SONY GUDIYA

“ME ! CHONY KUDIYA ..”U…?.

WAR ON TERROR.(science fiction)

US President had made urgent meeting with concerned people for the military offence. It was planed today being new moon day. Action plan must be executed. It was a unanimous decision. It was around one AM at the attitude of 60,000 feet; over the remote part of the world; An U.S cargo plane unloads “Mother of all Bomb” A two ton Bomb with 3 parachute attach to it. Below on the ground, inside the tent; the so called “think tank” was busy planning how to destroy US and Europe.
50,000feet…..
One man recommended “we should build a Nuclear Bomb which makes Nagasaki, Hiroshima a post history!”
40,000feet….
2nd man proposed” we should hi-jack a small country like Burni, If not Somalia where we are all welcomed!”
30,000feet…..
“Yes” 3rd man approved it. “Then we will call all scientist of nuclear, biological, chemical for mass production of chemical’; biological bombs for the destruction of WEST”!.
20,000feet…..
4th Man was skeptical. He was Bio Technology research scientist from the west .
He said “making nuclear bomb is not possible .UN forces will be after us. It is
Impossible to smuggle radioactivity material or nuclear bomb to US or Europe. how ever small consignment ,it can be tracked down by US spy satellite .I am in favor of biological warfare .no country is prepared for that .biological warfare never seen in the history of mankind ! .Designer bombs ! .it is scientifically proven that it is possible to design bombs for biological warfare .designing bombs against particular race!. In west we had conducted such experiments on mice. Bomb made for particular gene effect only particular race! Not others!.
10000 feet….
His suggestion was simple but with devastating consequences …….
He continued “all human being has gene, different gene for different race ..His idea was to produce millions and millions of genetically engineered virus and infuse it with Whiteman’s gene and makes small bombs and smuggle it into Europe and US, blast it by suicide bombers in the heart of every city!
5000 feet….
Bomb disintegrated into hundreds of small bombs spreading across the island with the thundering sound .people on the ground ran helter skater .one after one bomb started busting with high velocity, making the small jungle island pulverized! .most of them perished in that attack.
Mr. Hopkins put terminator in program mode for mope up operation .search and destroys !. He fed necessary data like location of island on earth etc…
On his large plasma monitor, he checked terminator’s program mode in action. A thin streak of violet ray pointing at thermal image of people on the ground ,followed by the bolt of laser light hitting with dead accuracy . he could no longer watch people getting perished .he took remote access control of centralized system ( a sleeve like wearable bracelet with 6 inch x 4 inch flip top LCD screen with touch sensor key pad ) he wore it on his forearm and started working on second generation TERMINATOR system in his study room.
A 3 –D image of a second generation of terminator image was projected on a large screen. The main terminator stood above the earth like a guardian of our planat, bellow small baby terminator was floating above each country who are partners in war on terror. In second generation of terminator; main terminator direct its pulse laser charge to baby terminator on request ,so that baby terminator can redirect it to the target thus saving precious time and energy.
The flash from the remote on his forearm prompted Mr. Hopkins to open the flap of the remote controller ,on its LCD display a message was blinking. “Mission accomplished “! In less than half, an hour terminator wiped out every living thing on that remote island!
This time west had won the battle against war on terror. No .1 and No 2 is still at large …
The hunt is on …….
Thousands and thousand of miles away “Ji “ started working on his dream project. A book about new religion . “Ji “ says .”.The day people realize that there is only one god for all . A god above religion and cast make the world better place to live in “……
“ Ji’s vision is far ahead of our times…
“ONE WORLD ,ONE GOD ,ONE RELIGION…THAT IS HUMANITY
(THE END)

little princess.(life/story)

THIS STORY IS DEDICATED TO MY DAUGHTER. SONY GUDIYA.
AUTHOR.

