Those last few seconds.


The sun was on its way to set in Hrabove, the militants were on their usual duty at the Ukraine military base camp, which they had seized. Some of them discussing about the meat and vodka, which was to be served at dinner. Dinner was what they looked forward to the most, in a couple of hours they would be feasting, drinking, singing and having a gala. It was a few minutes past 4 pm when the leader of the militant group Igor Bezler came out of his barrack for his rounds. Strolling through the base camp checking on the militants and gathering reports of the daily records and activities of the camp. The militants who were at ease gathered themselves up in alert whenever he passed them. This seized military base camp was a tension filled area, an area filled with a very scary aura. An area, where only gloom must’ve prospered. In the past few days’ two Ukrainian military aircrafts were shot down by these militants, these militants who were fighting for what they believed in. After a few minutes a militant came and informed Igor Bezler that a plane had been spotted in the militant controlled Ukrainian air space. Igor Bezler looked at the militant in bewilderment, his eyes filled with rage and said “the f**king Ukrainians never learn, do they?” He hurried to the watchtower of the base camp and looked at the plane; further information had come in that this was a Ukrainian cargo plane. After a few minutes of analyzing, Igor Bezler the leader of the pro Russian separatists militant group stationed at Hrabove ordered the launch of a Buk Surface to air missile to bring down the plane which was flying at the altitude of 33,000 ft. When the missile was launched towards the plane, a huge burst from the launch pad made a sound, which was as dreadful as the missile, which caused it. As the missile traveled high up in the sky approaching the plane its sound became more and more distant and soft by the second and just before it hit the plane there was absolute silence. What followed after that was inferno on Earth. After the plane started its dissent to crash on the ground and disappeared a few minutes later, Igor Bezler went on to telephone to report his accomplishment to his superior- colonel of the Main Intelligence Directorate of the General Staff of the Armed Force of the Russian Federation- Vasiliy Geranin.

Igor Bezler: We have just shot down a plane. That was “miner’s group. It fell down beyond Yenakievo (Donetsk Oblast).

Vasiliy Geranin: Pilots. Where are the pilots?

Igor Bezler: Gone to search for and photograph the plane. The plane is smoking and smoldering.

Vasiliy Geranin: How many minutes ago?

Igor Bezler: About 30 minutes ago.

Igor Bezler put the phone down and told Vasiliy Geranin that full report will be given after the examination of the crash site.

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The militants of the Donbass People’s Militia who were stationed in the tiny village of Hrabove, Donetsk Oblast on the 17th of July 2014, were on their regular duty. A duty in which they take pride for being the supporters of the self proclaimed Donetsk People’s Republic. The same duty, which dictates them to protect their Republic from all possible threats. Their love for Russia made them heroes for a Republic and terrorists for Ukraine and arguably for the world. Hrabove a tiny village with a population of around 1000 is in the Donetsk Oblast of the eastern Ukraine. Donetsk is the most populated Oblast (Province) with more than 4.5 million residents, it is also the province with the most tension filled controversies. The Militia which is feared and respected, for they have a strong catalyst, which has helped them spread the fear. Their heavy duty arsenal which consists of various camouflages, self automatic pistols, carbines, assault rifles, sniper rifles, machine guns, grenades and grenade launchers, anti tanks, multi terrain tanks, infantry fighting vehicles, armored personnel carriers, armored scout cars, self propelled field artillery tanks, Air Defense vehicles and towed anti aircraft artillery with missile launchers, man pads, sports utility vehicles and trucks are enough to give fearful chills to any country’s army. Though no concrete evidence exists about where the militia gets its resources, it isn’t hard for people to guess that this Russia loving people’s militia has a very strong country as its ally, a country which also happens to be one of the strongest military force in the world. In midst of all the civil unrest, political turmoil and fear of being at the verge of a devastating event which may be written down in history as one of the most unfortunate, this crisis has come into form through a very complex, twisted and dramatic turn of events, hence it is very complicated to point out the person or group of persons responsible. The story actually begins in 2004, when Ukraine just finished its presidential elections and thus started the Orange Revolution.

