After Death, an ultimate truth. - Harshavardhan C (ereader with android .TXT) 📗

to face the devastation of any degree what so ever it might be. In either ways the lives of the passengers were at stake.

Man had invented the missile. But when once it was pressed into action, there was absolutely no chance to hold it back except to destroy it with another much more potential missile.

So far it was not disclosed which country was targeted? Which terrorist group had sabotaged the plane? Still there were negotiations going on between the heads of the non Islamic states and their civil administration and the military with the leaders of the high jacks through various means. But both were losing time and the fuel was exhausted on par with time.

 

Chapter: 9

 

In the high jacked flight:

 

“Ladies and gentlemen, now you may disclose your name and identity one by one for your identity; and also to pass time and get yourself free from all tensions. But if anybody try to hide anything, they are only responsible for being thrown out of the flight. Now start from the last row please” The commander drew the attention of everybody in flight.

“I am Indira Priyadarshani” A girl of five years introduced herself.

“Very poor choice, perhaps your parents don’t know the most painful and pathetic end of her life”

“Please don’t comment the great mother of the nation uncle; though she was cautioned by Intelligence Bureau that her life was endanger in the hands of her bodyguards only, but she denied to remove her bodyguards, who were Sikhs, saying that the Sikhs were also her children” Baby Priyadrshni retaliated.

The placenta on their face turned reddish rather darkish as their blood was boiling on hearing the name of the former Prime Minister of India Late Smt. Indira Gandhi. But he controlled himself as he might have understood the child’s psychology that they would not hesitate to speak facts under any cost, may be due to ignorance or arrogance.

“Next person”

“I am Mr. Gandhi, Professor in Mass communication and Journalism in the University of IGNOU. “What is IGNOU?” He couldn’t understand the expansion of the capital letters.

“It is Indira Gandhi National open University”

“Don’t you find fancy names Sohab, Ameer and pious names like Ibrahim, Kareem, and historical like Akbar, Jahengheer and Shajahan, and patriotic like Iqubal?”

“Yes of course, but my grandparents are freedom fighters, my parents are scholars of History of Freedom Movement in India and that is why they have fascination for the names of the heroes of the freedom struggle”

“Will it not freedom for Pakistan?”

“No, it is not Freedom for Pakistan. It is freedom for Akhand Bharat i.e peninsular India”

“Then you are not either a true patriot of Hindustan or Pakistan.” The leader of the High jacks commented him.

“But, one should respect and accept true History, and those who have written such an unbiased history should definitely deserve respect” Prof. Gandhi equally retaliated.

“Then I call it a very poor history, and useless topic, next please” Said the leader.

“Iqubal” Said the next passenger.

“Excellent name! He is the one and the only patriot of Islamic state of Pakistan, our motherland; do all of you understand? And next please”

“I am Prof. Rama Krishna, coming from Pakistan”

“Your’s is a nasty name and you are a bloody infidel. Hang yourself with your religion. If you want to stay back in our land, better convert yourself to Islam and change your name” The commander cautioned him.

“Sorry gentleman, I am neither a Dubai Sheik nor a Pakistan National. I am an Archaeologist from India. I have come to Pakistan on research purpose only” Prof. Rama krishna replied.

“What’s your research? And what’s your special assignment? In which way it is useful to humanity? At least will it serve bread to the poor?”

“I am doing thesis on Indus Valley Civilization, and to study its geographical extent, and to elicit the truth whether it is indigenous or foreign?” Prof. R K replied professionally.

“Then what is your conclusion? Is it not the first civilization of Pakistan?” The commander with full confidence and excepting it to be the first civilization of Pakistan asked him.

“I am sorry to tell you gentleman that you are quite wrong in your thought and approach to civilizations. Before the evolution of man on the globe, and with the emergence of cultures and civilizations, the early human habitat couldn’t be restricted or confined to continents and countries or colonies, as the latter are invented or formed by the civilized people over a period of centuries, way back to B.C to A.D. And for your better appreciation I must tell you the real history in prehistoric times there were no geographical, racial, religious barriers and boundaries between man and man. The cultures and civilizations grew initially, starting with family to families and then to socio-economic groups which flourished subsequently wherever there were living conditions which were safe and secured for the primitive men and women in almost all the continents on the globe.

And in broader sense wherever river beds and deltas were in existence and where food sources were plenty, there flourished the world’s greatest and early civilizations” He spoke as an expert.

“You bloody Neanderthal man, hang with your Archaeology; stones, broken pots, burials, heaps of mounds and skeletal remains” The leader of the militancy grew wild.

While the interaction was going on, Miss. Sania could able to take respire with the sustained efforts of Dr. Jinnah. In fact as a last recourse, he gave her mouth to mouth respiration. She was an asthma patient and suffering from both tonsils and bronchitis.

She saw at first Dr. Jinnah on regaining her conscious.

“How are you baby? Are you okay? Are you feeling better now?” As a doctor he asked her affectionately.

She recollected what had happened. She simply nodded her head as she was safe.

