JUST A BIT OF FICTION

This is the continuation of my series Just A Bit of Fiction, This is the second post of the series..........

STUCK:

Its a damp night, its raining heavily and its pitch dark. The only light produced is the one which occurs with the thunder. A man wearing a purple color suit and holding a gun is standing. Every time there is a thunder you can get a glimpse of his face. His face is painted white and the region around his mouth is colored red. His hair is long and there is a sinistrous look about him. A Black figure is standing in front of him, you can see his outline at every flash of light. He is standing there unphased. They both are drenched...........
The man in the suit asks, "What do you fear the most Mr. Wayne???"".........................

There is a sharp sound of bells, it's my alarm. It must have been a dream. I am still tired from last night. Its been a rough couple of days for me, The Joker has been running havoc all over the city...............

Its a dark night as I see no moon. Looking out of my window I can see the Wayne tower, the city of Gotham is alive and buzzing. The last time the Joker and me were face to face it was one hell of a night. The city burned that night. I must leave now, Gotham might need me................

The roads which I usually take are empty and dark but today they seem gloomy and I can see people around looking at me. I need to take some other road, I don't like getting noticed......

There is a flash of light in front, a car just went past me, I just missed it by inches, the light was too bright for me to notice the car. I must drive wearily cause I don't know what..........
another flash of light, this time it was just too close, if I hadn't moved the wheal it would have hit me. This car was heading right towards me. This doesn't feel right...............

A big black vehicle is closing in on me from behind. Its a huge truck, it looks as if its following me. I can't turn back now. I will take the flyover and see if I can lose it............

A black Hummer just zipped past me and slowed down right in front of me. Two other cars just slowed down on both my sides, they just appeared out of nowhere. These cars are moving along slowly with me. There are cars on all my sides now, I feel surrounded. I might have just walked into danger and even though it might be a trap, it might lead me to the Joker............

The car in front of me just stopped, so have the cars on my side. I too have stopped, waiting for their next move............

I feel trapped, there are a lot of cars around me now and a constant noise of horns blowing continuously..............

I can see commissioner Gordon shouting at someone pointing towards a car, there seems to be an accident........

Nothing is moving. The good old days when I could drive fast without scratching even a single car seem to be over. Finally, the light is green again, things are moving slowly. I think its time that I installed a music player in the bat mobile. This wait is just maddening.................

I am BATMAN.......... and I am stuck in the Traffic.

DAMN THAT JOKER................
Where is he when you need him..........

THE WITCH, THE LIAR AND THE WARDROBE

THE WITCH:
I am the white witch and this is my world. You can hate me or you can love me but none can escape me. My devilry is far beyond any cure and to fight me is folly, for you cannot see me and yet you cannot miss me if you come across me. I own the minds of everyone who lives in this world. I am the path, which you have to take to climb the ladder of success. In normal tongue I am called politics, you can call me whatever you want.................

THE LIAR:
I am the liar and I am a servant of the Great witch. I have served her for as far as I can remember. I tried fighting it once but it was to no avail. Then she offered me help and now has become an integral part of me. I don't think anything I do under her influence is wrong. Even if it is wrong I need her for my survival. I would be a no one without her. I see no one around me who is not under her influence. She is everywhere- in a work place, between husbands and wives, between brothers and sisters. She runs every country of this world. Earlier I was just a human and lived under her reign like any one else. Now I serve her every day, I am addicted to her powers. Now people call me a Politician....................

THE WARDROBE:
I am the magical wardrobe and I am open for everyone except any one with conscience. No matter what you were wearing before you stepped in but once you come to the other side you will have to wear white or black outfits when you appear in front of the world. The white one for the white lies and the black one as it is a symbol for everything that is dark. This is the uniform for the loyal servants of the Great witch. I am just a medium to her world.............

You might be thinking why is there no Aslan, well he did come in once. He was the only one to cross the wardrobe with a conscience, but only one cannot stand against the witch for she is dark and mighty. Now Aslan wears white and is the servant of the witch...................

Still there is hope, there might still be a Prince who can save us, because it is in the youth in which the power to over throw the witch lies......................

THE DOLEFUL EYES

The doctor asked the man," For how many years have you been married to your wife??"
The man replied," 2 years."
The doctor asked the man, " What is the age of your wife and how far has she studied??"
The man replied, " She is 19 years old and is 10th pass."
The doctor asked the man, " Why did you marry thrice?"
The doctor's looked towards the woman who was standing, her face blank and her eyes fixed on the floor........

