After Death, an ultimate truth. by Harshavardhan C (comprehension books .TXT) 📕

“Thank you, I will try. Hello can anybody know what chekkabhajana means?” He asked them quite anxiously.

Those who were Indians only laughed at him. He was hurt. He felt humiliation that he might have been commented by an unparliamentarily word.

“Sorry young man, I have not commented you. It is nothing but a traditional prayer offered by country people in India to their country God and Goddess” Dr. Sirajuddin explained him.

“Thank you sir”

“It’s okay, and then what have you decided gentlemen?” Dr. Sirajuddin asked him for curtsey.

“Well, I too want to do checkkabhajana along with you gentlemen” The South African also cut a joke.

This time all including the militants laughed at him.

“Dr. Sirujuddin, why don’t you pray Dr. Jinnah, to save you all?” The commander advised him.

“Yes commander, but Dr. Jinnah is in yoga mudra, and it is not possible to get him now”

“Wonderful! Ladies and gentlemen I would like to draw your attention to introduce another interesting character in the 21st century, who is no other than Dr. Sirajuddin, and that we are lucky to have a doctor of BC period” He gave a little pause only to know their reaction.

There were neither feelings nor emotions in them, except the same fear of high jack of the flight, and abduction of the passengers.

“Hang yourself with your bloody yoga’s and witch crafts Dr. Sirajuddin” The commander, i.e. the leader of the Indian Mujahedeen said ridiculously.

“Shut up, you bloody fool. Don’t irritate me. He just told you his condition. If you have any doubt you can get him examined by somebody” Prof. Gandhi warned him.

Not only the militants and the co- passengers, but also the entire world was taken aback on observing Prof. Gandhi’s anger. The world not only heard the warning through his mouth, but it also saw a pistol in his hands. He appeared to the entire world as a terrorist rather than the peace loving late Mr. M.K. Gandhi.

“Who are you man? How dare are you to point out a pistol to me?” The leader of the Indian Mujahedeen shouted him seriously.

“Idiot, mine is not a toy pistol. Bloody stupid are you questioning my identity? Don’t you know me? I am Prof. Gandhi; I have high jacked the flight along with you and your dirty team. You better stop talking nonsense. Keep quiet and sit right, or otherwise you will be shattered to pieces” He warned them.

Eight of the passengers got up from behind the High jacks; aimed at their temple region; and disarmed all the militants within no time.

It was the first of its kind in the history of the modern world. It made the whole world to realize that how essay it was to highjack an international flight, in the most advanced century, where the states and their administrative machinery claim that their intelligence organizations and security operations were considered to be the best, excellent and the most advanced and so on and so forth. But after knowing the high jack everybody would feel that it was only a publicity on paper, but not practically possible.

“We surrender to you unconditionally Prof. Gandhi; but before that may I humbly ask you one question please?” The leader appealed to him.

Prof. Gandhi raised his eyebrows. But later he gave him green signal with a smile.

“Thank you Professor, and by the way let me know what for you are high jacking the flight and abducting us?” He asked him as a lay man.

Prof. Gandhi looked at him little irritated and also seriously.

“Is it for any ransom professor?

“Shut up” Prof. Gandhi said ferociously.

“Sorry Professor; or at least do you have any demands? And to which group you belong?” The commander tried to know from him.

“My answer is straight and simple gentlemen. And my answer is my question only. Did you ever answer these questions of the abducted passengers earlier, when you did the same great feat gentlemen?” Prof. Gandhi asked him simply.

But it was not that simple to understand; and the militants including the commander and his comrades became upset.

“I can say definitely that you have no answer gentlemen; except that you declared simply that the flight was high jacked, while holding guns in your hands and put them point blank to us, isn’t it, Mister?” Prof. Gandhi said seriously.

Colours changed from usual to unusual; and generally it so happens when emotions over ride human feelings, but here their faces were faded out with guilt.

The commander and his comrades were simply standing with folded hands like jokers in front of a shopping mall.

“Mister Commander you must understand that ours is a counter High jack; and hope you also understand what for it is done? And my experience with you reminds me that you have only allowed water to the air passengers. But now I am giving you umpteen choices. If any of you want to have wine or liquor you may have it please.

But except the passengers; you and your team should confine yourselves to seats; and of course you can sit comfortably and do checkkabhajana, but don’t expect us to answer your queries please; and also don’t expect us to do chekkabhajana” Prof. Gandhi said politely as a matter of curtsey.

“We thank you Prof. Gandhi and we unconditionally tender our apologies to you for our mistakes”

“Mister Commander you must tender your apologies not to me but to the passengers and the crew all over the world”

“Sure Prof. Gandhi; but will you please do some favour to us Professor?”
“What favour?”

“Most of the passengers in the flight are our brothers and sisters from Pakistan; and please save them professor” The commander requested him.

“Mr. Commander are you asking on behalf of you and your comrades and for the Pakistanis alone that means only for Muslims, but certainly not for others, isn’t it?” While questioning him, Prof. Gandhi looked into his eyes straight.

