HUMANS

 HUMANS


The long awaited silence was interrupted at last. The unconditioned silence which was on for almost 20 years. Now it was unraveling with sirens and sound of the machine gun taking its place. People just were running all around the world some in order to escape and live or some with a gun in hand and running on either to be a hero or to be dead. The latter part becoming fate of most of them. It was a cause of someone and someone else was fighting. Just as that people with no connection and others who wanted to quit were fighting and shooting just aimlessly. It so happened that there was a big explosion and with death everywhere and the nearby river water taking care of the rest. A handful of survivors from all together different realities dropped their guns and together by chance were sitting now face to face without weapons in a trench with no one around just water and mud covering the battlefield and the bodies and weapons of the rest of the soldiers. These soldiers were from different sides. All looking at each other just randomly without weapons but with a fear from inside that will the other soldier just kill him like all others. Time just passed away and all the soldiers sitting just few meters away from each other but no words were exchanged just there was a dead silence. All of them were just sitting with their bags and looking at each other. 

Finally a soldier asked to another one. He purposefully chose this soldier as he looked around and found that he resembled most to him. He said "Do you have water?" . The soldier sitting next replied "Yes, here". He drank water and asked "What is your name kind sir?" . The soldier replied "Claude". He firmly took his hand ahead towards Claude and said "James". James and Claude smiled at each other and talked about family and other stuff. They looked at a soldiers who looked a bit awkward and perhaps belonged to a different race. They looked towards him and James jokingly said to Claude "I bet he might not be knowing how to speak English" both of them laughed and seeing and hearing them the soldier said "I very well know how to speak english". Both of them looked at him and the soldier continued "My name is Hirata San". After this there was just one person sitting who had not said anything. James asked him "Hello, You are the only one who has not said anything". The soldier replied "My name is Balram". Claude replied "That is going to be a bit difficult to pronounce I believe". Hirata asked all of them "So to all of you, what brings you here?" . Upon which Balram replied "Are you asking me that really? to someone who does not even know why people here on this foreign soil are just shooting at each other and what is the reason for all this?". James replied "I am here because one day I was sitting and there is an announcement that my country is at war. Just then I looked at my family with barely any scraps to eat so I took the chance as it said that they would give a good amount to me during the war or if I die to my family. I always look down to people and count the number of which I have killed today. There has not been a single night which I have spent without crying and mourning and just feeling guilty on myself". Claude replied "My father told me that I will be making all proud and would enjoy each and every moment of it. But as I am here I just feel like that this is not me and I cannot handle this that just few arrogant people cannot come to a conclusion for a problem so for that people like us have to kill and die for them. Without knowing that how many people are orphaned or homeless with each and every bullet leaving the gun".Hirata replied "My government just for some stones and gas decided to attack everyone and join on too so all the men just for the government in order to acquire some 10km of Islands have to die in like a million men and that too having or not having them does not affect us". Balram replied "In mine too we have a big country but just to complete some grudges over some barren inhospitable land people die just for that and at last even if we win no one is going to do anything with that land." 

James replied "I am never able to understand that why do we fight and also the fact that these upper so called people just for there image make us fight. Humans are compared to lions but I have not seen a single lion indulging in a nonsense fight for some stone which would not even be 100m long. we are actually matter of fact like just a donkey who will do anything and kick anywhere without ever thinking." All laughed on this. "I had almost forgotten how I laughed" Claude said. Balram said "I was sent here by higher authorities with me there were soldiers of different communities of my country and were the war began I saw people whose communities hated each other were dying for their fellow mates and helping all of them, what my government was not able to do for decades this war did in couple of weeks. Hirata said "I wonder we are strange creatures as we are believed to be the most superior race of all and still we kill over small issues and order this large scale of destruction for what? just to prove that this 1000km of land is better in what sense just better on paper than that 1000km of land." Claude replied "I agree as in this world were superiority should be decided on the basis of skills and qualities we decide it by guns and bullets, here I wonder is there any place for love or even being a good human being will ever earn respect to someone or just guns will prevail." James replied "There was a letter in the pocket of a soldier in my regiment, he died few days back in front of my eyes and in his dying voice he said to me to post this letter. This letter contains what he said was that it contained were his wishes and futures he was looking forward to. 


"WHEN THIS WAR IS OVER, WE WILL BUY A BEAUTIFUL GARDEN AND WILL BUILT THE FAMILY WE ALWAYS DREAMED OF."                   

                                                                  - Letter found from the pocket of a dead young British officer

                                


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