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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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   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 and fight for establishing Islamic state in the world?” 
   “ You are totally under misconception my dear children. Neither Islam nor Prophet Mohammed ever spoke for Islamic state. In fact, according to the Holy Quran there will be life after death, because the moral consciousness of mankind demands it. Surely God will raise all those who have died, but only when he chooses to do so. A day will come when the whole universe will be destroyed and then the dead will be resurrected to stand before God. That day will be the beginning of life that will never end, and on that auspicious day every person will be rewarded by God according to his/her good or evil deeds. That day is called the Day of Judgment.  
   
   And I honestly tell you gentleman that you cannot escape; and please get ready to face the judgment day” The Mullah lost his temper and cautioned them seriously. 
   
   
   But he didn’t know that he had to pay a heavy penalty for his holy speech delivered before the hard core militants. 
   
   “ Hang with your bloody judgment, but my judgement is your death” The leader become furious and shot him dead point blank. It was not only a sudden and drastic, but also a hysterical act of the high jacks. With the gun shot there was a sudden uproar among the air passengers in the flight and they raised hue and cry. 
   “ You bloody cowards, keep silence” The militants warned them. 
   
   Then there was pin drop silence. It was not just because they were threatened, but two of the high jacks took out AK 47 rifles and pointed out the barrels towards them. 
   
   
   All the passengers robotically sat in their seats just like Kindergarten children. 
   
   
   The crew was already coffined to the cabin. There was an ocean deep silence in the flight. 
   
   “ Ladies and gentlemen, we thank you all; and for your information the flight is quite smoothly high jacked by us without bloodshed except the idiotic mullah was only responsible for digging his own grave for his headstrong behaviour. And we expect that you should all behave genteelly and don’t try to be over smart. Now you are all freed for praying God of your choice. But your countdown starts now and get ready to face your doomsday if the world governments would not yield to our demands” The leader addressed them quite arrogantly. 
   
   Few of his lieutenants were clad in the uniform of the Dubai Cops, and two of them were carrying AK 47 rifles. Two of his comrades were clad in the uniform of the flight crew. Two of the women militants, wearing the dress of airhostess and they took out 9mm pistols. 
   
   “ My God, we are going to die by a hit against another trade centre, perhaps this time Dubai world trade centre” One of the boys among the air lamented.  
   
   All the passengers broke down. So also all the crew other air passengers were terribly afraid of the jihadists. 
   
   
   But there was one monk, clad in saffron colour single piece cloth, sat in the executive class. He didn’t care for what was going on in the flight, and was busy in reading a book on ‘Bodhi Dharma’ 
   
   “ Hey man!” One of the high jacks tried to draw his attention. 
   “ Sorry gentleman, don’t you know me by appearance, and call me for curtsey as monk?” 
   “ What? Is it yourself- centered protocol?” The leader became furious. 
   “ I have addressed you all as ‘gentleman’ and so do I expect you to respect me” 
   “ Who cares you old man? After all you are just a bagger looking for asylums” One of the comrades ridiculed him. 
   “ It is quite unbecoming of you gentleman to disrespect my asceticism” The monk retaliated. 
   “ Okay we accept that you are a Buddhist monk” 
   “ Sorry my dear children, there won’t be Buddhist monk, Hindu monk, and so on and so forth” 
   “ Oh you are hurt, okay we call you simply a monk; and by the way where are you going? What are you doing in the high jacked flight?” This time the leader asked him politely. 
   “ Begging”  
   “ What?” 
   “ Yes young man most of the times I beg for knowledge; and now and then I turn round with folded hands for alms for feeding myself; and rest of the time I keep on reading Bodhi Dharma. I am sorry to say that I have been disturbed by you my children, when I am busy in reading an important topic” He was little irritated and said. 
   “ Hey man, you are getting angry, that means you are also not above passions. That is why you are quite adamant in talking to our leader; and you are after all an old monk?” One of the militants slapped him. 
   
   Except the victim, everyone in the flight felt sorry for his rude behaviour.  
   
   
   Instead of losing his temper, the Buddhist monk simply smiled. 
   
   “ Sorry gentleman it is not only a great insult to one of the greatest international religions but also you have undermined his age, as he is a pretty grand old man” Said another monk, who was a Hindu. 
   “ Shut up you mad fellow; it is none of your business; though the old monk is silent but why do you unnecessarily poking in other’s matters? You better mind your business” In reply the leader of the militants warned the Monk. 
   “ Oh! Are you referring my insensivity gentleman?” The Buddhist monk questioned him rather politely. 
   “ Yes of course, and you are not a VIP? You are just reading a book. What great is there in it? And how can you say that we have disturbed you?” The leader fixed him. 
   “ Yes of course it may not be that important for you, but for me it is as I am reading the philosophy of life, death, after death, the soul, its existence, and rebirth” Said the monk. 
   “ Wonderful! Are you sure what you said is there in Buddhism? Nor is it propagated by your monk God?” The leader put him in embarrassed questions. 
   “ Sorry gentleman, please don’t belittle any religion or individuals. For your information Lord Buddha never said that he was the incarnation of God. He said that he was only a teacher; and he only preached good things to be practiced by humanity; and he taught the eight noble paths to be followed for the good of the people in the whole world” Instead of the Buddhist monk, the other one who was a perfect Hindu tried to enlighten them. 
   “ Shut up you bastard, when I am asking him, why do you interfere? You are not clear about you religion and God; but how dare are you speaking about Buddhism, bloody idiot” 
   “ Your assessment is absolutely wrong gentleman; I have sufficient knowledge about Hinduism, its message and incarnation of God; besides other religions as well. But you are not envisaging any interest to know about the truth, and essence of all religions gentleman” 
   “ Okay Mister Monk, does Hinduism teaches anything about life, death and after death? Can you assess what will be your fate in the next few seconds in this flight?” The leader put the barrel of the gun to his forehead. 
   “ It’s okay gentleman, I never take your harsh words to my heart; and so also neither emotions nor feelings, consequent on your comments or compliments. In fact, truly I am not for them. I never fear death. I am sure it certainly comes to everybody, some day or the other as no living being is immortal including you gentlemen. 
   
   As you have asked me about the mysteries of life, death, in between and after, I try my best to answer”  
   
   “ Okay we welcome it, but before you spell out you must be cautious about the fact that you will have to lose your life if you fail to convince us”  
    “ Okay dear and I take your challenge to my heart. From ancient times there have been atheistic and agnostic thinkers in the world who have been denying the existence of the soul after the death. One such group is Charvakas, who believe that the body itself is the soul and that the soul doesn’t exist outside of the body; and when the body dies, the soul is also dead and gone” The monk, who was a Hindu explained him the Buddhist philosophy in simple language. 
   “ You bloody idiot! Why are you diverting the issue? When I have asked about your religion and God, why are you beating round the bush by naming another useless sect?” 
   “ Sorry gentleman. You have ignored the fact that all religions are true. It was Lord Buddha, who spoke to his disciples that even without the Buddha, the sub line teacher; they should understand whatever doctrine and discipline taught and made known by him would be their teacher, when he is gone. And the last advice to all his disciples by Lord Buddha was that all component things in the world are changeable. They are not ever lasting. Only through hard work, one can attain salvation.  
   
   Then the Lord lapsed into the Janna stages, going from level to level, ever deeper and deeper. Then he came out of meditative absorption for the last time and passed into nirvana(death), leaving nothing whatever behind that can cause rebirth again in this or any other world” The monk though he was a Hindu, felt sad to declare the final stages of Lord Buddha. 
   
   “ Fine, a wonderfully story; and a beautiful narration of Lord Buddha and his Doctrine by a useless person, I mean a Hindu buffoon” The leader laughed at him. 
   “ Well I may be a buffoon, but it doesn’t mean that I should not know about other religions like Islam, Christianity and so on and so forth gentleman” He felt pity over the narrow minded militants. 
   “ Hey Mister it is very clear that Charvakas and the Buddhists do not believe in the existence of the soul as separate from the gross body, then why do you threaten him?” An old man sitting in the executive class cut him to size.  
   
   He was another interesting character in the high jacked flight. 
   
   “ Who are you man? Why do you intervene unnecessarily?” One of the militants pointed out the gun against him. 
   “ Shut up you mad fellows, you have only interfered and taken away our precious time. When everybody is busy in thinking about their future; and when I am doing my work you have disturbed me, and on the contrary you are questioning me?” His metallic voice was so high that everybody in the flight became panicky. 
   
   Earlier they couldn’t hear such a thunder voice; and consequently they shivered among themselves and became speechless.  
   
   
   The air passengers in the hostage of the militants were terribly shocked to see the wordy battle between the militants and the high jacks for their unholy acts and about their abnormal behaviour and attitudes.  
   
   
   They could neither understand nor predict to what extent those debates and challenges go; and finally they lost hope of survival from the high jacked flight. 
   
   
   Unmindful about what was going in the high jacked flight, the grand old man as usual continued to do his work on the lap top. 
   
   “ The world has already experienced the wrath of destruction and devastation in the last two world wars. It is all the past history of the world. There are necessary causes and consequent curses for both the unholy and unhealthy wars. The war heroes are not the martyrs, and gladiators, but they remain as dead in the mounds. 
   
   But now, what is happening inside the flight is neither the true history of the modern man nor the holy war against the unholy things. They are the most heinous crimes and barbarous acts committed by the inhuman and unethical populace, who are only the select few. 
   
   
   There is apparently nobody ready to fight against the jihadists for the cause of the innocent people. Nor there is a noble character to fight for a noble cause. It is nothing but a curse of the mankind against the mankind. 
   
   
   The international machinery, with most efficient and experienced officers of both uniformed, plain clothes, and intelligence branches have failed miserably to hold back a half a dozen of disgruntled and desperados, who are just handling the smuggled guns and bombs.  
   
   
   Is anybody there in the flight ready to retaliate? Nor does anybody is interested to know about the agency which is responsible for the sabotage?  
   
   
   The answer is simply no, why because of fear of one’s own life rather than sacrifice for others. 
   
   
   Is it not quite strange that none of the air passengers in the flight are trying to know who they are? What for they are high jacking the flight? 
   
   
   The high jacks except being youth, carrying the sophisticated weapons, they are not that courageous; and they are even mismatch to be compared with the sea pirates; or even with the highway dacoits, as the latter have at least guts to fight vis-à-vis with the resisters. They are only forced to commit jihad in the name of their religion.  
   
   
   But now they are styling themselves in the air as James Bond 007 with a hired golden gun posing for stills rather than for any right cause of action.  
   
   
   Further they are tuned by the religious fanatics, who have neither gut to answer public nor to show their faces to the media. They are half human and half animal, as half of their life they spend in jungles and the remaining half in the dens, designed by themselves, and sometimes in Multi Specialty Hospitals and finally in the burials” The old man had been busy in typing in his lap top; without caring the militants; and also what was happening around him. 
   
   “ Hey man! I am calling you only, do you hear me or are you deaf and dumb?” The commander drew his attention. 
   “ Don’t shout I am neither deaf nor dumb, but in fact you might have been deaf and dumb and besides blind too” 
   “ What the hell are you talking old man?” The deputy commander put the barrel of the gun to his temple region. 
   “ Bloody idiot, how dare are to point out the barrel of the gun to me?” The old man became furious. 
   “ Hey old man don’t over pose yourself. It is enough even if we open air fire, your heart beat will stop on hearing its sound only and we need not fire you point blank. 
   
   Oh! Poor man after seeing the deadly fire arms in our hands also you could not fear means either you must be a mad man or a fool”  
   
   “ Stop talking nonsense, bloody fellows. In fact I feel that you are really mad people. And then why should I care for you bloody bigots; and narrow minded people? Don’t you know the truth?  
   
   And after all every one of you are born to human beings, but not to demons or devils?” 
   
