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After death, an ultimate truth.

 

 

 

 

 

‘After Death,

an ultimate truth’

Harshavardhan.C

 

This novel is purely a fiction, but certainly based on science and some historical facts, which are happening, since the emergence of cultures and civilizations. Some great and glorious names of the historical personalities are adapted to some of the characters in the novel only to feel good and not to exaggerate the history of any individual, any religion and of any country.

So also it is not the intention of the writer to defame or lookdown customs and traditions of any country. Any resemblances to any events, places, locations, persons, living or dead, are admitted to be written by the author within his knowledge. He doesn’t have any intention to defame or personify or exaggerate any religion, cast, cult, and creed, or individual or associations or various departments in the Government or private.

 

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A Novel by Harshavardhan. C

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So far nobody could truthfully try to impress upon the world citizens in sharing the mysterious knowledge about life, death, after death, rebirth and about the existence of soul. But herein is an attempt.

 

Harshavardhan.C

Writer & the novelist.

 

 

‘After Death,

an ultimate truth’

Harshavardhan.C

 

Prologue:

 

Customs and traditions may differ from country to country, but the human feelings, emotions and sentiments are not. They are more or less one and the same all over the world, except variations in the language and in expression.

There are numerous faiths in the world. Each one has its’ path, trying to influence the people and preparing them to lead to salvation and to make them learn the universal mystery of rebirth and the existence of soul in the universe.

But salvation indeed is a state or stage of nothing but to attain the bliss, which every faith believes ultimately. From times immemorial, most of the people are trying to elicit the ultimate truth. Even in the modern era also every body’s passion is to unearth the same.

Most of the characters in the story include professionals, philosophers, theists, atheists, intellectuals and scientists.

Most of the elite may or may not accept the theory or the so called philosophy of life, death, and rebirth; and about the existence of the soul.

Then what is the truth? And the truth is to find out the ultimate of what happens after death? But, so far nobody could find out the ultimate truth. In fact, there have been theological researches going on in every faith since good olden times to till date from saint to sage; philosopher to Philanthropist; and king to common man.

Now open the book after death, ultimate truth to know about the mysterious knowledge.

 

Chapter: 1

 

The Rolex watch was showing 0005 hrs GMT. It was exactly at the same time an International flight took off from the International Air Port at Dubai.

In the executive class, there were few business tycoons and also a newly wedded Honeymoon couple.

People from different professions and trades were also there among the other passengers in the economy class.

It was not a surprise for the passengers on board to find among themselves people of different races, cults, and nationalities, with different customs and cultures. But by and large their attitudes and aptitudes were one and the same, except some variations in physical standards, dress, measurements, etiquette and the language they spoke.

And there was one interesting character, found sitting in the first row and in the first seat in the executive class. His name was Mr. Jinnah. It was a misnomer if anybody think that this man was the same person, i.e. the father of “Pakistan Nation” But at the same time it was not a surprise to learn that some of the People in the modern world were fond of naming their children with the names of the great personalities, glorious leaders, historical names, as they might have read their autobiographies or biographies written by the leaders or by their companions respectively. So also some people may have sentiments and attachments to adapt the names of the international players, sportsmen, women, film actors and actresses to their off springs.

The next seat was occupied by one teenage girl. Her name was Miss. Sania, but she was not that famous tennis star Mrs. Sania Mirza of India. In fact the teen aged girl was a true citizen of Pakistan.

As usual, there were cabin crew, comprised of flight attendants and air hostesses in the flight. They were all looking quite smart and beautiful, with elegant looks as it was their duty to be decent and polite to receive the air passengers and see their comforts while they were on board.

It was but natural that everybody was anxiously looking for them, for learning the flying rules and regulations besides to know the safety precautions while on air journey. But, to their surprise, four of the militants, in the guise of the passengers, got up suddenly from their seats. They were found clad in blazers, fixed with suicidal bombs, and they forcibly entered the cabin of the pilots and took the flight under their control, even before their leader declared about their mission either to the passengers or to any of the governments in the world.

Two persons came out from the cabin of the crew. It was at the same time, one male and one female, with their charming physique, grace and elegant looks came out from the toilet, which was certainly an unusual, and unbecoming of in the international flight.

But, the suspected couple took out two 9mm pistols and cooked them and threatened the passengers to rule out all the earthly pleasures and weaknesses and proved that they are all professionals and well trained in the sabotage of the aero plane in the air itself.

“Eureka!” One of the high jacks busted out with his emotional feelings.

It was really a terrible shock to the air passengers. And for a moment it boomerang everybody in the flight.

