Shiva’s Apocalypse
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It was decided then.
The game had gone on for too long. Everyone was bored.
There was nothing new to play for. No new moves.
The harvest had been poor. The new varieties had unfailingly shown the same ‘poor strains’ that forced the previous crops to be burnt.
Hey it was not all that bad. The recultivation would begin in an instant. New imprints and starter genes. New evidences will be placed to let the game entities to ‘form’ their own version of history or ‘pre history’. Some would be perceived through their ’sciences’, some through their ‘beliefs’, and a bolder lot will reach out to their spiritual apparatuses. Very few in the many rounds of this snake and ladder game have really tapped into the player’s minds to reach out for the cheat sheets. Those who did got mesmerised by what they saw and found it futile to return to the game and tell other entities about it- About how to play to proceed the next level. And those who did were not understood. The ‘brownian’ motions of the minds of the ‘test’ entity group was too strong to make the reading of the record of the few clear and easy to follow. The user guide was in yiddish and everyone were in Malawi.
This is probably round 2 million or so of this game. The billionaires in vegas were playing it non chalantly – with the classic poker face. they didn’t care for the money they lost, for the aborted rounds that could have been the ‘game of the century’, but for the stubbornness of the subjects on whom the players were betting. The coins believed they were isolated and they were ‘different’ from each other. That was the key to the game. Like the wood saw powder they never saw the ’similarity’ and were easily spread around by forces of chaos – random. When some of them lost, the others were oblivious. Some took pleasure in destroying – sometimes physically, sometimes not so physically. For the ones that did they lost the perspective of the big game in vegas. The big game was on all the time while the pieces tried to align themselves in various fashions to make sense of the ’scheme’.
An entire round was lost when they aligned themselves in the name of ‘the player’. The players were surprised that the little glimpses they had given the entities could give rise to such a notion. They did not dispel, rather encouraged the alignment and hoped to see a good bet emerge. So far this alignment is progressing along with other minor alignments. Strange as it may seem, the most over powering of all the alignments is ‘distrust’ and ‘hate’. However hate keeps everything at bay. It is universal, yet it is not ‘uniform’. The seed of distinction that surrounds all alignments. ‘Us and them’, ‘Black – White and Brown’,'Hindu – Muslim – Christian’. No matter what alignments were tried, hate would be one glue on top that prevents further bonding. It was frustrating for the pieces that were vaguely aware of the puzzle and the pieces that didn’t care for the puzzle – The well was the ocean to them and the seekers were newer causes of hate – a feeling that they have started to love. The players tried their last resort – much against their own wishes, they invaded the best minds and inserted images of one alignment for all – a single race of ’space conquerors’ – the only trick for them to go to round two. The space was in sights – but there again the satellites were pointing more back to the blocs of hate than to the stars.
This is the round that is probably the longest . There are no archives here(no way to tell if this was the longest – Lemuria and atlantis were pretty long too) and the players are in their best poker faced moods. Probably stone poking is a better way to elicit truth than here. The situation is tense. The ’sixteen moves’ are on and the players are sweating now. The pieces have reached dangerous alignments. The force is now twisted like never before. The board was getting warm due to what the pieces have done in this round. There are far too many pieces and the ‘hate’ they have invented in this round is far too much. Each alignment is getting cleverer in subverting the ‘non existent’ truth. Newer causes are invented to deny and build hate on all sides.
Shiva was the first one to speak.
‘I guess it is time now. I am pretty bored’
Vishnu sighed.
‘Pretty exciting game – but now the board can’t take it any longer’
Shiva said ‘ Long game this – shall we close it? ‘
Vishnu replied- ‘yes – I am out of options – but so have you.’
‘The alignments are very strong – but the hate keeps them apart far too strong – sometimes I fear that the board may melt anytime and this is the only board we have left to play for this round’ said Shiva.
‘The other boards are available only when this board is completely used and used well. Do you think we have?’ asked vishnu.
‘No. lets go for another round. This time lets leave some film rolls in the sand and see how the subjects react. Which film shall we leave ?’ quizzed Shiva.
‘DDLJ?’ – Vishnu
‘Nah – lets leave Taxi driver’ – Shiva.
‘You are morbid’ – Vishnu
‘You are a chicken’ – Shiva.
‘OK – lets leave nothing back – clean start – lets start from scratch’ – Vishnu.
‘As you like it’ – Said shiva and began to clear the board.
A single meteor manifested out of no where in the sky. The night of the sky turned brilliant red at first and all the suffering ceased to exist.
The guns in darfur melted along with other weapons of mass destruction including garlic. Mass destruction of all injustice – the tyrannies of majority and the bombs of minority everything lost its pointless causes – All the causes lost their cause and the effects became inconsequential. The board rewired itself and found the virus in the player’s minds – hate – it seemed had pervaded the heavens – all for a film roll.
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who mowed your armageddon?
too abstract. little loud, but well composed. as burgess said… “a recognition of verbally inexpressible spiritual realities.”
Just wrote what came to my mind.
Was wondering about a couple of things and wrote it immediately.
Thinking of a part two – to convey more clearly what lingered in my mind.
The triviality of bitter escalations and petty victories…well written indeed…Jai
Wish it could have been a bit longer, substantial and more detailed…Shiva and Vishnu decide a tad too quickly for my appetite… :-)
Would have loved a more detailed conversation between them…DDLJ and Taxidriver were thrown in for the cinema quotient..I suppose, otherwise, I did not get it… :-)