   “ What?” The deputy commander became furious on seeing his arrogance. 
   “ Why are you so callous old man?” He asked him at once. 
   “ It is not arrogance, but the strength and courage behind my faith in truth” Said the old man.  
   “ What is your over confidence? Do you think that you are only the pious man on the Earth?” 
   “ Yes, I am hundred percent confident, because I never speak a lie and I am only speaking the facts” 
   “ What rubbish are you talking man? As long as you continue your journey in this flight, you have to follow our command and caution invariably and you cannot disobey us. Or if you still behave indecisively, you cannot escape from our wrath, least your life will end more pathetically” The leader hinted.  
   “ Shut up you bloody fool; you are not an omnipotent and you can’t decide anybody’s fate nor dictate terms to me” 
   “ How dare are you to call our commander as fool?” The deputy commander of the militants got irritated. 
   “ Bloody idiots to warn you, do you think that I need guts? I warn you again that you are digging your graves” The old man became furious. 
   “ You cultureless brute, don’t you understand the seriousness of the situation? And don’t you have common sense?” The commander warned him. 
   “ What is common sense? Do any of you know it? And don’t forget the fact that common sense includes manners also, that is the one and only difference between you and the common man” Said the old man. 
   “ Hey old man! We are not uncivilized people. We need not learn lessons from anybody. You have crossed your limits and gone to the extent of teaching us idiotic lessons?” The deputy commander of the high jacks grew wild. 
   “ Just shut your mouth, I will smash you bugger” The old man looked at him seriously. 
   
   To every body’s surprise the deputy commander of the militants fell on the carpet unconscious.  
   
   “ Are you really threatening us or acting as a buffoon in a drama; or a joker in a circus?” The leader of the high jacks laughed at him. 
   “ I am not a buffoon; I am the omnipotent; I am the creator and the destroyer of everything in this universe.  
   
   I pity you idiots; and in spite of my repeated warnings also you have got the ado city to call me a joker? But in fact you are all looking like jokers to me; I could see all your future, including your dooms day” The old man became wild. 
   
   “ Hey old man you are talking too much and thinking high of you” Said the leader seriously. 
   “ Go and check your deputy and I abruptly end his existence henceforth in this world”  
   “ Don’t claim as if you are having superhuman powers. It is all a technique, and after some time he will get up” The leader didn’t believe him. 
   “ Better check him, and I truly certify that he is no more” The old man said seriously. 
   
   Two of the militants examined their deputy, but they found in him neither the pulse nor the breath.  
   
   “ Sorry comrade the deputy is no more” They declared. 
   “ What?” The leader was shocked.  
   “ Yes of course, I have told you already, but you fools you do not understand. But I think some of the sensible passengers on board might have understood my philosophy” The old man said. 
   
   There was absolute serenity. And no one dared to respond.  
   
   “ I am sure that nobody believes you. But, it might be only your feeling; but none of the air passengers of course do any of you?” The leader of the high jacks asked the passengers. 
   “ They are under shock, having been high jacked by you; and how can you expect them to speak truth man?” The old man responded at once. 
   “ Don’t talk rot” He shouted the old man. 
   “ Strange! I am not, but I think the reverse is quite apt for you” The old man said seriously. 
   “ Are you mad or what old man?” One of the militants tried to raise his hand to beat him, but he couldn’t. 
   “ I do mean what I said but it is up to you to assess to whom it reflects and what will be your fate?” The old man looked at him seriously. 
   
   His right hand became defunct with paralysis. 
   
   “ Hey mister, what is that you have done to my comrade?” 
   “ Nothing” 
   “ What?” 
   “ Yes” 
   “ Then why has he suffered from paralysis, when he raised his hand against you?” 
   “ It is only his fate and he has to reap the consequences against raising his hand against an old man” The old man threatened him. 
   “ Mister! You are crossing your limits, when the death is not far away from you?” The leader warned him. 
   “ Bloody stupidity! You can’t say that you bloody jokers! In fact you don’t know that your doomsday is fixed, just wait and see when, where and how?” The old man said. 
   “ Shut up, how dare are you to point out us? No fool will behave like you when the flight is high jacked. Quite strange even under tense situation also you are simply typing in your Lap Top means you must be insane” The leader passed a commented on him. 
   “ I don’t mind you calling me by whatsoever name, but you must remember that you are just nothing and after all an entity in this universe but I am solely responsible for everything either creation or destruction in the universe” 
   “ Who are you man? What the hell are you talking?” The leader reacted at once. 
   “ I have just told you all about me, but still you poor chaps you are still confused” 
   “ We don’t have time to hear your stories; tell us straight man whether are you a cop? Or a secret agent to India?” 
   “ Poor fellows you need not suspect me in that way. I am just writing your future” 
   “ Strange! You are forecasting our future and do you want us to believe it? Are you an astrologer or a tantric?” 
   “ You are wrong, and I am not and it is not just forecasting, but I am deciding your fate” 
   “ Super; it is indeed a good joke of the year!” 
   “ You bloody sinners; you have been going on committing sins. You don’t deserve to live in this world. And even after death also you will suffer a lot for your heinous crimes that you have committed” The old man spell out their future. 
   “ Are you cursing us man?” 
   “ No, if it were so, you would have vanished by now” 
   “ Shit! Are you playing with us man? Don’t thinking that we are kids’. Don’t you see deadly weapons in our hands?” The leader pointed out the AK 47 to the old man. 
   “ I pity you poor fellow. Inspite of my revealing also still you trying to threaten me and the passengers with your gun? What is that you are going to do with these innocent people?” “Then are you going to fight with us to release them?” The leader challenged him. 
   “ Do you think I simply keep quite?” 
   “ Mr. old man, your countdown has started” The commander cocked his AK 47 and aimed against him. 
   “ I see” The old man laughed at him. 
   “ Hey mad man! Why are you laughing? Don’t forget that you are on the edge of death?” One of the militants declared he will be gun down to death. 
   “ I pity your innocence and ignorance. In spite of my telling you in advance, and cautioning you, none of you are bothered at all”  
   “ You bloody old man, are you living in illusions?” Said the commander. 
   “ You fools I am not, but are you? And you couldn’t understand the philosophy of life”  
   “ It is quite ridiculous. You are neither the creator nor the destroyer old man” Said the leader. 
   “ How could you say that?” The old man became furious. 
   “ Because of your over confidence, you don’t understand the present situation that you have become our hottest target now. Get ready to die; and pray your God old man” Said the leader. 
   “ You fools, are you searching for fool’s gold?” The old man laughed at them. 
   “ I am killing you old man” The commander opened fire point blank against him in auto motion to prove his existence. 
   
   There were huge sounds and resounds of gun shots, but there were no bullet injuries found on the old man. 
   
   “ What!” The commander astonished. 
   “ You idiots, you can’t do anything against the nature. And nobody can overcome death, nor is it in your hands? I only decide it” The old man spoke his philosophy. 
   “ It is not a strange thing man! It may be purely your luck; or it might be a magic or some kind of hypnosis, performed by you only to divert our attention” The leader said.  
   
   But, the old man smiled. 
   
   “ Are you not serious even at the altar of death also? Are you a psychic man?”  
   “ No, I am not, but in fact I am seeing in you the qualities of a psychic” 
   “ Rubbish! What nonsense are you talking?” The leader shouted him. 
   “ Come on comrades it is time for us to prove what are we; and our ideology, besides our strength too. I say shoot him at once” The leader ordered.  
   
   As soon as the order was spell out from the mouth of the leader, the militants raised their weapons and aimed at the old man. 
   
   “ You fools! Are you threatening me? Am I looking like a kid to be scared off you idiots? And don’t over pose yourself by carrying toy pistols?” Said the old man. 
   “ How can we believe your hypothetical statement that what we carrying are only toy pistols?” 
   “ Then look at yourselves” Said the old man.  
   
   They observed at once. 
   
   “ What!”  
   
   Not only the High jacks but also the air passengers and the crew were shocked and surprised to see what were there in the hands of the high jacks.  
   
   
   The automatic weapons which the high jacks were carrying appeared to be only toy pistols. How it happened? Was it a mystery? Or was it an illusion?  
   
   
   Neither anybody knew nor anyone could guess as what had happened? 
   
   
   Eight member team, with the toy pistols high jacked the international flight, carrying126 passengers on board, with two pilots, and four member crew. How impractical it was? Really it was a strange thing to see.  
   
   
   And the scenario in the flight was slowly changing. 
   
   
   It revealed the strength of the militants. Now the weapon of offence only became the bone of contention between the High jacks, and the passengers along with the flight crew. 
   
   
   The commander of the high jacks tried to hold the self styled creator and tie him to the seat. But, surprisingly there was nobody in the seat; instead there were multiple bullet holes all over the seat. 
   
   
   Not only the high jacks, but also the passengers and the crew were all taken a back. They all observed all around in the flight and henceforth they could not find the old man in his seat. 
   
   
   There couldn’t be any living being on the Earth, which could be totally free from fear, for at least a fraction of second; the lion, the tiger, the African Elephant, and so also the human beings are no exception; and what if the Jihadists carrying toy pistols and guns and aim at the innocent people? They hold their breath for few seconds under terrible shock. But still they neither decided what they experienced was real, nor a myth, nor the character of the old man was only an illusion. 
   
     
   
   
   Chapter: 2 
   
   
     
   
   In India at New Delhi on 20 
   th 
    May, 2014, and it was 1030 hrs, counting was going on for the general elections in the biggest democratic countries in the world. 
   
   
   The party in power in India was in shock with the down trends. Almost all the people in Indian came on to the streets distributing sweets, expressing their happiness by various ways and means like celebrating the festivals of Holy with multiple colours, and Dewali with crackers. 
   
   
   The news spread like wildfire throughout length and breadth of India that the party in power was losing, as the opposition party was far ahead of the ruling party in the elections. 
   
   
   The entire administrative missionary including the police and the revenue in the cities declared red alert. All the three forces of India were kept on toes at vulnerable points, not for the amazing results in the general elections, but for the high jacking of the international flight. 
   
   
   So far the high jacks did not made out their demands. They only informed that they high jacked the International flight. 
   
   
   The world had not forgotten the ghastly episode of attack on world trade centre in the USA in the year 2001. 
   
   
   The high jacks took the flight towards Sharjah, their destination as planned by them before the flight was high jacked. 
   
     
   
   
   Chapter: 3 
   
   
     
   
   In the air and in the high jacked flight. 
   
     
   “ By the way I am Mr. Jinnah, bound to New Delhi” He smiled and introduced himself to his co-passenger. 
   ” Well, I am Miss. Sania bound to Hyderabad” 
   “ Are you from Dubai?” 
   “ No” She said 
   “ Sharjah” He asked her to confirm. 
   “ No I am from Pakistan” She replied him. 
   “ Then why have you come to Dubai?” 
   “ My parents never permit me to go to India, if I tell them the truth. And of course there is no direct flight from Pakistan to India. It also is quite unfortunate that we never had friendly relations with India and that is why I have just come to Dubai to make my parents believe that I am going to see a tournament at Dubai. And from here I have planned to fly to India” She simply narrated her story in brief. 
   “ Are you scared Miss. Sania?” Dr. Jinnah just asked her. 
   “ For what?” 
   “ Regarding the hijacking of our flight; and the episode of the old man?” 
   “ I could not understand who have done it and what for they have hijacked the flight? But now as you appraised off me the situation, I am really sacred sir” Miss. Sania expressed her feelings in low voice. 
   
   He was a knowledgeable person and he could immediately assess that she was a minor and alone travelling. 
   
   “ They will never kill anyone Sania” He assured her. 
   “ But they have killed even the Mullah, who was a true Muslim and so also attempted on the life of the grand old man sir” 
   “ It is over Sania, may be the victims opposed them. Or it might be the strategy of the militants that by killing an innocent they wanted to scare all of us” 
   “ Then are you scared of them sir?” 
   “ No I am not Sania” 
   “ Sir can we guarantee everybody’s life in the flight sir?” She asked him quite innocently. 
   
   He knew that it was a quite irrelevant question put to him as they were neither cops nor secret agents. 
   
   “ I appreciate you for your courage to travel alone at this age Sania” 
   “ Thank you sir, but you could not give them an assurance” 
   “ It is not in my hands Sania, nor am I a gladiator to protect you all?” 
   “ Then at least do you know who they are sir?” She was eager to know about them. 
   “ Yes I know that they are militants” 
   “ To which country they belong sir?” 
   “ I think they are all from Pakistan”  “But why they are in the uniform of Dubai cops?” 
   “ Perhaps they wanted to sabotage the plane and hence they have taken shelter under the guise of Dubai nationality” He said simply. 
   “ Are they not the agents of ISI?” 
   “ May be, but I am not sure” 
   “ Then, what the Hell are they doing sir?” She asked him quite innocently. 
   
