The farmer looked at his produce from a distance. He was happy. This year seemed better than the last year, where he made the foolish decision of growing a genetically modified variety. “Organic is the way to go.” He thought. And he was right. His hard work had paid off. The field was full of healthy little fruits. He thought that it was a smart idea to invest in the rain harvesting system, which would water the fields periodically. He called his laborers, and, on the auspicious occasion of ‘Aunte Rreb’, decided to harvest the field. He could only imagine how much money he would make this time, but more than that,he was happy that he would be able to provide his family with a better life. The tractors gently moved across the soil, plucking each fruit and carefully stocking them in the trailers behind.
The farmer was beamed with delight. His months of patience had finally paid off. As he left his farm, he looked at the barren earth behind, ready to be sown with a new crop.
Finally, the last spaceship exited the earth’s atmosphere. Every form of life on earth, from land and the oceans, had been sucked by the gigantic spaceships. The aliens came from outer space without any warning, and changed the course of mankind, leaving earth devoid of any life form.
The end.
He lay in a pool of blood, which was his own.He didn't want this fight, but he got dragged into it. Like the wrong person at the wrong place. The night sky looked beautiful. The view subdued the smell of blood and rotting flesh around him. He looked at his injuries. He lifted his right hand and tried to remove the shrapnel lodged in
his left chest.But he was too weak.Blood oozed profusely from every orifice created by his enemies. He was alive, but so close to death. Only a miracle could keep him alive.
The sun was on the cusp of the mountains. "It will be morning soon, and I am still alive", he thought.
" Another day of endurance? Agony and pain?"
"No one come forward and took me to a doctor yet. And no one will."
"I wish i was dead".
Bhishmapithamah closed his eyes for the last time, and the eighth Vasu,who was master of his own death, lay dead.
And that's what everyone thought. The Pandavas lost their grandfather. Shikhandi was happy to kill Bhishma, but he knew that this was the end of his life's purpose.
But Bhishma, a demi god, who had defeated the great Parshurama himself, knew that death meant destruction of the soul. He decided to play dead, so that
fools could burn his body. He was glad that he was still alive, and also, tired of the vultures circling above his head.
"Bachhan saab, shot ready hai."
Bhishma loved his new body and his new role.
The end.
It was 2000 years after the great apocalypse. The flood and earthquake eventually subsided. Man slowly tried to establish a new society. New laws. He tried to make sense of things around him. The hows and the whys. Inquisitive minds pondered, while spiritual minds looked for their god.
Everyone was thrilled today. The book of God had been found. This God's might was unheard of; for, after a great battle, He finally conquered evil, and got back his wife, his soul-mate. The Gods were united, and the balance of the universe was restored. Both the God and Goddess ruled over their kingdom, happily, bringing peace and prosperity to generations to come.
The book was written by a wise sage, who had seen the Gods and their magic. The book was declared sacred , to be revered and respected by all.
The sacred book was titled 'Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jayenge'.
The end.
