The Essential Change

For the past few days the internet has been buzzing about a murder case that happened in Nungambakkam railway station. Initially it was shocking and the shock subsided few gradually. Like the people that stood around when the event had happened, I was being another passer-by, only difference being, I was sitting in my home and even more, I was arguing with myself of how I would have reacted in that situation. I was slightly angry that people around her did not react to the murder when it happened. Then my mind dismissed that thought saying that I would’ve probably done the same, this argument was backed by my emotional part of my mind. 
Then my mind moved on to the killer’s view, back when I had this thought, he was not caught, there wasn’t even a proper picture of him. With the social rumour mill circulating images of random people depicting them as the killer, I was highly sceptical that the police would ever capture him. But they did.
I thought the news of the death and the event was shocking, but the reason and what he actually wanted to do traumatized me. The news told me that he was in love with her and she politely refused him a few times. She had refused him with one of the few reasons being his personality. 
Angered by her reason he wanted to hack her mouth for he felt that she insulted him. He was successful, he also overachieved. 
I’m not going to stay here arguing if what he did was right, but I’ve tried my best on finding a solution of how to handle it. 
The major reason of why he killed her is very apparently ‘Anger from love’. But what causes this anger and love? Emotions.
Emotion Definition according to Wikipedia. 
“Emotion, in everyday speech, is any relatively brief conscious experience characterized by intense mental activity and a high degree of pleasure or displeasure.[1][2] Scientific discourse has drifted to other meanings and there is no consensus on a definition “
As the definition states emotion cannot be defined easily, or at least comprehending emotions is not easy. 
Now you might wonder if I’m asking people to block emotions, No, that is not possible and that is not what should be done. You cannot possibly hold in the basic instinct that was developed from millions of years of evolution. 
Rather If and If only there was a proper guidance to show that feeling or emotion in any way that is not harmful to the person or the people around him. This might sound like a far-fetched idea but I feel this can be achieved.
Not trying to justify the killer, but he must’ve had uncontrolled emotions and feelings bubbling inside of him and finally spitting out the most unstable of all feelings; Anger. 
Feelings are like colours, if you mix them all you get colour ‘black’. Mix the right colours you get pure white light. 
This anger grew and made him take a life. If only he had a way to show this anger, if he had a person to control him he might’ve come out differently. But ungated emotions lead to whatever mustn’t have happened.
Whom do we blame here? 
His parents for not guiding him and his emotions properly? Or himself for not understanding another person’s feelings? 
No.
I blame Two things. Education and society.
These two and so intricately entwined that they play a major role in making a person.
Our education hasn’t changed as much as people have changed, hell even the syllabus is outdated. 
As much as our education is teaching us about technology, it has failed to show us how to properly handle our emotions and feelings. I’m not asking for Gurukulam format of education to come back, but something that lets us control the flow of our feelings can be implemented.
Now society plays a major role in this kill. Our modern society has grown abundantly in all the wrong departments. The major culprit is the mind-set of the society, people want to avoid murders from love but still oppose love, even a conversation about love is prohibited still. Where would a young adult go with all those emotions inside him? 
Some parents are so set on the concept that love is not good everything related to its harmful for life. I hope this changes someday. 
Had this been addressed before it had become cancerous, lot of murders could’ve been avoided. At this point I do not know If my idea would work or if it is the right one. But a change in mind-set is definitely needed.
~May all the souls rest in peace.

la réalité de vivre

I finished with the following line a year back on 2015, April 2 on my post titled Joie De Vivre.

“Now I, the writer of this post, is standing after previous line in life, in reality.

If I'm still writing after four years, maybe I'll tell you what happens after this.”

When I wrote this post I hoped to come back after 4 years only. I thought 4 years would be an appropriate time interval for some significant changes to take place, I thought nothing much would change for at least a year or two.

Wow, I’ve never been so wrong in my life.

That ‘wow’ is merely an understatement of the changes that have taken place.

The next 12 months we’re a roller coaster of changes, paradigm shifts, ideal revolutions and transformations that would hopefully serve as a launch pad for greater life.

The Job Quest

After the exams you’d have a 2-month buffer period to stretch out a bit.

People who have been already placed in begin their months long wait, looking at their mailboxes and post-box every now and then.

Those haven’t, begin their hunt for job.

(note: I won’t be writing about people who are pursuing a post graduate degree since I have no means to know what they experience. Hope you people do well.)