The Orange revolution was the immediate consequence of the 2004 Ukraine presidential elections, which took place between Viktor Yanukovych and Viktor Yushchenko, in which Victor Yanukovych won. Taking place from November 2004 to January 2005, the basic angle, which ignited the orange revolution was the revelation of the Presidential election being scarred by corruption, intimidation of voters and electoral fraud. After heavy allegations a re-election was conducted and the initial winner Viktor Yanukovych lost the elections this time to initial loser Viktor Yushchenko. Viktor Yushchenko served as the 3rd President of Ukraine from 2005 to 2010, it was during this time that a woman named Yulia Tymoshenko, who co-led the Orange revolution was appointed as the first woman Prime Minister of Ukraine. Serving for a rather short first term, from January to September 2005, Yulia Tymoshenko was also a very successful but controversial business-woman and one of the richest person in the country. She was even ranked third in the 2005 Forbes magazine’s list the most powerful women in the world. In 2006 Viktor Yanukovych, the candidate who lost the re election was appointed as the Prime Minister of Ukraine in August 2006 and served in office till December 2007 and this same candidate won the Presidential elections in 2010 and served as the 4th President of Ukraine until recently, 22nd February 2014. After Viktor Yanukovych was appointed as the president in 2010, the former woman Prime Minister who also co led the Orange revolution against Yanukovych was, convicted of embezzlement and abuse of power, and sentenced to seven years in prison and ordered to pay the state $188 million. These ironic chain of events and rise and fall and rise of power between powerful people resulted in Ukraine being filled with corruption, mismanagement, currency deprivation and lack of economic growth. It was during these years that the tension, depression and desperation between the common citizens of Ukraine heightened.

After being appointed as the President Viktor Yanukovych desired to develop Ukraine’s capital, which was necessary to maintain Ukraine’s standard of living and economic growth. For doing this without affecting the lives of the citizens he sought to build closer relations with the European Union and Russia. During this process came a step which was an association agreement with the European Union which would provide Ukraine with necessary funds to implement social reforms in all aspects of the Ukrainian society but this agreement came with a few conditions which were that, once implemented, Ukraine had to tear apart all its economic ties with Russia and release the convicted former Prime Minister Ms. Yulia Tymoshenko from prison. Though initially backing this agreement, President Yanukovych later decided that these conditions put forth by the European Union were very severe and didn’t support the future of Ukraine and dissolved it. Thereafter, President Yanukovych signed a treaty with Russia, which sparked civil unrest in the Ukrainian capital Kiev and ultimately led to the 2014 Ukrainian Revolution. The rising tensions in the country and pressures from the EU and Russia made President Yanukovych flee the country leaving Ukraine in a state of anarchy. As the days passed by violent protests between civilians and the law enforcement officials sky rocketed to astronomical heights, the state of Ukraine deteriorated to a tragic agony.

A new interim government was formed in Ukraine to restore order in the country because Russia who refused to recognize the new government took advantage of the treaty signed by Mr. Yanukovych and seized control of the Crimea peninsula situated in Ukraine. Meanwhile, in the capital city Kiev, the new interim government ended up signing the agreement with the European Union, which has bound them to implement new reforms in Ukraine’s judiciary, political, financial and economic systems. At one side is Russia with a signed treaty in their hands refusing to bow down and at the other side is the new interim Government of Ukraine, which is bound by the European Union, which consists of 28 European countries altogether. Russia to thus date blames the European Union and US for the revolution. This tension has led to the constant violent wars between the pro Russian militants and the Ukrainian army at the border of the seized land of Ukraine. In this tug of war the main agenda, which matters is being completely ignored. The agenda of ‘What the people of Ukraine want’.