   He knew that it was a stupid question. He understood that she was a minor and that this might be her first experience. 
   
   “ I think you also don’t know. Shall we ask them sir?” 
   “ No, not necessary Sania, I know that they are doing their job” 
   “ What job sir?” 
   “ It may be to create terror” 
   “ I couldn’t get you sir” 
   “ I mean they want to create great terror” 
   “ For what sir?” 
   “ To make the world governments to shake and the people to shiver under fear of terrible pain of brutal killings” 
   “ Is it your prediction? Or just tossing in the air sir?”She again asked him innocently. 
   “ Sorry Sania I am neither an astrologer nor at least a face reader. But I have understood something strange about them through media. I suspect that they are jihadists, and also there are many such incidents occurred earlier in most of the countries in the world” He just said. 
   “ But, I have seen them today only; and for me it is a quite unfortunate day sir” said Sania. “Yes of course, it is not for you alone Sania, but for almost all of us, who have boarded this flight today is an unforgettable day” 
   “ Sorry sir if I have taken your precious time by putting you umpteen questions” She said apologetically. 
   “ No, not at all Sania, I am not that impatient to answer any number of questions Sania” He replied politely. 
   “ Sir, I fear that there are aged people, besides women and small kids too. If anything adverse does happen or anybody suffers from any serious ailments, what is their fate sir?” She expressed her doubt. 
   “ Don’t bother Sania, we have a fine doctor in the flight” He assured her. 
   “ Is it? Who is that God sent man sir?” Sania asked him anxiously. 
   
   There was suddenly an interruption, and one of the high jacks drew their attention. 
   
   “ Mr. Jinnah, don’t take our silence as advantage, and talk as you like” The leader of the high jacks pointed out the barrel of his gun to him. 
   “ I am sorry gentleman; I don’t mean that, as the girl is frightened, I have just tried to cajole her” 
   “ Will you please shut your mouth and do your business?” 
   “ Sure, but in fact my business starts now only gentleman” 
   “ Are you a cop Mr. Jinnah?” The commander of the high jacks asked him. 
   “ Your are quite wrong gentleman” “I suspect that you are a secret agent to India?”  
   “ Sorry gentleman. For your information I am a doctor by profession” 
   “ Quite interesting. What is your specialization?” The leader tried to elicit his knowledge in medicine.  
   “ I have done master’s degree in psychiatry and now my concern is the passengers in the flight; and almost most all are in panicky, especially the aged, the women and the kids. They may need my treatment. If you permit me, I am ready to treat them and council them” He spoke to them politely. 
   
   While one of them had been guarding him, the remaining went to the cabin of the crew and discussed among them and finally they decided. 
   
   “ Are you a Muslim? And are you a citizen of Pakistan?” 
   “ Yes I am a citizen of Pakistan as I am born and brought up there only. But, I am not a Muslim” 
   “ What?” 
   “ Yes gentleman, I am sorry to disappoint you, but I only said truth” Mr. Jinnah said coolly. 
   “ Nonsense, born and brought up in the land of Pakistan, name is Mr. Jinnah, speaking Hindi, Urdu and Arabic so fluently; but still you have got the audacity to deny yourself a true Muslim” The commander said seriously. 
   “ I didn’t speak anything wrong gentleman; but I only said that I am not a Muslim” 
   “ Shut up” 
   “ I am sorry I can’t tell you a lie to please you gentleman” 
   “ Better shut your mouth” 
   “ You are unnecessarily becoming angry with me gentleman?” 
   “ You bloody fellow don’t irritate me with your callous attitude” The leader gave a knockout punch on his left shoulder. 
     
   “ Oh my lord forgive them please” Mr. Jinnah suffered severe pain as his left collar bone was fractured. 
   “ Shut up you bastard and no one will save you”  
   “ It’s okay, but I told you the fact gentleman; and if you want to see my passport you may please” He hold his pain and replied. 
   “ Quite idiotic replay; what is the sanctity of your useless passport? If they are really useful for screening, how could we sabotage the flight man?” 
   “ In some cases, what you said may be true, but not all times. But, I am carrying original passport and I am not speaking any falsehood. The fact is that my mother is a Muslim and my father is a Hindu. Now it is up to you to decide, to which religion I belong?” 
   “ Obviously you must be a Muslim” Said one of the militants. 
   “ No, I am neither a Hindu nor a Muslim; and certainly not the third one, i.e. the blend of the two; and so I call myself as an alien on the earth without any caste, creed and cult” 
   “ Shut up you bastard“The commander lost his tongue. 
   
   Now the situation turned tense. Everybody was anxious to hear more from their interaction; and most of the hostages felt relief as they were spared and Mr. Jinnah only became their hot target. 
   
   “ I don’t understand. Why are you angry with me gentleman?” 
   “ Idiot, do you want to make us fools? Or trying to tell us another interesting story? Don’t be over smart man? We know how to cut you to size, the comrades hold his hands tight” The leader grew wild. 
   
   As soon as the order came from the commander, two of his militants held his both hands back and tied them with a piece of rope. 
   
   “ Come on comrades take him and examine him thoroughly” 
   “ Hey man move, move as fast as we are” One of the militants put the pistol at his temple region and dragged him. 
   “ Do you want to test people by seeing their genitals and then only you confirm their religion gentleman?”  
   “ Shut your mouth; otherwise your tongue will be cut” The commander shouted him.  
   “ Okay gentleman if you have decided to see them I have no objection. But I request you to avoid your women comrades please. Later you can’t guarantee me free from their molestation, because your squad also comprised of some beautiful and hungry women” Mr. Jinnah appealed to him. 
   “ Shut up you rascal” One of the women High jack’s slapped him. 
   “ Sorry I said hungry instead of angry. Anyway I thank you beauty for your spontaneous reaction” 
   
   Another lady in uniform kicked below his lower abdomen. He felt severe pain as her kick directly hit his genitals. 
   
   “ Good kick! It seems you have been closely concentrating on that only dear” Dr. Jinnah tried his best to with hold his pain and said smilingly. 
   “ Don’t talk rubbish, shut your mouth idiot” The lady comrades’ tried to drag him towards the cabin, for physical test as ordered by their commander. 
   “ No comrades, you please wait, and our brothers will do that and finish him” Said the commander. 
   
   Later the militants along with male comrades dragged him towards the cabin of the crew for physical check-up. 
   
     
   
   
   Chapter: 4 
   
   
     
   
   It is exactly1030 hrs GMT, in the state of Andhra Pradesh in India. 
   
   
   There is a 2 
   rd 
    grade Municipal city, called Tadepalligudem, in West Godavari District in the state of Navyya Andhra Pradesh. 
   
   
   In the Municipal town of Tadepalligudem, there was a Hindu crematorium.There was a huge Statue of Lord Shiva at the very entrance of the crematorium, which was having a compound wall all around and a gate with lock and key. The care taker of the crematorium was busy in arranging wooden logs for the cremation of the dead body of a popular political leader. 
   
   
   A funeral procession had just reached the burial ground. And the dead body was kept on the funeral prey and his son lit fire and soon the dead body was on flames” 
   
   “ Will you please preserve some more ashes of my father?” The son of the dead requested the care taker and gave him one more pot. 
   
   He wanted to make his political entry in place of the dead, i.e. his father. Perhaps the caretaker understood his logic and his mellow drama in the presence of his supporters and high command for gaining political sympathy in the by election and looked at him seriously, but without any expression on his face. He tried to comfort him by asking him to sit in a small roofed shed, where one could hear the slokas from Bhagavath Geetha, which speaks about the philosophy of life in between birth, death and what happens after death. 
   
   
   If anybody minutely observes here, they can certainly find the world’s greatest philosopher in caretaker of the burial, as there is always an infinite question mark on his face, as  
   
   ‘ Who will be the next?  
   
   What is life after death?  
   
   
   Where all the dead bodies are going? 
   
   
   How long has he to keep the gates to open?’ 
   
   
   And on the other side of the Hindu grave yard, there was a Christian burial ground, where the burial of a christen father, aged 80yrs was taking place. 
   
   
   And near to the Church there was an old Mosque situated, with its back side grave yard, and the Muslim brothers just buried the dead body of a poor Muslim boy who died in a road accident and later offered prayers. 
   
   
   At the Cathedral, the church father summoned all the kith and kin of the dead and offered prayers for the departed soul to live in peace. 
   
   
   After they buried the Muslim dead body, the Mullah of the Mosque asked all the kith and kin of the dead to congregate with their traditional caps, and later offered prayers to the almighty. 
   
   
   In the first half of the day one body each in all the three burials was disposed off. But it was uncertain whether the gates were to be kept open till sunset for another one to come. 
   
   
   
   Chapter: 5 
   
   
   
   In the air; and in the High jacked flight: 
   
   “ Who are you?” The leader of the High jacks asked the next passenger to Jinnah. 
   
   The next to Dr. Jinnah was Miss. Sania, a Pakistani National and was a student of plus two. Now it was her turn to respond to their quarries. 
   
   
   She was virtually shivering. She tried her best to screen her feelings. She was silent for a while as she couldn’t open her mouth, fearing that her identity would be known to them. 
   
   “ Hello! Are you deaf or Dum? Who are you? Why are you not answering me?” The commander asked her again in high tone. 
   
   She understood that she couldn’t escape unanswered. 
   
   “ I --- I am Sania” She replied, but her voice was not clear. 
   “ Say loudly” 
   “ Saina—Sania” 
   “ Are you a Shea or a Sunni?” The commander again questioned her seriously. 
   
   She could not tell him her details as she didn’t want to become a prey for their anger by disclosing her sect in Islam. 
   
   “ You bloody bitch! Do you want to expose your erotic beauty to public? Are you posing yourself as Miss Universe?” He shouted her. 
   
   She couldn’t speak, but nodded her head as ‘no’ 
   
   “ Then, why haven’t you covered your face and body with the traditional black veil (Buraka)? Aren’t you a Muslim? Don’t you respect Holy Quran?”  
   
   She became silent spectator  
   
   “ Bloody shame on your part. Your parents deserve to be shot dead for bringing you up quite untraditionally and against the customs and traditions of Islam” Said the commander seriously. 
   
   She had no answer. 
   
   “ Where are you going?” 
   “ I am just leaving Pakistan to learn Tennis” 
   “ Don’t try to be over smart baby, tell your destination” 
   “ I am going to India” 
   “ Shut up, you dirty devil, India is a country, and be specific as to which place in India?” 
   “ In Sania Mirza’s International Tennis Academy, Hyderabad” She just revealed. 
   “ Bloody stupidity. Don’t you know that games and sports are forbidden for Muslim Women? Come on tell me, who are your parents? What are they doing?” He insisted her. 
   
   In the meanwhile Dr. Jinnah was brought back in half nude after physical check up. 
   
   
   They observed him so minutely. 
   
   “ Shall I wear my trouser and upper please?” 
   “ You son of a bitch” One of them gave him a powerful punch on his left shoulder. 
   
   He could not with stand his balance and fell on Sania, unable to balance himself. 
   
   “ I am sorry” He said politely though he was suffering severe pain but tried to withhold his feelings. 
   
   Sania observed him. There was a severe fracture to his left collar bone as it was swelling. On seeing his condition, she became panicky and suffered terrible shock and fell unconscious. 
   
   “ I am sorry to caution you gentleman that she is in severe shock and fainted, she needs immediate medical assistance or otherwise her heart function will stop” Dr. Jinnah explained her condition to them. 
   
   The other co passengers also appealed to them to save her. Then  
   
   
   the high jack’s freed the hands of Dr. Jinnah. 
   
   
   He started treating Sania. 
   
     
   
   
   Chapter: 6 
   
   
     
   
   In the world Scenario:  
   
     
   
   Now it was not the problem of India and Pakistan. But it engulfed the entire world. There were hot line talks between the heads of the nations. 
   
   
   Most of the people of 21 
   st 
    century were lucky and they were happy because they never saw the wrath of the two world wars. But, now they were all scared because they might stand as witness to the third World War as the conditions were forcing the super powers to take sides and it would spark the modern world with mounting pressure on the big powers to inject Religion into politics and thereby capture the situation to their favour. 
   