Hunting for a job is one of the most eye-opening experiences in your life. You might’ve been one of the most admired seniors of your juniors, or one of the most respected student in your class. None of that matters. You’re a person who finished his degree and waiting to get placed and at the company’s mercy. You’re basically an unemployed person. Depending on your major you’d want to choose your IT company, and- oh yeah core jobs are a dream for many, even If you get one, the pay would make you cringe.

Those who got a good paying core job, bless you.

People who are fortunate to get a job within a few weeks of results have been spared of the chagrin and dismay of being unemployed.

Those who we’re unfortunate enough not to get a job within the first 6 months are put through 7 circles of unemployment hell. Opprobrious words will be heard and disgrace will fall upon you slowly. Most parents support you but you will be eye-candy for your relatives. They will pick you apart in functions and through phone calls, which will start reflecting in your parent’s face over time. You can’t blame them though. After going through so many pitfalls and breaking multiple barriers you end up in a job eventually.

In between, there are people like me. We have tried our hand at everything. Post graduate preparations, actions for abroad studies, start-up efforts, thoughts to shun the degree and follow passion and more.

(note: I prepared for Local and Abroad post graduate degrees, succeeded in achieving a good score for the local PG but left to do a job in IT. I also had thoughts of doing a degree for my passion, but hey, life happens)

If you believe that your life is set, then you’re in for a big surprise.

Welcome to real life – The job-honeymoon chunk.

This part is the best part of any job, the first 2 months.  It will a different kind of joy when you receive your first salary. One of those Goundamani dialogues flashes past in my mind’s eye. Well yes you do feel like buying everything you see. You gift parents, even your siblings. You feel like someone attached a pair of wings and added in a jetpack. You meet, greet and treat all your friends.

You’ll love your job; you’ll always be talking about it. You’ll love everybody in the job, your colleagues would be the coolest people you know. The days would seem like a scene out of a spring day in cartoons with all the slow motion singing, flowers blooming and stuff.

The first 2 months of job would go in a bliss of joy.  Salaries would be totally emptied on stuff you wished to buy for a long time. You hope to find all those relatives and ask them to shove it—uh no. Life will be fun.

Welcome to real life – The sledge hammer.

Why have I named this part The sledge hammer?

Kevin spacey says this to the protagonist in a movie, “Wanting people to listen, you can't just tap them on the shoulder anymore. You have to hit them with a sledgehammer, and then you'll notice you've got their strict attention.”

This is exactly what life does to you. Life begins to show its true colours right when you begin college, if you had learnt the knacks and the tricks of life, you’re somewhat safe from its unexpected smack downs. But keep on ignoring the signs and symbols, the fact that life is not a nice person will hit you harder than you imagine. A normal day might end up very differently. This one day can break the person that you’re. This one day is your sledge hammer.

You never know what will happen, you simply might’ve been not able to reply a text to your best friend since you we’re in office caught up in work. He or she might think that you have changed you don’t need them anymore, while the truth is otherwise, a month later you’d start noticing your friend doesn’t talk to you anymore, yeah it takes a month to notice, by then all is done. Relationships break in a matter of few minutes.

There is one other thing that you’ll realize, politics is real, very real. Not only in office but also in real life. However noble you might be you will be pulled into this cesspool and asked to be a part of it, wait, you will be forced to be a part of it.

By this time waking up every day and pushing yourself to work would be strenuous task. The weight of life begins to fall upon you.

Parents would start noticing your change in behaviour or character and start questioning you and you vice versa, and now with a job behind your back you have the grit to talk back and spill-out some toxic words.

(note: Try to be very careful during these times, a small word can set off a storm inside your home, my kind suggestions are that you bite your tongue and hold it down. Also communicate more during this stage, that helps a bit.)

Slowly day by day work would get hold of you and the little things you enjoyed doing so much like hanging out with your people or reading a book or even watching a TV show will begin to decrease.

You’re not too immature to let go of your job or you don’t have anywhere else to go.

You know you have Endure this.

The fallout.

Sledge hammer’s effect doesn’t stop there. It ends up screwing your whole system you’ve struggled to setup so many years.

(Note: I really hope parents would stop telling their children that after 12^th it will all be great, after college no one will question you, you will have full freedom when you have a job-No! This has to stop, future parents, please tell your child how it will be actually and don’t enforce your wishes upon them.)

