President R'agnar I -

President R'agnar I -

"Many wasted lunes have gone by since the launch of the satellite; no answer, and we are all dying.

"28 lunes ago I had caught the devil, K'tash, skewering our gem. The source of the flow. The source of our life. That day, I made a promise to me and my paragons - I will make it better. Our world is still dying, and we have nowhere to go. But, I can assure you, this universe is too big. We will not have a solution soon, but, we have information coming in that promises many solutions, before long. And, we shall live again."

President R'agnar took a drink from his ceramic flask as the crowd cheered his fervent reassurances. He knew the price to be paid. They did not know. They could not know. He looked at the crowd jumping, cheering, believing in him. Fools. These were the Zargonians. The little remaining population of Zargon.

According to President R'agnar, on the 28th lune of the last sunstring, he apprehended the devil K'tash; The one who had been only in nightmares before, the one thrown into the orbit for tampering with the Flow-er systems. He was seen trying to tamper with the source gem. But, he was caught by the President taking a luny walk out on the reservoir. Though the criminal was apprehended, sadly, President R'agnar couldn't prevent his crime. The damage had already been done. On trying to tamper with the gem, some of it had chipped away under the force. The light had vanished, and the flow had been lifeless ever since.

Realizing the damage, President R'agnar had employed a team to find a way to resurrect the stone, but to no avail. Placed millennials ago by their forgottens, the gem was the source of the flow that kept everything alive. Now without the gem, the flow had slowly begun to dry up. It could finish anywhere between the next sunstring and the last cold moon. Paragons had already begun to wither. Their passing by a troublesome moment for all those linked.

Though withering was nothing new but, at such juvenile steps, mass panic had set in. President R'agnar addressed the people with a possible solution, a message from the Queen, "Our Queen Her Highness M'linda has had a vision - 'Look to the twinkling clouds in the night. Reach the land of the gem💎, Find the flow surrounding you - with-in & with-out. Hold it in as it is held out. Look up or down. Find the green grass.' - Our receptions are working on it, and we shall soon have a plan of act based on Her Majesty's message." 

That was 12 lunes ago. Soon the lune would become cold. The fear was setting inside every paragon's family. But, today the public cheered to a promise of a better future; if not for all, at least for their little springs, they cheered. President R'agnar looked confident. He now turned back towards his official cabin. Maintaining a steady gait, he advanced towards his table. The pillars on both the sides of the balcony, held the chamber erect. The tiles on the ground reflected a president much different than the paragons saw. 

His cheerful visage, contorted into the face of gloom and desperation. He knew the Queen could hear him. His thoughts were not his alone. The Queen was linked to all. Yet, he did not attempt to hide his fear of inevitable failure. 'The people do not believe in you fully. They lack confidence. They wish me to intervene. Give me reason not to.' The voice echoed gently through President R'agnar's Hearers. His alone. The Queen was asking him.

'I'm lost, my Queen! I do not see a solution. 10 lunes ago we had sent our trusted travelers in search of the World that you saw our springs flourishing in. They have reported of the edges of the galaxy, but we have not found anyone. I am sorry your Majesty. I have failed us. But, we still have 2 lunes before they run out of flow, so we have not lost hope completely.' He thought to the Queen, opening his jacket; the doors to the podium shut behind him. The tuft of feathers hemmed onto his jacket, fluttered. Each feather signified his reach. His deeds for the paragons. His face mirroring his red tunic shining from the open front of his Brown jacket.

'We shall wait.' Announced the queen in everyone's thoughts. 

The lune was shining above, while the president paced up and down in his quarters. This was the second lune. Last time, waiting had been uneventful. No new news had come forth. So, as then, now too the president waited. The last of the hopes were withering. 

President R'agnar was moving to and fro in front of his bed. He was sleepless. More than anything or anyone, this moment, he wished for his mistress by his side. The one who truly knew him. The one who chose to link with him. Her love was what he actually craved this dreadful lune. The queen was kind enough to block herself out. 

His white house tunic swayed with him. Finally, he was tired. His body gave in as he suddenly sank to the edge of his bed, tears rolling down his viewers. The Lune was at the height of the sky. Soon it will begin to descend. 

There was a knock on the door. The civil coat L'oarn was at the door. But, before the President could steady himself, L'oarn barged in. "Forgive me for intruding, but, I couldn't wait for you to open the door." There was a flushed smile on his face. He had ran from the radio tower to the President's chambers.

