After Death, an ultimate truth. by Harshavardhan C (easy books to read in english txt) 📖

Sk. Dada was the caretaker of the burial ground, situated at the adjacent court yard, which was used for the burial of the Muslims, in the celebrated mosque.

From times immemorial, people got adopted to keep their dead in pyramids, some buried in caves with stones, some were buried in soil, and few cremated their beloved dead with fire wood, and off late the modern man cremated the dead in electric crematoriums.

Before doing away with the dead, all their kith and kin did believe in life after death; and accordingly they used to leave most of the belongings of the dead, either in the burials or in the cremations.

And the care takers of the burials do their duty without fear or favour.

Chapter: 20

“Ladies and gentlemen, we are in danger. The flight is flying across the seas; and is at a height of 50,000 feet above the sea level. The fuel in the air craft is being exhausted. It is uncertain whether we end ourselves like the fate of No.370 Malaysian flight. Please open all emergency Exit doors. Supply air jacks to all travelling in the flight. All of you should use oxygen masks please. Finally all of you say goodbye to the beautiful world, and pray God to save ourselves, and alternately we all should wish ourselves in advance that may all our souls rest in peace” A school going boy of twelve years old said hurriedly.

“Stop it please. How foolish it is! It is sheer nonsense. He is under the influence of either fear phobia or might be suffering from neurological disorder. Ladies and gentlemen don’t be carried away by the minor boy and please ignore him” A co- passenger, who was a South African, intervened.

“Sorry young man, my son is not an insane. In fact he is a member of a flight club. With his enriched experience only he is trying to enlighten the co passengers” The mother of the boy was hurt by the comment of the South African and replied seriously.

“Pardon me madam. I request you not to take it personal. I have a great respect for you madam. I am an aeronautical engineer and I used to pilot domestic flights. With my practical experience only I have assured the passengers. I am really sorry madam if you are hurt” The South African tried to convince her.

After knowing that he was an engineer, she didn’t raise her voice again.

“Thanks for enlighten us young man. What you said is correct in normal conditions, but have you ever experienced this type of situation? Can the pilots handle the flight at the point of gun? Can you handle the flight under these circumstances? Can you give us guarantee for our lives and safe landing of the flight? How do you handle the situation my dear young man?” Dr. Sirajuddin put him in quandary.

The aeronautical engineer cum domestic pilot was confused with the bunch of questions posed by Dr. Sirajuddin.

“Sorry doctor so far I haven’t handled International flights. I frankly admit that I can’t handle the situation under unpleasant atmosphere” He replied him truthfully.

“Then keep quiet and do chekkabhajana young man” Dr. Sirajuddin lost his temper and said sarcastically.

“What do you mean by that doctor?”

“I mean do prayers to your God” Dr. Sirajuddin tried to control his anger.

“Sorry I couldn’t understand what does chekkabajana mean? Will you please explain me gentleman?” The South African asked his co- passenger quite innocently.

“I too don’t know gentleman, but I think you can get correct answer from any Indian, as the words appear to be of Indian origin” One of the co- passengers advised him.

“Thank you, I will try. Hello can anybody know what chekkabhajana means please?”

The Indians on board, who knew the meaning of chakkabhajana laughed at him. He was seriously hurt. He felt that he might have been humiliated by using an unparliamentry word.

“Sorry young man, I didn’t mean to hurt you. In fact, the word ‘checkkabhajana’ means a kind of traditional prayer offered by people in India to their country Gods and Goddesses” Dr. Sirajuddin explained in order to cajole him.

“Thank you doctor” The South African extended his courtesy.

“I acknowledge and I also thank you for understanding me positively young man. And by the by what have you decided?” Dr. Sirajuddin asked him.

“About what?” In reply he questioned him.

“Are you ready to handle the flight out -powering the high jacks please?” Dr. Sirajuddin asked him gently.

“Sorry doctor I can do nothing in the crisis; and I also do checkkabhajana” The South African also cut a joke.

“Shut up you bloody fools. Don’t forget that the plane is high jacked; and you are abducted by the most dreadful and hard core militant organization, the Indian Mujahedeen” The commander of the suicidal squad warned them by naming their organization for the first time.

“What? Is it Indian Mujahedeen?” All irrespective of the nationality, religion, age, status, professions and positions they were holding in the society, lamented openly.

“Bapurey (Oh my god)” one elderly Indian said openly in Hindi.

“Oh my God! I am a bloody fool to prefer travel by air for the first time. Now you only can save us; I pray you Almighty please save us” Another Air- passenger, aged fifty plus was feeling sad for his mistake of preferring air travel.

“I am sorry mum and dad, please forgive me. I did a mistake, leaving Pakistan without telling the truth” Miss. Sania repented.

And by then one after another and almost all including the flight crew confessed their weakness fairly and frankly within themselves, fearing that they were on the edge of death. They prayed their gods to save them from the dooms day.

“Hello sir” The girl was trying to ask the hijacks, but her mother abruptly closed her mouth.

