Krish started a sound avalanche by pressing the horn of his vehicle. Hearing that, Arjun blew whistle. Both the sides, the drivers were buzzing the horn like a competition. Other army people started whistling and jeering. The sound was horrible and nonstop. Duryo ordered a bull horn in eBay for his vehicle. To create louder noise, the goodies (Arjun’s side) switched on their indicators. To counter that, badies (Duryo’s side) started accelerating their vehicles in neutral. Maximum possible noise and air pollution was created before the war. It had created havoc in the hearts of the fighters. It was an indication that there would be a huge war; a war that would be talked about for many centuries.
‘Madness is like gravity. All you need is a little push,’ said Koushik to Arjun.
Arjun pulled his finger out from his mouth and wiped it. ‘It is from dark knight, you crazy bugger,’ said Arjun.
‘Is it? I am quoting it from Mahabharata. Ha ha ha...’
Arjun again scoped his rifle to spot the enemies. He couldn’t get the correct range. He asked Krish to move forward and if possible, to drive in-between the two armies. Krish did the same and took him between the two armies. The humvee was in such a position that the rear mirror showed all his army behind and the transparent front glass showed the enemy army in the front.
‘A perfect view,’ said Koushik.
‘Yeah! Nice work,’ Arjun chuckled and scoped.
The sound and smoke started subsiding from both the sides.
The view shocked Arjun. All the army chiefs were his cousins, uncles, nephews, grandfathers, martial arts teacher, his sons and students and so on. He realized that he had to kill them in the war. The sentiments and older days flashed across his mind. He stumbled. He realized that it would be difficult to kill the blood relations and teachers. A drop of tear blurred his view.
‘I see them, Krish. They are all my friends, relatives and teachers. I can’t fight them. I really can’t fight them. I don’t want to kill them. My mind has lost its peace,’ said Arjun to Koushik.
‘Look at them, Arjun. Look at them. The relatives of yours want Duryo to win the battle. They are supporting him and came along with him to fight you. ’
‘I am seeing them, Krish. I see their faces. I am becoming very weak. I am shivering. I can’t grip my gun. I am confused. I can’t even stand. I see ill omen here. Nothing is good. What am I going to gain by killing all other relatives in this war? A kingdom. A small piece of land in this mighty world. I don’t want to win. I do not like it. I don’t want kingdom. I don’t want to be a king. I don’t want to be luxury. I don’t find any use in fighting this war. What is the use in living a luxurious life after winning this war? I don’t find any. I have my blood brothers and half-brothers with me to fight in my side. I came here all the way to fight for them. I want my elder brother to become the king. But now I feel that they are standing here risking their lives in the war. What if they die in this war? All my purpose is lost.’
Koushik looked at him in awe. He listened patiently. He realized that Arjun was completely lost his mind and speaking sentimental dialogues like a girl. Sometimes men do behave like girls, he thought. He didn’t laugh. He knew that it could be misinterpreted in a wrong manner. He was silent.
‘Krish, If is say to them now that we don’t need the kingdom, then all my brothers will be safe. Even after that, if my cousin wants to kill me, let him. I can’t kill them even at that stage. I don’t want to. I know they have done many bad things to me and my brothers. But still my heart says that I can’t be happy by killing them and winning the war. See, they are my cousins. I am clearly seeing that it is impossible for me to kill them. There is no use. A purpose less deed shall not be entertained. I am thinking of averting this war. It is good to stop this before it begins. All the lives would be saved.’
Sanjay was listening to this conversation. He had implanted secret microphones before the war. He became happy. If Arjun stops the war, then I can go and have dinner tonight with my girlfriend, he thought. He typed a quick text: “Sure dear. We’ll go out for dinner. Luv u.”
‘Krish, Just imagine the effect of this war. If we fight them, then we’ll surely win. But the post war incidents will be too bad. The men gathered here would be dead. What will happen to the wives of those people? There won’t be too many men who can marry them again. Those women may go in a wrong path. What would their children think? They will carry vengeance till death. All those people are our clan. There is a possibility that other clan people convert them to their clan. It will happen, I know. Then this will lead to complete destruction of our clan. All the practices in our clan will be lost. I don’t want to see that. It is better if I get killed here. I have decided. I am not going to fight,’ said Arjun to Koushik.
‘My king, Arjun has put his rifle down and sat on the backseat. He told Krish that there won’t be any war. He won’t fight. He wants peace.’