And in the search for that agenda, in search of who is right and who is wrong, in the pursuit of showing off each other’s power a very unfortunate and inhuman event took place. A event which shattered the crux of all the political agendas, a event which took the lives of 298 innocent people who had nothing to do with this murky and grim dispute between the “powerful”. Those people were traveling in the assumption of finishing the job they intended to do while boarding the flight. 80 of them children, probably weaving innocent dreams in midst of the beautiful clouds when the missile was approaching them. Two thirds of the passengers from Netherlands, many of them traveling on holidays with their families, making plans about what they were going to do after landing in Kuala Lumpur. A few delegates who were heading to the 20th international AIDS conference, hoping that this would be another milestone in the prevention and fight for the curing of AIDS in our world. Students, politicians, actors, people with goals and aspirations in life. They must’ve had a only a few seconds of their lives left when their inescapable fate dawned upon them. The pilot whose radar must’ve sensed the missile headed towards the flight, the mental helplessness which he would’ve suffered in those last few seconds, he must’ve known what was going to happen, but still had hope of saving the precious lives that depended on him. The amount of pain, helplessness, anger, fear and all the other gloomy feelings that exist in this universe must’ve bombarded inside him with each feeling causing more damage than the other in those last few seconds. The innocent children; happily lost in their dreams sitting beside their parents. How would’ve their parents felt when they knew that this was all their children could live in this world, this was all that they could experience in this world, this was their fate which had to be accepted in those last few seconds. A parent for a child is the biggest super hero of all, a parent is the one who solves all the problems of the child. Those 80 children died believing that their parents were going to save them and those parents died looking into the eyes of their children who believed that they would be saved by them, in those last few seconds. And all the other people from so many different nations with all their different potentials of doing great things not just in this world but to the people around them vanished, in those last few seconds. What would those 298 people do if they knew that those were their, last few seconds. They had so many things to do, so many things to say, so many hugs and kisses to give, so many goodbyes to mourn, so many years to live but all that was left was, those last few seconds. In those last few seconds everyone aboard knew that those last few seconds were going to end in tragedy, fear must’ve filled inside them, when the missile hit the plane. Fear of dying, fear of dying a life which, was going to end so unnecessarily, fear that they are going to die a insignificant life. But when the flight started its downfall none of them gave up hope, for hope is the biggest strength of Humanity. Hope of good defeating the bad. Hope of a new dawn. Hope that in the end it will all be alright.  Hope is what defeats fear. Tragic events like these are not accidental; they are agents of fate. Which show us how low humanity can stoop down to. But by showing the dirty depths these agents also showed how high can humanity can rise up if it wants to, in those last few seconds. Humanity, which consist of you and I.

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40 minutes after Igor Bezler had informed Vasiliy Geranin about the shooting down of the plane the militants reached the crash site and realized they had shot down a civilian plane. Who were these civilians, where was the the flight coming from and the enormity of the tragic event which the militants had just caused was oblivious to them. A militant checked around and made the call to his superiors.

Major”: These are Chernukhin folks who shot down the plane. From the Chernukhin check point. Those cossacks who are based in Chernukhino?

Grek”: Yes, Major.

“Major”: The plane fell apart in the air. In the area of Petropavlovskaya mine field. The first “200” (code word for dead person). We have found the first “200”. A Civilian.

“Greek”: Well, what do you have there, what is the news?

“Major”: In short, it was 100 percent a passenger (civilian) aircraft.

“Greek”: Are many people there?

“Major”: A F**kton of people! The debris fell right into the yards (of homes).

“Greek”: What kind of aircraft?

“Major”: I haven’t ascertained this. I haven’t been to the main sight. I am only surveying the scene where the first bodies fell. There are the remains of internal brackets, seats and bodies.

“Greek”: Is there anything left of the weapon?

“Major”: Absolutely nothing. Civilian items, medicinal stuff, towels, toilet paper.

“Greek”: Are there documents?

“Major”: Yes, of one Indonesian student. From a university in Thompson.

Militant: Regarding the plane shot down in the area of Snizhne-Torez. It’s a civilian one. Fell down near Grabove. There are lots of corpses of women and children. The Cossacks are out there looking at all this. They say on TV it’s AN-26 transport plane, but they say it’s written Malaysia Airlines on the plane. What was it doing on Ukraine’s territory?