The job’s system begins to eat into your health, fitness, hobbies, relationships and more.

The first apparent consequence would be broken and misunderstood friendships. Once the texts used to run till 3 in the morning not its stopped at ‘good morning’ and seen. Almost all your friends are working and busy. Yes, they’re busy with their job, but our minds and hearts choose to ignore this.  Imaginations run wild and friendships break, the break up too isn’t so elegant, Facebook and WhatsApp statuses are your proof for that.  This isn’t something you’d have expected from your friend or vice versa. A small communication and this all could’ve been avoided, but life’s a bitch isn’t it?

Next one would affect you more personally- your health.

People will start noticing your change of shape be it increasing or decreasing, you will be noticed for this. People will start making comments about how you’re beginning to change, even the ones who know your work lifestyle. Though laziness on your part is also a factor for bad health, you can help it. Everyone you know is on a diet or is doing some workout and you’d have no other go but to fall into stream. You end up eating things you’d have never thought you’d eat but That’s not going to help much either. This is the part where most people are most confused.

 Your hobbies, your amusements the things you did for fun slowly begin to fade out into thin air. You frequently begin to second guess yourself and become more cautious. The carefree, joyful attitude is gone.

 Slowly the base of your personality begins to shake up.

The sliver of hope.

When you look a year back into the past where you thought you we’re having the worst phase of life, you’ll find yourself laughing and proud of yourself.

If you wish this change can be called as ‘Growing up’ or ‘Being responsible’.

Every time you face a problem you don’t try to run away from it, instead you try to find a solution by yourself or with some help, and yes this can definitely lead to some failures and ultimately serve as a lesson for future.

Your hard work would definitely pay off as incentives or hikes or some other positive news.

You would have to push yourself further and further every day but in the end you will reap the prosperity.

Now that you have somewhat understood how life can work you will have the courage and stand face first towards the problem show your chest. You can take it all in and still come up successful.

Life will move on. Life has to.

Idhuvum Kadanthu pogum.

A Special shout out to people who have come this far, and sacrificing so many things doing so.

P.s. I’ve tried my best to convey what most people fell after getting into a job right after college if you’d like to add or change something kindly do so in the comments, also people who are further experienced than I am, bestow us with your wisdom.

~Experience=Wisdom?

P.P.S Bear with the typos and grammatical errors. Thanks.

Fair

Yes, you weren't born to do dishes or cry like fishes,
you rose to rule, you woke to banish the fools,
society shuns you, in vain,
raped, scathed, scarred, scared by genders,
but times have changed and you are myth benders,
your pain has subsided,
but then people are being one sided,
we were hideous, we are ugly, all inside,
but we have cleansed and rinsed souls,
right to be debased then, but changed are ours goals,
we request thee to stop shaming us,
and thy voice at blaming, thus,
being asked 'revolution is when?',
give us a chance we'll learn,
to give you a future you yearn,
you are now the women,
as worded from the turbaned poet's pen,
after all we are our mother's son,
please let us be real men.

~Feminism is not in equality but in what is fair.

The Twinst-2

Yin was in tears after she read the letter, though it wasn't as traumatising as the events that occurred 5 days ago. It hit her pretty hard.

Her parents weren't what'd you'd consider normal. Sure they were high school sweethearts and almost eloped, but they were the best parents anyone could ever get. They would play videogames with them, drink with them, and even arrange random dates with their boyfriend and girlfriends. The loved them what ever they did.
But their blood ran cold when they found their parents hung upside in their garage.

The biopsy report read:
"The Juh's household Homicide case
Both Wu Ting Juh and Chen Zhao Juh Were victims of homicide on 25-october 2014.
Time of death is around 11.33 p.m CST for Chen Juh and around 12 a.m for Wu Juh.
The mother (Wu Juh) endured the murderous torture longer than the father(Chen Juh).
Both of them were Cut rather surgically incisioned in various places on their body but strangely the incisions were stitched up. They were beat up badly while hung upside down.
The motive of  this action is unknown but it proved fatal to the couple.
Another strange event was that they were drugged  with an unknown chemical agent after the torture.
Drugging them after the torture doesn't make any sense and the lab technicians are working to find out why....."
The report read so on.

