Blood! - A short story

Blood!

With the ground full of people watching me, I was standing in the center with hands tied. One of the two gigantic villianish guards untied my hand. The time had come. The horror was going to happen. I heard as if the noises came from too far away. Felt like I was in a glass cage, seeing figures dancing before me but cannot hear their voices. Before me were those Arab people murmuring - men in their traditional long white shirts with turban like headdress, women in their black robe wearing purdah - some holding their children tightly and hands ready to cover their child's eyes from seeing the horror.

How come they go such an extent to punish for a small theft? For the first time, I felt I should never have left India. Laid my arm in the big flat stone before me. One of the guard took a giant rusting sword; lifted it high above his head. I closed my eyes and SATHAKK... Blood on my face!

I opened my eyes with sweat on my face. Lying in my bed, I took a deep breath. The fan wasn’t rotating; seemed to be power-cut... The room was quite. The clock struck 2. And I turned to go to sleep. THUDD... Frightened, something fell in my bed - a giant rat may be! I stood up to find out what fell...but found something heavy was hanging on my shoulder. It was my hand. IT WAS MY OWN HAND!

It was hanging lifeless; senseless. I couldn't move my hand. I pinched it, but felt nothing. I tried to shake it, but it didn't. It was paralysed. Was it? Terrified; sweating heavily, wondering how could a dream come real. What happened in my dream had become real, in REAL LIFE!

With every passing moment, my horror built up. I then began to feel prickling sensation in my arm as if pins and needles were prickling when the blood flown to my arm. My green veins were visible, pumping blood to my arm. And all was fine…

Later felt completely relieved, realizing that it was just numbness that occurred as I accidentally slept on my arm.

Then I tried to get back to sleep, but still frightened by how I felt when they slaughtered my arm.

Personal note:

This fiction is based on my true life story.

Paresthesia – is an abnormal prickling and tingling sensation in any part of the body. For more information about this condition, search the net.

Suicide - A short story

Suicide

He is standing on the wet grey rock at the top of the mountain, amazing the beauty of nature, which he had never realised before. He takes a step to the edge of the mountain. There is a slight mist everywhere as the red tinged sun begins to set slowly moving down, far away to his right… To his left he can see the white waterfalls falling with the great sound without disturbing the quietness of the atmosphere. Below his feet the steep mountain ends abruptly into emptiness with occasionally protruding small plants. He can see the dark green trees of the opposite mountain before his eyes.

The cool breeze blows on his face, making him to close his eyes, raise the head up and inhale the fresh air. He had breathed the air-conditioned air but this is something he had never experienced. He feels that the fresh air which goes into his lungs is purifying his complete body. He feels peace; peace of mind; peace of soul…like a sage. Smiling, will anybody be as calm as I when they are going to commit suicide?!

He took another step forward. And here he is, flying in the emptiness… Free from all the troubles... Floating like a feather... Seeing the blue sky behind the purple clouds which is moving towards the yellow horizon.

There’s nothing in his mind; as empty as a black board; no thoughts of why he wants to escape from life…

He came here knowing that he will be handcuffed in few days for the corruption of his company which he didn’t involve. He was not aware of the conspiracy went against him, by his own people. He lost everything. He lost his company which he built of hard work; he lost his relations; he is losing himself… He came here realising that there’s not a single soul to care for him.

There were the days when people called him selfish, arrogant, but he revenged them and laughed at their sufferings.

There were the days when he didn’t think that his wife is a human. His wife ran away suddenly, fearing  him, with their little boy and he didn’t care to find them as like he did to his parents. He treated her like a shit! She was a servant. No, she was a slave! Their little boy is nothing but a disturbance and a complete nonsense in his life. The months they lived together can be found by counting the number of scars and bruises on her body.

He had women whenever he wanted; he had money whenever he wanted... He was studious.

Academically, no one had beat him. But socially, he was an alien. Other students cursed him for his selfishness. Even the one who went near him were those who feared him. His only motive was to win and didn’t care about anything else. He destroyed anything which came on his way.

He was born poor. There was not a single day he didn’t get thrashed by his father and not a single day he hadn’t heard the abusive disgusting words of his mother.  He rarely found them not fighting each other. He wasn’t cared. He missed love. He didn’t know what is love.

But he is in love! He is falling in love with Death. And Death loves him. Floating in the space, he can see the colourful sky distancing away and the trees getting closer. He is going to kiss Death in lips with passionate love.

DHOPP…

Personal note:

One may label unhesitantly the protagonist(hero) as a bad person. But my philosophy of life is that no one is born bad and no one is born talented. The character of a person is built up by the circumstances he faces and the atmosphere he lives in.

The growth of a tree depends on sunlight, direction of wind, amount of water, climate, etc. And so is a man.