I was enjoying my celibacy life. Living with my ailing mother, at home I cook, wash and look after my mother. My mother reminds me of getting married. One day my mother reminds me that all my friends were married and happily settled down. One day she asked me. “When are you getting married? After me who is going to look after you “? I answered it by saying “Ma marriage means more responsibilities and more expenses, I am happy being single. My freedom and no more obligations “.
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After some days, I started thinking about marriage and its prose and cons. One day I published ads in matrimonial column. 5.5 ft, slim, fair, religion and cast no bar, bride for 42-years-old service engineer, C/O the Hindu Chennai 2. I got about 16 letters. Some letters asking me to convert into their religion, offering money/business, some widows… I selected only three letters and went for bride hunting. One is too fat, one is too short and the other girl rejected me.

My sister in Kerala proposed a girl for me. I thought this is a last one. No more brides hunting. I received one black and white photo. A girl with pathetic look! Poor soul ! My mother approved by her saying “since she is from poor family she will be able to adjust with what ever we have. You check your horoscope with her horoscope. I took horoscope and checked it, only 10 out of 5 points matches, astrologer says try some other girl. I thought success of marriage depends on mutual understanding between husband and wife. Do people in love check horoscope? Does other part of the world check horoscope before getting married? This is the last girl i am going to see either marriage or no marriage for me. I took the girls photo to my office my colleagues tells me she is okay. She will suit you etc. I went to the girl’s house at Calicut.

Boy meets girl
Girl: “Do you like me”?
Boy: “Ok”.
Girl: “Do you smoke”?
Boy: “Yeah”
Girl: “Will you stop smoking after marriage”?
Boy: “I will try my level best”
Boy: “Do you like me”?
Girl: “Yes. I like you”.

After one-month, marriage takes place at guruvayur temple at Kerala In traditional way. As per marriage ceremony I was asked to pray at the temple. Being an atheist. It was difficult for me to pray, at last I prayed! “O god! There should never be any fight between us! Our first night was spend in second class compartment… we were talking and talking till we fell asleep!..

There was no money for honeymoon. A new life! At last, somebody is there at my disposal! What a great feeling!! Boy! Why did not I get married earlier. Life was smooth. No more washing cloths. No dish washing either; forget about cooking. “What a feeling”……… I wanted to sing.

Even after three years my wife was not conceived. Gynecologist says I am okay. My wife needs medication, test etc. After spending more than Rs.5000 and weighting for 10 months. My wife delivered a baby girl. I saw my little princes. My wife named her Ammini. To me she is always Sony Gudiya. My daughter was full of life and fun. A Little monster! Our life revolved around her. Wife started spending more and more time with our daughter. House routine was suffering. My mother and wife started quarreling over silly things. There was
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always tension at home. I do not know whether to support my mother or my wife. They started accusing each other; one thing I was sure, both of them tells me nothing but lies only. It was the beginning.

After 3 years

The company were I worked was running at loss. One day our boss called for a meeting and announced, “I am loosing one lack fifty thousand Rupees per month. I can not run the business any longer. Please every body looks for job. I am closing down my business.” I tried disparately for job, which help my family to survive. I had sent my Bio – data. No replay! “Rejected”!! Date of birth 14/02/1957 too old, they concluded. Attended walk in interview.

Interviewer: “You must have a vehicle and mobile phone; you have to pay for petrol and mobile bill. You see. You are a too old; we are looking for young and energetic person who is capable of working 10 to 12 hours, that too for Rs. 2500 pm. Will you be able to work for that amount? .I needs Rs. 3500 pm to run my house. I thanked them for not calling me….

I started pledging gold for provisions and rent. My wife’s sarcastic talk, that I am unable to get a job. She can only find fault with me. Not realizing that, nobody wanted to employ a 48-years-old man nor willing to pay more than 2500 pm. She started taking me for granted, instated of realizing that with my meager amount of salary I am unable to run the house and that she too must find a job to save our family, but she had no such intentions. Her problem with my mother became unbearable. I pledge her gold for house expenses. My house became hell. I told her to apply for some job sale girl, typist, data entry make some Rs.1500 pm balance amount I will manage. She does not want to share the responsibility of our family. One day she called her brother and left for her native home with my daughter Sony Gudiya. Poor little princes! Hardly 2 years and three months old. How many times she must have cried for asking papa and nana (My mother). I still wonder what my wife would have told her about her papa and nana. I missed her very much. Her small talks. Her nursery rhymes, her pranks, her laughter, her innocent smile……..