   
   The world had been divided into two major groups as pro- Islam with all the Muslim dominating states and anti- Islam constituting non- Islamic states and was responsible for provocation of the heads of the states into two groups to ignite another war, which would be the one and the only war, and perhaps the final war for end of the mankind, the third world war. 
   
   
   There had been changing equations. Military of almost all the countries were on the move. The countries, which were having potential threat, had put their forces on toes in the eventuality of happening of any worst thing. 
   
   
   The world had already experienced two world wars. Those dead in the two world wars only remain in heaps and mounds of burials, and known to history as destructions, devastations and war loses. 
   
   
   But now what happening was not a history. It remained as only heinous crime in the criminal history of the world. It had no page in the true history of the modern world since human civilization is at stake. 
   
   
   The international machinery miserably failed to hold back half a dozen of wanted terrorists and criminals. And one such a group was now trying to become heroes of the situation.  
   
   
   Nobody in the flight was an expert to find out or explore who they were? And what for the high jacking drama was? Were they really war heroes or gladiators?  
   
   
   Never and never as they couldn’t be even rated as sea pirates or dacoits who had at least guts to waylay and fight visa-vis.  
   
   
   But, they were the religious bigots and like Shakespeare’s Brutus with back stabbing character, who carried smuggled guns, tuned by the most wanted leaders who never came to public life at all or at any time. 
   
   
   They were half human and half animal, because half of their life they spent in jungles and the rest of their lives in jails and in hospitals and few will be middle dropped resting in unceremonial burials. 
   
   
   And the High jacks released their first bulletin. 
   
     
   
   
   Chapter: 7 
   
   
     
   
   In the air: 
   
     
   
   And in the executive class in the International Flight.  
   
     
   “ Why have you lied that you are not a Muslim Dr. Jinnah?” The leader of the High jacks said seriously. 
   “ I haven’t spoken lies to you gentlemen” He replied quite politely. 
   “ Shut up, we have seen that you are circumcised” The leader confirmed again. 
   “ Whosoever circumcised need not necessarily be a Muslim. In fact I have already told you before your people examine my genitals that I am circumcised, as now a day’s most of the people are going for circumcision as advised by doctors for keeping good health and also for hygiene purpose” He explained the cause for which he got operated. 
   
   They again fisted him mercilessly. 
   
   “ Sorry, please don’t pressurize me to speak a lie gentleman“Mr. Jinnah again requested him. 
   “ You bloody infidel” The commander slapped him. 
   “ I said I am not a Muslim, it does not mean that I am a Hindu or I worship Idols” 
   “ Bloody stupidity, are you a doctor? Or philosopher?” The commander said sarcastically.  
   “ Why do you suspect my integrity? I am a doctor by profession. I said I have no faith and I would like to be an alien who has no religion I suppose” 
   “ Wonderful! You better write stories to films” 
   “ Sure, I will definitely write when you all make this high jack drama a happy end and when you all survive” He equally retaliated. 
   “ Do you suspect our mission would fail” The commander reacted. 
   “ Yes, it is going to happen and I could visualize it gentleman” 
   “ Are you a tantric? Or a saint to forecast our future?” 
   “ Whatsoever you call me, but my guess is always a right gentleman and you will certainly fail in your assignment” 
   “ Shut up you bastard” This time, one of the militants who was carrying a gun hit him with the butt of the gun. 
   
   Blood was oozing out from his mouth, as there was an internal injury. 
   
   
   Sania felt pity over him and shed tears as he was her saver, but now he was losing his life. 
   
     
   
   
   Chapter: 8 
   
   
     
   
   On the Earth, and in the modern World: 
   
     
   
   The demands of the high jacks were not one or two to be fulfilled. Besides the release of the important hardcore militants who were in jails in most of the anti Islamic countries; they wanted compensation for the recently hanged hardcore militants and their leaders as head for head for those who are responsible for their death. This portion of the demand was rather impractical, ambiguous and there was no solution for this at this stage. 
   
   
   The heads of the states and the army and civil administration were working out seriously on the high jack of the international flight. In case if the disgruntled militants resorted to any suicidal attacks on any important and vulnerable places, there was no alternative except to bump off the flight, together with the passengers on board besides the cabin crew and the militants. But the world would never accept it and that all the citizens of the world had apathy for the innocent passengers on board. And at the same time the humanity was not ready to face the devastation of any degree what so ever it might be. In either ways the lives of the passengers were at stake. 
   
   Man had invented the missile. But when once it was pressed into action, there was absolutely no chance to hold it back except to destroy it with another much   more potential missile. 
   
   So far it was not disclosed which country was targeted? Which terrorist group had sabotaged the plane? Still there were negotiations going on between the heads of the non Islamic states and their civil administration and the military with the leaders of the high jacks through various means. But both were losing time and the fuel was exhausted on par with time. 
   
     
   
   
   Chapter: 9 
   
   
     
   
   In the high jacked flight: 
   
     
   “ Ladies and gentlemen, now you may disclose your name and identity one by one for your identity; and also to pass time and get yourself free from all tensions. But if anybody try to hide anything, they are only responsible for being thrown out of the flight. Now start from the last row please” The commander drew the attention of everybody in flight. 
   “ I am Indira Priyadarshani” A girl of five years introduced herself. 
   “ Very poor choice, perhaps your parents don’t know the most painful and pathetic end of her life” 
   “ Please don’t comment the great mother of the nation uncle; though she was cautioned by Intelligence Bureau that her life was endanger in the hands of her bodyguards only, but she denied to remove her bodyguards, who were Sikhs, saying that the Sikhs were also her children” Baby Priyadrshni retaliated. 
   
   The placenta on their face turned reddish rather darkish as their blood was boiling on hearing the name of the former Prime Minister of India Late Smt. Indira Gandhi. But he controlled himself as he might have understood the child’s psychology that they would not hesitate to speak facts under any cost, may be due to ignorance or arrogance. 
   
   “ Next person” 
   “ I am Mr. Gandhi, Professor in Mass communication and Journalism in the University of IGNOU. “What is IGNOU?” He couldn’t understand the expansion of the capital letters. 
   “ It is Indira Gandhi National open University” 
   “ Don’t you find fancy names Sohab, Ameer and pious names like Ibrahim, Kareem, and historical like Akbar, Jahengheer and Shajahan, and patriotic like Iqubal?” 
   “ Yes of course, but my grandparents are freedom fighters, my parents are scholars of History of Freedom Movement in India and that is why they have fascination for the names of the heroes of the freedom struggle” 
   “ Will it not freedom for Pakistan?” 
   “ No, it is not Freedom for Pakistan. It is freedom for Akhand Bharat i.e peninsular India” 
   “ Then you are not either a true patriot of Hindustan or Pakistan.” The leader of the High jacks commented him. 
   “ But, one should respect and accept true History, and those who have written such an unbiased history should definitely deserve respect” Prof. Gandhi equally retaliated. 
   “ Then I call it a very poor history, and useless topic, next please” Said the leader. 
   “ Iqubal” Said the next passenger. 
   “ Excellent name! He is the one and the only patriot of Islamic state of Pakistan, our motherland; do all of you understand? And next please” 
   “ I am Prof. Rama Krishna, coming from Pakistan” 
   “ Your’s is a nasty name and you are a bloody infidel. Hang yourself with your religion. If you want to stay back in our land, better convert yourself to Islam and change your name” The commander cautioned him. 
   “ Sorry gentleman, I am neither a Dubai Sheik nor a Pakistan National. I am an Archaeologist from India. I have come to Pakistan on research purpose only” Prof. Rama krishna replied. 
   “ What’s your research? And what’s your special assignment? In which way it is useful to humanity? At least will it serve bread to the poor?” 
   “ I am doing thesis on Indus Valley Civilization, and to study its geographical extent, and to elicit the truth whether it is indigenous or foreign?” Prof. R K replied professionally. 
   “ Then what is your conclusion? Is it not the first civilization of Pakistan?” The commander with full confidence and excepting it to be the first civilization of Pakistan asked him.  
   “ I am sorry to tell you gentleman that you are quite wrong in your thought and approach to civilizations. Before the evolution of man on the globe, and with the emergence of cultures and civilizations, the early human habitat couldn’t be restricted or confined to continents and countries or colonies, as the latter are invented or formed by the civilized people over a period of centuries, way back to B.C to A.D. And for your better appreciation I must tell you the real history in prehistoric times there were no geographical, racial, religious barriers and boundaries between man and man. The cultures and civilizations grew initially, starting with family to families and then to socio-economic groups which flourished subsequently wherever there were living conditions which were safe and secured for the primitive men and women in almost all the continents on the globe.  
   
   And in broader sense wherever river beds and deltas were in existence and where food sources were plenty, there flourished the world’s greatest and early civilizations” He spoke as an expert. 
   
   “ You bloody Neanderthal man, hang with your Archaeology; stones, broken pots, burials, heaps of mounds and skeletal remains” The leader of the militancy grew wild. 
   
   While the interaction was going on, Miss. Sania could able to take respire with the sustained efforts of Dr. Jinnah. In fact as a last recourse, he gave her mouth to mouth respiration. She was an asthma patient and suffering from both tonsils and bronchitis. 
   
   
   She saw at first Dr. Jinnah on regaining her conscious. 
   
   “ How are you baby? Are you okay? Are you feeling better now?” As a doctor he asked her affectionately. 
   
   She recollected what had happened. She simply nodded her head as she was safe. 
   
   
   Dr. Jinnah suspected her that she might have straight come from her hostel and got into the flight, without informing her parents about her bon-voyage. In fact she was not that fit to play or learn tennis. She must be coming to Hyderabad for some other purpose, which she couldn’t reveal and the rest of them didn’t expect. 
   
   “ Are you in love with anyone dear?” Dr. Jinnah asked her in as much as in low voice. 
   
   She couldn’t reply him at once; rather she was feeling shy to say either yes or no. 
   
   “ Your silence creates in me number of doubts Sania. I am a doctor and one has to speak facts to the doctors, but still you are avoiding me. I know that you are neither under 16 nor senior in age nor having suitable physique to learn tennis at Hyderabad. That means you are bluffing; and you are only coming to Hyderabad in the guise of learning tennis. But, a girl of this age speaks lies means it is nothing but she suffers from love germ. Am I right Sania?” 
   
   She had no option to avoid him, since he was her saver. To him, she couldn’t lie. She just nodded her head as yes. 
   
   “ Who the luckiest Prince is dear?” 
   “ Promise me sir, not to make tom- tom please” She was trying to be cautious. 
   “ I promise you, and I also assure you that if you want any help from me, I am ready to help you. Now I think you believe me and accept my promise” 
   “ I thank you sir, and I trust you” 
   “ So your coming to Hyderabad to learn Tennis is a lie, isn’t it?” 
   “ Yes sir, I am in love with a tennis player of Sania Mirza Academy. But, unless I tell my parents a lie, how could they spend huge money on me sir? 
   “ Who the smart guy is?” 
   “ Mr. Samart” 
   “ Oh my God, it is both Inter- religion and Inter State” He was initially shocked. 
   “ Do you know him sir?” she asked him out of curiosity. 
   “ Yes of course, why I alone? The entire world knows him. He is a famous tennis player of India; and by the way where have you come closer to him and fell in love with him?” 
   “ Through face book, twitter, and finally I have a selfie with him when he recently visited Pakistan sir” She replied in so much modesty and showed him the selfie in her mobile. 
   “ You bloody daughter of a bitch. How dare are you to fall in love with an infidel? Don’t you see potentiality in our Muslim boys? If you want to test, our boys are ready. Do you? ” They commented her in vulgar language, describing her body contours, unmindful about even the presence of women passengers in the flight. 
   
   The co- passengers closed their ears, unable to digest their unparliamentarily language and also closed their eyes to avoid their ugly gestures. Sania put kerchief to her mouth to screen her feelings. 
   
   
   The poor girl was frightened both by their vulgar language and indecent behaviour. Had the flight’s emergency exit was open she might have jumped out of the flight to commit suicide without any hesitation unable to bear their insult and outraging her modesty.  
   
   
   Dr. Jinnah tried to cajole her; and hinted her through his eyes not to lose her temper and outburst. 
   
   
   She understood his gestures and there after she decided not to answer anybody.  
   
