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Posted: 16 years ago

APOCALYPSE-EDGE OF LIFE


CHAPTER 1-LOVE,DEATH AND RETRIBUTION


EONS AGO
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Trouble was brewing in hell and the devil knew he would finally have to face the problem head on.It would have been a matter of small consequence for him to dispose of the problem if not for his child who was in the thick of it.She was his life and the gods had managed to lay their hands on her and because of that had managed to weaken him.

She stood before him proud,rebellious and unwilling to give up on the god she had fallen in love with.He tried reasoning with her but finally losing his calm burnt her to ashes.Upon realising what he had done he screamed like an animal in pain for even he knew that he could now not bring her back.Gathering the ashes of his child he lovingly placed them in a beautiful gold vessel and sealing it tight cast it away and all was forgotten.Forgotten for now but there are some things in this universe which cannot and should not be forgotten.The devil now turned all his anger and swore revenge and retribution for those who were the cause of all his misery and vowed to visit them with the same pain he suffered forever.And thus the battle of eons would begin and man would not be spared for wasn't he gods favourite creation.

CHAPTER 2-MATTERS OF MURDER
PRESENT DAY
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Posted: 16 years ago

a day in a soldiers life


All of twenty one he stood tall and straight
his uniform crisp and new
among hundreds of fellow brothers
he held his head high in pride and
thought about his parents and his villagers
his thoughts went back from the time he had
played police and robbers with his childhood friends
running and screaming among the fields
now with a smile he thought of how he would spend
the three months break he would get with his family
he planned what to buy for his mother
and the bottle of whiskey he would buy from the canteen
should keep dad going for a week he thought smiling
to himself.
the whole night was spent without sleeping
but sharing stories and jokes with other jawans
little did they know

Early morning brought their corporal
to their quarters asking them to assemble as quickly as possible
three years of training brought them to their feet
and he and his group were ready in fifteen minutes
standing erect with other groups facing their officer
they were told that their leave had been cancelled
for they were going towards the border
at first he felt dissapointed that his leave was being cancelled
and that he wouldnt get to see his family whom he had last seen
six months back.
but dissapointment soon turned to excitement that he would be
facing action and he would get to put his training
to test and finally realise his dreams of fighting for his country
little did he know


In trucks they were transported,then aboard a military cargo plane
they travelled in the night,the darkness and their silence
of quiet anticipation to see and do battle
boys will be boys
little did they know


from plane to a truck and the journey continued
and they finally reached the mountains
the warm clothing only went so much in keeping them warm
whispers of many being killed slowly reached their ears
but fear had still to reach its claws into their heart
in the still of night,hushed voices and the cold freezing air
they marched towards and into the mountains
little did they know


They were separated into groups of five and
then told their mission one which they had already suspected
insurgents from pakistan on suicide missions to kashmir
so what was new they joked with each other
and off they went,fifty to five
from hundreds who had trained as brothers
and knew each other by name and the small jokes they
had played on each other they were fifty and now to five


He was the smartest and led into the darkness
and a routine border security march
turned into a routine in hell
his closest friend,one with whom he had shared
the sweets sent by his mother jerked and toppled over
in the dark thinking he must have tripped he bent
to lift him up and that saved him for now
for the others who were standing all jerked and toppled
and one toppled on top of him nearly crushing him
the warm blood gushing out of all his fellow soldiers
and splattering on him brought him to his senses and training
told him that a sniper was shooting at them
little did he know.

excitement,anticipation and youth all now crumbled
in the realisation that his brothers were all dead around him
all of twenty one and a man yet to become a man in full bloom
training took over and lying low he crawled slowly in the dark
and took refuge behind some thick bushes
an ordinary soldier with a rifle and meagre rations and clothing
fighting a superior enemy armed with night vision glasses
and the latest machine guns and ammunition
what could be the outcome

They mercilessly hunted him down with eyes in the dark
and all he could hear was stealthy noises all around him
not knowing from which direction the enemy would come
he silently prayed to god for help and revenge
he wanted to at least kill a few enemies before dying
of which he was certain and that kind of certain knowledge
gives one wings to fly and superhuman strength
even if it is for just a few seconds
little did he know and little did they know


even with night vision the enemy missed him
hiding in the bushes
hero for a second he rose and fell on them
and the explosion from his grenades
ripped him first and then the four of them
his body torn and death just a second away
he thought about his mother
and the military uniform she had brought for his fifth
birthday.
with a smile and tears washing the blood on his face
he passed on.