I remember once I bought a mosquito coil and got a plastic Chinese camera free. I loaded film and took snaps of her “Sony Gudiya, smile please”! Click, click….. Once after paying rent, I came home sitting in a chair and thinking how I am going to pay for provision. Which gold bangle should I pledge now? My daughter came to me with the plastic camera in her hand “papa smile please! She Try to take my photo without a film in it! ………. I have found memories of my daughter, if only I got a job ……..

I sold my wedding ring and joined multi level marketing [MLM]. paid Rs.3000/-MLM products are very costly, Very few customers. People are buying only on trial basis. Nobody wanted to risk their money by joining. Some of the MLM company flopped others cheated the customers. I went to native place met my daughter I missed her for only five months I could not recognize her looking thin and sad. Poor soul! At tender, age how much mental agony she must have
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Suffered. I promised her as soon as papa gets the job I will bring her home. The only promise I could not keep up. In the native place Calicut I tried to supply MLM, products, join new consultant, but nobody was interested. Some of the MLM Company had already cheated public. I lost nearly Rs.5000/- heart broken, I returned to Chennai. I went searching for job. near my house one electrical shop was there.,. shop customers came and ask for electrician. work came through the shop, so the shop owner took 25% commission on my labor charges. My little princes still a distant dream. I have to look after my ailing mother. My wife stayed with her family in her native place with my daughter. My daughter is 3 ½ years old now. It is now time for her join LKG. My wife send me letter asking for Rs, 3000 as donation to admit her in the near by school. Whatever gold was available at home, I had to pledge at the bank. I send Rs.3000 as donation. She again send letter asking for Rs.300 as school fee. I was not able to send her any more money. Here my survival becomes big question mark. I could not meet monthly expenses @ 2500. Instead of she try to get a small job just to pay her daughter school fee. She started sending me sarcastic, abusive and threatening letter to me. She writes, “If my family had to bare mine and your daughter’s food and education expenses. Why did you get married? I do not need such an irresponsible husband nor does my daughter need her father. I had other option, but to call by phone and fire. “It is more than one and half years now since you left my house with Sony. I had to cook food for me and my mother, wash dishes and cloths. You stayed at your home and ask only for money? Why should I pay you? Did I agree at the time of marriage that I will send you money, if you stay at your home? When I had money and I was managing house. You never had any problem. Now that I don’t have a proper job you do not need me any more. You need only money. Now lesson! “There is no ****ing free lunch in this world”! Everybody will have to work for food. If you still do not realize your responsibility even at 42 not even god can save you! Have you ever given a thought how parents are bringing up there children? You thought it is only a child’s play. Since you do not need a husband why are wearing (wedding chain) mangalsutra? Give it to me. I will sell it and recover your gold from bank.
There is no question of me sending money to you. Since I have to cook and wash my cloths. I got married so that the least my wife will take care of me. You know, you think you are from aristocrat family. You have an ego problem. Even
a watchman is running his family with his meager salary of Rs.1000 or 1500 pm. His wife does some kind of job to support their family. I do not know why don’t you realize who you are? How much money can you earn for your family? Be in touch with reality. Come down to earth! Do not write abusive or threatening letter’s to me. If you do not want me get divorce. that is fine by me .. I need my child. I will not be able to give her good education. I want to put her for adoption. I have no other choice. Period!” I cut the line. No more letters. No more phone calls from either side. I still think of my little princes .when will I see her? What will I say if she asks? “Papa … why are you not taking me to your home? The thought its self was nothing but a night mare. I lost sleep. I Smoked too much, Lost interest in life…….. I thought of giving up my daughter for adoption, so that she can have good food and decent education. The least I will be able to meet my daughter now and then. I do not want my daughter to grow up like her mother. Who says nothing but lies, opportunistic talk, sarcastic and ego maniac.
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One bad morning her brother and two of her uncle turned up my house. They wanted to know my intentions! “You are not taking your family responsibilities, what are your intentions? I answered it by saying I had no intentions. “If she wants to stay with me and live with me, with whatever money I earn. If she likes to stay in her house and expecting me to send her money, I am not going to send any money. Did I make any agreement at the time of marriage that I will send her money if she stays in her native house? She left my house more then 2 years ago with my daughter. Is she bothered how I am living here? Instead of telling her to find some work and manage life with me. You people seems interested only in money. I am not going to pay single paisa. Do what you want. Do you want me to sign divorce paper? I will sign, but do not expect me to pay alimony. That will never happen. I am determined. Now you all may leave”. They left me by saying that I will face legal action.
I started thinking… this is a classic case of making marriage a meat business. Get married, have children, find fault with husband, fight over silly things with mother in law, file divorce, take alimony and live with the way she and her family wants. This is not going to happen with me. I am going to put a stop for this!

