Monday, 12 March 2007

RED::Episode:3::The final run.

Prologue::: PLease read Episodes 1 And 2 Before reading this.

His father brought him a glass of orange juice and sat on the adjacent chair. He said, "Son, you don’t worry about all these. I am here to take care of that." But Anand was adamant. He said, "No dad, tell me I need to know all."

Though reluctantly, his dad said, "Ok, you know this is a very bad world. The killing started somewhere in Paris and it spread like a disease. Let me show you." He then switched on the television with the remote control and showed him the international news channel. The thing they observed firstly was that the screen, other than the template and logo of the channel, was crimson red. They heard,
‘This is the view of the Atlantic and the Indian ocean from above. It is completely red. The other images you can see show the red sky which is reflecting the earth. Blood that is shed in the carnage mixed with the river and that went straight into the ocean polluting it. Let’s see once again where it all started. This is the footage of the family which was having breakfast this morning. They say that suddenly their food, the bread and the cereals, even the water turned red. The forensic tests say that the ingredient found in the food was mainly composed of blood. Ironically, the family members say that they liked the taste. And the madness grew from here when people from different parts of the state were reported killing and devouring on the corpses of others. Amongst these puzzles, the main questions that are being asked are ‘Is this madness a disease?’, ‘Is the killing going to stop and if so, then how?’’
The father turned the television mute which still showed the bloody images. He then said, "The family which had the bloody breakfast is any common family in the world. But they were so indulged in corruption that they were drinking common people’s blood even before this incident happened. This is the only reason I can think of why they liked the taste of blood. After the incident their greed increased, they wanted more blood. So they started killing. But hours later such incidents occurred in other parts of the world including India. It is like a spell and all the dishonest people are under this spell."
"Dad, and the bullets. Who were they?"

"They were the soldiers of the security force. They thought that you were one of the ‘Red Men’."

"Red Men?"

"They are called Red Men and you can speculate why. I was with the force and when I saw you, immediately I moved with the force to your rescue."

"How come I didn’t know all this in college?"

"You were lucky my son. Rather I am lucky that you are safe. In our city it started from far east and your college is in the west, far west. In fact our house is also far from the epicenter of the carnage."

"What now dad, Is it going to stop?"

"Don’t know. All I know is that it wouldn’t have started if people were not so deceitful, if only they did their jobs without necessitating bribes, if only they didn’t offer bribes, if only they didn’t kill each other for selfish needs, if only, for filling their pockets, they didn’t incite riots, if only the foolish people didn’t react on such incitation, if only they believed in hard-earned money rather than quick-earned money, if only they knew that they have to answer God for every penny they have earned by unfair means, if only they were honest, my son, if only they were honest."

Just then they heard a blast in the neighboring building.
"And then I woke up," said Anand to Marshal and Priyanka the next day and continued, "I was sweating then."

"That was a terrifying dream, although it was true in a sense," Priyanka said in a grave voice.

"You should stop playing violent video games right now," said Marshal to lighten up the grave atmosphere.

"Yeah it was terrifying," said Anand, "And I cried in the night. Partly for that I saw in the dream and partly for I love my dad." His eyes were wet.

His dad was a martyr in the Kargil war.

Epilogue::: Im dying for the comments. This was my first prose. so kindly save me from dying.


Prologue::: Please read episode 1 b4 reading this...

……He felt he was alone in the world. No sooner he could think what was going on than a bullet struck the wall an inch far from him. He was shocked and ran as fast as he could to find a cover. God only knows how he saved himself from the swarming bullets. For a moment he thought he was in Iraq. He tried to read what a nearby banner said but he couldn’t. Suddenly he saw that the sky is turning red. But he had no time to think. He saw a group of people holding daggers, swords and torches in hands was approaching him. They were shouting, "We want blood, we are thirsty, we want blood." Now he was trapped, if he moves back the bullet would find his heart and if he stays there the people will be devouring on his body seconds later. He was frightened to death. He was wet in sweat and blank in thought. As the crowd moved closer and closer, he lost control on his body and hid his face with his hands and closed his eyes waiting for him to attack. He waited and waited and when he couldn’t wait any longer he opened his eyes to find that he was lying on a bed. His father was near the window, fully dressed in his uniform and with a M16 in his hand. Anand only gave a shout and started crying. He then jumped out of his bed and hugged his dad.
"You don’t worry my son. I am here now."
Anand was still frightened and his legs were not stable. He fell down and his dad helped him to sit on the sofa. Moments later when Anand retained his equilibrium he said, "Dad, How did you get there and why don’t I remember anything. What’s going on dad? When I left for the college in the morning everything was fine but suddenly what happened. Why suddenly the curfew was ordered. Who were the people and why were they shouting ‘we want blood, we are thirsty’ what does that mean. What’s happening dad?" Anand was very confused. He continued, "And dad why was the sky Red???????"

