She

Part I

T h e G i r l

The city.

Sky touching buildings.

Smoke emitting factories.

Beverage outlets.

Government-approved red streets.

Crowded bazaars.

The city. Crime capital of the country.

The canal, like a black thread around the waist of the city, lie stagnant. It lost its flow, years ago, due to congestion with waste. On the bridge over the canal, a small crowd, looking to the dirty water. Applying brake to the bike, he also looked into the canal. A dead body, the naked dead body of a young woman, floating in the thick wastewater.

Oh! This is her! He shuddered.

A night in the city.

The town wherein crowds of people throb like larvae of mosquitoes in wastewater.

“This time tomorrow I will be on the train”, she said lying under his sweaty body: “In my village father has arranged a bridegroom for me. They were the people who looked at us with contempt. He could see my beauty only now when I amassed some wealth”.

“Who wants beauty, my dear?” He said: “It is money that matters.”

“They don’t know how I made money!”

“You are beautiful and young.”

She smiled.

“Then why can’t you marry me?”

“It’s a secret.”

“You and your secret! The truth is that you will not marry a girl like me.”

“No. It is not the truth. But I cannot disclose it now.”

“Then keep it with you.”

This girl.

She had come to the town in search of a job. Somebody, from her own village, arranged accommodation in his room and also a typist’s job. In return, he did not demand anything but stole her virginity. After that, she did not look back. She found it as a resource for pleasure and additional income.

“Will you come to the railway station?”

He nodded.

She rose from the bed, took some money from his purse, a sip of brandy from the glass, gave him a kiss, and left.

It is she! 

Now lying naked in the dirty water. She might have fallen prey to any of the many groups, engaged in rapes and murders. All these years, whatever happened, she could save her life, but now on the way to the railway station, she was kidnaped, raped, and murdered!

Smoke.

Smoke in the sky.

Smoke in the capital.

Dark thick smoke in the streets and in the minds of its inhabitants.

In the middle of the road, a small gathering. Amidst the gathering lay an old man. Hit by some vehicle. His head is broken. 

End of one more life, trapped in the smoke.

The smoke in the city is like the snow in the country. The factory which gives work for hundreds emits ammonia smoke for all.

Nothing is visible.

Moving machines, moving legs, moving...

Crash..!

When something forcefully hit on his back, he fell down.

A boy lying under a cycle, with a package bigger than him.

“Excuse me, sir!“.

Blood was oozing from the injuries.

Another generation trapped in the smoke.

The dead old man, himself, and this boy - three generations trapped in the smoke.

He went to the railway station at the fixed time. Searched for, but did not find her.

Train came. Train went. But she did not turn up.

So he started in search of her. The search ended here on the bridge over the canal.

The city was shouting and dancing behind the curtain of ammonia smoke, as in hysteria.

Blood..! More blood..!

The city.

The mad city.

The mad, mad, city.

The village.

Hills. So many hills. As if a big mountain burst out. Hills with forests. Hills with bushes. Bare hills. And among the hills lie a hundred villages.

This village, surrounded by hills on all sides, faces east. A passage goes through it, south to north, at the east end. A temple, Karthiayani temple, situates at the foot of the west hill, facing east.

Evening.

The red setting sun is on the west hill.

A country path coming down from the hill. Through the path return the cattle, goats, and the boys tending them.

A world of multiple sounds comes floating in the wind. The sounds from cows, calves, goats, lambs, and dogs. Sounds of wet clothes beat against the stones for washing.

Before the hill and before the valley, lie vast paddy fields; the granary of the village.

A small canal, filled with pure transparent water, passes through the paddy field like a silver cross belt.

On a rock sits the wanderer.

The hermitage.

A hermitage is situated, in a corner of the village, on the shore of a vast paddy field. The only way to the hermitage is a small and narrow ridge passing through the paddy field. It was a good evening and the sage, wearing white cloth, was preparing to go to the temple for evening worship.

The sage.

