Tuesday, March 22, 2005

Wrath of a Goddess

I have stood as a silent testimony of the unrelenting fury of a Goddess one day at a forsaken place in Himalayas. For more than 1200 years, I have chosen to accept with outspread arms all the dark incidents of that day, to remain as an objective observer, for therein lies my doom laid on me by the Goddess.

I am a lake situated at an altitude of about 5000 metres in the Himalayas, sacred to Goddess Nanda-Devi. I am, now, ordained to open the secret pages of the history that none knew before...

A large family of more than 500 travellers came along with some natives towards me. I knew not whence they came, and where they were heading to. They camped at my side that day. After a while, I heard a wail from one of the tents and out came two men, and after them, there came out stumbling shape accompanied with heart-wrenching cries . She took the shape of a young native girl...the same girl whom I had noticed for her heavenly appearance when she had come earlier.

The girl went to her elders, but they chose to keep quiet as the travellers belonged to a higher status. Then she went to the head of the travellers to plead for justice. They were enraged at the girl's audacity to talk of such a matter directly to them. They took no notice of the girl and ordered the natives to abandon the girl as she apparently went mad. She was laughed at, cursed, and insulted.

The girl, enraged at not only her violators, but her own people who failed to protect her, cursed herself at her inability to defend herself. She failed to understand why the Goddess she loved had forsaken her. She wiped her tears, went up a hillock and yelled out, so that all can hear, infernal curses laced with such vitrious venom and intoned with such destructive power that no one could endure her ghastly voice at that moment. They could see their doom upon them writ clearly upon their faces. The bravest of men crouched with fear and closed their eyes and women and children huddled together as the monstrous wind of the Himalays mingled with her horrendous voice created a demonic echo that laid bare, for a fleeting moment, a sample of the power that lay hidden the deep vaults of the very Earth eager to reassert itself, and the ground began to shake with the power of her petrifying curses. The wind howled like a hungry warg and dark clouds expedited themselves into a vortex at the summons of the power of her intonations. Could this be the end of this world? Has the destroyer opened his third eye? Nay... to them, it seemed worse than that apocalypse that would engulf everything that exists in all of the infinite universes.

Then, she, laughing and dancing, as in an impassionate trance, went near a deep gorge and with a shriek, unendurable yet everlasting in my memory, offered herself to the Goddess and those that saw her fall then knew she was dear to the Goddess.

It started raining, and they realised it was no ordinary rain. There was a condescending laughter of an infuriated Goddess in the lightning, and the wind brought unutterable curses from forbidden lands into their very lap. The rain, later, revealed itself into its actual gruesome form as a hail-storm from the other world. They were being pelted with hail-stones bigger than any-one had seen before. One by one, people started falling dead on the ground. Women, children, aged... the fury of the Goddess recognised none. In a short while, all the people there became victims of the fury of the Goddess. I bowed my head to the unsurmountable supremacy of the Goddess... once again!

Yet, this incident lived on for centuries... in the folk songs sung by native women who still remember the avenging fury of the Goddess.

P.S.: It has been recently proven that the a group of people travelling near the lake Roopkund up in the Himalayas were killed by a killer hailstorm with giant hail stones.

Friday, March 11, 2005

Irony of Mother Nature

Once upon a time, there lived some organisms on a planet. They use to breathe- in a gas they called "the-good-gas" and breathe-out another gas called "the-bad-gas". They were all happy, content, and too innocent to notice that "the-bad-gas" was accumulating in the atmosphere at a really fast rate and that meant danger to them. Now, there was this slave creature that fed on what these organisms breathed out, and gave out "the-good-gas" and since it was different from them, no one used to really pay attention to it.

By and by, "the-bad-gas" got accumulated to dangerous levels and these organisms started dying. The slave took this opportunity, and consumed a lot of "the-bad-gas" and grew so strong it started replicating and creating more of its kind. Some other stupidly inert organisms saw this chance and invited these slaves into their cells and let them have their way. They grew in power, and strength and even joined together to form newer creatures. They soon staged an easy coup and started ruling the planet. The first thing they did was changed the name of "the-bad-gas" to "the-bad-gas-which-is-actually-good", and that of "the-good-gas" to

Time passed on the newer creatures discovered that they were aging and dying far too sooner than the earlier organisms. Investigation pointed out to the slaves that took "the-bad-gas-which-is-actually-good". When they work, they also produce some by-products that are really harmful and cause aging. And so, the name of "the-bad-gas-which-is-actually-good" was changed to "the-bad-gas-which-is-actually- good-but-causes-aging"

In another ironic twist, someone discovered that "the-good-gas-that-is-actually- useless" can be used to make a kind of ice that preserves things and keeps them cool.
So they changed its name to "the-good-gas-that-is-actually-useless-but-proven-to-be- really-useful"

Finally, one day, a sensible creature came up and changed the names of the two gases to "oxygen" and "carbon-di-oxide" respectively, which meant "necessary evil" and "useless tinsel" respectively in the language of its country. Ironically, it died soon afer because of toxic fumes containing "carbon-di-oxide" emitted by the machines that were the new trend.


Monday, March 07, 2005


Akhallabeth...means "she that fell"...title of the story that tells of the fall of Numenor (a huge isle granted to those men who fought against Morgoth in the past ages) under the rule of Ar-Pharazon the Golden when he violated the rule of the valar. Then, Illuvatar, the One, rose in anger and so, the isle of Numenor was broken and forever consigned to the depths of the seas....

Akhallabeth... thats the title I have chosen to give to an episode here involving a young girl who ran away from her parents' house with some guy...lets see what happens later.


Friday, March 04, 2005

first post

Lets see where this goes... lots to post, but no patience as of now!!