Epilogue:: Thanx for the overwhelming response. My third and final episode will be posted withtin 4 days. It explains allllllll........ Thanx once again.

Sunday, 11 March 2007

RED:: Episode:1

“Red is the color that catches the eye,” said Marshall while designing the banner for the upcoming event. “This is going to be a great event,” he continued with confidence.
“Green, blue, orange, yellow and pink also catches the eye,” argued Priyanka. She was wearing maroon.
“Yep, but red is different,” defended Marshal, “red is …aaaanh….sooo RED.”
Anand stepped in the cabin, crowded with furniture, at a corner of the building and closed the stained glass doors behind and said,”Guys, what’s happening?”
Priyanka explained and Anand smiled. “Well,” said he, “They respect you when they offer you a red carpet.”
“Do they when they ‘offer’ you a red card?” asked Priyanka sarcastically. “Many shades of red we see here,” she continued, “when red is used as a symbol of revolution, of bloodiness and of war, it is also used as a symbol of love. We see it in red roses and red ‘heart-shaped’ balloons especially on Valentines Day.”
Anand remembered a letter send to him by his father from Kargil. He said in a grave voice, “My dad once said that the color he hated most is red. He said in a letter to me that during the war the earth becomes red with blood, with anger and with shame. The sky appears red reflecting the ground.”
All the three were silent for a while. Then Anand said, “Hey, when is the event, the red-letter day?”
“On 24th this month,” answered Priyanka and continued, “Thank God that there are organizations like Red Cross and Red Crescent that works for the relief of victims of war, natural disaster, etc.”
Marshal withdrew from his mouse and keyboard, turned towards them and said, “Red has a great history attached to it. The Bolsheviks once used red color as a symbol of revolution representing their communist ideas. Garibaldi and his army wore red shirts and worked for the unification of Germany. And in the same Germany, Hitler used red colored flags that represented his evil ambitions.”
“Bhagat Singh distributed red pamphlets before he surrendered,” Priyanka added.
“Hey, Hey now you both please stop. Marshal you use the red background for the banner, man, no problem in that,” Anand interrupted.
“The design is complete, have a look,” said Marshal and opened the image on the screen of the computer. It was really a good design that will definitely attract the people.
“Who will know that this banner over here had provoked us to have such a lengthy discussion,” said Priyanka.
That evening Anand was walking along the pavement and was surprised to see or rather not see anybody. The streets were empty, the shops were closed, the road was nude and there was an uneasy calmness in the atmosphere. He felt he was alone in the world. No sooner he could think what was going on than a bullet struck the wall an inch far from him........................................ be continued soon in the episode :2

Epilogue:plz comment this is my first prose. as soon as i get atleast two comments i will post the second episode.

Thursday, 8 March 2007

The heart of a mother

PROLOGUE: this is a story told by my social teacher in high school farewell. I m sorry i couldnt compress it further. I hope by the end your eyes would be moist.

kindly comment on my way of presenting.

The best day in life for a woman,
Is the day she becomes a mother.
That day she gave birth to a son,
It was even more special to her,
For her marriage was in ninth year.

She liked it when he walked,
When he laughed and when he played,
When he cried she cried a lot,
My son be happy only she prayed,
Not a single word so sharp ever she said.

Day by day she grew old,
But the love remained the same,
Day by day he grew old and bold,
Wicked friends were to blame,
For flesh and fortune now were his aim.

He married a girl very beautiful,
Her beauty filled him with pride,
Alas! She used it as a tool,
She was greedy, jealous and often lied,
O Dear! He couldn’t see the venom inside.

Mother was happy as the son happy,
The wife, though, was not pleased,
She spoke rudely like Xanthippe,
Excited hatred and his reason ceased,
The mother, now a widow, abuses received.

One day as the heat was high,
She compelled him to do one thing,
“Your mother leaves the house or I die.”
But for carnal desire he cared nothing,
And sent her away the next morning.

Wife still unhappy, still restless,
Asked him to kill his mother at once,
He reasoned, she is far, why make a mess?
“If you love me you do it thence,
And bring her heart as evidence”

He started from home with his heart of stone,
Mother smiled but her eyes tears shed,
The blind son stood, his madness grown,
Killed her at once and nothing said,
And cut opened the breast that once fed.

In a rage he ran, that cruel hound,
To show his wife the bloody heart,
Hitting a rock he fell down to ground,
And a voice was heard from the heart in dirt,
“Son , my son , are you hurt?”


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