The sage originally belonged to the city, far away from the village. He left the town some thirty years ago when he was about forty years old. During his wanderings, he came to this village, which is famous for its Karthiayani temple, purchased this land of four acres, and settled here in a small tiled roof house. After a few years, he got a tank of about one thousand square feet dug in the compound, for agricultural purposes, bathing, washing, etc. And later he constructed another small house for his servant to stay there for doing the work in the kitchen etc. All in a line, fifty meters apart. When married, the servant girl changed her residence to this new house, with her husband, who is now working in the farm attached to the hermitage. She delivered a girl some seventeen years ago.

Enters the womanizer

Two young men appeared at the gate. One has long hair and a beard. The other, with a thin mustache, was handsome. Both are about thirty years old and appeared to be twins.

The boys entered the gate and stood before the steps.

“My name is Mohan”, the handsome boy said: “This is my friend Manu. We are coming from the city. Can you recognize us, Swamiji?”

Wrinkles appeared on the forehead of the sage. After a few seconds his face brightened up when he remembered the good old days, he was working in the city. There was a beautiful young woman in his office, as his assistant, a married woman with a child. Her husband, Doctor Banerji, was working in the USA and he used to come to the native country only once in four years. The woman got pregnant again when the first child was about one year old and her husband was away from the country for more than two years. The sage could see some resemblance of his colleague’s face with the face of the boy.

“Is Dr. Banerji doing well?”, he asked.

“He is already gone, swamiji”, Mohan replied.

“Oh, sorry. I did not know!” the sage said: “Anyhow, you have come in an auspicious day. It is Karthika day in our temple. Take a bath in that pool and be ready. I will wait for you.”

The four acres of land, now a wide farm, was lively and green with all sorts of trees, plants, birds, and butterflies. One man was working under a coconut tree.

The tank.

The stone steps appeared to be going down, dividing the well-grown creepers into both sides. On the last step, above the water, was standing a girl of about seventeen years, wearing only panties. Her golden body got shined in the evening sun, like a golden idol. Her hands were moving over her small breasts which resembled the buds of lotus flowers, with bubbles of toilet soap, slowly. Her navel was small and beautiful. The wet white panties were thin and transparent. Mohan could see a slight shadow of a bunch of short and small golden hairs through it. He could not resist the temptation and remained on the same spot watching her. The girl is now swimming in the water in circles and during the swimming, she spotted the strange onlooker accidentally. She did not expect a visitor then and there and hence got embarrassed. She dived deep and came out of the water near the step, and covered her body with a cloth in perplexity. Mohan moved away unwillingly. Within a few minutes, the girl appeared wearing her dress and ran away to the servant’s quarters

When they were returning to the hermitage after bath, the girl came from the opposite side with an empty milk can in her hand. She looked at the boys in astonishment and perplexity. Mohan’s eyes followed her. She also looked back once.

The temple.

When they, the sage and the two youngsters, reached the temple, the ceremony of lamps had already started and a hundred lamps were burning with steady flames. The stone doors of the sanctum sanctorum remained closed. A group of villagers, mostly women and children, were present there to witness the holy moment.

When the doors opened, the idol of the deity shined in the background of a lamp with many wicks, moving in a circle, accompanied by the ringing of bells.

Taking the figure of the Goddess to the sanctum sanctorum of his mind, the sage closed his eyes in meditation. Manu also stood there as in a trance. Mohan was looking for the girl all the time, but could not see her. But when they were returning to the hermitage, they met her on the way. She was coming to the temple, wearing a beautiful dress, with her mother. Mohan presented a smile which she acknowledged silently.

On the third day Manu returned to the city.

The rendezvous.

Though the sage and the servant treated him well, Mohan could not enjoy the solitude of the hermitage. But two reasons encouraged him to continue the stay. First is his interest in the property of the hermitage. Though he could not easily prove it, he believed that the sage was his father. And the second is that he had an eye on the girl. She worked there in the daytime with her mother.

As his mother had expelled him from the house, disliking the ways of his life, he wanted to find out some source of income or some wealth with his own efforts. It is then he remembered the story of his birth and decided to make an attempt. The vast farm has attracted him, with its monetary value. On the first sight itself, he knew that it was here in this hermitage wherein treasures of money and woman awaits him.