‘Is it? I am very happy,’ said king Rashtra to Sanjay.
‘Me too,’ said Sanjay and started to day dream about that evening.
Koushik didn’t interrupt Arjun while he was speaking. He allowed him to complete all he had to say. His eyes trued cold. Arjun was sitting with eyes full of tears. I became too sentimental. The tear drops flowed over the cheeks and fell on the seat. Koushik could hear the sound of the tear drop touching the seat. The place, which was filled with noise a moment before, was devoid of sound. Koushik turned his face away from him. Arjun cried for some time. Koushik played a beautiful sound track and adjusted the volume. The sound from the mp3 player soothed Arjun. His mind got relaxed.
‘Are you all right?’ asked Koushik.
‘Yes, Krish. I am okay now. May I go and tell them that we are going to quit the war?’
Koushik turned his face and gave a stern look.
‘What?’ asked Arjun.
‘Wait.’
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Episode - 1
He was wearing a dark blue overcoat all the time. A strange odor was coming from his body. His hair was long, untied and untidy. His eyes were powerful capable of expressing all the expressions in the world and hiding all the expressions if needed. The edges of the eyes were coated with black ink. The layer of black ink was thick, which was visible even from distance. His eyeballs reflected a huge army gathered in front of him. He was sitting on the driver seat of humvee holding the steering, which was controlling the wheel, with his right hand and his left hand touching the horn. Koushik.K.Radhakrish, the designer and the driver of the humvee slowed down the speed of the vehicle. He had accepted to drive the vehicle at Arjun’s special request.
Arjun was standing on the slowly moving humvee, with a M110 semi-automatic sniper rifle which had an iPhone attached. The device was busy in calculating the wind speed and other parameters when he was viewing the enemy army. He scoped the sniper to have a closer look. His diamond earring glittered in the sunshine. He was not a gay. He could have been but had not got caught till then.
‘Krish, I couldn’t spot him. There are too many commanders,’ Said Arjun to Koushik.
‘Arjun, be calm,’ said Koushik with a dubious smile turning his head so that Arjun can see his face.
‘Krish, I am B.Tech,’ retorted Arjun.
‘This is not the place for your stupid joke. Fuck you,’ cursed Koushik.
‘I know.’
Arjun looked at the might army standing in front of them.
‘Sanjay! Tell me. What is happening there?’ asked Rashtra, the ex- king of Hasthina.
‘Holy Shit! Why didn’t this blind idiotic retired king accept for the eye transplantation suggested b y Dr.Vyasa? My ass would have been saved. This blind old lecherous king needs someone to narrate what is happening in the war. What a disgusting family war. Worse than mafia but they call themselves as great lineage emperors. This blind lecher has hundred and two children and out of which, hundred have gone to the war. I seriously doubt whether this stupid knows anything about family planning.He has planned a village. I pity Mrs.Rashtra. His eldest son has twenty nine kids. No one knows how many girls he has dated and how many he has married. His other sons are following the same path. I wish every one of them should be killed in this war. Otherwise this family needs a big city just to accommodate the family members. Rashtra’s brother is another lecher but not as bad as Rashtra. He married twice and had five children. Three from the first wife and two from second. His first wife had a premarital affair and had a son before her marriage and had forsaken the child. What a cunning lady? She also had post-marital affair with three other persons and had child from each one of them but all were projected to the external world as sons of the king’s brother Handu. The worst is all the five sons of Handu are dating same girl. The rulers really have a nasty personal life. It stinks worse than septic tank. Why don’t these bastards go and fight themselves and die, instead of gathering army, forming allies with other nations and bringing their army into the affair and create a nasty war which would cost a trillion gold and the ruling government impose huge tax on the people. Engineers like me will have to pay half of the pay as tax. A very simple dispute resolving algorithm should have solved this issue. It shouldn’t have gone this far. Nasty politics, fucking politicians,’ thought Sanjay, the network engineer sitting with all his gadgets at the great hall beside the ex-king Rashtra.
‘Sanjay, let me know what is happening in the battle field. What happened to the war between my sons and my bro’s sons? Update me soon,’ ordered Rashtra.
‘I should really fire him,’ thought Rashtra.
‘My majesty, the king of Hasthina, Lord Rashtra, the war is about to begin. That is the last message we have received. There has been no update in twitter so far. Neither from your sons nor from your nephews. But everything is under the control, ‘Sanjay updated Rashtra.