After a couple of days, I received court notice asking me to attend. As the D day approaches I started preparing for the test of my life. I will fight it out with tooth and nail. I need my daughter at any cost.

I was thinking … “Yes” she would ask for her gold, which is in bank. Including interest, it is Rs.38, 000 I will take Rs.40 000 from bank, which is gratuity and PF amount, which I received last week. I must write authorization letter for her permitting to take gold from bank, and return our marriage registration certificate to her. I will take all this things with me when I go to court.

D-day. I went alone to the court in Calicut. I don’t need a lawyer to fight my case.
Court proceedings…..

ajay. story

AJAY” . A NATIONAL HERO. (A romantic / action thriller)

Story contents. Ajay’s love, romances and his adventures life.
His “noble” way of serving his country takes him across India. Action takes
Place at Mumbai, Bangalore, Chambal valley, Patna and Kashmir. How he becomes
National Hero forms the story.

THIS STORY IS THE IMMAGINATION OF MY WORK
ANY PERSON LIVING OR DEAD AND THE INCIDENTS
IN REAL LIFES ARE ONLY COINCIDENCES-AUTHOR

Akbar came at 7.15 pm. Along with three other men .we left for an undisclosed place… after traveling on foot for a long distance in the dark ,we came to a big old building .we went inside the big hall.. Every body was wearing their normal dress {kaftans dress}…three terrorist with their AK 57, some of them from our neighboring countries …every body was waiting for sheikh salahudeen .he came with two other bodyguards with their AK-57 rifles at about 8 pm…He gave an inspirational speech .spoke about the greatness of achieving martyrdom…After the speech, he was first introduced to suicide bombers .those eight of them was selected by Akbar .Sheikh Salahudeen personally hugged each one of them and wished them success.
Akbar introduced me to Sheikh Salahudeen…he said ’”A man with a mission! “And hugged me. Having Akbar told every thing he was very much impressed about me .Akbar then explained his plan. My rifle is already smuggled into the third floor of the building opposite to the stadium .I will have to go with two of his men and settled down in that room. .suicide bombers and back up team will split up and arrive at the stadium.
They started serving” last supper ‘.there were about 28 people inside .some of them well wishers! After supper .eight suicide jacket were supplied to those selected persons.
Every body in the hall started chanting “death to India , death to democracy “.I asked Akbar for my suicide jacket packed with high power plastic explosive .with specially designed electronic circuit . Akbar spoke to Sheikh Salahudeen .it took him by surprise…he said, “I thought you wanted to shoot your PM from a safe distance and escape…..”
I said “security being so tight, I am not sure about my escape .if cornered by security then I want to use my jacket bomb.” he asked Akbar to get my jacket .I thanked him. Akbar brought it for me. I opened top of my leather jacket zip and warped bomb jacket around my abodomen. {A flat abdomen like belt} positioned pulse sensor on my chest, and switched on, it activated electronic circuit…pulled up my zip. Sheikh Salahudeen congratulated me “brave man “!others praised me ,some unknown faces wished me good luck I mingled with others I noticed five AK.57 carrying terrorists ,one is behind Sheikh Salahudeen ,two on his either side of him .,two others are at the entrance behind me .Sheikh Salahudeen was talking to Akbar just ten feet away from me . Akbar‘s back was covering him.. Some one congratulated me. I was looking for my first and last
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opportunity …time was ticking away, in few minutes time every body will move out of this place .some one stood waiting for Akbar to have a word with him… Akbar moved two steps towards him. In a swift action, from the back of my hip, I removed my gun and fired three bullets in rapid session at Salahudeen,on his chest .from the crowed .Sheikh collapsed on the floor .utter confusion prevailed .every body flung on the floor except me. suddenly bullet from five of the AK-57started raining on me .as I was falling on my back ,I went on firing ,hitting the ceiling ..Blood started pouring out of me .in a pool of blood I lay on the floor.