   “ Sir, may I ask you one question please?” 
   “ Yes, you are most welcome baby” 
   “ Are you the same man?” 
   “ Who?” 
   “ The God who disappeared” 
   “ No, I am not God. I am neither a creator nor a destroyer. You need not brain storm yourself about me Sania” 
   “ But still I hope and do believe that you are the one and the only person, more than earthly man and something more than humane to tell the truth” 
   “ Really I am not or at least God sent man. I am just an ordinary human being like you Sania” Dr. Jinnah tried to convince her.  
   “ But what happened to that grand old man?” Sania asked him rather curiously.  “I too don’t know. Perhaps he might have been disappeared” 
   “ But how could this happened sir?” 
   “ They might have slain him” 
   “ What sir?” 
   “ Yes Sania they might have killed him” 
   “ Then where is his dead body sir?” 
   “ May be they have thrown him out or secreted him somewhere in the flight” 
   “ Again you are putting me under terrific fear sir” 
   “ What I said is not gospel truth, but it is only my suspicion Sania” 
   “ Then why don’t you ask them sir?” “Of course, but you want me to become the next target to go to the guillo-tine” 
   “ Sorry sir, if it is possible only you ask them, otherwise I will try”  
   “ No, you also don’t poke in. Anyway as they are losing time so also the mystery will rip open like ice melts under hot sun, and till then please keep quite Sania” He didn’t allow her to interact with them. 
   “ Oh my God! There is blood” One of the Air passengers was shocked on noticing it and raised hue and cry. 
   
   All the air passengers’ attention was drawn and they also observed it.  
   
   
   Sania looked at the militants and shivered under fear.  
   
   
   One of the militants opened the baggage box at once in the flight and found a bottle of red wine, which was dropping out drop by drop, as it’s cap was not properly screwed. 
   
   “ It was a sacred wine brought by one of the church father, who also boarded the flight. If any of you want to sip you may” Said the leader of the Militants.  
   
   No passenger dared to ask the crew even for water till then. 
   
   “ Mr. Commander there may be sugar patients, besides heart patients too and if you neglect them they may collapse. Remember Allah always says to help the needy. Please show mercy and help them” Dr. Jinnah suggested him. 
   
   When Dr. Jinnah brought the reference of Allah, it touched their hearts. And then they understood the necessity of the air passengers and they immediately freed the cabin crew and instructed them to serve whatever the air passengers want. 
   
     
   
   
   Chapter: 10 
   
   
     
   
   In both domestic and International flights, it was cabin crew who used to caution the air passengers to close their mobile phones. 
   
   
   But, in this flight even before the cabin crew drew the attention of the passengers, the militants took possession of the flight and the crew under their command and control. And most of the passengers didn’t switch off their mobiles. 
   
   
   Fortunately Dr. Jinnah’s mobile was in vibration mode. There was an important message to his mobile. He read out the message. No human down to earth man was above passions and feelings. Generally, doctors are considered to be the best councillors to their patients. But, who could council the doctors, if the latter suffer like any other common man or patient? And exactly Dr. Jinnah was facing such situation. 
   
   
   Miss. Sania could observe Dr. Jinnah from close proximity and she noticed that he was in disturbed state. 
   
   “ Is anything serious at home sir?” She asked him curiously. 
   
   He just said “Yes” 
   
   “ Sir, why don’t you demand them to return the flight to Dubai or force land at nearest air port to your Home town sir?” 
   “ They are hard core militants and are above passions Sania”  
   
   She was feeling that he even didn’t make an effort at least.  
   
   
   He understood that she was quite an innocent girl as she underestimated them and their ideology. In fact they were suicidal squad.  
   
   
   He again observed his mobile for further messages if any. 
   
   “ What is that?” one of the militants questioned him. 
   “ It’s my mobile” Dr. Jinnah replied frankly. 
   “ Haven’t you switched off your mobile?” 
   “ Yes, I haven’t” 
   “ You Stupid” The leader lost his temper and slapped him.  
   
   Now Sania could understand the fate of truth rather than a lie practically. 
   
   “ Idiot don’t you know the rules and regulations of boarding the flight? And don’t you think that we are militants?” The Commander tried to cut him to size. 
   “ I know gentleman, but it is an emergency” Said Mr. Jinnah. 
   “ What bloody emergency? Since how long you have been passing our conversation?” 
   “ Sorry, I haven’t operated my mobile ever since I have boarded the flight. I have kept it in vibration mode as I don’t want to disturb the co- passengers; and just now I received a message” “Do you have net facility to your mobile?”  
   “ Yes” 
   “ So it is confirmed. You are a bloody secret agent to India” The leader blamed him. 
   
   While Dr. Jinnah was under interrogation, one of the militants gave him a boxing punch on his face. His tooth was broken and upper lip was cut and blood was oozing out.  
   
   
   The co- passengers including Miss. Sania felt pity over his plight. 
   
   “ Hey man give your instrument” one of them tried to snatch it. 
   “ No, sorry” He raised his voice. 
   
   It drew the attention of not only the high jack’s but also the entire passengers and crew in the flight. 
   
   “ You bastard” Another militant fisted him on his right shoulder. 
   
   Though it was paining, he did not care both the physical pain and also mental stress. 
   
   “ I am sorry; I can’t forgo it as it is the one and only link between me and my patients” 
   “ You son of a bitch! This is neither a hospital nor ICU and you better hand over it to us at once” The leader threatened him. 
   “ Even during the two world wars also, the generals and the soldiers never denied the doctors and the sisters from treating the injured, but you are obstructing me to treat the patients’ gentleman” Dr. Jinnah tried to convince him. 
   “ Hang with your bloody logic. In fact every covert try to take shelter under some pretext or the other” The leader shouted him. 
   “ Sorry I don’t take any guise nor do I need it? And further I assure you that I may not come in your way please” Dr. Jinnah assured him. 
   “ Okay, show the last message and call list; and prove your integrity” 
   
   Dr. Jinnah opened his mobile and showed the message to him. 
   
   “ Mr. Rahman is on funeral prey; please attend to him at once. It is my last wish” That was all the essence of the message. 
   “ Another Cock and bull story” As usual the leader commented. 
   “ Gentleman it is not my creation. It is really a great love story of one world, between two Nations, and among three cults. And if you still don’t believe them means they are quite unfortunate; and it is purely their bad luck”  
   “ Shut up, don’t exaggerate the incidents and go on speaking high of them” 
   “ But, I am sorry to say that no woman in the world would welcome widow hood, nor claim that she has witnessed her husband on the funeral prey, unless she has a definite information gentleman” He said, but reserved his feelings in his heart. 
   
   They just listen to him as spectators, and so also the co passengers. 
   
   
   He then received another SMS message to his mobile. This time the leader of the high jacks snatched it and read the message. 
   
   “ What is the message? Will you please read it out comrade?” He requested him quite humbly. 
   
   The leader didn’t care him and nor responded to him. 
   
   “ Do any of the passengers carry Lap Top having net connection please?” The commander caused enquiry. 
   “ Yes, I have” Prof. Gandhi raised his hand. 
   
   The leader took the Lap Top from him.  
   
   “ Mr. Jinnah do you have lap top with net facility?” 
   “ Yes I have” 
   “ Then, you also open your Lap Top” 
   
   Dr. Jinnah opened his laptop, but he didn’t reveal his password. 
   
   “ Mr. Jinnah if it is truly urgency you may please reveal your pass ward” 
   “ Yes I will” Dr. Jinnah revealed his password.  
   “ We don’t mind if any of the passengers have instruments can open and see it. But don’t try to be over smart by connecting other than Mrs. Rahman, and such people will have to reap the consequences”  
   “ Mr. Jinnah please get connected Mrs. Rahman through Skype in your lap top” Said the commander. 
   
   The flight was crossing mountains and seas, but nobody could certainly say or demarcate the human created barriers and boarders between India and Pakistan in the air and in the high seas. 
   
     
   
   
   Chapter: 11 
   
   
     
   
   In India, while the results of the general election were so alarming on onside and the people were scared about what happened to them and about the fate of the country in the hands of the opposition party henceforth.  
   
   
   So also not only the people of India, but also the people all over world feared about the people in the high jacked flight. 
   
   
   On the other hand, the Hindu fanatics were seriously hurt with the actions of Mr. Rahman. And there was serious hunt after Mr. Rahman alias Ram Mohan to do away with him as he spoiled the purity of Hinduism and Hindu Dharma by converting himself into Islam and fled to Pakistan only to marry an orthodox Muslim girl by leaving his cult, country, kith and kin to dogs, and ultimately returned to India stealthily, thirty years since he had been converted to Islam.  
   
   
   But at the same time they didn’t know the fact that the Muslim fanatics were also wanted to eliminate him, if they had a chance to trace Mr. Rahaman.  
   
   
   And military in both the countries were kept standby. In case of any emergency, they should get ready to face the situation. 
   
   
   While the matters stood thus, the other countries in the world took sides and divided among themselves into two groups, one pro- Islamic World and another anti- Islamic world.  
   
   Chapter: 12 
   
   
   
   In the air and in the high jacked flight:  
   
   
   Now everybody’s concern was regarding the lives of the passengers in the hijacked flight. 
   
   
   Now the aero plane was flying under the command of the high jacks. 
   
   
   The world had not forgotten the ghastly tragedy of the flight crash on the world trade centre, in the USA. But, now the more pathetic thing than any other tragedies in the world was the ongoing funeral of Mr. Rahman on the funeral prey at Hindu cremation. 
   
   
   It was a shock to the entire Muslim community in the Islamic countries in the world. 
   
   “ Is it a film sir?” one of the co- passengers asked him out of his curiosity. 
   “ I am sorry, it is neither a film nor fiction, but a live” Said Dr. Jinnah in a feeble voice. 
   
   Now it was the turn of the militants, who for the first time in their life could see through their heart and soul about what the human relations, attachments, sentiments rather than religion and politics. 
   
   
   A Hindu marrying a Muslim was not a new thing to the world.  
   
   
   But a Hindu converted to Islam disowning his religion, culture, kith and kin, and finally leaving his motherland to marry a Muslim girl of a foe country was certainly something new to the modern world. 
   
   
   
   The Fathers of Indian and Pakistan Mr. M. K. Gandhi and Mr. M.A. Jinnah, respectively fought united against the British only for achieving the freedom for Akhanda Bharat i.e. for peninsular India. 
   
   
   And history was not silent over facts and figures. There were no separate territories like Indian and Pakistan during pre- Independence.  
   
   
   It was only the divide and rule policy of the British brought the two nation theory. In fact there were meaningful slogans by both Muslims and Hindus, as ‘Hindus and Muslims were bhai- bhai’, and ‘India and Pakistan were two eyes of a Nation i.e. India’ 
   
   
   But the post Independence era saw blood bath, and against which the father of the Nation Mr. M.K. Gandhi went fast on to death to bring harmony between the two step brothers. He even sacrificed his life only because he didn’t find any difference between the Hindus and Muslims. Even his death also could not bring harmony between the two countries.  
   
   
   Again the emergence of Bangladesh also had strained the relations; besides the already existing burning Kashmir issue. 
   
   “ Mr. Jinnah why don’t you get her connected on phone?” 
   “ Sorry gentlemen I am sincerely trying, but she is not responding. I think she might have known that the flight is high jacked, and I doubt she may not come into contact with me henceforth” 
   “ Have you honestly tried Mr. Jinnah?” 
   “ Are you suspecting me commander? When the situation is serious and it is the question of life and death how can I betray you gentleman?” 
   “ Then it’s Okay Mr. Jinnah and we will seek another alternative. And Prof. Gandhi please take back your lap top and try to get her” 
   “ Sure” Prof. Gandhi took his lap top and tried his best to get Mrs. Amrin Rahman, but in van. 
   “ Okay leave it Prof. Gandhi, we know how to get her” The leader now targeted Dr. Jinnah. 
   
   In the meanwhile, Prof. Gandhi as a freelance journalist planned and executed his professional expertise. 
   
   “ Mr. Jinnah is Mr. Rahman a Hindu?” The leader suddenly asked Dr. Jinnah. 
   “ Please wait for some time to know about his religion gentlemen” 
   “ What the hell is this? Why is his cremation taking place in Hindu burial?” The leader was upset and asked him seriously. 
   
