Devas and Asuras were locked head-on, in yet another of their petty battles. The Devas were heavily equipped with celestial weapons, whereas the Asura army had god-killer weapons. As a part of the peace treaty, either of the force was prohibited to trespass. The city of Kailash, the only common point between the upper and underworld realms was ravaged by constant conflicts between the Devas and Asuras. A human family was engulfed in this battle, neither the Devas nor the Asuras bothered about them. The family prayed to all the gods to save them, but the gods themselves were busy in the battle. One of the celestial weapons missed its mark and was souring at them; in a desperate effort to save the only child both the parents laid their lives. The child was petrified of the horror of gruesome death his parents met. His horror soon turned into anger; anger, piled up by the uncharted violence of these celestial beings, the anger of the loss of human life for no apparent reason at all, the child gave out a loud shriek, but no one cared about this small child’s painful cries. The child clenched his fists and stood up with the burning resolve in his eyes to stop this violence for once and for all. He looked up at the sky, where the celestial beings were fighting oblivious to the child’s presence and with all his might shouted, “STOP!” An enormous amount of the aura started transmitting from the child. The aura, so powerful that it stopped not only the Asuras but also the mighty devas in their tracks. They were paralyzed, unable to move even after applying their entire strength, barely maintaining the consciousness. The source of Aura was so bright that even the mighty Surya; the sun god had to avert his eyes. Suddenly, the ground began to shake and a thunderstruck on the battlefield, at the epicenter of the aura. Cracks appeared from the ground beneath. Fear and panic ensued as the ground shook up and down as if the entire place suddenly fell from the sky and struck the earth with a mighty impact. All of them scrambled up to their feet but most immediately lost balance, in the sheer panic they ran as far away as possible from the site. Everyone, equipped with any kind of weapon aimed at the source of the Aura but the weapons evaporated before they could penetrate any further, creating a thick cloud of smoke and rubble.
The smoke cleared and the dust settled, the child appeared, with rage burning through his eyes, the sheer ferocity of his eyes was enough to set the world on fire. It looked as if he would devour the entire world in his rage. A trident had appeared in his left hand out of nowhere. He then struck the trident on the ground, causing the entire hill to collapse in a single blow. The shock waves shattered the glasses of the windows, the houses standing tall even after the centuries of battles began to crumble. Every celestial being in the vicinity, simply evaporated. The others on the battlefield either in the air or on the ground were sent off flying a few miles away.
Parts of the city were still ablaze. All the once green lands were no more than ash and charcoal. The air was heavy with the smell of burnt flesh and smoke hung in a haze that partially obscured the blood-red sun. The war between the Asuras and the Devas was not a new site for the citizens of Kailash. This time the destruction was extensive, but who would argue with the almighty gods or the beastly Asuras. The citizens were helping each other to scrape what remained of their city, astonished to see the mighty Devas running for their life, all battered in blood and horrified beyond measure. One of the elderly men asked the last of the fleeing Devas, “What’s wrong? What happened? Did the Asuras win?” He whispered, “Rudra…the almighty has emerged…” Everyone was distracted as the ground began to shake again; the battlefield seemed to be the epicenter of the shockwaves. Rudra’s roar echoed in all the realms, sending a chill up the spine of every celestial being for Rudra, the destroyer was born!
To be continued….
As I settled in my chair after completely roasting one of my colleagues, an angelic alter ego in me resented at the course of actions I took, “You use criticism as a weapon of destruction. You absolutely destroyed John, just for the sake of revenge and satisfaction.”
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That I don’t want to say anything anymore, that I don’t want to do or feel anything anymore – is that what is called surrendering to the reality or is that a cry for freedom and self realisation?
what comes first? Feelings or thoughts?
It has to be feelings. If it were thoughts, my trained brain in the manner of the world would have deleted them – like a virus on the computer. It has to be the feelings. They are born inside you and become the breath you breathe.
Life promises such beautiful things / shows just beautiful dreams and I always believe in magic and dreams. I may not have that dream /magic as a reality I take to my death bed but honestly why not? And if practicality denies me the dream as a reality for ever – why can’t I have it for a certain time at least?
Was just counting – I have been abused by 3 people in my childhood. And yes of course they had to be neighbours or relatives. (Wonder why I didn’t react. Well. I did once. I told my friend who’s uncle was acting funny with me and within a few days people from that house started thinking of me as a “characterless” girl. Common, I was just a school kid! That hurt. And maybe that’s why the rest of the men had it easy. I was pretending to be strong and unaffected. And they thought I was enjoying it. I am trying to remember if I had ever really begun enjoying it. But it’s like trying to see the red and yellow independently after they have been mixed to make that orange color.
If I treat myself as a case study, I think it’s very interesting to see how a particular personality trait is developed. And it’s not about a broken family. It’s about being surrounded by insecure parents; it’s the naive understanding of how the world works – you speak up and you are misunderstood, mocked and maligned by people, family included. You keep quiet and continue walking proud (trust me, nobody wonders why you are holding your head unusually high) and those who are doing things to you support you by being nice and normal and sometimes even respectful in public and continue having their fun at every opportunity and possibly also getting aroused by your show of pride. And yes, sometimes they start giving out paternal advice too. And while you are trying to keep that head high and proud over the shoulder and in turn saving some serious embarrassment to your family the news of your “availability” spreads to the likes of these uncles and neighbours. Suddenly there are too many of those around you. Some you ignore, some you fight back and you let some tarnish your image (because you don’t give in to their demands). While all this is happening that kid is growing up, still hoping to be a beautiful young lady and a wonderful person. She wants real love, real tenderness and real care. And of course she doesn’t know if she is getting it or not. She has seen insecure and unsure parents and that insecurity and uncertainty has gotten into her too. She believes that the one with that something hanging between his legs is more powerful and in general governs the well-being of a woman, and being quiet and submissive is the only way to have his blessings and goodwill. And yes, that thing between the legs thinks!!!!
When lot of people start settling down in life she is just beginning to gather courage to stare at that wound that never healed. Thankfully she never gave up on love! But maybe she has just made herself difficult to be loved by a man.
There is a war going on between sleep and day dreaming. It is so difficult to be the judge because both of them are a part of me.
Sleep beckons promising to make me live one step near an impossible reality. Just then day dreaming shouts back, “Sleep is simply trying to lure you! You will wake up with a just hazed memory” A memory nevertheless! And if I daydream? I don’t have to fall asleep at all. I can live the feeling!
But I just heard sleep say “Mind you dear girl, it’s just going to be a feeling. I promise you at least a memory.”
The rational intellect in me chuckles at this dispute and decides to retire with a silent prayer of love and well-being for my beloved.