Akbar and some others were attending on Sheikh .others got up and closed on me. some one fired at me with his pistol., my heart became slow ,.vision blur, I felt sleepy .I lay there waiting for my death ….I promised to my self , if I reincarnated, I will hunt down every terrorist !.Even in my death, I am going to take all of you with me…. I saw the glimpse of Maya’s face…I screamed, “.Mayaaaaaaaaaaaa’ but no voice came…….
My heart stopped beating .sensor in the suicide jacket activated timer circuit…
60…59…58…57…56…55…54…53…52…some one lifted his leg to kick me …”.You bustard…you killed our boss”… 9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1…00000000…. bomb exploded with high velocity .send the lifted leg flying across the room ….explosion created a chain reaction ,other suicide bomber started exploding .limps and body parts were on the air .blood spatted all over the room. The entire building collapsed on us .all of them perished with me…
Thousands of miles away Maya‘s husband was watching program on tv..Programe was interrupted by the news of a bomb blast near the sri nagar national high way. Maya prepared coffee for her husband and came to their sitting room. on their big plasma TV body of a suicide bomber appeared up side down .below the chest body was blown away, ,only mass of flesh remained .orientation of the image was gradually changing and camera was zooming on those four letters .M-A-Y-A .It was engraved on his chest .Maya stared at his face …”N O”…coffee pot hit the marble floor.” he can’t be a terrorist”…..
Her husband noticed her reaction .he too noticed her name. “Yes I remember him, Ajay. The fun loving guy .he came to our wedding …” suddenly phone rang up .it was Sneha from Delhi. Her ex colleague “.Maya are you watching TV news? .that is him, our Ajay! I can’t believe it .he can’t be a terrorist .I remember your name on his chest . Last year
he came to my birthday party at my house. Pinky spilled her bloody Mary on his shirt. After washing his shirt he asked me for bath towel that is the time I noticed your name on his chest .there is somewhere ,some thing is wrong. He can’t be a terrorist …” Maya dropped phone. Her husband could over hear their conversation .Maya picked up broken coffee pot and went to kitchen. “Was he madly in love with me? Am I the reason for his death?”……….
Ms Ankitha was working on her computer late in the evening at her office .an E mail alert prompted her to open it. It had a message from her friend asking her to watch latest news on TV .she switched on computer in TV mode .checked on news channel 24×7. She clicked on recorded button with mouse .explosion, terrorist camp and body of the suicide bomber .was shown repeatedly. She clicked on pause button .there is an engraved name on his chest .MAYA she started thinking …I had seen this engraved name…”yes ‘I had
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received E –files with a name of MAYA. He even send me the snap shot of his engraved marking on his chest but never his photograph .she rewound the clipping to see his face.’there he is ‘….she pressed on pause again.’ so Maya must be his lady love… he wrote about his daring missions…but nothing about his love life .. He had done a great service for the nation. He is not a terrorist… I must clear his name for thatI must find his ladylove first; she worked on her strategies…

Maya had prepared another cup of coffee and went to sitting room, she changed channels .all the channels were showing same news …”28 terrorist were killed in an explosion near the sri nagar national high way. It is suspected that it was a terrorist camp, people heard explosion …” National news paper editor Miss Ankitha appears on the screen. “Death of a national hero “for further details read “National news paper .Ms Ankitha continued …”the laptop recovered from the explosion site has a special massage for MAYA…disfigured body also bears the name of Maya. If any body knows this person please contact National news paper…cell no…” Maya thought ‘O’..No…! He left me a message .why. Why me…? She was totally upset watching it with her husband. Even though her husband concluded, he did not ask her any thing about Ajay …he was a perfect gentle man.
At night, Maya could not sleep .Ajay wanted to say some thing …now he is no more….
He is not a terrorist .I must clear his name .some where, some thing is wrong………