It is said that behind every successful man there is a woman. Such are the ways of our society that we do not put the woman in front even in our sayings. The woman is considered a support system, we expect them to compromise and make all the changes in their lives so that men can have their way and it is so forcefully embedded in their systems that they do it happily and take pride in it.

The man replied, "I married thrice cause the previous two dint give me a child"
To this the doctor asked, "Where are your other wives??"
The man replied, " They are living with their parents now."
The doctor asked, " Are you divorced??"
The doctor's eyes again went towards the woman, she was still standing staring blankly at the floor................

A woman is called a homemaker for it is due to her presence in the house that we get proper cooked food and we get a clean house. She is the one who takes care of the children. Even then we forget that what use would be the bread that we earn if its not cooked properly. The bottomline is, thanks to her sanity prevails.....
It is sad that even now you hear stories about sex- selective abortion and female infanticide, it is sad that still we hear stories about child marriage, it is sad that woman are still not educated well enough, it is sad when a woman, sexually abused is boycotted by all family and friends and has to find refuge else where and even worse is the fact that there are still women who have given in and given up, they accept their fate and themselves don't do anything about it.

The man replied, "No"
The doctor asked, "Have you come for this check up before??"
The man replied, "No"
The doctor asked, "Why??"
The doctor looked at the woman standing next to him, her eyes still fixed blankly on the floor.........

It is funny how woman today have to ask for reservations for themselves in the legislative assemblies and for govt. jobs even though we all are supposed to have the same rights. Still there are people who look down upon them. There are still people who think that a woman's job is to stay at home and she is not fit to work in offices like men.

The old woman sitting next to the man replied, " हमारे बेटे के साथ कोई गड़बड़ नहीं है, इसकी तो किस्मत ही ख़राब है, हमारी कोई भी बहु बच्चा ही पैदा नहीं कर सकती " (my child has no problem in his system and it is his bad luck only that none of his wives have been able to conceive)

The doctor looked at the woman who was standing, she was still staring at the floor, her eyes brimming with tears and still none falling from them.........

JUST A BIT OF FICTION

NOTE: Well this post just came to my mind, it is not an issue related to India. It is first in the series, which I will continue in my posts from time to time. The series is called Just A Bit of Fiction. Here it goes............

DELIVERED:

There was a long journey.............................. And then there was life.................


I have been here for so many long and dark uncomfortable days that I have lost count. I have been trying to break through this place for a long time. Nothing seems to work.

Since I came to my senses I have been trapped here, have nothing else to do but think. I have no idea what is happening to me. Off late things are getting really uncomfortable here it just seems that this place is getting smaller and smaller and the walls are closing in..................

I have been hearing a lot of noise outside there seems to be a lot of movement going on. Things are really getting stuffy here now. This torture is just going on and on and I do not know why. But I am sure of one thing, something is going to happen soon......

There is a lot of shouting and crying outside I do not know what is in store for me next......

I just started slipping, I do not know what is going on, It feels as if some force is pushing me, I don't know what is going to happen to me now, I do not know where I am going. This is terrible, people are shouting outside. They must have found a new way to torture me. There seems to be some small light coming at some distance. I am very scared............

I do not have any covering on me. There is a shortage of air and I am not able to breathe properly. There is a blinding light, its just too bright here, I am not able to open my eyes. Last when I opened my eyes I saw a large green man shouting something in a different language, I was unable to understand it.......

I cannot talk to these people, I tried but they do not understand. I am still not able to breathe properly, this is terrible. This is really tough I feel like crying and shouting just to make them understand that I am in pain............

They have already cut a body part of mine, I seem to be getting numb........

I have been tied upside down and I feel as if someone is hitting me on my rear, it pains, I do not understand what these people are up to, I am still not able to breathe....

I cannot bear it any longer I am going to shout and cry may be then they will be able to understand what I am going through and then may be they will stop this torture and this screaming..........

I am getting used to this light, I am able to open my eyes slightly now.................


Such might be the thoughts of a new born just before birth.........

All the people seem to be really happy, there are people covered in green around me. A big guy is coming towards me. He just picked me up and is now taking me towards another person with longer hair. They both seem to be really happy. I cannot decipher what they are talking but they seem to be pointing at each other and saying something. They are repeating the words "mom" and "dad" again and again, may be their names are mom and dad, these are weird people with weird names. The person with the longer hair is holding me really nicely, I almost feel comfortable with her. This might not be as bad as I thought but I will give it a little more time. They both are now looking at me and again and again saying a word, its difficult to make out. The word is girl.................

May be my name is girl. My name seems to be as weird as their's. May be I am one of them only.......................