“I have not disclosed it, Swamiji”, Mohan said to the sage: “I have come here with a purpose”.

“Tell me. What’s it?” the sage asked.

“I knew from my childhood that I am an orphan. Manu is the son of the woman who fostered me. She was a divorced woman but treated me as her son and I called her ‘mother’. She died a few months ago due to cancer. Then I started my journey in search of my roots. Manu helped me to find out my real story. It is that journey that brought me here. Please do not reject me!”

“I don’t understand”, the sage said.

“When I was studying in the High School, some neighbor told me, my story. It was like this. My mother got pregnant from somebody other than her husband. Then you were working with her and when the news of her pregnancy broke out, you disappeared from the office and also from the city. It caused some suspicions about you, but my mother never denounced you. It was Manu’s inquiry that revealed the truth. It took some time and effort to locate you.” Mohan said.

“Oh! Me!”, the hermit laughed and walked away.

Mohan spent three more months in the hermitage. There was no improvement in his attempt to establish his claim. But there was progress in making friends with the girl. Step by step, he attracted her towards him.

The night.

It was a dark night and the time was about 10 PM. Mohan approached the servant’s quarters stealthily and knocked on the backdoor. After one or two minutes, the door opened without making any sound. Mohan kissed the girl, embraced her, and took her to the tank. On a step to the pool, he again kissed her and embraced her strongly. Within minutes, her fondled body was under his control. He undressed her using force as she put up some resistance. He knelt before her and licked and sucked her clitoris till a transparent liquid oozed down from her vagina. He, then, jumped onto her naked body and entered his penis to her tight slit. Her body writhed in ecstasy and she moaned enjoying the pleasure hitherto unknown to her and obeyed him as in a trance. He began to push and pull his penis up and down steadily, increasing the speed of the movement of his hip and at last emitted semen to her virgin vagina. She also experienced climax and orgasm. They lay on the step in the same condition for several minutes. This repeated on almost all nights and might have continued forever. But on one day the girl disclosed that her menses stopped. Mohan disappeared from the hermitage the next day morning.

Part II

T h e m o t h e r

The nightmare.

“Mother!”

Mother was silent.

“Mother!”, Ravi again called.

“What’s it?” the mother grumbled.

“Have you called me?”

“No.”

“I thought you called me.”

Mother was silent.

“Do you want anything? I am going to sleep.”

“Send the girl with some water.”

“Mother!”, Ravi sobbed.

“Why are you crying, fool?”

“You forgot, mother!”

“What forgot?”

“She is not here.”

“Not here! Then where did she go in the night?”

“Oh! How can you forget it, mother? Her father and his people took her away forcefully, while I was in my office. You have witnessed it.”

“Oh! Now I remember it. I will go to the Police Station tomorrow morning.”

Ravi returned silently to his room, after bringing water to the mother in a Thermo flask.

Mother swallowed some tablets with water and sat on the mat, leaning her back on the wall. She was trying to remember.

Effects of the tablets...

I want blood, human blood!

A man in red robes, a possessed man with long hair, was dancing on the floor, with a sword in his right hand, as in hysteria.

Fire on the outhouse! Fire spreads!

The small dark demons, little monsters, with tails, were running all over the inner courtyard of the quadrangular building, howling.

Pregnant cows falling down, dying.

Stop there!

Uncle Narayana.

Ants walking on the fire? Thought I am dead?

Uncle Narayana could trap even the sorcerers whenever they blocked his way as wooden gates or carnivorous animals.

The water red with turmeric and quick lime, boiled in the shallow vessel made of bronze, for hours. When all the red water disappeared as steam, one enemy is gone!

It was only a beginning.

Sorcery!

Sorcerer!

Uncle Narayna became a cruel sorcerer.

The house collapsed.....

Ravi continued to jump on the ground shaking a sword, like a country oracle.

I want blood, human blood!

There was no uncle Narayana to interfere. His body was taken to the hospital, covered in a mat, for post mortem.