‘For how many years this will last. Engineers updating the upper level management that “everything is under control” even at the worst scenario and making sure that their blood pressure doesn’t shoot,’ thought Sanjay.
‘Majesty, let me hack few satellite servers for you and get the live feed for you.’
‘I’ll make sure you get proper hike this year for your great service for this family and nation, Sanjay.’
‘I’ll get the hike and apply for Google. There is not much challenging work here. I have been developing a junk interaction system for Rashtra during last quarter and fixing useless bugs in that. For sure I need to apply for Google after getting the hike,’ thought Sanjay.
‘I am just doing my duty,’ said Sanjay to Rashtra.
‘Got it! Got it!’exclaimed Sanjay. Rashtra’s eyes widened.
‘My King, Your eldest son, the present ruler of this nation, Duryo is looking at his cousin’s army with binoculars. He is now approaching our chief trainer Rona.’
‘Mr.Rona, just have a look at this. See the man standing there as commander in chief of enemy’s army.’ Said Duryo, passing his binocular to Rona.
Rona got the binocular from him and started viewing the enemy army.
‘Do you remember him? He is one of the wisest you have trained. He is Drishta son of Drupata. We have trained him. Government sponsored him for his higher education. Do you see where he is standing? He betrayed us. He joined our enemies and now commander in chief for infantry. See the five bastards standing and leading an army each. All were your students and all have decided to fight us. Look at the army they have brought here to destroy us. They are less in number but there are many best people fighting for their side. Look at their marshal generals, lieutenant generals, Major generals. We have trained most of them. I haven’t expected their army to be this big, though they have only very less battalions. Think about the next step Mr.Rona,’ said Duryo to his trainer.
‘We do have the best people. We also have additional battalions given by Krish for our service. We outnumber them in battalion and we have very good strategies and technologies. It is impossible for them to beat our army lead by my grandfather Beeshm. It is easy for us to beat them to destroy their army lead by Bheemboy, my fat cousin,’ said Duryo son of Rashtra with pride.
‘Mr.Rona, but the oldman might need protection. He is wise, experienced, and brave but he is old. He has his own fucking policies. He told me that he won’t kill those five bastards because they too are his grandsons and also he won’t kill any girl. I’ll make sure that five of my cousins are killed by me. Moreover they too can’t kill Beeshm. That leaves us only one possible loop hole in our strategy. I am sure that is the only weakness we have. If we can protect him from one man, though not exactly ma-uhmm… let me put it like this. If we can protect him from one person from that side, then we win the war. So we ought to protect him from all the four sides. Please arrange Z-grade security for him.’
A glass shattering sound suddenly hit the eardrums of Rashtra.
‘What’s the sound?’ Rashtra asked Sanjay.
‘Nothing my lord. I have received a message. It’s my mobile.’
Sanjay quickly changed the mode to vibrate and opened the message and read it.
‘Anything about the war?’
‘No my lord. It is personal.’
‘Okay. Your message tune is good. Can you send it to me?’
‘The country is at war. His sons lives are at stake. This blind fool needs a caller tune. What a beautiful nation am in,’ thought Sanjay.
‘Sure my king. I will do it right now.’
‘Thank you, Sanjay.’
The message read: “Darling, come soon. We’ll gout 4 dinner.”
Sanjay jumped to his feet after reading the message. It was from his girl friend. Suddenly, he felt very sad.
‘For past one week I have been stretching. I don’t know when the war will be over today. I don’t even know whether this blind man will let me go. Oh my god! Please end the war before 6 PM today. Just put a nuke over the place they have gathered for fight. I can go and meet my darling and have a dinner tonight. Please do me this favor my lord. This war is useless anyway. The only good it can do is reducing the number of population which has reached the maximum because of the king, his sons and his people. Please god, let me go to dinner with my lover, otherwise it’s hard to convince her. Please don’t screw my happiness.’
A loud noise from Sanjay’s headphone interrupted his so called praying.
Arjun was standing on the slowly moving humvee, with a M110 semi-automatic sniper rifle which had an iPhone attached. The device was busy in calculating the wind speed and other parameters when he was viewing the enemy army. He scoped the sniper to have a closer look. His diamond earring glittered in the sunshine. He was not a gay. He could have been but had not got caught till then.
‘Krish, I couldn’t spot him. There are too many commanders,’ Said Arjun to Koushik.
‘Arjun, be calm,’ said Koushik with a dubious smile turning his head so that Arjun can see his face.
