As he stood facing his troops, he felt a surge of excitement, and pride. excitement because he was exploring new frontiers and pride because, in his mind, this was the best army anyone could hope to have under command – seasoned warriors who performed like a well oiled machinery, whose teamwork was the stuff legends were made of. Indeed, the commander was excited, because today could be a day of landmark achievements, for today he was trying to make inroads into the enemy territory that could be strategically crucial in the long run, a foray that could decide their very existence. and so, though there were potentially landmark achievements to be accomplished, there was also a chance of complete annhilation at the hands of the enemy,for the enemy were no pushovers.
The enemy – they watched the army from far. in fact had been watching them for days now, trying to detect any strategic move from their side. they had a feeling that today would be the big day,but they didnt want to do anything that would precipitate an all out war. for they were generally non aggressive folk. but no man could stand for it when his home territory was being invaded. yes that was it, an invasion – inch by inch, area by area, territory by territory,the army marched on. the invasions were carried on at night, and the enemy forces usually were in for a rude awakening, literally.
but now it had gone too far, and the enemy were preparing to retaliate. though relatively peaceful folk and smaller than the invading army in sheer numbers, they boasted of an arsenal that ranged from brute physical strength to chemical/ biological warfare. and that was the very question they were grappling with, what to use in case of an invasion.
and at that precise moment the commander ordered the invasion to begin.
‘the chemicals might harm us too” warned one among the enemy.
‘hmm, yes’, said the other.
but in the end, it didnt matter, the commander must have thought, as the battle lasted all of five minutes, and his tiny army of ants was no match for the two pairs of marauding bata soles, which eventually annhilated them.
until next time, the fittest will survive.
Category: Life Ordinary
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Shock and Awwww!!
The cold war was over long ago, but being the dominant country had its own set of disadvantages, chief among which was being the primary target for all the terrorist organisations that wanted to make a bold statement.And being the head of such a country, especially when the world considered your iQ results negative, was definitely not the high that many people could live with. but whoosh (the name had come from the hot air currents that were said to be forever blowing inside his head) did, twice over,and was extremely proud of it.and today he would get one more chance to prove his might, whoosh thought, as he was being driven to the bentagun (the name had come from the physical prowess of the personnel) hq.
for tonight, he had received the news that bentagun had located the person whom many had considered would be his nemesis – pin laden (the name had come from the enormous amount of grenade and other explosions he had master-minded).for having badly hurt his country’s pride, whoosh had chased p-l to distant lands, but p-l had been elusive and escaped capture. in fact p-l had pissed him off so much, that whoosh didnt even want to capture him alive, like he had captured another mortal enemy of his – sodamn insane. (the name because of his crazy antics) he wanted to blast pin-laden from the face of the earth. thus were his thoughts as he entered the room…
the room, which had all the necessary buttons to blast the earth off itself, if the earth were ever a threat to his country.
“have you confirmed his location?”, asked whoosh, as soon as he entered.
“3.4 NORTH 95.7 EAST”, answered the nervous aide.
“sir, there is a possibility of some collateral damage, could we discuss…”, squeaked another.
“i dont care, so long as i can nuke that b****** , and we can discuss all that after i press this” said whoosh
so saying, he pressed the button, that could annhilate a small country.
“show it to me on the screen, quick”, shouted whoosh
the aide, still nervous, pressed a button, and the image of a tranquil ocean appeared on the screen.
“thats my pool, show me the region of impact”, said whoosh
“er, thats the indian ocean, sir, and that is the region of impact”
“what!!”, exclaimed whoosh
” p-l was hidden in an underwater lair, you will see the impact on the surface soon, sir”
“ah, i see, he must be history by now… i can see the impact now.. wow, thats a gigantic wave”
“er, yes sir, thats the collateral damage we warned you about”
“a few fish, thats what was bugging you?.. all i’ll say is that there must be some lucky surfer around”, laughed whoosh.
