and Norman, “Get your selves’ an alibi.”

 

“How,” the two asked almost in unison.

 

“Just take him to the hospital,” Viper said pointing towards Granger.

 

“For what,” Norman asked.

 

“Hit him in his head, his groin, or just say he is pregnant, or whatever you need to, but get him to a hospital,” Viper said as he turned around to leave in pursuit of Jenny, “I have to go.”

 

Jenny meanwhile was speeding towards the town as fast as her electric car would go. Too bad it was no match for the big fossil fed engine in hot pursuit.

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