This is my World

(Inspired by a true story) The lifeless body lay motionless on the ground. Most of the head was gone and what remained was covered with blood or dirt. The whole body was charred. The surrounding Earth smelled of blood and the marauders were already circling the skies eying their booty. Its feast day for them, thanks to the land mines. Balbir Singh knelt beside the body to find some identification. The half-baked name plate revealed the first two letters of the man's name " KU ". He had earned 3 stars(though only one was where it was supposed to be). A captain. Balbir ordered attention. The soldiers saluted the brave captain. The dug a grave and buried him. Balbir placed the three stars on top of the grave. He knew, the man will be forgotten like any other war hero. Very soon. The 6 th Rajputana Rifles or what was left of it was assigned to take the hill. the plan was to run it down in the next twelve hours. Time was running out. Time to move on. Condolences to KU ca...

Two years ago(if I remember correctly, exactly the same day), I appeared for my first ever job interview(we can call it a chit chat though). And not a single technical question was asked the entire 45 minutes. The only situation where I even had to think was when they asked me a write a poem about my college. I was dumb enough to say penning poems is one of my hobbies without realizing the fact that the biggest poem I have ever written was about the girl next door(not a pretty one either). Now that the iron tongue has spoken, a chance for my brain liquids to work. I took the pen and stared into the blank paper(I haven't written a single letter for 30 minutes). The words that I somehow found in my limited vocabulary was like this... சிறகு விரிக்க தெரியாத எனக்கு, பறக்க கற்றுக்கொடுத்தத் தாய்பறவை ! I managed to get that job.