When Yin and Yang had returned from the Doctor after a mystery attacker had hit Yang in his head while they were walking home back from school. Though Yin was unharmed, Yang was bludgeoned at the back of his head by an unknown attacker on a bike. They Visited their Family doctor and God-parent, Heilen DeCruz, but they learned from her P.A. that she had already left to India today morning. With first aid done to Yang they went home to witness the slaughter.
Yang fainted on Yin's shoulder.

Yin was scared to death, but being the bold girl she was called in the police and ambulance. she searched the house for missing stuff but there was nothing specifically missing. It seemed as if they had come just to kill.
There was no strong evidence to denote the killer and but it is said that two of them were there.

Heilen came back from India that night and she tried to console them, in vain. She said she had to leave to India tomorrow for an emergency case, though she tried cancelling the appointment, Yin felt that she better go and attend the case for it might be another children praying for his or her parent.
Heilen left the next day first flight.

'It was 2 a.m, early morning or night if you wish, She did not hear any sound, but she wished she did. Usually around this time she would hear her dad carpenting in his workshop and his mom playing playstation rather very loud with her. But there was only dead silence. The silence of her parents being dead She was also plagued by another issue, but she thought its best not to think about him now.'


2 days later.
There was no word from Heilen nor they were able to reach her. Yang seemed away from all of the world happenings, she knew he was moody and cloudy always but he seemed aloof now. like he was blank. Heilen had said she'd take care of the psych eval of Yang after his head bump.

She knew they had made a mistake. Yin knew they musn't have ignored the repeated threats in the form of beheaded  and skinned pets and dogs.

A week prior to their parent's death their pug limbo was found skinned on their porch. Yin's parents came in running after they heard her scream so loud. It took them an hour to console the twins. But it was not the twins they were worried about.

And few days after that Yin slipped over a pool of half-dried blood from a beheaded goat carcass.
Her trauma increased exponentially when the saw all 15 of their cattle and pets slaughtered and disfigured in her barn. The police and the media channels buzzed about it for two days.
The Juh's household was in dismay. No one spoke in the home and all were shaken up badly by the sudden events that had transpired in the past week.

A day Later Wu and Chen were found hung upside down by Yin and Yang.
Flash news read "Father and mother of Three were killed in a bizzare murder yesterday night.
It is said that there is a possible link between the homicide and pet massacre from the week before...
almost a week ago the was a mass killing of pets and cattle in the Juh household. Around 15 pet animals and cattle were killed and beheaded by a unknown killer. They were later moved to...*static*"

The police filed in a case and linked it with the cattle massacre.
The whole town talked abut the Juh's.

But what baffled the townspeople was the Missing third Child, Yo.
The Youngest of the triplets, the unjoined triplet.

~Final Part 3 to continue.




 

The Twinst-1

"almost *static* ago the was a mass *static**static* in the Juh household. Around 15 pet *static* *static* *static* and moved to * static*..."
Yang woke up with a shudder and found himself on his bed sweating profusely. He switched off the annoying old TV. The dream he just had was very vivid and detailed, and gory. He was thankful that he did not wet his pants.

'He had a knife, like none he had seen in his life, it was long and slender and very sharp, it had already made an incision in his thumb when he touched the blade.
He lifted something, something alive. It was a dog, a small pug and it looked familiar. Suddenly he realized that he was not in full control of his body.He felt as if someone was controlling him, as if someone was handling him.

He lifted the dog up by its collar violently, it whimpering with fear, and made a small but deep incision on its neck. His heart stopped. The dog yelped and thrashed about in his hand. He tried his best to take over his body again but in vain. The dog bled slowly and fell unconscious. His hands made minute but accurate cuts on the neck and he Skinned the dog.
He saw himself walking towards somewhere. He walked for around 10 minutes and he dropped the skinned pug on a house's porch.'

His alarm buzzed 5 a.m. and woke him up. Groggily he stood up from his bed
He heard a thud from his front door. When he found a skinned dog. It was his pug, Limbo.
Fractions later a guttural scream echoed through the halls of his house.

After the exhausting day,Yang went to bed and fell asleep almost instantly. The dream came back.

'This time he was in a barn. The were lot of cows and horses. and then there was this small goat.
It stood as if it was waiting for something. Yang knew that something horrible was going to happen again. Something horrible by his hands yet uncontrollable. This time around he took out something that looked like a saw, a saw sharper, thinner and stronger than the usual saws.