The visible smile was enough to lift President R'agnar's spirits. "May you keep barging in with such good news. Always." He advanced towards L'oarn. "At Mrkltpl sector, the wave co-ordinates suggest that 'Sigma0316' is the world we are looking for." L'oarn hastily conveyed to an embracing President. 

"Ours shall now survive beyond our expectations." The president gleamed through tears of joy. "Is the Queen awake sir?" He inquired. "Come, we shall awake her together." President R'agnar smiled.

The Queen's chamber was dark. She was in deep slumber. As they entered, a deep red light flooded the empty, endless chamber. The red light gradually changed its color to blue. 'E'arth has been found. The green grass awaits.' The voice of the Queen echoed through everyone's mind. The President turned to L'oarn, "Go now. Tell General Adam to begin the extraction process." The civil coat followed his orders and ran out of the chamber. 

"My Queen. There is something I have kept from us. We need to talk."

To be Continued.....

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Just a Feeling...

   

              Just a Feeling...

Sitting in a Boat, None Oars

Silent Ocean, None Stirs

Stranded in a Boat, None Course

Violent Ocean, Wrath Incurs

Drowning in an Ocean, None Breath

Shivering Water, None warmer

Waiting in an Ocean, None Death

Gripping Water, Visage Calmer

Looking with Eyes Open, None Wiser

Fragile Body, None Frail

Observing with Eyes Open, None Visor

Unbroken Body, Unbound Male

Resisting with My Body, None Care

Floating Clouds, None Lost

Existing with My Body, None Bare

Disappearing Clouds, Extraordinary Cost

Soaring high My Freedom, None String

Bloated Liberties, None Resign

Coursing through My Freedom, None Sing

Dark Liberties, My Design

Laying Steps of My Liberties, None Aware

Waiting End, None Dealing

Moving on from My Liberties, None Dare

Intoxicating End, Just a Feeling...

A scandal in Bohemia

The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes : 

A Scandal in Bohemia - 

By Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

"What a Queen she would have made!"

Sherlock Holmes holds reason above all. He is abhorrent of all emotions, love in particular, and has no place for such gibe-worthy trifles. Yet, there has been one woman, The Woman, who for him, was the queen among the fairer sex. All other females frail in comparison to her. 

We read that after his marriage, Dr. Watson has moved from Baker street to his own quarters. Yet, one fateful day, there paths cross once again as the doctor passes from Baker street. Tempted to visit an old friend, Watson plunges himself into Holmes' adventure, as a friend - silent and reassuring, in one of the most delicate moments of his life.

This story is not of Holmes, but, of The Woman. Her uniqueness. Her intelligence. Her inviolate promises. Her silent seduction. She is the star here. The one who has something to offer Holmes; that which he had deemed unworthy of himself. 

An object of supreme importance, and of scandalous nature, threatens the Bohemian royalty and their rule over the kingdom. Such disaster can only be averted by the observant reasoner - Mr. Sherlock Holmes, who comes recommended from high places.

As many swords hang over Holmes, his easy solution is apt and precise. But, as we read deeper, a dark cloud looms in the darkness far away, "warning" of the impending storm. 

Love is in the air. Does Holmes catch it, or are his reasons enough to protect him?     

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The Sign of The Four

Sherlock Holmes - The Sign of The Four -By Sir Arthur Conan Doyle 

"Schade dass die Natur nur EINEN Mensch aus Dir schuf,

Denn zum wuerdigen Mann war und zum Schelmen der Stoff."

(Pity that nature created just a human out of you, For appreciable men and rogues could have been created from the same material.)

                                          

Holmes, though is a man of reason and logic, still seeks escape from the mundane experiences of daily ordinary life. Time in between cases hazily passes for Sherlock as his artificial stimulants provide his mind a clarity. Dr. Watson is the voice of reason amidst all this chaos. His friendship is unwavering. 

Holmes' curiosity is ignited when a letter expressing the desire to meet our client, Mary Morstan, to right a wrong done to her, is presented to him. But, in our dear Dr. Watson, something else is ignited. A fire in the cold.

Greed and vengeance fuel the story as amidst the Indian mutiny at the beginning if the freedom struggle, a treasure forcibly exchanges possessions. Justice is a double edged sword as all involved have dark associations and planning to lead a rich, leisurely life; Whatever, or whoever, the cost.

Sherlock Holmes returns in this brilliantly reasoned and executed case, full of upheavals and his famous deductions based on minutiae. The sign of the four, a letter, a lost boat and a worried wife are all the clues Holmes needs to set his army loose in search of the truth. Spanning exotic locations to dingy prison barracks, Holmes' sleuthing gives rest to a tale of honorable thieves. Yet all this, to Holmes, is a mere escape from mundane into a field to apply his expertise.