The picture fades.

Slowly went away the shouting of the oracle.

It was dark.

Darkness everywhere.

The lamp, kept near the mat, is already dead.

What is the time?

Is it midnight? Or morning approaching.

I am thirsty. Very thirsty!

It is the bad effect of swallowing so many tables, several times, in a day.

I am thirsty. Very, very, thirsty!

Where are all the people?

Useless fellows!

I will die now if I do not drink some water now!

Die!

Die and decay!

All the bitches are dead and gone. Nobody is here to give me some water!

Mother hit on her head forcefully with closed fists.

Die, like this!

Did not die!

Pain arose and brought consciousness.

Mother searched for the lamp with her right hand. The hand hit against something. It fell down.

Chlim … chlum!

The glass cover of the hurricane lamp was broken to pieces.

I don’t want water. Mother fell back to her mat.

A few minutes passed silently.

The temper almost regained, mother again sat up on the mat, took out a match and lit it. The lamp, which has lost its glass cover, gave a different light.

Water is here, near the pillow. Who brought it?

Mother drank water to her satisfaction.

She sat on the ground and collected the broken glass pieces and kept them covered in a piece of paper.

I got my life back!

Mother fell on the mat with relief. Her eyes searched the roof without any aim. A lizard came running, sat silently and returned with an insect in its mouth.

Now I am like that lizard. Living only to eat. What a waste of life?

It is the punishment for my own fault.

That bloody rascal, that womanizer, ran away making me pregnant….

Then mother’s thoughts abruptly turned towards her only son who was then in her womb. Now he is thirty years old. Got a good job in an office in the town. Married two months ago. Hallucinations haunt him too, as in the case of his mother. Is it hereditary or the result of some black magic?

The bride was from a rich house. She was not employed, but brought gold ornaments worth hundred sovereigns, with her. As the ornaments were not for daily use, she removed them from her body and kept in a cupboard in their room.

On a day, after some weeks, Ravi discovered that the ornaments had gone. He questioned the girl. She replied that she gave them back to her father.

Why?

Because, they were not gold, but gold plated.

Why the deceit?

Her father had a hotel in the town which was broken due to debts. It was at that time the broker brought the marriage proposal. The father liked the suggestion as the boy was in a good position. He has got a farm and a good government job. So he consented. Even though Ravi did not demand any dowry or ornaments, he arranged the gold-plated ornaments to keep his false prestige.

Mother was also sitting there. But, did not react then.

The next day morning when Ravi went to his office in the town, mother left the house and went directly to the girl’s house. She warned the man that if he does not return the ornaments, original gold ornaments, she will roast the girl in boiling oil. The result was that the man with his people encroached on the house and took away his daughter.

This is the night of that day.

The villain returns.

Mohan was missing for twenty years when on a fine morning he came back as a middle-aged and tired man.

Ravi was not there. He had gone to some distant place for official purposes.

Mother received him in embarrassment. Even though she disliked him for the harm done to her, she in her inner mind liked him, as he was the first and the last man in her life.

In the night, without any shame, he wanted to sleep with her, pretending as nothing had happened. But she did not obey, as she feared the possibility of another pregnancy. She is only forty-eight.

She slept in her room, giving a mat to him to seep in the veranda. But after a few hours, when she was in deep sleep, he stealthily entered the room and raped her. When she woke up without knowing as to what was happening, his penis was already in her vagina. She could not resist, as it was too late. After the intercourse he fell to deep sleep, enjoying the aftereffect of rape and discharge of semen. She slowly rose from the bed, sat near his naked body, and moved her fingers over his sleeping penis. Within seconds, it stood erected. The pink head of the organ came out of the skin cover and shivered in slow motion. She continued her fondling for a few more seconds and when the penis became as strong as an iron rod, she took a knife, which was kept under the pillow for security, and separated the genitals, all of them, from his body, in a single cut.

Part III

Grand Mother

Grandmother and the monk.

She is now fifty-two years old and living alone in the hermitage, as the sage had passed away a few years ago, leaving all his wealth to her. Her son Ravi is now living in the servant’s quarters with his second wife and two children, a girl aged eight years and a boy of six years.