Nikolay Kozitsin (a Cossack commander): That means they were carrying spies. They shouldn’t be f…cking flying. There is a war going on here.

The militants who shot down the plane confirmed that it was a civilian airplane and decided that it was carrying spies. They cheered, collected all the credit cards, cash and jewelry they could find on the bodies of the dead ‘spies’ and headed back to their base camp where their beloved meat and vodka awaited them.

All the allegations aside, the investigation on what really happened to flight MH 17 has not yet reached a concrete end, though reports also suggest that there was indeed a sighting of a Ukrainian flight near Hrabove.

The Real Truth?


“When people of both the sides ask me “Do you know the real truth?” I can only give them one answer which I have entitled to myself. There are two kinds of truths. One, which demands proof. Science lives by this truth, it requires reason and logic. The second kind of truth demands belief. Religion and spirituality live by this truth. It is up to you to decide which kind of truth you seek in life.”- Ankur Jha

Student of Chaos


If sanity was not a sugar coated story filled with a bunch of lies soiled by a dopey society it would’ve been a map of a twisted path leading to anarchy. Anarchy where the real truth lies. The truth  which says that we live in a society which repeats a set of rules in side your mind until you start to believe them as the truth. And if the only thing keeping a man from being sane are the moral obligations of a society then that man deserves to hear the real truth. That we live in a world where the only thing stopping you from success or leading you to failure is… You.

CANNES: Star-Studded Pre-Sales Events Lure International Buyers

CANNES: Star-Studded Pre-Sales Events Lure International Buyers


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For nearly seven decades, top talent has descended on the Croisette for splashy parties and black-tie movie premieres. But in the past couple years, more and more actors and directors have been arriving in Cannes, Berlin and AFM for equally star-studded events before a frame of their films has been shot, simply to persuade buyers to get their projects into theaters — or even off the ground.

The rebounding world economy, a glut of films, packages with top talent falling through and skeptical buyers have combined to make elaborate presales events and presentations a far more important step in getting films made. This trend has shaped the marketplace in many ways, leading to greater costs for sellers and greater creative input from buyers as films are taking shape.

Last year in Cannes, Justin Timberlake mingled with distribs at an opening-night party for his disco-era biopic “Spinning Gold,” and Martin Scorsese…

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A distant dreamer.


I had a gloomy thought today, about what I was doing with my time. My precious time. As I finished my lunch and threw my self on the sofa holding a huge book in my hand, I was snoring in just about 5 minutes. It was a hot summer day with the temperature soaring as high as 40 degrees that afternoon. After a quick nap of about 15 minutes, something woke me up suddenly. As I got up from the sofa, I realized my back had become all sweaty due to the heat, also my face had gotten all sticky and oily due to the sweat. It was a disgusting  and putrid aura which I felt on my own self. I was walking towards the door of my hall. I thought I had heard someone knock at the gate. As I opened it, stinging sun rays which hit my eyes made my face shrink. There was no one at the gate. In fact, an absolute silence of an hot afternoon. The sun was creating mirages all over the tiny road which run in front of my house. I could hear the crickets creaking in full swing. That was almost all the noise which was audible, an occasional chirp or two of some tiny birds. The silence, the heat and the humidity filled my thoughts with negativity. What was about me that made my afternoon so dull and insignificant? Just a couple of hundred meters away and the world was so busy that it din’t give two hoots about a shred of anything that din’t concern it. And here I was, sitting at home, breeding the devil in my empty and idle mind, not a soul to talk to me, not a soul who could show pity. Yes, the people now a days have no time to even throw a poor guy some pity, not that it is their fault its just the way things run now. As I shut the door and turned back into the hall, it took a few moments for my eyes to adjust to the dark lighting of my house. Once they were back to normal, it was a whole new sight through which I was looking at things. I could see myself standing in the corner of a dump which I preferred to be called as a “home”. The loneliness of this dump was nothing compared to the loneliness within me. I was thinking about the biggest and the most consistent quality that I possessed — the quality of alienating the people around me. I cursed and cussed myself for being this way. All the memories of me hurting and distancing people from me flashed inside my rusted mind. I hadn’t used my mind for anything productive for quite a while now. All it had been used for was dreaming. I ordered myself to change, to become a better man, to have control over my mind, to become active, to make something good out of my life, to start acting and to stop dreaming. I lay down on the sofa, still very heavily angry on myself and gloriously determined to sort out a plan for the betterment of this once better man. All I can remember is I started to snore again in the next 5 minutes.

