Bondage

“We only dream this bondage. Wake up and let it go.” – Swami Vivekananda 

 

 

 

 

I had a very faint memory of how I got on the Island. There was something with the Island that made me feel vulnerable not physically but mentally, from the inside.

                             I seemed to have a very weak memory since I got on that island.

I didn’t know what other people felt, I hadn’t talked to them. 

                         I only remembered faintly, coming to a city with ports, boarded a ship with many other people of various nationalities. We got shipwrecked and paddled in a life boat to the Island.

                                                                          I didn’t know how many days have passed .I had no sense of time out there. What date is it? It also seemed that days are longer and sun is brighter.

                              First few days went fine we had enough food and water. But as time passed by water shortage came up. The only way to survive was to explore the island for a fresh water source.

Two or probably three of us took the job and ventured into the thick covering of trees. Soon we found a stream of fresh water. We filled all the bottles and started for the beach. What we came across on the beach was something we had never thought of. All of the people were lying dead all over the beach. Bullets were fired into there heads. A young boy was in the sea and hence he survived. He told us they were tall, broad people with guns, who killed them all. They looked like the Taliban, like the ones he had seen on TV.

                                   Now we knew that we were not alone and if we didn’t take any actions we would get killed. The events that followed went by very quickly. Somehow we seized 2 rifles from one of there hideouts.

             We went deeper into the jungle and came across a clearing, which was a huge one and was heavily guarded. Lots people dressed in black were moving around.

                           Whatever I did till that point was bizarre as far as I thought. But the island had an effect on you. It made you do the things that you won’t do usually, as you don’t have any control on your own actions or actually you are not doing it.

                       This sense of uncontrolled chaos haunted me .I started examining the events in hindsight. This island had got me and got me well. But why it was that I haven’t thought of getting out of this island, not even once, why?

                        Suddenly I heard the sound of bullets firing. I had a rifle I loaded it and fired to the man who was coming right for me. He fell dead in front of my feet.

                               Then they came, in vehicles. I was running to the fastest of my speed. My companions were running ahead of me and I never seemed to catch them. The vehicle also, never seemed to catch or over take me. I was running faster than a vehicle. The island surely had its effect on you.

  Suddenly a sound like the greatest of mountain had broken blasted through my ears. I turned back to find out that the vehicle was burning. A man with a uniform came out of the jungle. He looked like someone from the army or navy or some armed forces.

                         He told us that he and his soldiers were on a mission to recapture this island. I told him that we can take him to the base of the terrorists.

                         I wondered which country he belonged to. I recalled the language in which he talked to me but I was not able to recognize the language. Interestingly I understood everything he said.

     We were here again at the clearing. Next few minutes were full of gunshots and blasts everywhere. We reached a dugout which lead to a tunnel. The tunnel had a gate on the other side. Army man told that we had to anyhow break open that gate. As we steeped in the tunnel the earth beneath us started to rumble, it was an earthquake.

            I rushed out of the tunnel. It was not a quake. I could see some rockets flying from some part of the island. They were flying to all the sides.

           The army man pulled us into the tunnel. As we broke into the other side of the gate, a small man with oriental features was sitting on the chair. I could easily make out that he was terrified.

   He said that you have attacked us and this is our answer to it. Now you can’t do anything. For a moment I thought he was Korean but he could be anybody a Chinese or Japanese. What was this place and what was happening?

                 The oriental told that there were nuclear weapons on those missiles. Was it his 3rd world war?

  I heard a beeping sound coming from somewhere. I turned to it. There was a world map. It had name of the cities targeted by these people. One name I recognized at first glance.

 

                           MUMBAI

 The army man told us that these missiles could do no harm to the cities. But how is this possible? There are nuclear weapons on those missiles. Now I realized how big this was. My whole family lived in Mumbai they would all get killed. I was shaking it was more devastating to know that I was present at the place from where the attack was launched.

            The trembling intensified as I realized I was feeling cold, very cold. For the first time I thought of God. I closed my eyes, my body was still shaking.

            When I opened my eyes I found myself lying naked on my bed at my home in Pune. I was dreaming all that. It was the first time I had such a dream. I didn’t remember the dreams, usually, but this one I remembered.

       I get out of my bed; my girlfriend Tulip is still asleep. Last night I was watching the show ‘lost’ on TV when she came up.

         The ac is on.

Her body, as radiant as ever.

 I put my pajamas on and go to the window. The sun is brighter today or it just seems so. No, the intensity of light is really more and is increasing. I look out of the window. I can see a much radiant light than sun’s its rising more and more, it is now brighter that a 1000 suns. One could not open an eye to it. It engulfs everything. It has now started to decay

 

               As the light fades away I can see the mushroom cloud rising up in the air.


 

 

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About Rohan Kanungo

Suffering from a disorder that leads to a constant mental escape to other universes and create stories, images and what-not in my mind. I love making friends and catching up with them. Travelling is something which I like a lot but am not able to do much, so I do the next best thing - Reading. I love looking through the window in the nothingness. :) I love my parents, probably the coolest set of individual to get together on the face of the planet.

Posted on October 18, 2008, in कल्‍पित. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. bawa gajab..by the way u have already shown me this in the college but it never fails ti strike anew

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