One day a stranger came to the hermitage, a man of about forty-five years old, wearing saffron clothes. He had shaved his head and face and appeared to be a Hindu monk. Grandmother received him with respect.

The man said that he had come to the village during his wanderings and heard about the charity of this hermitage.

Mother gave him food and talked about his experiences as a monk. He was a good speaker and attracted grandmother. When it was evening, she said that he cannot stay there, as she living alone.

On the following nights, he slept under the banyan tree, in front of the temple, and during the daytime, he spent his time working on the farm. When the rainy season arrived, it became difficult to sleep under the tree, and hence he asked grandmother’s permission to sleep in the veranda of the hermitage. Mother was not willing as he is a stranger whose history is not known. He then used his gift of the gab and cajoled grandmother to give the permission. As she was kind-hearted, she allowed him to sleep in the veranda as he had already proved as an innocent man, and above all, he was a monk. But she was wrong.

One day grandmother happened to see the monk peeping at her from behind a bush, when she was bathing in the tank, half-naked, with bare breasts. She ordered him to leave the place immediately. He obeyed, but after midnight he returned and entered her bedroom, removing some tiles from the roof. As it was dark in the room he used a pen torch to evaluate the situation. Grandmother was in deep sleep. He sat near her, appreciating the hills and valleys in her body. She was beautiful even at this age. Her big golden breasts stood erect, like a young woman’s. He re-arranged her body in the bed so that she lay facing the bed and her big buttock upwards. He removed her loincloth. The hill of a golden buttock and pink anus made the perverted monk quite insane. He tried to thrust the head of his erected steel spear to the pink hole, in a hurry. But it was not easy, as he thought, and before he could enter her, she woke up and pushed him away from the bed. He immediately took a knife and pointing it to her neck, angrily ordered her to suck his penis which was standing in attention. Its pink head came out of the skin cover and stared at her. Grandmother was helpless and had to obey him. But when the penis shuddered and emitted semen to her mouth, she pushed him down forcefully. The perverted monk fell down, hitting his head against the wall. Blood flowed down from his head, as his skull was broken.

A story for the children.

It was an evening.

Grandmother was sitting under a big tamarind tree, at the entrance to the hermitage.

Ravi was also there, sitting under the tree, touching his back to the tree.

A group of small children had gathered around the grandmother.

“Grandma, a story!” one child asked.

“Grandma please….!” another child supported.

“Mother told me a story. In it you were in jail”, one grown-up girl of ten years asked: “Is it correct?”

Grandmother sat in shock. But within a few seconds, she regained the presence of mind and asked: “who wanted a story?”

One girl of five years raised her hand.

“What’s your name?”

“My name is Gayathri.”

“Ok!”, the grandmother said. “Now I will tell you the story of an arrogant king and a brave girl.”

It was like singing or reading a poem. Grandma appeared to be in a trance. Her eyes were closed and her body was moving from right to left and from left to right, in a rhythm.

It was some five or six hundred years ago.

Sachiva was his name. He was a minister. He had got a daughter. Her name was Gayathri. She was very beautiful. And had studied all required subjects including weaponry. She was an expert in using swords. When this story begins she was twenty-five years old but still unmarried as she could not find a man satisfying her demands.

It was an evening and Gayathri was returning from the temple after worship with another girl. On the way, quite unexpectedly, a horrible sorcerer came running, caught her, and ran away to the forest, carrying her on his shoulder. The girl who was accompanying Gayathri cried aloud. Within minutes a crowd gathered there. Some soldiers started in search of the sorcerer. They returned disappointed.

It was really a shock to Sachiva. He knew for what purpose the cruel man had carried away his daughter. It was a New Moon day, the day of rituals for the sorcerers. They sacrifice virgin girls to their god Bhairava at midnight of that day in a secret place in the forest. Sachiva knew the place and immediately approached the king for help.

The king was not prepared to help the minister because he (the king) was a devotee of the sorcerer and his god. The truth is that the sorcerer secretly helped the king in his autocracy.