“Mum please let me talk to them”

“Shut your mouth, and don’t try to play with them. They have already declared that they are Indian Mujahedeen and they are militants and they don’t have any feelings, sentiments and attachments” The mother of the girl whispered in to her ears.

“You bloody cultureless lady, why are you stopping the girl, let her speak” The commander warned her mother.

She became silent.

The girl showed her little finger.

“Wait baby wait; wait for some time, because the honey moon couples are busy in using it as their wedding suit” He said ridiculously.

The newly wedded couple went inside a few minutes back, to celebrate their first go fearing that it is their last Honeymoon.

“Mr. Sirajuddin why don’t you pray your godsend man Mr. Jinnah, to save you all?” The commander of the high jacks suggested him, rather sarcastically.

“Yes of course, but Mr. Jinnah is in Yoga Mudra, and it is not possible to get him now Mr. Commander” Dr. Sirajuddin replied him politely.

“Ladies and gentlemen I want to give you all a surprise” The commander of the militants said loudly.

The passengers looked at him with a fond hope that they may be freed by the high jacks.

“I am to introduce to you another interesting character in the 21st century. We are lucky to have a doctor of BC period; who is none other than Dr. Sirajuddin.

Hang with your bloody Yoga Mr. Sirajuddin” The commander of the Indian Mujahedeen threatened the doctor seriously.

It once again turned the atmosphere from bad to worse. It not only hurt Dr. Sirajuddin, a senior citizen, but also created fear among all the passengers, who are on hostage in the hands of the high jacks.

Chapter - 21

“Shut up and don’t irritate us; Dr. Sirajudin just told you the condition of Dr. Jinnah; if you have any doubt you better get Dr. Jinnah examined by some other doctor” Prof. Gandhi warned the commander of the high jacks.

Not only the militants, but also the co- passengers were shocked on hearing his voice in high pitch.

The strength and command in the metallic voice, which came through the mouth Prof. Gandhi and a pistol in his hands made entire world astonished, including the inmates in the high jacked flight as the name ‘Gandhi’ stands as a patent name for peace and non violence for the humanity as a whole.

He then appeared to the entire world as a modern Geodesy rather than veteran Gandhi.

“What? How dare are you to aim at me the old man?” The commander of the Indian Mujahedeen said in shock.

“Shut up you bloody idiot; and stop talking nonsense; I am Prof. Gandhi; I have high jacked the flight along with you and your dirty team. You better keep quiet otherwise you will reap the consequences” Prof. Gandhi warned him.

The commander of the militants looked all around; and found eight of the high jacks in the guise of passengers already rounded up from behind his accomplice and aimed pistols at their temple region and disarmed them within no time.

It was first of its kind in the history of the modern world, as per counter hijacking was concerned. It made the whole world to realize how essay it was to highjack an international flight in the most advanced century, where the states and their administrative machinery claimed their intelligence mechanism and security aspects were considered to be the excellent. But after knowing the hijacking episode everybody would feel it was only a misnomer.

“I beg your pardon; and we all surrender to you unconditionally Professor Gandhi; and will you permit me to ask you one thing please?” The commander appealed to him.

Prof. Gandhi looked at him seriously at first.

“Sorry professor I only requested you. If you are not obliged, doesn’t matter, thank you”

“Okay you can ask” After sometime he permitted him to talk.

“Thank you professor what I mean is that are you doing this for any ransom? Or do you have any particular demands like us? And to which organization you belong?” He was eager to know.

“Sure, I will answer all your questions. But before that I want to ask you few questions. And you should answer me truthfully by saying yes or no at once gentleman?” Prof. Gandhi put him in quandary.

He was silent for some time.

“Are you afraid to speak truth” Prof. Gandhi suspected his bonfides.

“I am not, and I am ready to answer you professor, and you may proceed please” The commander of the Indian Mujahedeen replied politely.

“Okay gentleman, now tell me why have you high jacked the flight? What do you want to do with the air passengers, if your demands are not full filled? Don’t you ever think of the quantum of pain and agony suffered by the air passengers in the flight, and their kith and kin at home?

If you are a true Muslim, will you please answer my questions truthfully from the bottom of your heart gentlemen?”

There was no reply from him at once

“I am sorry professor” Finally he said only one word.

“Will it suffice to cajole the victims of terror and their near and dear gentleman?” Prof. Gandhi asked him painfully.

Yet, there was no answer from him.

“Now at least, don’t you withdraw your ideology of formation of ‘Islamic state? Will you please stop playing with the lives of the innocent people for achieving it? And is it not the violation of human rights? Why do you go to the extent of committing Jihad? What for and is it not worthless sacrifice gentleman?” Prof. Gandhi did not hesitate to speak out and out against the ideology of the jihadists.

“I am sorry professor, being a true Muslim, how can I withdraw my goal of establishing Islamic State? And even if you insist me to disown my holy path at the point of gun also, I can’t say our Jihad is worthless sacrifice. Even otherwise also if I am convinced by any other means and accept your statement, Allah will not spare me; and even after my death my soul will not rest in peace; and I may not have pious rebirth Professor” He replied with certain pain.

“Mr. Commander yours is a double standards; one way you are going on implementing your committed