Dr. Jinnah suspected her that she might have straight come from her hostel and got into the flight, without informing her parents about her bon-voyage. In fact she was not that fit to play or learn tennis. She must be coming to Hyderabad for some other purpose, which she couldn’t reveal and the rest of them didn’t expect.

“Are you in love with anyone dear?” Dr. Jinnah asked her in as much as in low voice.

She couldn’t reply him at once; rather she was feeling shy to say either yes or no.

“Your silence creates in me number of doubts Sania. I am a doctor and one has to speak facts to the doctors, but still you are avoiding me. I know that you are neither under 16 nor senior in age nor having suitable physique to learn tennis at Hyderabad. That means you are bluffing; and you are only coming to Hyderabad in the guise of learning tennis. But, a girl of this age speaks lies means it is nothing but she suffers from love germ. Am I right Sania?”

She had no option to avoid him, since he was her saver. To him, she couldn’t lie. She just nodded her head as yes.

“Who the luckiest Prince is dear?”

“Promise me sir, not to make tom- tom please” She was trying to be cautious.

“I promise you, and I also assure you that if you want any help from me, I am ready to help you. Now I think you believe me and accept my promise”

“I thank you sir, and I trust you”

“So your coming to Hyderabad to learn Tennis is a lie, isn’t it?”

“Yes sir, I am in love with a tennis player of Sania Mirza Academy. But, unless I tell my parents a lie, how could they spend huge money on me sir?

“Who the smart guy is?”

“Mr. Samart”

“Oh my God, it is both Inter- religion and Inter State” He was initially shocked.

“Do you know him sir?” she asked him out of curiosity.

“Yes of course, why I alone? The entire world knows him. He is a famous tennis player of India; and by the way where have you come closer to him and fell in love with him?”

“Through face book, twitter, and finally I have a selfie with him when he recently visited Pakistan sir” She replied in so much modesty and showed him the selfie in her mobile.

“You bloody daughter of a bitch. How dare are you to fall in love with an infidel? Don’t you see potentiality in our Muslim boys? If you want to test, our boys are ready. Do you? ” They commented her in vulgar language, describing her body contours, unmindful about even the presence of women passengers in the flight.

The co- passengers closed their ears, unable to digest their unparliamentarily language and also closed their eyes to avoid their ugly gestures. Sania put kerchief to her mouth to screen her feelings.

The poor girl was frightened both by their vulgar language and indecent behaviour. Had the flight’s emergency exit was open she might have jumped out of the flight to commit suicide without any hesitation unable to bear their insult and outraging her modesty.

Dr. Jinnah tried to cajole her; and hinted her through his eyes not to lose her temper and outburst.

She understood his gestures and there after she decided not to answer anybody.

“Sir, may I ask you one question please?”

“Yes, you are most welcome baby”

“Are you the same man?”

“Who?”

“The God who disappeared”

“No, I am not God. I am neither a creator nor a destroyer. You need not brain storm yourself about me Sania”

“But still I hope and do believe that you are the one and the only person, more than earthly man and something more than humane to tell the truth”

“Really I am not or at least God sent man. I am just an ordinary human being like you Sania” Dr. Jinnah tried to convince her.

“But what happened to that grand old man?” Sania asked him rather curiously.
“I too don’t know. Perhaps he might have been disappeared”

“But how could this happened sir?”

“They might have slain him”

“What sir?”

“Yes Sania they might have killed him”

“Then where is his dead body sir?”

“May be they have thrown him out or secreted him somewhere in the flight”

“Again you are putting me under terrific fear sir”

“What I said is not gospel truth, but it is only my suspicion Sania”

“Then why don’t you ask them sir?” “Of course, but you want me to become the next target to go to the guillo-tine”

“Sorry sir, if it is possible only you ask them, otherwise I will try”

“No, you also don’t poke in. Anyway as they are losing time so also the mystery will rip open like ice melts under hot sun, and till then please keep quite Sania” He didn’t allow her to interact with them.

“Oh my God! There is blood” One of the Air passengers was shocked on noticing it and raised hue and cry.

All the air passengers’ attention was drawn and they also observed it.

Sania looked at the militants and shivered under fear.

One of the militants opened the baggage box at once in the flight and found a bottle of red wine, which was dropping out drop by drop, as it’s cap was not properly screwed.

“It was a sacred wine brought by one of the church father, who also boarded the flight. If any of you want to sip you may” Said the leader of the Militants.

No passenger dared to ask the crew even for water till then.

“Mr. Commander there may be sugar patients, besides heart patients too and if you neglect them they may collapse. Remember Allah always says to help the needy. Please show mercy and help them” Dr. Jinnah suggested him.

When Dr. Jinnah brought the reference of Allah, it touched their hearts. And then they understood the necessity of the air passengers and they immediately freed the cabin crew and instructed them to serve whatever the air passengers want.

 

Chapter: 10

 

In both domestic and International flights, it was cabin crew who used to caution the air passengers to close their mobile phones.

But, in this flight even before the cabin crew drew the attention of the passengers, the militants took possession of the flight and the crew under their command and control. And most