SLY.


“Man will only be better when you show him what he is”- Anton Chekhov.

 

 

 

 

Driver Kumar and bodyguard Karim were waiting in the parking lot for their Master 

Mr.Kristopher who was in one of the most important political meetings of his career in the local party office. Kumar and a handful of the other people, including Mr.Kristopher’s family, who spent an extensive amount of time around the soon to be MLC knew the whole past week that this was going to be a very fruitful year for all of them, as all their extra bonuses depended on Mr.Kristopher climbing the ladder of the political system and this for particular reasons was going to be a big step-up. The higher he went the more were the chances of his employees of thriving.

 

“Do you think he’ll like it?” Kumar asked Karim while passing him a puff of the cigarette.”Well, you are about to know that in right about 5 minutes” answered Karim while hastily puffing in the smoke and extinguishing it as he saw their master walk out of the party office along with a few other people who had come out to see him off.Both the employees knew how to behave in front of outsiders. Karim with the alert attitude of a body guard walked to 

his master and escorted him towards the car, while Kumar had already pulled it up to the front porch. The other political colleagues bid Mr.Kristopher goodbye as he entered his car and Kumar drove the three men away. Mr.Kristopher was on the phone the whole ride back home. When he got down and started walking towards his royal home, Kumar interrupted from behind with a plastic cover in his hand.

 

“Sir… ” Mr.Kristopher turned back and looked at Kumar,who paused, and Karim who was standing a few inches behind him, both having the expression of nervousness and excite in their faces.

 

“Yes?” said Mr.Kristopher with a smile and curiosity on his face.

 

“SIR! We both just wanted to tell you today that we are very grateful and humbly touched by the way you have taken care, blessed and protected not only us both but also our families back in the village for such a long time and we would…”

 

“For a time of more than ten years” Karim prompted in between.

 

“Yes, for more than ten years, we, your humble servants, on this so auspicious day for us would like you to accept this small token of respect from us, though it is not in the smallest of manner worthy of you, we hope that you would like this shawl which was brought down here specially for you. It is made of the purest and rarest silk in Banaras and its beauty will be greatly multiplied if you would do us the kindness of putting it on your shoulders.”

“With your fatherly blessings upon us poor people…” added Karim wiping the sweat from his temple which had suddenly appeared. He was very obviously trying to speak and was probably wondering why he din’t have a good speech prepared like his colleague did.

 

“And” he wound up, “may Allah bless upon you and your family great fortune and may your legacy set an example of humility, kindness and righteousness.”

 

Mr.Kristopher wiped the small droplet of tear which had appeared behind his spectacles with the handkerchief he always carried in his hand.

 

“My boys!” he said in a sentimental voice. “I did not expect… nor suppose that you would give me such honour in your innocent hearts. Today the lord has not just given me the promotion in politics that I wanted but has also awarded me with the love and loyalty of the two boys I trust the most in this world. And trust me boys…trust me.. that no one is as wishful as me of your well-being and progress. I shall not forget this day until my death. You both are the two hands without whom I would be useless. “

 

Mr.Kristopher,the soon to be MLC, hugged and kissed the foreheads of both his servants, who had not expected this act of love and turned pale with joy. Then the boss made a gesture which meant that he could not speak anymore due to an overflow of humility. After he had recovered, which was in a few seconds, he faintly in a lovely voice said Kumar to go pick up his son from school and Karim to start making a few calls for the party which was going to be thrown this weekend. As the boys dispersed Mr.Kristopher entered his house eagerly waiting for the local MLA to show up for an important meeting.