As expected he took that small goat on his lap. It was bleating slowly but calmly. it was as if the goat knew him beforehand. as if it was his pet. Now the control over him was stronger. He felt as if his hands were being forced to work. Yang's heart screamed silently when he pierced the goat's belly with the saw. The goat was in mortal pain. its bleating faded after he broke its neck forcefully.

He cut the young goat's head and threw it away. He dragged the beheaded body and entered the same compound he entered in yesterday's dream.'

He woke up again at the 5 a.m. alarm buzz.
He slowly opened his front door but nothing was found. Thankfully, he retreated into his kitchen and took the garbage opened the backdoor. He slipped over something and fell on the hard ground. There was a pool of half-dried blood from a beheaded goat carcass.



Another scream was heard 2 blocks away.'

Yang did not wake up completely, he lay there still with his eyes closed, images of the dream were lucid but faded away soon. He hesitantly pulled himself up from the bed and he heard his door bell ring. He did not feel like attending the door, but a force dominated him and seemed to make  him work. The ringing had stopped but he found a letter below the door.

It was from his family doctor and god-parent Ms.Heilen.
"Dear Yin,
I hope you guys are fine, I hope you guys are dealing the loss of your parents good. I wish I was there with you people.
How are you managing yourself? Are you eating well?
Your brother's psych and bio report came in from the lab.
 It says that he hit his head over a hard object. What actually happened that day? Are you hiding something from me?
It says that he is suffering from a very rare condition.
Added to his somnambulism he also has 'Ultamnesia'.
Though this might kind a bit crazy,  your brother cannot register current memory for atleast 8 days though he will react he won't remember.
It doesn't mean he is fully amnesiac but His mind doesn't make memories for a week or so.
This has been in research for a long time but no absolute cure is found yet, this can go off anytime.
But it appears that you do not suffer anything harm from his injury with you Both being Con-joined twins.
Concentrate on your academics since its your final year and you have to start your practice by next year. Hoping Yang is doing well.
I always wish the best for you three and hope to be with you soon.
with love,
Heilen."

~part 2 coming soon

Of līf and daulaz -Reading 1

Recently I witnessed two events, two very significant events in my life.

First there was this unarranged Marriage of a close ring relative.
and we(or rather I) shall talk about it in this post.

Marriage according to me is an agreement of companionship, if not till the end, at least till the magic and logic fades out.

Being an Indian, a Hindu, and a Male and having semi-orthodox parents, I grew up knowing the importance, cause and effects of typical marriages types.

This Particular event was the marriage of a very well know relative of ours whose marriage I expected to be Grandeur at one of palatial halls in the city. But it did not happen so. The marriage happened in a small temple in the outskirts of the city with very little relatives and few friends. I did not see a single face that was honestly and sincerely happy there. I realised that they were all disappointed at the choice of the Groom's Bride for himself. Added to this the Bride's parents were not present for the event.

But we could not blame anyone here, not a single person.
Everyone has their own legitimate reason to act and be like this.
First off, parents have a lot of faith and expectations on us, screw them and you're screwed.
They always work for our good and betterment though sometimes a bit of social fear clouds their judgement for good.
and as children we do a lot of stuff that disheartens them to a great extent. But we don't take a moment to consider the, even if we do, we reason ourselves that our decision is the best.

But let us see all this rationally. Do parents and relatives see us as an investment of their hardwork and as a redemption for the mistakes they made in their past?
Well, the answer would be Yes and No.

Yes is for,partly they raise us in the prospect that we shall fulfill their unfulfilled wishes from their childhood and/or the ones they conceived and constructed on the way to adulthood and parenthood.

No is when they realise that some of those wishes become obsolete with time and we might have achieved something better than that.

But still most of previous-gen parents are biased against unarranged marriage. Society and its fear being one of the major reasons for this partiality.  But there are times where their decision becomes wrong.
Very Arranged marriages have gone mortally wrong, becoming fatal.
there are successful Unarranged marriages also.

Now to the point. Is Unarranged Marriage such a blunder that it is detested so badly?!

NO. 

But it is not right as well. Right as in not telling our parents where it matters. Making them acknowledging your decision is not what that matters, but making them accepting does.

And as for parents, times have changed. Children are more mature and advanced as compared to when you were this age. The only thing we all lack is communication. Establishing communication is winning.

Win for all.
~līf

Battling the bullies.

Everybody knows RAPE right?
Yes, surely everybody does.
Because It is what the world sees often, and forgets.