Layered within this story is another story; one of a patient and simmering love. Spellbound, Dr. Watson has his heart rising to the very mention of Ms. Mary Morstan. His intention behind following the perils to their conclusion is simply that of ending his beloved Mary's sufferings. Amidst the chaos and dark necessities of Sherlock's adventures, Dr. Watson finds his station as a benefactor, friend and lover to the equally subtle, eloquent and intelligent, Mary Morstan.

Elegantly woven, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle offers a singular experience in reading both Cold Reason and Love emerging as victors. Contrasting and perplexing, the author takes the reader on a ride where logic sees to the rightful end of the tale, and Love takes the prize; hidden in plain sight...

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Sherlock Holmes - A Study in Scarlet

Sherlock Holmes - A Study in Scarlet

By Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

He knew what he was writing... 

Read ages ago in a children's book as a story of love, retribution, loyalty and of course Sherlock Holmes, I had not read this complete and unabridged version of it till yesterday (Definitely gonna read them all now!). This story, this book, begins the journey of a Sherlock Holmes different from any of the TV versions I have seen. The old TV series Sherlock, portrayed by Sir Jeremy Brett, is shown as an exact, cold and factual man. Robert Downey Jr. portrays him as a sarcastic genius! Benedict Cumberbatch depicts him as, and to quote him, “A High-functioning Sociopath”. But, only the books have the Sherlock Holmes that Sir Arthur Conan Doyle wanted to give the world.

This is the first book Sir Doyle wrote for Sherlock Holmes. The story is set in the 1800s London, and recounts Dr. John Watson’s memoirs of his and Holmes' first crime solved together. Sir Doyle seems to have a very peculiar kind of writing style. Though typically British, asks a level of intelligence from the reader to fully grasp all the things that are said and done by the characters. He uses a very subtle stroke of words to convey heaps of information. The beginning is familiar to us with Dr. Watson, on returning from Afghanistan and many hardships past, comes to London seeking lodgings. A chance meeting with an old colleague, Stamford, introduces him to Sherlock Holmes. On advisement from Stamford, Dr. Watson agrees to share suite at 221B Baker Street with Sherlock Holmes as a means to study this extraordinary specimen of a Human. This marks the beginning of a long journey through the years of companionship, crime-solving and, of course, deductions. 

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle portrays Sherlock as a man with a child’s curiosity, now equipped with the strength and intelligence of Adulthood. He is a man whose actions have the sole purpose of gaining information. So, for this, he is utmost selective of the information he puts in his brain, lest the space run out… This along with years of training in fighting techniques, study of various faculties of science and sharp analytical thinking, give him powers of observation unseen in real life. Using these tools, he sets out as a consulting detective to put criminals and murderers behind bars. He searches for the truth. He wants to bring crime out of the shadows, and into the light so, all those responsible can be brought to justice. This Sherlock is not overtly anti-social, nor is he self-destructive as many would assume, rather, he is compassionate, genius and a logician, who uses scientific enquiry and various fact based reasoning to extract out the truth from any situation.

Dr. John Watson provides quite a contrast to Sherlock Holmes’ personality. He is a simple army surgeon devastated by war, looking for peaceful living. In London, he begins a new life with Sherlock Holmes. He wishes to share the marvellous adventures of Sherlock Holmes with the rest of the world, and in his quest to understand his companion, Dr. Watson would need to use all the tools he has in possession, as he initially does to root out Holmes' profession. He may fall short to the genius of Sherlock Holmes, but, his curiosity and medical expertise shortly become invaluable to Holmes. Dr. Watson, here, seems to be motivated in studying the Human condition and the various aspects and features of the Human psyche, and, his intention to pen & publish the adventures of Sherlock Holmes is surely an exercise in that direction.    

Spanning two continents, this story is not just about the beginnings of Holmes and Watson. Much more, this story is a caricature satire on society, education, the human psyche, loyalties, love, religion and vengeance. A rising religion saves a pair of lives from the unending deserts of the Americas and sets in motion a story spanning decades, ending in the living room of 221B Baker Street. This is the story of unique and horrifying murders in London, the motive behind which is layered in passion, love, grief, vengeance and justice. Holmes and Watson pair up for the first time to witness this heartrending tale and solve the baffling murders.

P.S. - This Sherlock Holmes seems to me to be closer to the Sherlock Holmes in the book “A Slight Trick of the Mind” by Mitch Cullin and portrayed on screen by Sir Ian McKellen…

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