The Last Post: End of the Series! And End of More???!!!!!!

This is how it ends. This series is looking towards its completion. I am not yet sure if this blog will fulfill its destiny, the reason for which it was actually conceived. Like the previous two posts in this series (which you may find right below as you scroll down), I begin it with the same conviction as the other two. But only time can tell if its judgements will be appreciated of at least accepted in its own time or later. More than that time will only tell if it gives the answers I went in search of. The answers you are in search of!!!!!!!
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25-10-07
Chennai

The impulsive reaction yielded no results. Sometime later, the pain became unbearable. It happened around 11 O clock. The simulatory tests for assessing preparation prior to the main test were in progress. What stung me on my neck was a mystery which I had no answer to. But I had a weird feeling something was wrong. I returned home warily. I lied down on my bed and passed out due to the pain. Sometime later, the symptoms began to show. My whole body felt different inside me. I rushed to the mirror. There were striations all over my face. My tongue was a pale black. It was a gory sight. I realized that the wound on my neck was open. Blood was coming out. It was green in colour. I was horrified. My face had lost its usual handsome flavor. My well-built body had become frail. My charming smile was just a pained twitch. Then realization came. I was mutated.

I did not know what to do. I was not able to think. It was as if all my movements were controlled by someone else. My body was the bait to the torture of the clash over control between me and this external force. I could not let this happen. I summoned the rest of my strength to write this post. I could not let myself become the representative of evil. I did not want to inflict pain to others. I did not intend to be a virus commissioned by Satan. I hope to God that you who reads this blog will spread the news to others. WE’RE BEING ATTACKED. The aliens have broken into the life of humans. Protect the earth! It’s up to you. Please do not panic, for that will lead to no good. Think of me, who has already been made a scapegoat. Do you all want to end up like that?! No! So how are you going to face their huge army? There is one way. Only the one way!

Place your hope on God. Throughout, we have been searching to find the Place of God. Well, there he is. Voila!!! He is there, with all of us. In our hearts! In our minds! To guide us all in our endeavors, like he guided me to alert you all! Many people in this world wish answers to questions like ‘Where is happiness?’ or ‘Where is inner peace?’! It’s all in the perspective. If we want a thing to affect us, it will. If we believe that we are immune, we will be. Likewise, believe in your strengths. Believe you can win this war against these aliens. And you will. I can help you no more. I’m dying. Good bye my friends. Good bye earth. My last prayer to God is ‘Hope you survive’!

Where is God??????

Foreword:

1. Like my previous post, when I started writing, I had no idea what it was about to contain.
Like my previous post, this may cause fits of paranoia.
Like my previous post, this may appeal to a few and others may find it stupid.
Like my previous post, you may post your comments with full freedom with no constraints or discretion.

2. I’m sure you’re now curious to what my previous post contains. Read it first if you want to, but it offers no continuity or anything.


Prologue:


1983
Palakkad, Kerala.


The corridor was empty. Except for him. If it weren’t for the bright lights, it would have been an eerie place to be. Every step he took weighed him down. He was anxious and worried. He tried the door. It didn’t budge. It seemed that time chose to be still. He stared at the door. It should have been named ‘Eternity’ ward, he thought. Then came a cry from inside the door; it was one he could never forget. But the baby’s cry that followed relieved him. And after an infinitesimal period of time, he heard a voice, one that could never have come from any human being. He tried to trace the source, in vain. It came from no particular direction and echoed throughout the corridor. It said, ‘Your baby is born with divine powers. It has been destined to rule the world. It will make people fall to its feet. It will capture their souls and make them obsequious slaves”.


He was surprised. Shocked. And afraid. Then he heard another voice. This he could locate, as it came from the door which just then opened. “It’s a girl, sir” said the nurse.

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Place of God in the Universe:

The small meteor was heading towards him. He didn’t know what it was. But he knew it was no meteor. He knew he couldn’t just evade it. Had he struck at it hard with his club, things would have been different. But he didn’t. To the pleasure of over a billion people, he just used his club to deflect it. It went in the air and Santhakumaran Sreesanth accepted the catch.


How believable is it, that a team which couldn’t beat a minnow like Scotland or win over its other group mate, Pakistan, and lost its first super 8 match would enter the final and take the Twenty-20 world cup? Yet that is what happened. Is this because the Indians were so skillful? Or is it because that someone wanted their marionettes to act this way? If that is so, who is this puppet master?


Well people could argue that it was destiny. Or they could say that the omens pointed that way. But I guess I’m not yet insane enough to talk that shit. Swimming in Paulo Coelho’s pool of crap is not my cup of tea. So, instead of struggling with this totally irrelevant topic, despite innumerable quotes from movies and religion bursting in my brain, I move on to the epilogue (What about the story, you may ask. I’m from Tamil Nadu where the movies have no plot at all. I’m just following the tradition) There is an answer to the question, which caused this blog to be born. It may even answer many a theological puzzle and solve this mystery.

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Epilogue:

The baby did have such powers। As the divine voice had said, the baby did grow up to rule the world. People fell at its feet. She captured their hearts and made them her slaves. They rushed to do her bidding. They were overawed by her beauty. The power she exerted was so great. But at the same time, it was so gentle and amazing and characteristic of the Goddess that she is. All the rulers of that wanted her by their side. And she was the Lord of her own territory by the time she celebrated her birthday on the 4th of May, twenty four years later [:)] What more will this puppet-master do??????!!!!!!

[Do some research on the ‘date’. She has been chronicled by so many people that you cannot miss her. She continues to rule.]