But we totally forget to forget something else that comes up at times, rarely.

Bullying.
Oh, know its not ragging. that is something to be talked about later.

But bullying it is something of its own class, something that needs instant attention to be paid.
Let us see why.
Before I begin, Yes I was bullied, I still am being bullied, and I know how to bully too.

Have you seen the person who is being bullied?
If you have noticed, you will know that the person will be some what special or unique from others.
Its not your House or Sherlock or Hannibal unique.
Its this unnoticed or rather a very significant quality they that have might irritate others.
and why do you get irritated?
cause you're jealous.

Bullying is not only done in person, there are a quite a few types of bullying that can shock us.

-Physical Bullying
-Verbal Bullying
-Emotional Bullying
-Cyber Bullying
-Disability Bullying
-Legal Bullying
-Parental Bullying
-Prison Bullying
-School Bullying

Bullying is not done by a single person. No, it is done by a bunch of people who are either scared or scarred by the growth of the person they bully.

To people outside the Bully-Wimpy circle it looks like simple joke or a gag.
But it actually clash of egos and the cold war is not all that cold. It is Raging hot.

There are times where the Wimpy counters back with either sarcasm or their skill.
But it enrages them more.
How could they Accept such defeat?
It gets worse.
Now the insults and humiliation get stronger and it becomes personal.
The bully group lashes out at the Wimp.
Though this might seem like a simple issue and you all might wonder why I  compared this with Raping.

Here is why.
-Over half, about 56 percent, of all students have witnesses a bullying crime take place while at school.
-Among students of all ages, homicide perpetrators were found to be twice as likely as homicide victims to have been bullied previously by their peers.
-For every suicide among young people, there are at least 100 suicide attempts for bullying.
-Over 14 percent of high school students have considered suicide, and almost 7 percent have attempted it.
-College Bullying is fatal to most of the people who encounter it, as it is more depressing psychologically here than it was when we were younger.
-Bullying is more of a emotional related problem and hence it comes out rarely.
-Bullied people are either left with a scarred physical or mental health.
-Bullies were also victims of being bullied but it doesn't make it fair to bully others.

To Bullies out there:
Why do you bully them?
-You are good for nothing.
-You have very low self esteem.
-You despise yourself for being dumb.
-You have no feelings.
-You are sad and alone.
-You were hurt? but so are people who you bully.
-You enjoy seeing others getting crippled, physically or emotionally.
-You have no life

To others.
If you know a Bully or a Wimpy.
Don't ignore them.
They need special attention and help.
Do your best to lift them up.

To the people getting Bullied.
Don't worry.
'The best way to handle Stupidity is to be Patient'

~Silence is only frightening to people who are compulsively verbalizing.

Limbo

He was strapped to a chair by Duct tape and the place was familiar. His Theatre.
His body felt weak and he was having difficulty breathing.
His face was Swollen like a balloon. He was setting into anaphylactic shock

His consciousness was dropping in and out. He was barely able to keep up with gravity of the events that was taking place before him.
He had underestimated the enemy's skill and strength.
He was slowly falling into the limbo of his own mind.
He knew that this blunder would be fatal to him.
It was true. His whole life was flashing before him. He saw everything clearly like a cinema scope.
--
His Family, His School life, His college life and friends from there.
He also remembered the most important even of his life that led ultimately up to this incident.

It was a rainy day, but the night was silent. But deep between the silence was the echoes of a young woman who was screaming for her dear life.
Every single word Anonyma uttered was etched in his mind.
He was lying on the floor of the moving vehicle crippled by the blows from the very men whom he had believed to be good samaritans few minutes ago.
In an almost empty bus Anonyma and Sykopa were leaving home from his doctor's appointment.
Sykopa met Anonyma during his college freshman year. They instantly became best buddies.
He tried to get up from the floor of the bus. but he was beat up again by the three ruffians.
He knew all of them had alcohol in their brains and veins.