   Dr. Jinnah was searching in his laptop and finally found the scanned diary of Mr. Rahman and showed it to them in his lap top. 
   
   “ You madcap, how dare are you to show us his diary?” 
   “ You are very much right gentlemen, Where there are no expressions, no feelings, no attachments, no sentiments, no human values, no true justice; and where there are only questions but not answers, I feel that the personal diary is the one and the only thing to speak out naked truth. Please see it once” 
   “ Are you trying to make us fools Mr. Jinnah?” 
   “ Gentlemen by reading good novels and books on general knowledge, one will be enlightened, but not become fools. And it is not a sin to know about an innocent man, whom the world has forgotten since about thirty years” He said.  
   
   Now everybody started reading the diary of Mr. Rahman. 
   
   
   It was about thirty years back diary, the oldest perhaps in the history of the greatest lovers in the world.  
   
   “ Who Am I? Am I a Muslim? Am I a Hindu? Am I a Christian? But before judging me, you must know my history first. 
   
   I am born to a Christian woman, while my father being a Hindu got himself converted to Christianity, because he loved my mother more than anything else in the world, and then he married her as per Christian customs and traditions. 
   
   
   When I was doing my doctorate in theology, I fell in love with my colleague. As she was the only daughter to her parent’s she could not hurt their feelings. I understood her sensitivity and her parents and the Mullahs did not allow me to marry Miss. Amrin Begum, since I am not a Muslim. So I got myself converted to Islam, circumcised myself and thereby the orthodox people and all her kith and kin solemnized our marriage.  
   
   
   Then started the real problem. This time, it was not with religion but with emigration. My wife was a Pakistani national. On spouse cause I wanted to fly to Pakistan, but there was nobody to look after my father in India as my mother died after giving birth to me. I then looked for an alternative; I tried to bring back my Begum to India. But she was detained in Pakistan. I was quite selfish and flew permanently to Pakistan to live with my Begum. But all days were not happy for selfish people like me. 
   
   
   On one fateful day, I received a painful message from India that my father died; and I was not permitted by my in laws and their kith and kin to fly to India to attend to my father’s obsequies in Christian customs and traditions. My wife was quite sober that she could not support me, because she was brought up under strict Muslim customs, and traditions. And I never understood what was meant by family?  
   
   
   But on one fine morning I received a letter from the care taker of the Hindu Burial. It contained the painful information that no one turned up to the funeral of my father as he disowned his religion, kith and kin only to marry my mother and as such his body was take to the burial ground as that of a destitute.  
   
   
   And no parent in the world for worst of worst happenings, and never could dream of putting fire to the funeral prey of his child.  
   
   
   But it so happened that my grandfather conducted the obscures to the dead body of my father amidst protests; and he himself performed the duty of the care taker of the burial, and for which he paid heavy penalty.  
   
   
   Such penalty was not found in any jurisprudence, because it was unknown till then to human history.  
   
   
   It was such an unethical, inhuman and beyond barbarous, i.e. when my grandfather died, his body remained at home till it is decomposed, and finally on the complaint of the neighbours to Municipal authorities the latter buried the dead body of my grandfather without any honour. 
   
   
   And the last sentence in the letter to me by the caretaker of the burial was that between wife and son, my father sacrificed my mother for my life and thus he remained an orphan. 
   
   
   When my grandfather tried to come to his rescue, the latter became orphan; and hence he finally advised me not to remain an orphan in this world.  
   
   
   And then I came to know for the first time through the care taker of the burial, who had no family and even lineage and he himself being an orphan tried his best to explain me for the first time family meant what? 
   
   
   And then I decided not to become an orphan. Good bye Amrin” That was the last letter addressed to his begum by Mr. Rahman, before he left her and stepped out from Pakistan soil. 
   
   “ Does Mr. Rahman have any children?” One of the militants asked Dr. Jinnah curiously. 
   “ As per his knowledge he has no issue, but Mrs. Amrin Rahman has a son” 
   “ What?” They were shocked. 
   “ Please don’t belittle her womanhood. She is an orthodox lady and she conceived, and before informing her husband, the latter left her and went underground gentleman” 
   “ At least did she inform her husband the birth of her son?” The leader expressed his doubt. 
   “ She tried, but she couldn’t know his where abouts” Dr. Jinnah replied politely. 
   “ But how could she know now?”  
   “ May be Mr. Rahman, who does not want to die as an orphan, might have informed his Begum” 
   “ Then why does he want to be cremated in Hindu passion? And why does he hesitate to be buried in Muslim tradition Mr. Jinnah?” That was the very next question of the leader. 
   “ Because both he himself and his father gave importance to love, which was exploited by the other sects? And his name was changed forcibly and so also he was circumcised at Pakistan. His in laws and the Mullahs are behind his forcible conversion to Islam. For them religion only mattered much.  
   
   People used to pose quite a number of questions to him while his mother was a Christian and father a Hindu? And why didn’t he like to continue either in Hinduism or in Christianity? Or at least in Islam since he married Amrin, a traditional Muslim girl?  
   
   
   And may be now he wanted to came out of the orbit of religion since he didn’t want to become another orphan” Dr. Jinnah spoke what all he knew about them. 
   
   “ Well Mr. Jinnah will you please reveal who the son of Mr. Rahman is? What is his religion? And where is he now?” 
   
   It was not a surprise to Dr. Jinnah, as he expected that the commander would definitely ask him these questions; and later obligate him rather threatened him. 
   
   “ I don’t know” He tried to avoid him. 
   “ Mr. Jinnah do you at least know the where abouts of Mrs. Amrin Rahman?” 
   “ I only read the life of Mr. Rahman through his diary. Now I could only guess that he might have gone to India and his Begum might be staying with her parents in Pakistan; and about their son it is not my duty but it is you to find him out” 
   “ Mr. Jinnah don’t forget that you are born, brought up, and studied in Pakistan only, and then you must have knowledge about them?” 
   “ I agree, but you are also patriots of Pakistan   and why don’t you try to find out them; and in fact yours is an international organization and it is very simple task for you” 
   “ Of course, but now we have more important task of jihad rather than knowing the simple things. So we expect the truth from you Mr. Jinnah” “Sorry comrade I am brought up along with the destitute in an asylum and I could hardly know about anybody in Pakistan” 
   “ Okay Mr. Jinnah. But why you are worried about them?” 
   “ I told you gentlemen that I am a psychiatrist, whoever suffers from any disorder whether physical or mental, I try to help them” 
   “ Shut up. Don’t try to make us fools. Unless you have contacts with them how come you know that Mr. Rahman’s body is on funeral prey in Hindu grave yard at India?” 
   “ Good question. After eliciting that much information, anybody will suspect me. But we are in the age of most advanced science and it is not a difficult task to know about them. In fact I am moved on knowing their pain and suffrage as a doctor that’s all” 
   “ Mr. Jinnah are you confident that we leave you to attend him?” 
   “ Yes gentlemen, I am cent percent confident and you only take me to him” 
   “ Shut up. How dare are you to think high of yourself? Are you challenging us Mr. Jinnah? Do you think that we oblige you?” The leader of the militants burst out him. 
   “ I am confident that religious fanaticism knows no bounds; and for protecting your customs and traditions I hope you will definitely come to India, though not to save him, but at least to take away his dead body” Dr. Jinnah said politely. 
   “ What?” The leader got wild.  
   “ I am sorry gentlemen and please see this in my lap top” 
   
   They all saw live in their lap tops and found that Mrs. Amrin Rahman was about to lay on the funeral prey to Commit ‘Satisahagamana’ (Bride burning) on the soil of Pakistan,  
   
   “ Oh my God, we got her. But what is that she is doing?” The leader asked him in excitement. 
   “ She wants to crucify herself by burning on the funeral prey of her husband, as a widow of Mr. Rahman as per Hindu customs and traditions”  
   “ But she is a Muslim, and how could she do this?” He expressed his doubt. 
   “ Who told that she is a Muslim gentleman?” Dr. Jinnah challenged him. 
   “ Is it not a fact that she is a born Muslim?” 
   “ May be she is a born Muslim and brought up in Muslim passion, but when once she married an Indian, she becomes his property. She is heir- apparent to his customs and traditions” Dr. Jinnah explained the relationship between wife and husband. 
   “ But this bride burning on the funeral prey is long abolished, isn’t it?”  
   “ Yes, but in certain clans in India few women still don’t care the laws and crucifying themselves” 
   “ It’s okay Mr. Jinnah. Now we are taking the flight to Pakistan. And let us see how could she do this? We are hundred percent sure that your patient Mr. Rahman remains forever an orphan. We certainly protect our religion and the honour of our country” 
   “ Sorry gentlemen, neither you nor anybody can stop Mrs. Amrin Rahman to crucify herself as she has such an attachment to Mr. Rahman” Dr. Jinnah said confidently. 
   “ Mr. Jinnah she has hardly lived and led marital life with him for only a year, and the rest of nearly twenty nine years she has been deserted by him, and even she has not known his where abouts since then, but now how cum sentiments and attachments are playing vital role. People will laugh at you” The leader said. 
   “ Gentleman, it is not time for debate over customs and traditions. And I once again caution you that by returning the flight to Pakistan you may lose both of them, and so please take the flight to India” He said in firm. 
   “ Are you dictating us Mr. Jinnah?” 
   “ No, not at all gentlemen, it is only my request for doing something good to the poor lovers and the unique couple of the world” 
   “ Okay Mr. Jinnah, but why are you insisting us to take the flight to India? What is your plan?” 
   “ And now my concern is to save them. If you take me to India first we will save Mr. Rahman; and when once Mrs. Amrin Rahman knows that her husband is safe, she will not resort to bride burning” 
   “ Mr. Jinnah, don’t tell us full moon stories. You have just said that Mr. Rahman is dead and is on funeral prey; and again you are telling that you are going to save him; after all you are only a doctor not an Almighty?” 
   “ Death fears the noble, but it is only the latter welcome death gentlemen. And by now you could understand what I mean by noble men. Please take me to India first? A mistake committed by a poor man in disowning his clan, country, kith and kin, only to keep up his commitment towards his love, coasted him twenty nine years of self imposed exile. At least at the end of their life journey let Mr. Rahman and Mrs. Amirn Rahman, may be allowed to reunite. And for which whatever you want, I am ready to sacrifice” Dr. Jinnah said in utmost humility. 
   “ Okay Mr. Jinnah we definitely oblige you, but on one condition” They waited for his reply. 
   
   Dr. Jinnah was thinking for a while and was in dilemma whether to accept their demands unconditionally or not. 
   
   “ Mr. Jinnah it is not that easy to accept our conditions. Perhaps the true Musalman will never forget his commitments. And shall we expect you to be true Musalman ever ready for jihad” 
   
   Even then also Dr. Jinnah didn’t reply. 
   
   “ We know Mr. Jinnah you are not a super human being, and you are after all a doctor just like any other individual”  
   “ Please don’t suspect my bonfires gentlemen; I am just trying to understand your morality” 
   “ You are wrong Mr. Jinnah; and you may not even guess our immediate demand, can you?” 
   “ Yes, I can. Your doubt is whether am I a Hindu or Muslim?  
   “ No, but you must unconditionally accept that you are a true Musalman and say “Allah ho Akbar” 
   “ I am sorry gentlemen. I never expect that people of your cadre will stoop down to that level for man created religion. Anyway whatever your demands might be I will definitely oblige you, but only after saving them from the death prey” 
   “ Sorry Mr. Jinnah we will not accept your proposal and you better say now or never. And there is no alternative for you Mr. Jinnah” The leader said firmly. 
   “ Please oblige me gentlemen. And for you in return, certainly I will accept whatever might be you order? And at the same time I remind you once again gentlemen that all religions are true; and the essence of all religions is being good and do well, and please question yourself once as are we?” 
   
   There is absolute serenity in the flight. There is only one unanimous feeling among all travelling in the flight that let Mr. & .Mrs. Rahman be reunited at least on the edge of death. 
   
