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.