They let him bleed and attended the girl sprawling on the floor in pain. Sykopa, unable to move from the mind numbing pain, was forced to watch Anonyma being raped brutally by those men.
His soul was shouting out to the Gods for help, but in vain.
He was seeing blood now. not his own but, hers.
He mustered all his strength and got up and hit the youngest of the group in his face. He dodged the next strike and countered Sykopa with a metal rod.
The rod was bloody even before it hit him. He tried his best to block but he was hit rapidly and thrown out of the moving bus.
As he lay spread eagle on the muddy road, he had no strength to move, barely to breath.
all he could do was give out a muffled cry of agony and pain.
He lost his consciousness.
--
He came back to reality. The situation was a Deja vu -feeling helpless, weak and outstrengthed.
The scar on his nemesis face reminded him of Anonyma.
But he was satisfied with himself, with what he had done, with his murders.
Almost after 5 years later he never imagined he would be caught by the same person who had initiated the unnatural chain of events.
His body was bleeding from various places from the encounter he had before being overpowered.
He was smiling with satisfaction.
Darkness again
--
He woke up from his coma 13 days after the event. The culprits had escaped and they were not apprehended. By then Anonyma had died. and the city was in flames,  flames of revolt and uprising.
His inner self was restless for revenge.
8 months later he found one person of the group in a bar.
he was half-drunk and he did not recognise Sykopa.
Sy escorted him to his location.
When the drunkard woke up he found himself upside down naked.
 A inch long hook was pierced through his foot, by which he was hanging.
He was bleeding slowly from the surgically cut slits in his body. Eventually his heart would run dry of blood. The drunkard was administered warfarin to prevent coagulation.
Skyopa took a scalpel and began to slowly etch something on his Chest.
Drunkard was able to do nothing but shout in pain.
But he knew better than that, that nobody would hear a thing from the 11th floor recording theatre.
Sy left him the hanging, hanging for his life there.
Words Etched on the stomach spelled 'Famine'
--
He swung back to consciousness.
He could see the intensity of the anger on the scarred man's face.
Sy was still smiling before he blacked out again.
--
It was raining. and the thunder was rumbling.
16 hours later Sy was standing before a door that read 'Ex-Serviceman'. He found the address of this smoker from the drunkard's phone.
Sy knocked on the the door and waited for someone to open.
But unexpectedly someone knocked him from behind. It was the person he expected from behind the doors.
A thunder boomed from the sky.
The smoker inquired who he was, but before Sy could answer the smoker's face turned pale.He had recognised Sy from the bus.
Before the man could run, a blow to the back of the neck made his body numb.
Moments later he felt like he was moving in some vehicle. Another blow to the head.
The Ex-serviceman woke up tied to a bed. He felt some pressure in his limbs. No it was not the ropes with which he was tied by. But they were some kind of metal rings tightly welded on his thighs and ankle. The ring was immovable. It was painful to him. He screamed at the top of his voice.
Sy woke up slowly from the couch beside the bed. He Went near him and took a eye dropper and dripped sulphuric acid on his thighs which read 'War'.
He placed some kind of book on him and walked out the theatre.
The book read 'Acidosis and Alkalosis'.
Sykopa knew exactly what would happen.
The rings on his ankle and thighs would prevent the blood flow and produce lactic acid. Unless the rings are removed the excess lactic acid produced would slowly poison his blood. and kill him. There would be death. But the pain would make look death like a joke. His legs would be in a battle of agony. He was imagining muscle sprain in every part of the body. It made him earn for more revenge.
He walked away with a Raging heart.
--
He did not open his eyes. He was not able to.
But he heard a ruffling sound, like some one was rolling on the floor.
There was a loud Thud and it was silent again.
He passed out.
--
Weeks later he was angry at himself. He was cursing himself for his helplessness. He was not able to find the Third person from the group.
He ran the whole scene from the bus in his mind infinite times to grasp any clue about him.
And then it struck him. The third person was the driver of the bus. He did not know If he had touched Anonyma or not. But he had to die. He had his part in Her death.
With a little help from his friend he had the contact of the Driver.
He visited the station where the driver worked. He was told the he had gone to his last shift and would be back within an hour.
Sy tracked the driver and got on his bus. He waited out for the crowd to get down.
Before the last stop he approached the driver. The bus came to a sudden grinding halt, which threw Sy off guard. Before He could regain his composure the driver was on his knees, praying at Sy.
He began to ask forgiveness and begged for his life.
Sy didn't even flinch.
The driver realised that his end was near. He cried like child who was lost.
Sy lifted the driver and hugged him. He took a syringe and injected into the driver's hip. The driver collapsed onto the floor like a tower of cards. The common anesthetic he injected into his hip rendered his legs immovable.
Sy took his mallet and sat down near the driver. He calmly took the hands of the driver placed it palm-down on the floor and began to hit each finger. One at a time. Knuckle by knuckle.
No heed was paid to the pleads and shouts.
Tears were flowing from eyes. Eyes of Sy.
He broke every joint in his body with the ease. But there was no bleeding from his body.
Sy Took a small blow torch from his duffel and burned 'Conquest' on his Shoulder.
The bus was deserted. So was the Driver.
--
He was was seeing flashes of something. There was two people hugging.
Then they were on the floor.
Later only one was on the floor.
Moments later He felt a sharp sting in his heart and his hands loosen.
He slipped again into the void.
--
After weeks and weeks of frantic searching he still was not able to find the Youngest one of the rapist. He used all the clues and hints from his mind. His School uniform, his bag, his face, his shoes even his watch. But it was all in vain.
Years passed. By now Sykopa had killed many others in his search of the juvenile.
Now he was a wanted Criminal by the police
Sy was almost going backwards from his path. Sykopa had become more of a Psychopathic killer now than an avenger.
Until the sudden change of events That would change his life, yet again.