Then Sachiva decided to deal with the case himself, at his own risk.

He, with some of his staff, proceeded to the forest. Even though he had tried his level best, it was past midnight when they reached the spot. He found blood on a stone and a sword on the ground. But there was nobody or any dead body there.

When he reached his house, a watchman approached him and said that Gayathri had returned a few hours ago. Sachiva immediately walked to her room. A bundle of her clothes, with bloodstains, was lying in a corner and the girl was sleeping in her bed.

In the morning news flashed in the palace and the surrounding places that Rudrayogeeshwra, the ardent devotee of Bhairava, had been murdered in the night by some unknown persons. The king guessed it was Sachiva and his men who killed the sorcerer. So without any hesitation, he ordered to arrest of the minister and his daughter.

The news flashed within a short time that Rudra was killed by the minister to save his daughter. As a result, a big crowd gathered before the palace demanding prosecution of the minister and his daughter. They also demanded that the girl should be sacrificed to Bhairava so that the soul of Rudra may get peace.

The king, who had a hidden agenda in the matter, agreed. But in spite of best efforts, the soldiers could not trace out the girl, though the minister had surrendered himself. The king was in a dilemma. His interests and the pressing of the crowd on one side and the fact the girl is not available for sacrifice on the other hand. At last, obeying the demand of the crowd, he ordered to complete the ritual, sacrificing another girl. For this, he ordered the soldiers to bring all the girls of seventeen. The soldiers brought one hundred and one girls from the capital. The king inserted his right-hand index finger into their vaginas to check virginity. After checking the vaginas he will suck his finger to clear the finger. The cases wherein blood is seen on the finger were treated as virgins. But alas there was no blood he got from any of the girls. Then the soldiers ransacked the nearby villages and brought another hundred and one girls. The king checked them and found that all of them as virgins. And in the end, he selected a fatty girl for the divine purpose.

Next morning.

Preparations for the ceremony were completed before sunrise. The victim for the sacrifice was brought to the altar. An oracle in red cloth with a sword approached her, ready to cut on the neck. He raised the sword to get force, but before he could strike the blow, a whistling arrow pierced four inches deep into his heart and he fell down. As it was quite unexpected everyone including the king stood in shock. At that moment a horse with two soldiers on it, appeared in the scene, one soldier jumped down, caught the girl and they disappeared n a flash.

The king had attended many wars and experienced success and defeat many times. But this was a new experience. He guessed that Gayathri had something to do with this onslaught and decided to take revenge. The only way to trap her was to arrange for another sacrifice.

In a date fixed earlier, the king took another virgin girl for the sacrifice. The king sat on an elephant, looking on all sides, cautiously. The girl, nude but adorned with a garland of some red flowerers, sat before him. She was unconscious, as they had given her some drug. Soldiers, on horses and walking, accompanied them. But on the way, when they were traveling through the forest, an arrow came flying and hit a horse. The horse fell down. On examining the arrow the king found a message attached to it.

“King Yasodharma, why can’t you understand? You will not be allowed to continue the sacrifice of innocent girls as long as I am alive. This is the first and the last warning. Gayathri.”

The king did not feel any fear as he knew that a girl, however strong she is, cannot surpass a king in power. He has come prepared and will complete his task at any rate.

The girl was brought to the altar and tied to a post. Her eyes were covered with a ribbon made of black cloth. Some balls of cotton were inserted into her mouth. So she cannot see or cry. An Aghori entered with a knife and made a slit on her neck. The blood from the injury flowed down and passed through her navel and genital. The agora collected the blood in a vessel and sprinkled it on all sides around the girl.

The king, conducting the sacrifice without any untoward incident returned satisfied. A peaceful end.

But the peace did not last for long.

The news came from a remote village that a group of robbers attacked it and took all valuables from all upper and middle-class families. The capital took it as a case of ordinary robbery and hence did not mind it. But this robbery was followed by robbery in another village. The process continued with more force and manpower. When it reached the capital it was a big force with thousands of young men. The group was led by a young woman.