 

After Kumar had brought his master’s son home, Karim told him that the local MLA was already here and that Mr.Kristopher had told him to tell Kumar that he had to go to the MLA’s residence and ask the PA for the package addressed to Mr.Kristopher and bring it straight back home as soon as possible.

 

It took over an hour and a half for Kumar to do the job and get back home,as soon as possible, and night had fallen by then. Once in the parking area of the house, Kumar rang a call straight to the office room of Mr.Kristopher. He could hear the MLA’s loud manly voice for a few moments and suddenly stop as soon as Mr.Kristopher spoke. Like a baby stopping its cry as soon as it is surprised.

 

“Sir, the package has been brought, do you want me to bring it to you in the office?”The master thought for a moment “No, put it on the table in my bedroom, I will go through it later.” said Mr.Kristopher as he put the receiver of the phone down. As Kumar moved his hand down his ear and was right about to disconnect the call when he faintly heard a voice coming out of his mobile. He slapped the phone back into his ear and before he knew it, curiosity had won him over. The MLA’s heavy voice was bursting into his cell phone. He realized that Mr.Kristopher had by accident not put the phone’s receiver in a proper position and the call was still on. What Kumar heard, startled him. He learned in those 15 minutes that Mr.Kristopher had done a huge scam in the selling of bricks from other districts and the property evaluation of the buildings to which the bricks were supplied had his name as a co-owner on them along with the MLA. He learned that this thing wouldn’t go down so well with the income tax people. He learned that the MLA and the soon to be MLC were planning out strategies to avoid this problem which had come their way and the most humongous fact which Kumar learned was that the package in his hands was, by all of God’s odds, the tax evaluation papers. Kumar cut the call after listening to this accidental conversation and instantly made another call. To Karim.

 

“Where are you? Meet me at the pond with a few beers after the shift.”

 

The MLA had left after the three hour long meeting concluded, Mr. Kristopher went into his bedroom, picked up the package and took it to the dining table. Simultaneously going through the papers and chewing his food like a cow, Mr.Kristopher felt a disgusting smell run through his nostrils. He looked beside and noticed his son hurrying out of the hall into the lawn, Mr.Kristopher also noticed that his 12 year old son was holding in his hand the shawl which was presented to him a few hours back.

 

“What is that disgusting smell beta? And what are you doing with that shawl?”

 

“Oh, I am really sorry for the smell papa, Tommy took a dump in my room and I had nothing to wipe it out with at that moment and I found this in your bedroom, so I cleaned it up.”

 

Mr.Kristopher paused for a second and gave his entire attention to analyze what his son had just said to him. 

 

“How many times have I told you not to allow that stupid old dog into the house? I swear, if it comes into the house again I will throw the dammed thing out of this house. Tie it in the lawn! And why the hell are you cleaning its dump? Do you want to get infected? Go tell the maid to throw it out! Run now and take a bath”

 

The 12 year old lowered his head and walked out of the room as fast as he could while his father got back to the papers and the chewing. The fact of the shawl going completely unnoticed to either of them. 

 

Kumar gulped down a big sip of his beer while sitting on the bonnet of his master’s car and narrowed his eyes to the bitterness of the brew.”You have heard the saying ‘Time and tide wait for none’ haven’t you?” said Kumar to Karim who was still shooting a baffled expression at the man. In the next seconds Karim got lost into deep thoughts, looking into the reflection of the twilight in the water of the pond, analyzing all the things he had just been told and also flinging a pinch of tobacco into his mouth which he had just crushed in his palm.”Well, this is our time and our tide my friend! I say let’s seize it. It’s time we squeeze some of the dough we deserve from the son of a bitch”

After a few seconds Karim swam back into the present reality. “If what you are saying is true..” Karim took a sip of his beer and made an expression of a philosopher thinking about life deeply, “We are sitting on a goldmine hear. but damn it! we will never be able to dig it, for without the proper proof and leverage we are nothing more than two deadbeats who accidentally got to know a truth that no one will believe.”

