Chapter 32
Like a rotten log half buried in the ground
my life, which has not flowered, comes
to this sad end. Minamoto Yorimasa 1104-1180
Solitude and silence are two precious gifts that although free are rarely understood and realised.We crave for attention, we have become needy, clingy and demanding for acceptance and this is how the downfall has started for when great thoughts that arise from solitude and silence is lost than the core of humanity is lost. I sometimes lay awake staring at the ceiling wondering about the days events and i find that it is difficult to remember anything or at least anything significant. Ask yourself this,has anyone touched you with his or her words, has anyone motivated or prompted to question and debate. Sorry but off late every news channel is debating about politics, death, terrorism, rapes, corruption and in all this many have lost their soul and identities. Please spend time with yourself, spend time asking and questioning your own thoughts and perceptions about others and why and don't's. For in the end a person who thinks for himself, remains uncorrupted by this cliched modern life will live a better and peaceful life although a bit lonely.
Whether one passes on or remains is all the same.
That you can take no one with you is the only difference.
Ah, how pleasant! Two awakenings and one sleep.
This dream of a fleeing world! The roseate hues of early dawn!
Samurai Tokugawa Ieyasu 1542-1616
All things come to an end and all questions answered
Dhana looked at arjun ' you have built this great body and have become so mighty and yet all this was done by the hatred you had for me and balaji in your heart. Have you ever stopped and thought what you could have achieved if you had only good in your heart. I am talking now, not as dhana your college mate but as chief minister dhanashekar pandiyan. Stop now and surrender and even if you have to go to jail,you are still young and can come out after a few years and live a normal life. I promise you this that i will help you in anyway i can.'
Arjun calmly looked at dhana ' you can help me by dying at my hands.'
Dhana shook his head ' arjun,i became our college president beating you because students voted and elected me. Your sister did reveal her feelings for me but i said sorry and she in turn flirted with balaji to humiliate me. Balaji really loved her and still loves her. But although we are innocent you still blame us for whatever has happened. How is this fair.'
Arjun raised his hand and screamed ' stop this bullshit and preachy sentiments. I am here to fulfill the promise i made to my father and i am going to carry it out. fight or don't fight but it is too late for peace between us. i would rather die than spend time in jail.'
Saying this arjun stepped back near the chair where balaji was tied to and reached and brought out a long and evil looking knife. He placed the knife on balaji's throat and looked at dhana ' so what will it be. god or devil. good or evil.i know and understand what you just preached but i am who i am and you are who you are. maybe we were always meant to be like this and born this way. but i am not ashamed or scared of what i am or who i am. it is you who has all the doubts and it is you who is not doing what he is supposed to do. so stop talking like a coward and fight and lets finish this.'
Holding the long knife he slowly slithered forward towards dhana who kept his arms by his side and just stood calmly. arjun slashed at dhana who just stepped to the side and again and again arjun slashed but slashed empty air. Now enraged beyond control he jumped at dhana with the knife aimed at his face and all priya and balaji saw were a blur of movement.dhana reached behind his neck and drew the katana from the sheath and in the same fluid movement brought the weapon down on arjun's arm, which fell to the floor and sheathed the weapon again.Fight over,game over.
The katana which dhana used was given to him as a gift from his sensei Miyamoto and only he knew its history and that it was nearly 500 years old. It was forged late in the koto period 1560's and presumed lost. But that story is for some other day when I bring dhana,balaji and priya back again for another tale.
Historically katana were one of the traditionally made Japanese swords that were used by the samurai of feudal Japan. Modern versions of the katana are sometimes made using non-traditional materials and methods. The katana is characterized by its distinctive appearance: a curved, slender, single-edged blade with a circular or squared guard and long grip to accommodate two hands. The rise in popularity of katana amongst samurai came about due to the changing nature of close-combat warfare. The quicker draw of the sword was well suited to combat where victory depended heavily on fast response times. The katana further facilitated this by being worn thrust through a belt-like sash (obi) with the sharpened edge facing up. Ideally, samurai could draw the sword and strike the enemy in a single motion.
Point A point B, the movement of dhana's hands were so quick that everything happened in one second and it took arjun time to realise that he had lost his right arm which lay on the floor twitching and still slashing.