It was the monsoons and the season of rain and thunders. This time the gods were abundant in their blessing. The rain was a pleasant gift to everyone but not Sy.
His Heart was burning with a Fire fueled by rage and anger.
It was her 5th anniversary. He was visiting her grave. The ground was muddy from the rain.
From a distance, To his shock there was someone else standing before her Tombstone.
It was not her parents. someone else.
It was a lone figure. Someone familiar. Someone he could not forget.
He ran towards the dark silhouette. The shadow turned away from him and disappeared in split second.
Sy heard someone behind him. He turned back to a metal rod. He fell down from the strike and his head hit a grave hard. He fainted instantly.
-
He was strapped to a chair by Duct tape but the place was familiar. His Theatre.

His body felt weak and he was having difficulty breathing.
His face was Swollen like a baloon. He was setting into anaphylactic shock.

His consciousness was dropping in and out. He was barely able to keep up with gravity of the events that was taking place before him.
He had underestimated the enemy's skill and strength.
He was slowly falling into the limbo of his own mind.
He knew that this blunder would be fatal to him.
It was true. His whole life was flashing before him. He saw everything clearly like a film out of a cinema scope.
His mind slipped

He swung back to consciousness.
He could see the intensity of the anger on the scarred man's face.
Sy was still smiling before he lost blacked out again.

He did not open his eyes. He was not able to.
But he heard a ruffling sound, like some one was rolling on the floor.
There was a loud Thud and it was silent again.
He passed out.

 He was was seeing flashes of something. There was two people hugging.
Then they were on the floor.
Later only one was on the floor.
Moments later He felt a sharp sting in his heart and his hands loosen.
He slipped again into the void.

He heard someone call his name out loud.
He bolted upright.
Suddenly he could feel his heart pumping faster than an engine.
His ears had a ringing sound and everything was bright.
Down on the floor moaning was the only person he was chasing for all these years.
Sy understood everything in a instant.
The last Rapist. The scar in his face reminded of what had happened 5 years ago.
With a scream of anguish he jumped at him.
They fought with each other and pummeled each other faces with jabs and punches.
The once young juvenile overpowered Sy easily.
He took the rod and hit Sy's left foot.
Barely standing Sy tried to get his hands on something to hit him back. But he got nothing.
He felt as if the gods had betrayed him for good.
But the rage inside him would not let him lose that easily.
He lunged at the Scarface and elbowed him in his stomach.
They hit the floor. Sy heard some one call out to him.
Instinctively he caught the Meat hooks that were thrown to him.

He pierced the Stomach of Scarface and tore him apart.
It was over.
It was done.
With the blood from the dead body he wrote 'Death' on the forehead of the scarface.
-
Someone held him from behind.
It took him a moment to realise that it was a hug and not an attack.
He turned around to witness the most shocking Revelation.
It was Anonyma.

Or so he thought.

It was Perdu.
The Twin of Anonyma.
She explained how she was also tracking the rapists with a desire to see their lives end.
And also how she had tailed scarface from the grave till here.
She was also the one who injected adrenaline to save him from his anaphylaxis.
Sy's mind was Trying to cope up with all that had happened.
Whatever it maybe he was happy with whatever that had happened.

His mind was like a calm ocean now.
Though the city was revolting his mind was not.
He burned his theatre down.
And they walked into the now set Sun.
~To all men and women alike.