“not exactly sir…..once the wave reaches the coastline..”
” it would have become so small that it would be insignificant, ha”
“thats not exactly the way it works, sir….”, tried the aide.
“oh hush, stop ruining my great moment…..”
the aide gave up.until next time, this is just a story, so dont be shocked or awed!!
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The Cycle
D wants a cycle. D rarely wants anything, but this one she wants bad. this post is to explain to her, why we are not buying one now.. yes, it makes sense writing it !!
A long time ago, when others wanted alphabets and numbers to be my priority, a bigger priority entered my life, a cycle, to be more specific, my neighbour’s cycle… and thus a little human had his first lessons in the vast human emotion of envy.. and theonly other requirement that was in my mandatory list was that it had to be more horny,er, the horn had to have more sound than my neighbour’s cycle… since i was not a very demanding child, materialistically that is, i got the cycle… the envy lesson also took with it a lil bit of innocence… but i was very happy.
a few years later, i realised the importance of balance in life, no, not the work-life one we talk about now, but the balance required to drive a two wheeled contraption..that balance was quickly mastered and armed with that, i made the demand for my second cycle, of course, the trigger being the envy felt for the peers who already had a bigger,better cycle… a little more innocence lost, but a new cycle gained.. and i was happy.
a few more years later, i needed something that i could use for transportation to school,and the old cycle obviously didnt fit the bill, that was the functional excuse i used…and i got a new cycle again.. a few road rules bent, a lil more innocence lost (yup, by that time, there was hardly anything to lose 😉 ), but after all i had a new cycle, but there was nothing to be very happy about.. it was as though i had to have it, so i had it..
now i have a cycle thats hardly a month old.. every morning, i curse the damn thing, wake up and cycle a few kilometres… i am not exactly happy about it but theres loss of weight, clothes that come fitting right back and a whole lot of other advantages… all said and done, a much better deal than the other cycles..
D shares this cycle with me, but this is an execycle, it doesnt move..she wants one that moves..she isnt grumpy when she uses this one.. she is, in fact, quite happy…now, tell me, what kind of husband.. human being!!.. would let another innocent human being go through all those other cycles of life that take away your innocence and leaves you sad??especially when she has by passed all those other cycles and reached this one directly?
thats why we are not buying D a cycle!!
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Imitation of Life
He was a fixture at the campus.. it was difficult not to notice him if you had stayed at the university campus for a decent amount of time… beneath the tough exterior he tried to portray to people he wasnt familiar with, was a kind hearted gentleman. when i knew him first, he was in charge of the university’s security, a routine job, because at that time, kerala was not called “god’s own country”, and therefore it existed as one…
but i knew him better as the man who used to do a whole lot of jobs for us – paying water and electricity bills, getting my dad’s license renewed etc.. his ‘consultancy’ fees were fixed and not at all exorbitant.. and it came with a broad grin. the reason you noticed him was his mannerisms, they were funny, and i used to be able to imitate him pretty well and everyone had a good laugh over these performances, little goodnatured fun…
a long time later, when i had to get my license done, it was the same man who did it for me…i learnt that, as far as liasoning with government personnel went, he was the best and could get practically any job done with his contacts.. his modus operandi was simple, based on a huge network of people for whom he had done little jobs for, and who wouldnt mind doing him a favour.
i also learnt that his two sons were well educated now, and settled abroad. they had repeatedly asked him to stop doing his odd jobs, but he had refused. it was clear that he didnt need the money, for his rates were even more nominal now, sometimes as ridiculous as a diary or a folder. besides he had a good pension and his sons regularly sent him money.someone once asked him why he still did this, specially since he was getting old. he flashed his trademark grin, and said that it made him happy to make other people’s life easier.
in a world where the lunches were becoming increasingly costly, he was a man who gave buffets almost for free… an old man, with old school values… i still imitate him, better than i did earlier.. sometimes i wish i could imitate his spirit too…
until next time, dont imitate, innovate..