 

“That exactly is where you can never match my intellectual cunningness Karim” said Kumar and took out a set of folded papers from his back pocket and handed the copied papers of the tax evaluation documents to Karim. 

Looking at them Karim’s face lit up with an expression which resembled the actual yellow reflection of gold falling on him.

 

“This is our ticket to Jannat” said Karim and continued “but we need need protection, we are way too rookie to gamble with a man like the bloody Kristopher. Let me make a call to that cop, what was his name.. ” The booze had condensed Karim’s memory. “err…. he is an SP… our local SP….SP Singh…Singh..Singh…. Kanwar Singh! Yes, that’s his name! Kanwar Singh. I know him well, he can help us blackmail the fool and give us protection. We’ll cut him a share.”

 

“Are you sure he can be trusted?” inquired Kumar.

 

“My man, in this world who can be? But damn it, we need him and I am sure that a corrupt cop always needs money, no matter how well off he is.” after a shooting a sarcastic smile to try to prove that he was more smarter than Kumar, Karim continued “I will give SP Singh a call tomorrow and take these papers to him, mean while you think on the pick up place.”

 

They both finished their beers while discussing the plan and drove back to their quarters and called it a night.

 

 

 

“I couldn’t believe what I was hearing master. I still am not able to believe that we have had a snake in our home all these years. I still cannot believe that we couldn’t see his real face for more than ten years. I still cannot think of the reason of how he could’ve thought of such a thing. To bite the God who gave you your life? It’s an unforgivable sin ” said a Karim desperately trying to add heavy adjectives into his statements. Karim put the copied papers in front of Mr.Kristopher who was silent all the time listening to him. Mr.Kristopher got up, paying no attention to the papers placed on the teapoy in front of him, and leaned towards Karim, who leaned a bit back in nervousness staring at his master. His master took the tobacco packet out of his shirt’s pocket. Served it into his left palm and started refining it by crushing it with his right thumb. 

 

Circling the teapoy Mr.Kristopher said “Well, how about that, I always thought that Kumar was the smarter one than you, and yet he did the dumbest thing by telling you his plan.” He flinged a little tobacco into his mouth, poured a little more into his palm and continued the process. After a short smirk he continued “The poor guy could’ve easily had me if he could keep his mouth shut and the plan to himself. Well, you did the right thing though Karim… ” he paused to look straight into the eyes of his servant and could see Karim gulping fear down his throat. “by coming to me. You have proved your loyalty, this time for real.”

 

 Looking at Mr.Kristopher smile at him, Karim got the courage to push up a few words out of his mouth. “What do we do about the snake master?” After thinking for a few moments Mr.Kristopher said “Well Karim, you need to listen very carefully to what I am about to say, for it is your reply that will decide what happens to both our futures.” Mr.Kristopher yet again looked straight into the eyes of Karim, this time with absolute cold pale expressions, still crushing the tobacco with his right thumb he continued “in this world, if you desire to crush an 

insect you only do it with your own thumb” showing Karim his right thumb which had tobacco glued all over it due to the sweat in his palm, he extended his speech while placing the tobacco into Karim’s hand. “are you ready to be that thumb? My thumb which can crush an insect for me?” Karim nodded his head in bewilderment. “Then go crush that insect for me… Son”

 

 

 

“It was a grave mistake on my part Karim. As a brother to me and my sister, as a son to my mother I beg you… I beg you brother to let me go. Please show mercy on this wretched being. I promise you I will never show my hideous face to you or master in my life. All I ask you is to let me live.” said Kumar while kissing the mud soaked sandals of Karim at the railway tracks.Karim held Kumar by his hair and pulled his head to face him, shot a wicked smirk at the guy who was now weeping horribly and added his favourite prefix ” ‘I still can’t believe’ you think you are more intellectually cunning than me, I have only one last advise for you, don’t beg, die with the little dignity you have left.”

