Survival part 2

I should rather say I had no other option than to knock at the farm gates. The village was a good ten kms away and my prevailing health problemns barred me from walkin the distance. I could do that well as a kid...welll loss of energy is another thing i can add to my list of losses.
I stood drenched in the rain a good ten minute span to decide whether intruding into the old farm gates was ethical at this hour. An age old memory of gettin thrashed by the old lady during a certain adventure trip of stealing mangoes lingered fresh in my memory..."ur grandfather forgot to teach u not to steal u troublesome girl....just look at the guts u have...a thief that too a girl !"..she had hit me with her bamboo cane...ouch..the memory still hurts..

But then it had been a long time now....I thought she would have been dead long time and I would be lucky finding the new occupants of the farm. The farm hadnt changed in all these years..it was still the same ..lush green acres of trees...mangoes guavas custard apple berries...the scent of wed mud in the air ....someone was still takin care...watering the garden ...removin weeds...

My knock at the door returned a harsh shrill voice answering " who the hell it is?"...before i could run away the door opened flat on my face and my nightmare in the form of the old lady appeared...."cant u reply...what time is it u fool..what work u have here...answer me..are u deaf by any chance?"
In all that bombardment of questions i could only squeak out few words which hardly held meaning....." car.....broke...rain ...village".....
"WHAT!" to that i conjured up my guts to say" my car broke...its rain..village far...can i st.............ay???"..

Well not that i really wanted to stay in the farm now that i had met the old lady...alive ...still greyin...but standin tall where her temper was concerned...even her voice hasnt lost the pitch..

Survival- part 1

Survival- part 1

We all knew her as the cranky old lady who lived in the farmhouse next to the village road. As kids we never bothered about her thrashings or abuses that were showered on us when we were caught stealing mangoes from her yard in summer or fishing from her pond on other days. We only bothered doin our business of stealing. People said she lived in the huge house all alone and the loneliness made her cranky. She didn't bother to talk to the neighbours. Her only aquaintance I believe was Mala, the deaf daughter of the bangle monger who came thrice a week to clean the house. Her disability being the advantage as she never heard what the old woman blabbered or screamed. As kids we wondered when she would go out and leave the gardens for us to plunder. Unfortunately for us...she never left the house nor did she die despite of her ever greying hair and toothless face...so we were turned into thieves and took pleasure in the 'stealing business' as things were not goin on as we wished.

When i left to join work in the city, not much of the old lady's memories remained in my mind. Years later when I returned there were lots of other things occupyin my memory space....I wanted to visit my relatives..one last time. A painful divorce, a retarding career and dead parents...life had taken away everythin ...and over that my doctor declared I had cancer...life was to end ..i refused to get treated...who do i live for!

That was the night ...a night of a heavy downpour...when my car broke down near the village road..........

DELUGE

BOMB SCARE...RED ALERTS....BOMB BLASTS...JEHAD...WARFARE...SECURITY TIGHTENINGS...CULPRITS...SUSPECTS...RAIDS...DEATH....DISASTER...HORROR...

No shocks...most of us now have got used to hearing such stuff day in and day out..the media has it all. I no longer am horrified at the gruesome picture of blood stained corpses or the injured in pain...all that escapes my mind is a state of helplessness. Every single passing moment sounds the gong...someone has been victimised by terror...Terrorism - term to define the phenomenon where man fights man...not for food or water or reproductive superiority as the nature defines...but for something they have been defining as jehad...

The panic runs in the atmosphere...life has become uncertain...for the jehadis are holding war against civilians...some of them have no idea what the war is all about...they are killed without knowing why.....children...infants...many who havent even spoken their first word..

Is jehad all about killing the innocent.............? or is it some ego war waged by some ego centric bin laden...the dude who sits safe...masterminding plans and brainwashing youth to fight the war..the jehad...all he does is to send anonymous video tapes ..the terror tapes

They say the III world war is very near....and something tells me beyond this there wouldnt be a factor of religion or nationality to fight for....what would remain is a fight for a single breath...a single drop of water....the existence of a human form of life will be under question...

A NEW BEGINNING

I decided to restart my blogging business today...i still dont guarantee the regularity of my posts..all i can say is that i am helplessly awaited for the wifi installation in our college hostels.

For friends previously disgusted with my laziness..(a record of 6 months where no new posts came up) this new blog is a way of saying that i am improving :-)....