In memory of all those countless,nameless brave soldiers
who have died and die everyday in protecting me and my brothers and sisters.
I sleep well at night because they are protecting me and are ready and
willing to die so that i can be safe.

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Posted: 16 years ago
Hi Satish,

My son is an officer in the Navy and you just put some feelings down on paper that are probably going through his mind, as he wonders daily about his work and what he is going to face that day. Of course, the difference is that he is at sea, not on land. As a mother, I face the days without thinking of all that and just say a prayer for him and all the other children out there and all their parents. I cannot think beyond that.
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Posted: 16 years ago
dear eliajay,
i hope i did not offend or bring pain to your heart by that last posting.i don't know why i write but i write what comes to my mind and i cant remember what i have written afterwards.please bear with me and my amateurish babbling.
satish
Writing is a form of therapy.sometimes i wonder how all those who do not write,compose or paint can manage to escape the madness,the melonchalia,the panic fear which is inherent in the human situation.
GRAHAM GREENE
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Posted: 16 years ago
I agree that writing is a form of therapy and I am glad you have found that outlet. I still hesitate to put my thoughts down and have to get over that initial self-doubt. Maybe I can take your example one day.
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Posted: 16 years ago

CHAPTER 2-MATTERS OF MURDER

PRESENT DAY
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The killer took his time with her for his goal was to inflict maximum pain before she died.The one who would be next was staring at the dying one with tears in her eyes for she even though she knew she was next she wanted to ease the pain of the one who was dying before her by whatever means.The killer was skilled with what he was doing and looked like he had done it many times before.She stood silently waiting her turn and reconciled to the fact that there was no escape from this hell she was in.But the thinking that was haunting her was that never in her sixteen years had she wilfully hurt anybody so why was she going to her death in this way.But a semblance of anger mixed with foolhardy courage stirred her soul and she decided she would fight until the end.

He came for her,lumbering in the inhuman way to which she had gotten used for the past one week.She meekly came out of the cage when the door was unlocked and walked towards the altar but broke down not in fear but pity when she saw the other girl's body.The killer seemingly enjoyed the girls fear rather than pity her or feel sad for he became very agitated and wanted to start on her.The girl stumbled and fell but quickly rose to her feet but not before picking up something from the ground.Pushed from behind she sprawled on the altar where the dead girls body still lay bleeding and warm.The killer kicked the body from the altar and lay the girl down face up.The words that came from his mouth were inchorent and sounded strange to the girl.closing her eyes she said her last prayer and swung towards the killer.Ironically the thing with which she attacked was an old bone and the jagged edge sank into his throat.Rather than scream in pain and collapse the killer swung his knife and the girl was no more.and the killings continued.


CHAPTER 3-THE CALL

BACK TO THE VILLAGE
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Posted: 16 years ago

Congratulations, Satish. Chapter 1 is very novel and profound. It makes me wonder where you are heading and I can't quite tell from Chapter 2. Perhaps you are exploring a tussle between belief and unbelief. Or faith and reason. Or envy. Or the fury of a spurned father. Or perhaps you are exploring the seven deadly sins in turn. OK, I wait in anticipation of Chapter 3.

Writing, I have found, can indeed be therapeutic. But only if the emotions you explore don't reflect the same anguish that you yourself are going through. I have often tried to address my own feelings on paper but am finding that too painful an exercise these days. Writing crappy, light-hearted fiction is better as a means of pleasant diversion.

cheers
Bonheur
Edited by Bonheur - 16 years ago
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Posted: 16 years ago
dear bon,
you broke my heart twice,first by saying as long as the emotions dont reflect personal anguish and second by saying crappy writing of fiction is better.tsk tsk let my go nurse my poor ego.
satish
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Posted: 16 years ago
Profuse apologies, Satish. I hadn't intended to puncture your ego. You misunderstood me as you obviously weren't regularly reading the Anandham pages that preceded the Kalynanam pages. The label "crappy fiction" was intended for the stories that I used to write in those pages. So crappy that I'd hate to re-visit them now. 😳 It was fun writing them at that time, as a spinoff from Anandham and to humour IF readers who were hoping for something more than the stale story line that the creative team was purveying.
No, your fiction isn't in the least bit crappy. I enjoyed Chapter 1 tremendously. Keep writing, please.
Edited by Bonheur - 16 years ago
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Posted: 16 years ago
bon,
i was just pulling your leg,kidding so cool.no hard feelings plus i have a very thick hide and neither do i take what i write very seriously.i write since all of you people seem to genuinely enjoy what i post and that is a morale booster.
satish

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