With superhuman effort and with blood and life pumping out of his body, arjun smiled wickedly and reached into his mid-riff and brought out a small device. Slowly sinking to his knees he looked at dhana ' hero,you are really a hero but now you, me, balaji and priya will be zero.' He raised the device up and showed it to dhana ' i knew that there was a chance that you would defeat me and so i rigged this place with enough explosive to bring this whole factory down. I know i just have a few moments left but so do you. goodbye to all of you and dont forget to say your goodbyes to each other.
Dhana now totally panicked looked at balaji and they knew that he would not be able to cross the distance between him and arjun to grab the remote and save them.Balaji looked at dhana ' not possible but there is a slim chance that you can save yourself.so just run.'
Arjun looked at them with drooping eyes and with his last bit of strength pressed the button on the remote or at least tried to press the button.But the bullet was faster.The bullet was from a handgun called Sig Sauer P229 and the speed of the bullet was nearly 900 miles per hour and faster than sound.The last gasp effort to kill everyone by arjun was no match for the speed of the bullet and it hit the left knuckles and the remote flew off.The sound of the bullet leaving the handgun reached all of them a millisecond later and dhana,balaji and priya looked in the direction from where the bullet had been fired.
Gurumurthy stepped out and slowly walked towards them but his eyes were totally focussed on arjun who yelled in pain and more in frustration.
Gurumurthy sat next to arjun ' so you are the monster who hid in the shadows and murdered my son chandru.you kept calling dhana a coward but you are the coward for you are the one who did all those things that only cowards do.'
Gurumurthy rose to his feet and asked if they were all right and then looked at dhana ' sir, i am sorry that i waited so long.but you see one only gets to see awesome fights in films and even those are mostly all illogical ones and hard to believe.i am a huge fan of bruce lee and am glad to see someone that good with my own eyes.Sorry but when you were fighting this madman, all i could do was enjoy the fight for i grew up in MGR movies and loved all those fights.Please forgive me for not intervening a bit earlier.'
Gurumurthy looked down on arjun and aimed his gun at his forehead but dhana softly said ' no sir.if you kill him then you will also become a murderer and the guilt will haunt you forever.please don't do it.'
Gurumurthy looked at dhana and said ' if every politician was as kind and righteous as you then our country will be much better of off than the state we are in now.but then i am neither kind nor righteous for i am just an old man and a father who has lost his only child to this evil soul.so forgive me if i ingnore your request's.'
gurumurthy looked at arjun on the floor who in his last seconds smiled a evil smile.gurumurthy smiled back and ' oh, you still think those people hired by you are holding balaji's and priya's parents as hostages.That was taken care of by our police and i am happy to say a few were killed and the rest surrendered.and both the families are safe.so now you can go to your hell knowing you lost to a better man and to a father who had the last laugh.'
With tears in his eyes gurumurthy ' chandru,this is for you my son.be at peace child.' the handgun roared and bullet after bullet thumped into arjuns body and the roar did not stop until the whole cartridge emptied and clicked on empty and the hatred and bitterness also emptied from an old man's heart.
Dhana slowly removed the ropes that tied down balaji and then freed priya also.Together all four of them shuffled out of the factory and then a huge explosion rocked the factory and it slowly crumbled to the ground.Dhana looked at gurumurthy, who threw the remote away but not before wiping it clean and said ' Tamilnadu police are very smart and there is no point in leaving fingerprints for them to trace.'
They laughed for the first time in many days and now bonded as a family they got into the cars and drove into the night.
Your kind attention please.This is british airways flight BA 104 bound to london.This is the last boarding call for Mr.Arjun venkatesan.Please board the flight immediately through gate no.7.Repeating this is the last and final boarding call for Mr.Arjun venkatesan.
There are cemeteries that are lonely,
graves full of bones that do not make a sound,
the heart moving through a tunnel,
in it darkness, darkness, darkness,
like a shipwreck we die going into ourselves,
as though we were drowning inside our hearts,
as though we lived falling out of the skin into the soul.
Pablo neruda
Edited by s.satishkumar - 10 years ago