‘Krish, I am B.Tech,’ retorted Arjun.
‘This is not the place for your stupid joke. Fuck you,’ cursed Koushik.
‘I know.’
Arjun looked at the might army standing in front of them.
‘Sanjay! Tell me. What is happening there?’ asked Rashtra, the ex- king of Hasthina.
‘Holy Shit! Why didn’t this blind idiotic retired king accept for the eye transplantation suggested b y Dr.Vyasa? My ass would have been saved. This blind old lecherous king needs someone to narrate what is happening in the war. What a disgusting family war. Worse than mafia but they call themselves as great lineage emperors. This blind lecher has hundred and two children and out of which, hundred have gone to the war. I seriously doubt whether this stupid knows anything about family planning.He has planned a village. I pity Mrs.Rashtra. His eldest son has twenty nine kids. No one knows how many girls he has dated and how many he has married. His other sons are following the same path. I wish every one of them should be killed in this war. Otherwise this family needs a big city just to accommodate the family members. Rashtra’s brother is another lecher but not as bad as Rashtra. He married twice and had five children. Three from the first wife and two from second. His first wife had a premarital affair and had a son before her marriage and had forsaken the child. What a cunning lady? She also had post-marital affair with three other persons and had child from each one of them but all were projected to the external world as sons of the king’s brother Handu. The worst is all the five sons of Handu are dating same girl. The rulers really have a nasty personal life. It stinks worse than septic tank. Why don’t these bastards go and fight themselves and die, instead of gathering army, forming allies with other nations and bringing their army into the affair and create a nasty war which would cost a trillion gold and the ruling government impose huge tax on the people. Engineers like me will have to pay half of the pay as tax. A very simple dispute resolving algorithm should have solved this issue. It shouldn’t have gone this far. Nasty politics, fucking politicians,’ thought Sanjay, the network engineer sitting with all his gadgets at the great hall beside the ex-king Rashtra.
‘Sanjay, let me know what is happening in the battle field. What happened to the war between my sons and my bro’s sons? Update me soon,’ ordered Rashtra.
‘I should really fire him,’ thought Rashtra.
‘My majesty, the king of Hasthina, Lord Rashtra, the war is about to begin. That is the last message we have received. There has been no update in twitter so far. Neither from your sons nor from your nephews. But everything is under the control, ‘Sanjay updated Rashtra.
‘For how many years this will last. Engineers updating the upper level management that “everything is under control” even at the worst scenario and making sure that their blood pressure doesn’t shoot,’ thought Sanjay.
‘Majesty, let me hack few satellite servers for you and get the live feed for you.’
‘I’ll make sure you get proper hike this year for your great service for this family and nation, Sanjay.’
‘I’ll get the hike and apply for Google. There is not much challenging work here. I have been developing a junk interaction system for Rashtra during last quarter and fixing useless bugs in that. For sure I need to apply for Google after getting the hike,’ thought Sanjay.
‘I am just doing my duty,’ said Sanjay to Rashtra.
‘Got it! Got it!’exclaimed Sanjay. Rashtra’s eyes widened.
‘My King, Your eldest son, the present ruler of this nation, Duryo is looking at his cousin’s army with binoculars. He is now approaching our chief trainer Rona.’
‘Mr.Rona, just have a look at this. See the man standing there as commander in chief of enemy’s army.’ Said Duryo, passing his binocular to Rona.
Rona got the binocular from him and started viewing the enemy army.
‘Do you remember him? He is one of the wisest you have trained. He is Drishta son of Drupata. We have trained him. Government sponsored him for his higher education. Do you see where he is standing? He betrayed us. He joined our enemies and now commander in chief for infantry. See the five bastards standing and leading an army each. All were your students and all have decided to fight us. Look at the army they have brought here to destroy us. They are less in number but there are many best people fighting for their side. Look at their marshal generals, lieutenant generals, Major generals. We have trained most of them. I haven’t expected their army to be this big, though they have only very less battalions. Think about the next step Mr.Rona,’ said Duryo to his trainer.
‘We do have the best people. We also have additional battalions given by Krish for our service. We outnumber them in battalion and we have very good strategies and technologies. It is impossible for them to beat our army lead by my grandfather Beeshm. It is easy for us to beat them to destroy their army lead by Bheemboy, my fat cousin,’ said Duryo son of Rashtra with pride.