   “ Oh God please save them” Instead of praying for themselves, which was supposed to be their first priority, but all the co passengers were praying for Mr. & Mrs. Rahman. 
   “ Mr. Commander even a sparrow will drop a leaf in the flooded waters to save an ant. Please note that it is a small bird in the world doing it for a small creature. And we are great human beings; can’t we do that much to our fellow beings? Anyway what I want to convey, I conveyed you gentlemen. And it is up to you to decide. Now my immediate priority is that I must rush to Mr. Rahman under any cost” Dr. Jinnah was very firm in his stand. 
   “ But, we will never leave you; nor permit you to go to India, Mr. Jinnah” Said the leader firmly. 
   “ It doesn’t matter for me at all, and so also I never care anybody. Anyhow, men have even befriended the most ferocious lions and tigers my dear gentlemen, and you are after all my fellow beings, can’t I mould you?” 
   “ No, it is impossible. You haven’t understood our ideology, determination and commitment. You are not aware of our sacrifices. May be the lioness, and tigers sometimes change from their basic instinct qualities, when they are confined in cages in circus, but we are always ready for jihad only for Islam” The leader said point blank. 
   “ Doesn’t matter. If you are committed to your ideology I am also equally strong to keep up my word and deed; and remember that I am going to India under any cost?” Dr. Jinnah said confidently. 
   “ How can you go Mr. Jinnah? Are you mad are what? We shall never allow the flight to leave for India” 
   “ No one can fight against nature. I believe that the nature is only our guide, philosopher, and mentor. When the five forces of the nature are guiding me, no one can stop me gentlemen” 
   “ Are you challenging us Mr. Jinnah?” 
   “ May be, and please don’t forget the fact that the soul travels much faster than any object in the Universe” 
   “ That is only a myth Mr. Jinnah” 
   “ You are wrong gentlemen. Perhaps you don’t understand the nature and its infinity” 
   “ Mr. Jinnah may be you are speaking from the age old Hindu philosophy” 
   “ Philosophy of life as revealed by any religion is one and the same gentlemen. Everything created by the universe may become old and you and I may become old but the nature will never be” 
   “ Okay. And now we have decided your fate Mr. Jinnah. You being a true Musalman turned to be more fanatic than a born Hindu. We couldn’t understand whether you are tutored or you yourself have developed hatred towards Islam. Anyway goodbye and just close your eyes and pray your God and we want to finish you” The leader concluded. 
   
   The leader pressed the trigger of the pistol, which is just in lip to lip position at the temple region of Mr. Jinnah. 
   
   
   All the nine bullets in the 9mm pistol miss fired. And Dr. Jinnah simply smiled. For those who don’t believe may say it is sheer luck. 
   
   
   The leader threw the 9mm pistol on the carpet in the flight. Surprisingly, the last bullet in the pistol fired. 
   
   “ You may definitely feel sorry for your accusations against the Nature’s dharma gentlemen. Dharma in any faith means the truth. Due to my appearance, you may look down me and I don’t mind for that. But don’t forget the saying love thy neighbour, which is the essence of all religions” Dr. Jinnah said finally. 
   “ Mr. Jinnah please don’t over pose and you might have just escaped death narrowly. But sometimes it may rarely happen in some cases. It is just by sheer luck you are saved, but nothing great in it” Said the leader under humiliation. 
   “ I do admit what you say gentlemen. But will you please answer me only one question?” 
   “ Okay, why should we disappoint a dying man, you may carry on Mr. Jinnah” 
   “ I thank you all gentlemen. My first question to you is that why am I saved? By whom I am saved? Who is benefitted out of my survival? Can any of you answer these questions please?” Dr. Jinnah said calmly. 
   “ Mr. Jinnah we only spared you because of one and the only reason that you are born in our land, named after our country’s great leader, and finally we have confirmed that you are a born Muslim. Please try to keep up the honour of our cult, the name of our leader, and support our cause, or simply shut your mouth” The leader advised him finally. 
   “ Sorry gentlemen, you are using religion for creating boarders and barriers among the people. I am sorry to remind you that even to high jack the flight also you have worn the uniform of Dubai cops and taken shelter under their guise. The flight, which you and your comrades have high jacked belongs to India; and now I straight put it to you that can you truly mark the areas and borders of spreading of Islam from where to where? Can you at least show the borders of your Home land now?” He simply asked him. 
   “ Mr. Jinnah, we find you that you are quite arrogant; and in spite of our counselling also you are not moulded; still you have got the edacity to speak against Pakistan; and more particularly against Islam. Don’t forget that you have hurt our sentiments, and belittling our religion” The Commander was roaring like a lion. 
   “ Perhaps you might have understood that I am speaking against Islam, but I put it to you gentlemen do you at least know that with how many faiths you have been antagonising? 
   
   Is Jihad a holy thing? Is it truly advocated by Islam? I don’t think the word jihad is used for killing of innocent people. According to the Quran jihad means only to protect the honour of one’s own family and children, and it never means to destroy the other’s gentlemen” Dr. Jinnah explained him the meaning of jihad. 
   
   “ Then undoubtedly you have no knowledge about Quran Mr. Jinnah” The Commander said. 
   “ No gentleman, the creator of this universe is the almighty. And the Satans only created borders and barriers, and that Satans are no other than religious fanatics” Dr. Jinnah replied him. 
   “ Mr. Jinnah you are diverting the issue; and we have understood that you have not read the Quran” 
   “ No gentlemen, I have read not only Quran, but all religions, including humanism, which perhaps you do not know” Dr. Jinnah said. 
   “ Mr. Jinnah we are not kids to hear you anymore” The commander said ironically. 
   “ Then, can you say the age of the universe gentlemen? Who is the Almighty? Who are his children? What happens to them after death? When you speak about religion, don’t restrict it to Islam only; please don’t forget the humanity as a whole. Anyway, you could not convince me, but at the same time I have tried my best to convince you by my word and deed gentlemen” Said Dr. Jinnah. 
   “ You are spoiled on reading the texts on other sects Mr. Jinnah” 
   “ Okay, as you said I am spoiled because I read other sects. But I still do mean what I said? And I let you know that all your doubts will be cleared. You said it is only my luck that saved me and that the nature has no play in it. Then why the misfired bullet fired again gentlemen?” Dr. Jinnah put him an embraced question. 
   “ Because of its contact with the hard surface” The leader of the armed squad answered. 
   “ But do you know the upcoming danger to the flight gentlemen” Dr. Jinnah cautioned him. 
   “ Are you cursing us Mr. Jinnah?” 
   “ No, I am not, you can better confirm with the pilots, whether what I said is correct or not?” 
   “ Comrades please check up and disprove it” The commander ordered. 
   
   One of the militants went to the cabin, where the two pilots were held as hostages by the armed persons at gun point; and they were giving directions to the pilots; and they were dictating them their destination and alternative route slightly deviating from the route suggested by the DGCA. The militant caused enquiry with the pilots.  
   
   “ Mr. Commander we are in danger” 
   
   The pilots revealed the fact that the fired bullet straight went through the air craft’s bottom, which normally never happen, and consequently it caused an air crack to the fuel tank of the air craft” The militants informed the commander after causing detailed enquiry with the pilots. 
   
   “ My God! Just unbelievable and it is really a miracle. Unilaterally, we all request you Dr. Jinnah sir please save us all” All the passengers prayed him.  
   “ Shut up you mad or what? He is only a human being and down to the earth man; and perhaps a hypnotist but not a Divine” The commander shouted the passengers. 
   “ I am sorry to disappoint you my dear friends; what he said is right and I am not a divine to save you all; and for that matter no human being can become forever a God. If it is so there will be more number of Gods, than the human devils on the Earth. Hence I can only advice you to trust yourself; have belief and faith in nature. Nature never harms you, unless you try to override it due to your ignorance and innocence” Dr. Jinnah assured them. 
   
   With Dr. Jinnah’s’ verdict everybody was shocked, rather curious to know what was going to happen to the flight and to themselves? 
   
   
   There were people of different religions and sects in the high jacked flight. It was a perennial human history, in which humanity was divided into number of faiths and sects depending on their ancestry, domain, and finally belief and faith. 
   
   
   All the earthly emotions, inner feelings, debates and discussions, and reactions of the passengers on board, and the apparent challenges of the militancy and the fearless and confident answers of Dr. Jinnah, were kept on live, connected to a popular English channel by Prof. Gandhi, being a professor of Mass Communication and freelance journalist. 
   
   
   The entire world, had been witnessing what was going on in the flight? 
   
   
   Everybody was eager to know what had happened both in Pakistan and in India; and finally the fate of the flight and the lives of the passengers, crew and the high jacks. 
   
   
   The only thing the entire humanity was curious about what happened to the life after death. Which question was not only pertinent to one person or the other; or one country or the other, but also it was universal one. 
   
   
   A poor doctor who challenged to prove that the soul would travel much faster than any object in this universe meant something uncommon to the common man. So also the educated, who totally depended on science couldn’t believe it. 
   
   
   Whereas the traditional and orthodox people all over the world could believe in life after death. 
   
   
   If there was really life after death, and if it was proved beyond any reasonable doubt, it would create a revolution in the human beliefs, traditions and customs. 
   
   
   But on the contrary if it was not proved as believed by the atheists; time and again there will be another renaissance and religious unrest in the history of the modern world, just like what happened in 6 
   th 
    century B.C. 
   
     
   
   
   Chapter: 13 
   
   
     
   
   In the high jacked flight: 
   
     
   “ I finally appeal to you gentlemen, at least on knowing the forth coming calamity, please take the flight to India” Dr. Jinnah requested the Militants. 
   “ Sorry Mr. Jinnah, it is just impossible and you can neither dream off nor step into Indian soil” 
   “ Okay gentlemen, it means that you will never leave me, and that I can never reach India. Isn’t it?” 
   
   The militants laughed at him. 
   
   “ But, I tell you honestly that I will go to India under any cost” Dr. Jinnah said with utmost confidence. 
   “ Mr. Jinnah are you playing jokes with us? Do you know that we are flying more than fifty thousand feet above the sea level? And we have crossed mountains and now we are flying across the seas; then how can you reach India? Don’t try to live in dreams?” Said the commander. 
   “ I pity you gentlemen, I may appear to you a joker, but if you really want to know the ultimate truth of life, after death, you just fly to India. I assure you though the fuel in the flight is being exhausted, the flight will reach and land safely in India; and all the passengers, crew, and your squad will be safe. And finally you can find out whether Mr. Rahman is dead or alive on the funeral prey” He said. 
   “ Why do you feel for a bloody betrayer Mr. Jinnah?” The commander put to him. 
   
   There was no answer from Dr. Jinnah. He just sat in padamasana and closed his eyes, after taking a long breath. 
   
   “ Please do something to save him sir” The co- passenger Miss. Sania pleaded them. 
   “ Don’t be afraid off baby. There is neither sprit nor soul. What he spoke is all a cock and bull story only. He is just pretending. If you want to know it practically, you may examine him” Said the leader. 
   
   Miss. Sania was about to join in the course of sports medicine and she had some knowledge; and she examined both his pulse and respiration. But she could neither find in him pulse nor respiration. 
   
   “ Sir he is no more” She raised a hue and cry unable to control herself. 
   “ Shut up, you dirty girl, how do you come to a conclusion? You are neither an expert nor a doctor? You first keep your mouth shut and then answer our questions. What is your qualification?” The leader started interrogating her. 
   
   She didn’t reply him. In fact, she had a reasonable answer, but when once she declared her identity, she would be exposed to her parents, as she was roaming about for a Hindu at India, and henceforth her parents would make her house arrest. 
   
   “ You are only ten plus two, and at the most you know that failure of respiration is the ultimate cause for death. But, you don’t know the fact that there is a technique to with hold respire in yoga” The leader of the squad warned her. 
   “ Sir, he is dead. If you still nourish a doubt, you please check him personally or get him checked by a doctor” She said confidently. 
   “ Even our commander explained also, you bloody chicken hearted girl, still you doubt us” One of the comrades shouted her. 
   “ Why should we keep the passengers and the crew in puzzle, let us examine him and hit back their quarries if any comrades” The commander ordered them. 
   “ Is there any   doctor on board to confirm Dr. Jinnah’s condition please?” One of his comrades caused enquiry. 
   
   A grand old man, by name Dr. Sirajuddin, who was a retired medical officer from India, who was on a brief visit to Pakistan, as his son and daughter in law were staying in Pakistan, raised his hand.  
   