“Sorry professor what I mean--” The commander tried to give some explanation to the professor, but in vain as he could see seriousness in his looks.

“Then are you not selfish gentlemen? Why are you creating differences between the people of Pakistan and the people of other nations even on the edge of death? And why are you so scared about your lives only, but not other’s lives gentlemen?

Whether you remember or not, but I still remember that you have said in high sounding phraseology about your great sacrifice and ideology of jihad” He put him in quandary.

The commander became silent.

“I just want to remind you about praising your comrades with the greatest adjectives; and now what happened to that courage, commitment and jihad? Is it self-centred only gentlemen?” Prof. Gandhi became furious.

“Sorry professor, our first commitment when once we join Indian Mujahedeen is we have to take a pledge as we are ready to commit jihad for Islamic state. Now I honestly beg you on behalf of all on board to save us professor” The commander came down and requested him.

“But, Mr. Commander did you ever think when you and your comrades high jacked the flights earlier? Or did you ever thought about the women, the children and the old aged, when they were in your abduction?” Prof. Gandhi tried to cut him to size.

“Prof. Gandhi, we truly admit our do’s and undo’s; and that is why we have come down and requesting rather begging you not to resort to any drastic action; and please see that the flight lands safely anywhere in the world” The commander earnestly appealed to him.

“Shit! I never consider you as human beings at all; and you are even worse than the bloody criminals; and beasts are better than you, but for the innocent passengers I am rather obliged to help.

Miss. Sania, why don’t you try to wake up Dr. Jinnah as he is just sitting by your side?” Prof. Gandhi instructed her.

“Sure Professor. In fact I have tried few minutes back also, but there is no response. I doubt he has given up”

“No, don’t lose your trust Sania. Have confidence in him. He never said that he was giving up. He only said that he was going to save Mr. Rahman; and I think may be his soul is travelling much more faster than the flight” He took a little pause to have respire.

“What sir? I can’t believe it” she expressed her doubt.

“Any way, its okay Sania please don’t disturb him” Prof. Gandhi advised her.

Chapter: 18

Pakistan was predominantly a Muslim dominated country in the world. In the present context the traditional Muslims in Pakistan formed as militants and suicidal squads to kill Mrs. Amrin Rahman, as she being a Muslim lady had betrayed their customs, traditions and finally chosen to burn herself alive on par with a Hindu bride on the funeral prey of her husband, called satisahagamana (Bride Burning on the funeral prey of her husband) on the soil of Pakistan.

The Pakistan civil and police administrative machinery were on their toes to trace her.

And the army in Pakistan was hunt after her for preventing her from any attempt of self- immolation.

But, the Muslim women forums, students of the women’s colleges, unmarried youth, and the house wives along with their children came on to the roads in favour of Mrs. Amrin Rahman.

They had virtually shown their resentment against restrictions imposed only on Muslim women flock in the world. They had even gone to the extent of physically removing their black veils (Burakas) and throwing them on the streets.

There was suddenly an outburst of a stern agitation for women’s liberation in almost all the Muslim countries in the world in favour of Mr. & Mrs. Amrin Rahman.

And the women all over the world in unison fought for equality with men. They started demanding for their rights, choosing their professions, branch of education; whether Medicine, Engineering, sports, fashions, and freedom to participate in beauty contests. The Muslim women even started demanding to act as mullahs in Mosques.

So also there started similar kind of revolution from Hindu women, who started demanding to act as priests in temples, and also to perform both auspicious ceremonies like, marriages, Srimantham (Nineth month ceremony), birthdays, cradle ceremony, and also death ceremonies.

The women of other sects were also bent upon for praying the Almighty; there shouldn’t be any restrictions or barriers on the basis of gender.

The traditional and orthodox mullahs issued fatwa against the Muslim women coming on to the roads. They unanimously kept the dead line that unless the agitating Muslim women immediately withdraw their demands and return to their home, they would be shot dead.

Mrs. Amrin Rahman issue engulfed not only Muslim flock in Pakistan but also the world wide.

Now it became not only the issue pertaining to religion, but it also attracted social media, which expressly formed international forum.

It became a matter for debate and discussion.

Their quarries were, “Is it mandatory to change from one religion to the other, in order to marry a love or lover other than their sect? If it were so, is it the bride first or the bridegroom first to change their religions? And what shall be the fate of their offspring’s?

Now it became a hat topic in the world.

Chapter: 19

The most standard Hindu burial in India was situated at a Municipal town, called Tadepalligudem in West Godavari district in the state of Andhra Pradesh. The man, who designed the burial ground with its purity, chastity, besides, it’s picturesque, was Mr. Corpse (dead body) whose actual name was not known to anybody in the town and hence people used to call him by nick name as Mr. Corpse.

There was a church nearby the Hindu burial, and behind it there was a court yard and there was a cemetery. And to the right of the Christian cathedral, and Bro. Francis was its apostle. There was a mosque of historical times