‘Mr.Rona, but the oldman might need protection. He is wise, experienced, and brave but he is old. He has his own fucking policies. He told me that he won’t kill those five bastards because they too are his grandsons and also he won’t kill any girl. I’ll make sure that five of my cousins are killed by me. Moreover they too can’t kill Beeshm. That leaves us only one possible loop hole in our strategy. I am sure that is the only weakness we have. If we can protect him from one man, though not exactly ma-uhmm… let me put it like this. If we can protect him from one person from that side, then we win the war. So we ought to protect him from all the four sides. Please arrange Z-grade security for him.’
A glass shattering sound suddenly hit the eardrums of Rashtra.
‘What’s the sound?’ Rashtra asked Sanjay.
‘Nothing my lord. I have received a message. It’s my mobile.’
Sanjay quickly changed the mode to vibrate and opened the message and read it.
‘Anything about the war?’
‘No my lord. It is personal.’
‘Okay. Your message tune is good. Can you send it to me?’
‘The country is at war. His sons lives are at stake. This blind fool needs a caller tune. What a beautiful nation am in,’ thought Sanjay.
‘Sure my king. I will do it right now.’
‘Thank you, Sanjay.’
The message read: “Darling, come soon. We’ll gout 4 dinner.”
Sanjay jumped to his feet after reading the message. It was from his girl friend. Suddenly, he felt very sad.
‘For past one week I have been stretching. I don’t know when the war will be over today. I don’t even know whether this blind man will let me go. Oh my god! Please end the war before 6 PM today. Just put a nuke over the place they have gathered for fight. I can go and meet my darling and have a dinner tonight. Please do me this favor my lord. This war is useless anyway. The only good it can do is reducing the number of population which has reached the maximum because of the king, his sons and his people. Please god, let me go to dinner with my lover, otherwise it’s hard to convince her. Please don’t screw my happiness.’
A loud noise from Sanjay’s headphone interrupted his so called praying.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Prologue
Long have you lived in the darkness by listening to the meaning and the hidden truth given by sages/”swamis”. All those sages and swamis have lived an unrealistic life and tried to “preach” the people who actually live the life thinking that they are normal. All the abstruse concepts and Sanskrit words may drive a person crazy.
I call myself a non-believer of god and I will not write god with capital “g” to emphasis that. If you have seen “god” with capital “g”, then it is a typo and not a godly miracle. I have my views about the wonderful philosophical book written in Sanskrit. I don’t agree to the claim that it has directly give by god to human. I will not enforce my views on the readers.
I would like to add few disclaimers. This is completely a fiction. Any resemblance to living or dead is mere coincidental. There could be places in the upcoming episodes, which might be strongly against the concept of god. It is not done with the intention to hurt the religious believes of the readers. They are just views and shall not be taken personally. Throughout the ages theists have hurt the feelings of non-believers of god by saying "there is god" and the sad part is none of them couldn't even accept that they hurt the non-believers of their concept by saying that but will claim that their feelings get hurt, when someone says the other way. It is not a revenge against the theists or the concept of god. I do appreciate the beaut of the philosophies quoted in the book.
I don’t have any evidence to prove that there is no god like the theists who doesn’t have nay evidence to prove the existence of god. Everyone has the right to choose their own philosophy and believes. I choose to believe not to believe in the concept of god.
Welcome Readers!!!
Koushik KR
I call myself a non-believer of god and I will not write god with capital “g” to emphasis that. If you have seen “god” with capital “g”, then it is a typo and not a godly miracle. I have my views about the wonderful philosophical book written in Sanskrit. I don’t agree to the claim that it has directly give by god to human. I will not enforce my views on the readers.
I would like to add few disclaimers. This is completely a fiction. Any resemblance to living or dead is mere coincidental. There could be places in the upcoming episodes, which might be strongly against the concept of god. It is not done with the intention to hurt the religious believes of the readers. They are just views and shall not be taken personally. Throughout the ages theists have hurt the feelings of non-believers of god by saying "there is god" and the sad part is none of them couldn't even accept that they hurt the non-believers of their concept by saying that but will claim that their feelings get hurt, when someone says the other way. It is not a revenge against the theists or the concept of god. I do appreciate the beaut of the philosophies quoted in the book.
I don’t have any evidence to prove that there is no god like the theists who doesn’t have nay evidence to prove the existence of god. Everyone has the right to choose their own philosophy and believes. I choose to believe not to believe in the concept of god.
Welcome Readers!!!
Koushik KR
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