 

Karim ordered his two sidekicks to hold Kumar,who was kneeling, by both his hands. Karim could hardly make out what Kumar,who was shivering like a goat before its slaughter, was murmuring to him as he held his hair by one hand, took out a peculiar pink knife out of his back pocket and slowly started chopping Kumar’s scalp off his head.The screams Kumar produced caused a sharp pain in the ears of the other three men.”You don’t deserve to keep the head on which Mr.Kristopher place his hands and kissed, you thought the climb of the ladder would be that simple, din’t you? ” Karim had finished chopping a big slice of scalp and hair off of Kumar’s head, he toyed with it in front of the almost unconscious victim, threw it aside, and stabbed Kumar in the stomach and chest for six times straight, until he was sure the snake was dead. Blood flowed on the rocks like a pipe leaking water. 

 

Even though he killed the snake like a pro, with absolutely no sign of hesitation or fear, reality was slightly kicking into Karim. He knew he had a high chance of getting caught even with Mr.Kristopher’s hand on his shoulder. The next day Karim went to the local party office to consult with Mr.Kristopher. Standing at the gate of the premises he watched his master come out of the main building. They both exchanged glances, surrounded by his colleagues Mr.Kristopher with his eyes signaled Karim to wait at the next junction of the road, he obeyed.

 

As Mr.Kristopher’s car approached Karim saw one of his sidekicks driving the car. Kumar’s face flashed in his mind. The window rolled down as the car stopped. Mr.Kristopher who was speaking on the phone paused and looked out to talk to Karim.” You dint face any problems, did you?” inquired his master. ” None while doing it master, but I must say I am afraid now.” ” There is nothing to worry about son, I have protected you since you were a child, Haven’t I?” Mr.Kristopher continued after a small nod of approval from Karim

 ” I will take care of it. Now give me the weapon you used, it needs to disappear forever.” said Mr.Kristopher while spreading the handkerchief in his palm. As Karim placed the pink knife in the handkerchief, his master folded it and continued ” Remember you have to lay low for a while now, stay in your home, don’t come to work nor talk to anybody until I say so. Understood?” Karim obediently nodded. Mr.Kristopher held his phone to his ear again.” Ah.. Yes Kanwar sir, as I was saying…” was all Karim could hear until the window rolled up and the car cruised past him.

 

A few nights later Karim was as usually having cheap whiskey and watching television at his home until he heard a knock on his door. 

” Hello Singh saab, how good to see you. Please come in.” said Karim as he pulled a plastic chair for the cop in his small one room house. 

 

” Would you like a peg of whiskey sir? ” said Karim, he continued after the cop refused with a gesture of his hand.

 

” So sir, have you given enough thought to what I told you? It is a full proof plan. I have safely hidden the tax evaluation papers. I will black mail Kristopher, we will split the money 50-50 straight. All I ask from you is discretion and legal protection in case something goes wrong. Now I dare you to tell me that this isn’t a good deal. Mr.Kristopher right now is sleeping with not a worry in the world, the son of a bitch won’t know what hit him” said Karim and laughed hysterically.

 

The cop was looking down and smiling the whole time Karim was pitching him the idea. After the pitch the Superintendent of Police looked at Karim with a big smirk on his face and said , ” You see Karim, if you desire to crush an insect, you should only use your thumb” Karim knew where he had heard this before, still a little confused ” I dint quite understand you sir?” The SP replied ” And you never will Karim, you never will. You were never his thumb, you were just an insect he used to crush another. It’s your turn now. And you are right, Kristopher right now is sleeping with out a smallest worry in the world” SP Singh took out a plastic evidence bag from behind which was tucked in his waist between his shirt and trousers and placed it in front of Karim. Looking at the pink knife in the bag, Karim could clearly see how dark his future was going to be.

 

 

                                                                  P.S:

                                                                  Karim 
                                                                  Kumar 
                                                                  Kanwar Singh
                                                                  Kristopher

 

The chameleon breeds within the man, not in his religion.

“Man will only be better when you show him what he is.”- Anton Chekhov