“Ladies and gentlemen, good morning. We are extremely happy to announce that we have made it” Then came the dreadful announcement came through the mouth of a male, instead of the air hostess.

Actually, the air passengers used to hear general instructions; and precautions to be taken while on journey in international flights. Most of the air passengers who were anxiously looking at the announcement, couldn’t understand what was he referring about at once?

“Ladies and gentlemen, you all must know what is happening? Why are we doing this? We caution you seriously that you all must be beware off us. Any small mistake committed knowingly or unknowingly by any of you smart guys may land in serious troubles. And even you people create an iota of suspicion may end your precious lives. So I think by now you might have understood who are we? What has happened to the flight? What’s your plight now?” Warned the commander of the highjack’s seriously.

But for the air passengers and crew in the flight, it was like a neutron bomb kept on their heads and asking them to pray god for their survival.

“Oh my God! The flight is hijacked. We are in danger. What shall we do?” One of girl among the air passengers spell out openly and also quite innocently.

“You are gracious and equally your grasping is also as smart as you beauty” The commander on seeing the girl from top to bottom, complemented the girl.

The girl was in single piece gown with fully grown up and exposed breast; attractive thighs; tempting lips and tantalizing eyes. But her mother sitting by her side tried to withhold her talking to the high Jackers.

“Mum please let me speak” The girl was trying to communicate with them.

“No sweetie! They have no curtsies; and they never spare you even though you’re a child” Her mother closed her mouth tightly with her hand and explained her in low voice.

Most of the passengers in the flight, after confirming that the flight was hijacked; and were abducted by the high jacks, virtually shivered; and rose hue and cry as they are terribly frightened.

“Shut up you bloody cowards we do not wish to see your meaningless feelings. We warn you to be silent. We have been successful in our mission; and we are ready for jihad at any moment.

All of you sit right or otherwise we don’t hesitate to gun down you. We expect you to maintain utmost restraint; and be calm and cool. And you have no other way, except to cooperate with us” The leader threatened them.

“You stone hearted guys, I am getting severe pain in my abdomen, and will you please allow me to go to toilet?” The girl, who was unable to control her pain, pushed her mother forcibly and demanded them.

“Shut up, you shameless girl” One of the high jacks shouted against the girl.

“Wait, wait a minute comrade; let us be polite with women. Try to understand her problem also if it is genuine” The leader supported the girl.

By then the mother of the girl could identify some blood stains behind the skirt of her daughter; and she immediately grasped as what had happened?

“Pardon her sir; please see her condition. Try to understand the problem of the teen age girl. In fact it is not stomach disorder but it is the premenstrual pain; my poor daughter attained puberty and is matured. But, the innocent girl doesn’t understand what has happened to her? Please allow me to attend to her sir” She requested him politely with folded hands.

The militants laughed at both the mother and the daughter and further commented both the girl and the mother in vulgar manner and in quite unparliamentarily language.

“Please don’t belittle womanhood. You are also having family, and you may have sisters and daughters” The mother of the girl lost her patience and said finally.

“Shut up you dirty woman, are you not ashamed to admit your negligence? When your daughter is in teens is it not your responsibility to take advance precautions and take care of her? Instead you are trying to find fault with us; and you senseless mother get lost and attend to her first” The leader of the high jacks chastised her.

“Oh my God! I doubt they might be the suicidal squad, either of Indian Mujahedeen or of Islamic State?” One of the co- women passengers whispered into the ears of her husband.

“Hush, don’t be emotional and expose ourselves, least we will land in trouble dear” He warned her.

And the co- passengers were also in shock. They had in their minds umpteen questions, but they couldn’t come out openly.

“Gentlemen, may I know who are you? Why have you high jacked the flight? Why are you disturbing us and taking away our precious time? Why are you putting us under severe stress and strain? What are your demands? Whom have you targeted?” One of the co- passengers aged about sixty questioned them deliberately.

It was really a daring and dashing act. Normally nobody dares to question the high jacks. But the old man not only outburst with his feelings, but also challenged them by cross questioning them as cop or ready to fight with them as an army officer.

The co- passengers and the flight crew were taken a back on hearing what all he said. He was a true Muslim, having a beard, and a cleanly shaven moustache, wearing green colour garments, carrying the Holy Quran in his hands.

“Idiot! Are you not ashamed to question us, being a true Muslim? And you being a Mullah by profession don’t you respect Islam and the Holy Quran?” The leader was outburst with anger.

“Sorry, what you have done is not yet all correct my dear children. And Allah will never tolerate such heinous acts” The Mullah tried to explain them.

“You impetuous. Being a religious head is it not your duty to protect Islam