At last, they attacked the capital, in a night, in surprise. Their number exceeded the number of soldiers on duty. The capital easily surrendered. The king was also taken to custody and brought before the leader. The king could not believe his eyes. It was Gayathri!

“King Yashodharma! You are the cause of all these untoward incidents. And only you can stop it”, Gayathri said: “If you promise me that you will not allow any more human sacrifices in this country, we will stop our revolt, this moment.”

The king thought for a few moments. His prestige had already suffered a great loss. Rudra is already gone. And what is now required is the support of the people. If not, she will not hesitate to kill him and take his seat.

“I agree.” The king replied

Our protector, Gayathri, returned to the forest, as a heroine. There she spent the rest of her life as a recluse and sage.

Grandmother looked at the children.

The children with shining eyes clapped their hands and shouted:

“Gayathri Mata ki Jai! Grandma ki Jai!”

It was a long story and grandmother had taken half an hour to complete it.

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Scenes of cruelties from the history

Ravi continued to sit in his place, all the time, as in meditation. He wondered from where mother got all these stories. He had heard that her hobby in the jail was to read books.

His mind for some minutes hovered over grandma’s story. The story is full of violence. It is only a story. But the real stories of cruelties are abundantly available in history. The stories of human sacrifices, murders, wars…

Greece.

A sculpture made of ivory. Fifty feet high. Golden dress and footwear – the great statue of Zeus, the most powerful Greek god.

The god sits on a big royal chair. In one hand he holds the goddess of success and in the other an eagle. The great sculpture of Zeus, made by the great sculptor Phidias.

People from all over the country flowed to the town and in course of time, it became a pilgrim center. The devotees of Zeus did whatever they can do to appease him. And slowly the system of human sacrifice came up. The place became a center of human sacrifice. The victims from defeated countries, and helpless people from the region, were brought there and sacrificed. But not a drop of blood did fall down. Why? The victims were burnt alive in big fires and the ashes heaped like a hill in the backyards of the temple.

Mexico.

Though human sacrifice was in vogue in almost all cruel countries, it was crueler in Mexico, write historians. Even though the people who lived there and ruled it, till some centuries ago, were improved in many matters, they were actually orthodox in the matters like sacrifices. Victims brought down from the country and abroad were sacrificed there. They were taken to a stone table. Four men caught his/her hands and feet, and another man cut the body to two pieces, with a stone ax. The heart was taken out and offered to God and then the body was thrown out to the forest, where the skeletons occupied acres of land as burial grounds.

Egypt.

A pyramid, five hundred feet high and thirty thousand feet in diameter, constructed with a hundred thousand tons of stone, stood in the middle of a thirteen acres wide compound. We go backward in a time machine and reach at a spot about five thousand years ago and see it at the stage of its construction.

The pieces of stone used for the construction of the sepulcher weighed from one thousand kilograms to five thousand kilograms. How they were brought down from far away quarries is still a mystery. It is also a mystery as to how they took the heavy stones to a height of five hundred feet. It is also not known as to how many people worked on the stones and for how many years? We can only guess. It is believed that the work was got done by one hundred thousand slaves and they took twenty years to complete it. It may be correct or not, the work was got done with thousands of helpless people.

But the interesting fact is not that. When the treasures got from the pyramid of a pharaoh who ruled for nine years only, is compared with the treasures from this big pyramid, there should be immense wealth here. But surprisingly there were no valuables in this pyramid, not even a mummy! It means that it was a false pyramid to misdirect the robbers, ie., the original burial place, completing all the formalities, lay hidden in another place. Nobody could so far locate it. The question which disturbs us is how many workers died during the construction of this false tomb, due to accidents, diseases, or hunger. We will never know!

Carthage.

Once there was a kingdom called Carthage. It was the capital of Phoenicians. Once it was a proud empire on the sea, amassing unlimited wealth by trade. But, there is no such place in the present-day atlas.

