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Saturday, May 21, 2011

A Mother’s Day



A Mother’s DAY


mother with child

“Is that him”, I asked. “Yes”, replied my friend. I had accompanied my friend to the local courthouse that day. There stood before the village chief a man in his late twenties. There was no trail, no hearing, only verdict. On the chief’s directives a sentry brought a heavy stone, using an unwoven sheet of cloth and ropes the sentry wound the stone at the culprit’s waist, in such a manner that the stone pressed against the culprit’s stomach. The contraption was further supported by chains, which were then padlocked. “What is going on?” thought those in attendance. “Is this some new kind of punishment, but what for?” None understood what was happening and none dare question the directive, neither the culprit nor the tribal elders or anyone else for that matter. They remained silent not out of fear but out of respect. The chief was the most learned and pious among us, he was known to surprise everyone by his unconventional ways but he had always been just when it came to meeting out justice to others. The session was adjourned till the next day.


My friend’s father, a scholar and an advisor of the chief, was at the chief’s place the day before. A sentry had brought an old lady to the chief’s home. The woman was in a miserable condition. She was weak and tired. The sentry had found her in a semi-conscious state at the outskirts of the village. She would not speak of her ordeal to anyone but the village chief. The chief immediately had his maid tend to the old lady. After the woman had eaten and rested, the chief inquired about her condition. “What happened to you? Do you have a home here? Where is your husband? Do you have any children?” asked he. On the mere mentioning of ‘children’ the woman broke down in tears. Sure, she had one, a son. A son whom she had loved and cared for all her life, whose every wish she had worked hard to fulfill. Things had gotten difficult after her husband’s death but she never let that stop her from meeting her son’s needs. Now that her son had all grown up and settled with his own family, he had no use of her so he threw her out of her own house. Her dear son was responsible for her misery.


mother child

The court was in session today. The culprit was presented before the house. He seemed pale and uneasy. The weight around his belly has been causing him great discomfort. He began to speak,” Sire, please remove this burden from me. This weight causes me much trouble. I can’t sleep, eat or walk properly. Anything I do causes me pain and discomfort. I apologize for whatever I have done wrong. Please, forgive me and remove this from me”. The chief ordered the sentry to lessen the man’s burden. “You carried that weight for one day and you started complaining”, said the wise chief “Your mother carried you in her womb for nine months and with all the discomfort and pain she had to endure, she never complained but gave you unconditional love”. Silence crept over the courthouse. Like arrows the words of the wise chief pierced the man’s heart. “She bore the pain of your birth. She bore the hardships of raising you and providing for you. Yet when came your turn to repay her in kindness and humility, you abandon her. If its forgiveness you seek, then seek it not from me but from her”, saying this, the wise chief pointed at the court’s entrance. There stood the man’s mother. On seeing her, his eyes dropped tears of guilt. With rainy eyes he ran towards her finding her loving embrace.


by The Dan Man

Friday, May 13, 2011

The Battle Within







Great Achilles warrior's path

The war drums were beating. The battle formations were drawn. The armies were ready for battle. Many would fall this day never to rise again. From those who survive, some will drink the wine of victory while others will taste the bitterness of defeat. Many will fight but few will leave their mark on the pages of history. I will be one of them.

I have been in many battles, fought many warriors and slain many champions. Where men fought for freedom, honour, revenge, ideology or mere wages; I fought for the thrill of combat. Combat has always been the elixir of my life. I have prepared and waited for this day, the day when two mighty empires collide. The day when I will once again bath in glory, but I had never realized that this day would be different.



destructive rage of kratos

As per custom champions start the fight. I charged forward on my stead and soon faced my challenger at the center of the battlefield. I dismount. All eyes were now upon us. Every soul present eagerly awaits the outcome. War had begun. I charge at my target. He is ready with his spear. He throws; I maneuver to my right, he misses his mark. I close in, leap and thrust my sword aiming for his neck. He counters with his shield. We charged like hawks, attacked like wolves. We attacked and countered, matching every move sword to sword, shield to shield.


vader's self destructive wrath

I picked my pace and jabbed my sword at him. He dashes left avoiding my blow and with a dexterous slash of his sword bruises my leg. I loose balance, before I could recover; his shield smashes into my face. I fell; I could sense him moving in for the kill. I removed my damaged helmet and got up. His steady movements now wavered. His mind seems distracted. His eyes stared my face. They showed fear or maybe concern. I couldn’t care less I had got my opening. I moved with lightening speed slitting his throat with my sword. I removed his helmet, looked at his face as life left his eyes. My sword fell from my hand. My mind went numb. The man laying dead in front of me, the man whose life I took, was my brother. Blood left his throat as tears left my eyes. I stood there and wept, I could hear the armies marching towards each other. More fighting will take place. More brothers will die today. I closed my tear filled eyes, standing at my brother’s body, awaiting my fate.


I opened my eyes, my body was trembling. It was a dream, a terrible dream but how much of it is different from reality, I wonder. Are we not today killing our brothers in humanity for selfish ends? Are we not burning them alive in the fire of our greed? There is no glory in that only shame. To slay the inner monster, to tame the wild ego, to curb the undue hatred, to win the battle within, that my brothers is the only thing worth of any glory.



The Dan Man