A happy dream

One more dream. One more battlefield. This time it is a fight between the north and the south. What is the north and what is the south? The dream did not tell me. But it was a bloody battle. I fought for the south. We were losing. But we kept on fighting, for we knew that giving up is death. 'They' kept no prisoners. I should have been fighting for many days. I was tired. But I was always alert and conscious of the impending danger. It rained hard all the time. But the rain did not bother anyone. Everyone slept in the slush. It was not a time to make comfortable beds. We ate what we found. Some we burnt before we ate and some we ate as it was. I was covered with dirt. I have been killing soldier after soldier just to keep myself alive. One after the other everyone from my troop is dead. But I have no time to mourn. I kill people. I don't derive any pleasure from killing them; I feel no sorrow as well. I live.

I feel a thud at the top of my neck. It a bullet. And then another one just below the first. And another one, making it look like three dots in a straight line. My legs go weak and I fall flat on my back. The enemy has no time to find out who I am. But I have all the time. I see him moving for his next kill. It is atul. How can he? The grey sky turns black. I feel another bout of bullets pumped into my chest. It is again one after the other. Someone is killing a dead man. It is a professor from college I did not like. But I liked the course he taught. How can he do this to me?

I wake up in civilisation to realise that the battle has ended. Our land is not occupied. Nor did we occupy theirs. But I need to go to the enemy's land to find something. What is it? I do not know. But I need to travel. I travel by many means. I am used to the rigours of hard life. So the travel does not make me sick. But my destiny does. I reach 'there' to find the Japanese chieftain declare: We have lost many men in a battle that did not yield us anything. So we pick soldiers names from the enemy's camp at random and kill them. The names will be printed alphabetically. I request the chieftain to allow me to retire to my land. But he will not until he has seen that my name is not 0n the list. Someone comes in to declare my name is not on the list. As I hurry back, the someone comes beside me and says 'Look, the list I showed has names printed till PO and your name starts with a PR. So you never know if your name is on the list or not. So you better run.' I run, I cross lands and rivers until I finally am in a bus. It is raining heavily. I realise that I will have to live the rest of my life with the fear of someone coming to kill me. But I live. Now. End Of Dream

ps: Atul's comment on the dream: wow awesome.. i got to shoot u... chah i never hav happy dreams like those