Then the small kingdom of Sicily was under the control of Carthage. Messina, a Greek town, was near it. This place once happened to be the camp of terrible pirates. Carthage suppressed them for its own security. Messina complained to Rome which was then increasing its powers with all available sources, interfered, and defeated Carthage in a bloody war. There Carthage lost a big portion of its territory, including Spain and other places beyond the Ebro river. The people from Carthage were not permitted to enter the lost places, crossing the river. This condition continued for twenty-two years.

At last, after twenty-two years, when the attitude of Rome became quite demanding, a battalion from Carthage under the leadership of a commander crossed the river, passed through Spain and the Alps mountain, and reached Italy, under the very nose of Rome. The commander and his men camped there and fought with Rome for fifteen years. But in the end, Rome came successful. Carthage lost its warships and Spain.

After this incident, peace prevailed for ninety-six years. During this period Carthage regained its position and wealth. Rome became jealous and attacked Carthage, in surprise. As the onslaught was quite unexpected, Carthage fell. Roman soldiers ransacked and erased it from history. They returned in the end with all the wealth of Carthage and all the healthy men, women, and girls, as slaves. Here ends the story of Carthage. The people from Carthage continued as cheap items to sell and buy in the slave markets of Rome

Rome.

The small town of Rome became a big State, conquering all possible countries. The wealth collected by it made Romans pleasure-loving and lazy. They drank good wine, eat all good foods, and mated whenever they felt to do so. In the Arena, they arranged the contests between slaves and slaves and slaves and predators.

The tragic end was that when the limit of their endurance was over, the slaves turned against the Romans. They were actually not organized. But they had a leader Spartacus and they fought under him for two years. In the end, the organized power of the empire defeated the unorganized slaves. And to avoid any further revolt of the slaves, they caught all the slaves involved in the fight and crucified them. The number of the slaves crucified then at a stretch exceeded six thousand!

The crucifixion was in vogue for many centuries.

These were all in BC. Now we can remember some instances from AD.

1209 AD.

In the war against infidels, a group of soldiers surrounded a town. Their aim was to kill all unbelievers. But a question came up. How could they differentiate unbelievers from believers? The commander found an easy solution. No necessity for differentiation. Butcher them all, God knows his men!

More than ten thousand of the residents of the town were killed in the onslaught that followed, without any consideration of women or children.

1300 AD – 1800 AD.

In between 1300 AD and 1800 AD, there was a movement against the so-called witches or sorceresses. It was a misunderstanding, but more than one hundred thousand women were killed in that movement.

1014 AD. The battle of Kleidon

The war between emperor Basil II of Constantinople and the Bulgarian emperor Samuel, in the late 10th and early 11th centuries. And To discourage Bulgaria, Basil II passed a strange order to release about fifteen thousand Bulgarian prisoners. The only condition was that they might be sent in one hundred and fifty groups. The leaders with one eye and the followers with no eyes. The result was that one hundred fifty groups of blind men, under the leadership of one-eyed men, crossed the border and paraded to Bulgaria.

17th cent. AD.

The time when white men were seriously engaged in eradicating the red men. One Governor had a strange idea. He advertised if any white man brings the head of a red man he will get a prize of sovereigns. The idea clicked. Governors of other districts also adopted the system.

Time of second world war.

It was a matter of many hues and cries that the small bomb which fell in the east killed eighty thousand people. In the flood of protests against this incident, the world forgot one thing. Five months ago there was an attack on another city. The death toll was 1,80,000. The difference was only in the matter of weapons used.

Revolt in Iran.

Iran was once a good country having good relations with the USA. But one day the orthodox people upturned Shaw’s authority. During and after the civil war, all the men and women who stood against the revolutionaries were mercilessly butchered. They raped the girls before they killed them as they believed that the virgins will go to heaven. Another group went one step further. They repeatedly raped the girls until blood oozed from their vaginas and entered the edges of their swords or rifles to their vaginas and repeated pushing and pulling the weapons until the prey lay dead in a pool of blood.

The stories go on without an end....

The cruelty towards women never ends.

She may be a child (¼),

a girl (½),

a mother (¾)

or a grandmother (1),

the inherent cruelty in some men will not allow her to live peacefully.