   “ Thank you Doctor, examine him please” The commander received him politely. 
   
   Out of curiosity or may be due to professional ethics, the grand old man, Dr. Sirajuddin wanted to support them. He himself was also interested to satisfy the common man from his inquisitiveness to know what next after death? 
   
   
   Then after getting green signal, Dr. Sirajuddin rushed to Dr. Jinnah and examined him.  
   
   
   After he was satisfied with his thorough examinations, and before confirming Dr. Jinnah’s health status, he drew the attention of all of them in the high jacked flight.  
   
   
   Everybody was anxious and rather scared to know from the expert. “Ladies and gentlemen, I have put in my heart and soul only for understanding the human anatomy all through my life; except which is available in books I could understand nothing on the examination of the body of Dr. Jinnah. But today is a very special day for me as even after my retirement also I felt the need and necessity to learn the final lesson on human anatomy especially after I examined the body of Dr. Jinnah” Dr. Sirajuddin spoke in a state of confusion. 
   
   “ Please tell us the facts and your findings Dr. Sirajuddin; we are eager to know from you” The leader asked him hurriedly. 
   “ I am sorry commander; after all I am a retired doctor. After examining the body of Dr. Jinnah I could not speak anything about his condition, which is not in my scope or reach” He said quite humbly. 
   “ Sorry Doctor, we couldn’t understand what you mean by that? And now we are forced to suspect your antecedents also” The leader was displeased with his statement and said seriously. 
   “ Then may I request you commander to check him personally” Dr. Sirajuddin advised him in a quite humble way. Then the commander checked Mr. Jinnah in every inch of his body physically with his medical knowledge. To his utter dismay there was no pulse, no respiration, and no normal temperature in the body of Mr. Jinnah. The temperature of the body had gone down. It normally happens, only few minutes after the physical death of any person. 
   
   Not only the leader and his armed squad but also the crew, who were in the high jacked flight, also checked Dr. Jinnah physically at random for their conformation. 
   
   “ Ladies and gentlemen, I declare that Dr. Jinnah is dead” The leader of the armed squad concluded and said firmly.  
   
   On confirmation of the death of Dr. Jinnah, all the inmates in the flight were taken aback.  
   
     
   
   
   Chapter: 14 
   
   
     
   
   Surprisingly there was shocking news to the world that the flight was again high jacked from the highjacks by another group. 
   
   
   But this time it was taken towards India.  
   
   
   Who high jacked the flight second time?  
   
   
   And who abducted the passengers on board?  
   
   
   They all remain mystery and were not known to anybody at once. 
   
   
   What was the insurgency or the terrorist organization, which high jacked the flight? 
   
   
   Neither any organization nor individual declared so far; nor did the high jacks come up with their demands.  
   
   
   This incident also disturbed the air passengers. But all the passengers in the high jacked flight were deeply concerned about the mystery behind the life and death of Dr. Jinnah. They were also curious to know as to what happened to Mr. Rahman? Whether Dr. Jinnah would bring back the life of Mr. Rahman as promised by him? 
   
   
   Prof. Gandhi’s Lap Top was still connected to a popular English channel and all the incidents had been live telecasted. 
   
   
   Now the entire world was anxious to know about the fate of the flight, which was twice hijacked; one in the very next minute of the flight took off from the runway; and second time in the air, but by whom it was high jacked second time was not declared so far. 
   
     
   
   
   Chapter: 15 
   
   
     
   
   The second high jacks’ demands are: 
   
   
   The Indian government had to make way for emergency landing of the international flight in almost all the domestic terminals situated in towns of all states in India. 
   
   
   This trick the high jacks used, may be because to escape themselves easily. To keep ready a convoy of vehicles, along with a pilot and an escort vehicle to clear traffic to reach their destination.  
   
   
   And their destination as of now was a hundred billion dollar question to the States and their Heads. 
   
     
   
   
   Chapter: 16 
   
   
     
   
   The most standard Hindu burial was situated at Tadepalligudem, a small Municipal town in West Godavari district in the state of Andhra Pradesh. The man, who designed the burial with its purity, chastity, besides, it’s picturesque was only the care taker of the burial, who had no name and identity and who had never opened his lip nor spoken single word, ever since he took up the profession. But people used to call him as corpse (The Dead Body) because he used to cremate the dead bodies without charging anything. 
   
   
   And there was a church nearby the Hindu burial. And behind the church there was a cemetery in its court yard and Bro. Francis was its apostle. 
   
   
   And at far off the Christian cathedral and to its right at a walk able distance the mosque of historical times was situated. And in the adjoining court yard there was the Christian burial ground. Sk. Dada was the caretaker of the burial ground. It was used for burying the dead bodies of the Muslims. 
   
   
   From times immemorial, people got adopted to keep their dead in pyramids; some buried in caves with stones; some buried in the graves and later fill them with mud; and few cremated their beloved dead with fire wood; and off late the modern man cremated the dead in electric crematoriums. 
   
   
   Before doing away with the dead almost all the kith and kin of the dead in all religions do believe life after death; and accordingly they leave the belongings of the dead either in the burials or in the cremations. And the care takers of the burials used to perform their duties irrespective of the sentiments and attachments of the next of the bereaved. 
   
     
   
   
   Chapter: 17 
   
   
     
   “ We are in danger” There was an emergency call for all the passengers and crew on the board of the flight.  
   “ We are in danger zone. The flight is flying over seas and it is at a height of 50,000 feet above sea level. The fuel in the air craft is being exhausted. It is uncertain whether we end ourselves like that of No. 370 Malaysian flight mystery. Please open the all emergency Exit doors. All of you should wear parachutes and use oxygen masks please. And finally say goodbye to the world, and God may save you all, and alternately may your souls rest in peace” A school going boy of twelve years old, who was also travelling in same flight bid farewell to all, besides cautioning them about the forthcoming calamity. 
   “ How foolish it is! It is sheer nonsense. He is not clever, might be suffering from some phobia, nor might be suffering from neurological disorder. Ladies and gentlemen don’t be carried away by him. He is just a minor and insane and ignore him please” Another co passenger, who was a South African, intervened and advised all. 
   “ Sorry young man, my son is not an insane. In fact he is a member of a flight club. Perhaps with his enriched knowledge, gained through his practical experience only he tried to enlighten the co passengers” The mother of the boy got hurt by the comment of the South African. 
   “ I am sorry. I agree that really you are a great mum having trained your minor son in the most adventurous trade. But please don’t take it personal. In fact I am an aeronautical Engineer. I used to pilot domestic flights. And with that experience only I have assured the passengers” The South African tried to apologize her. 
   
   After knowing that he was an Aeronautical Engineer; and also an experienced pilot she didn’t raise her voice again. 
   
   “ Thanks for enlightening us gentlemen. What you have said is correct in normal conditions. But, have you ever experienced this type of situation? And have you ever handled the international flights? Can you give us guarantee for our safety and security, besides our survival and safe landing? Can you handle the situation at once?” Dr. Sirajuddin put him in quandary by posing him a good numbers of questions. 
   “ Sorry gentlemen I can’t” 
   “ Then keep quiet and do chekkabhajana” 
   “ What?” 
   “ What I mean to say is pray your God at once” Dr. Sirajuddin tried to hold his anger. 
   “ I couldn’t understand what chekkabajana is?” The South African asked his co passenger. 
   “ I too don’t know, but I think you can get correct answer from any Indian, as the words appear to be Indian origin” One of the co- passengers advised him. 
   “ Thank you, I will try. Hello can anybody know what chekkabhajana means?” He asked them quite anxiously. 
   
   Those who were Indians only laughed at him. He was hurt. He felt humiliation that he might have been commented by an unparliamentarily word. 
   
   “ Sorry young man, I have not commented you. It is nothing but a traditional prayer offered by country people in India to their country God and Goddess” Dr. Sirajuddin explained him. 
   “ Thank you sir” 
   “ It’s okay, and then what have you   decided gentlemen?” Dr. Sirajuddin asked him for curtsey. 
   “ Well, I too want to do checkkabhajana along with you gentlemen” The South African also cut a joke. 
   
   This time all including the militants laughed at him. 
   
   “ Dr. Sirujuddin, why don’t you pray Dr. Jinnah, to save you all?” The commander advised him. 
   “ Yes commander, but Dr. Jinnah is in yoga mudra, and it is not possible to get him now” 
   “ Wonderful! Ladies and gentlemen I would like to draw your attention to introduce another interesting character in the 21 st  century, who is no other than Dr. Sirajuddin, and that we are lucky to have a doctor of BC period” He gave a little pause only to know their reaction.  
   
   There were neither feelings nor emotions in them, except the same fear of high jack of the flight, and abduction of the passengers.  
   
   “ Hang yourself with your bloody yoga’s and witch crafts Dr. Sirajuddin” The commander, i.e. the leader of the Indian Mujahedeen said ridiculously. 
   “ Shut up, you bloody fool. Don’t irritate me. He just told you his condition. If you have any doubt you can get him examined by somebody” Prof. Gandhi warned him.  
   
   Not only the militants and the co- passengers, but also the entire world was taken aback on observing Prof. Gandhi’s anger. The world not only heard the warning through his mouth, but it also saw a pistol in his hands. He appeared to the entire world as a terrorist rather than the peace loving late Mr. M.K. Gandhi. 
   
   “ Who are you man? How dare are you to point out a pistol to me?” The leader of the Indian Mujahedeen shouted him seriously. 
   “ Idiot, mine is not a toy pistol. Bloody stupid are you questioning my identity? Don’t you know me? I am Prof. Gandhi; I have high jacked the flight along with you and your dirty team. You better stop talking nonsense. Keep quiet and sit right, or otherwise you will be shattered to pieces” He warned them. 
   
   Eight of the passengers got up from behind the High jacks; aimed at their temple region; and disarmed all the militants within no time. 
   
   
   It was the first of its kind in the history of the modern world. It made the whole world to realize that how essay it was to highjack an international flight, in the most advanced century, where the states and their administrative machinery claim that their intelligence organizations and security operations were considered to be the best, excellent and the most advanced and so on and so forth. But after knowing the high jack everybody would feel that it was only a publicity on paper, but not practically possible.  
   
   “ We surrender to you unconditionally Prof. Gandhi; but before that may I humbly ask you one question please?” The leader appealed to him. 
   
   Prof. Gandhi raised his eyebrows. But later he gave him green signal with a smile. 
   
   “ Thank you Professor, and by the way let me know what for you are high jacking the flight and abducting us?” He asked him as a lay man. 
   
   Prof. Gandhi looked at him little irritated and also seriously. 
   
   “ Is it for any ransom professor? 
   “ Shut up” Prof. Gandhi said ferociously. 
   “ Sorry Professor; or at least do you have any demands? And to which group you belong?” The commander tried to know from him. 
   “ My answer is straight and simple gentlemen. And my answer is my question only. Did you ever answer these questions of the abducted passengers earlier, when you did the same great feat gentlemen?” Prof. Gandhi asked him simply.  
   
   But it was not that simple to understand; and the militants including the commander and his comrades became upset.  
   
   “ I can say definitely that you have no answer gentlemen; except that you declared simply that the flight was high jacked, while holding guns in your hands and put them point blank to us, isn’t it, Mister?” Prof. Gandhi said seriously.  
   
   Colours changed from usual to unusual; and generally it so happens when emotions over ride human feelings, but here their faces were faded out with guilt. 
   
   
   The commander and his comrades were simply standing with folded hands like jokers in front of a shopping mall.  
   
   “ Mister Commander you must understand that ours is a counter High jack; and hope you also understand what for it is done? And my experience with you reminds me that you have only allowed water to the air passengers. But now I am giving you umpteen choices. If any of you want to have wine or liquor you may have it please.  
   
   But except the passengers; you and your team should confine yourselves to seats; and of course you can sit comfortably and do checkkabhajana, but don’t expect us to answer your queries please; and also don’t expect us to do chekkabhajana” Prof. Gandhi said politely as a matter of curtsey. 
   
   “ We thank you Prof. Gandhi and we unconditionally tender our apologies to you for our mistakes” 
   “ Mister Commander you must tender your apologies not to me but to the passengers and the crew all over the world” 
   “ Sure Prof. Gandhi; but will you please do some favour to us Professor?”   “What favour?” 
   “ Most of the passengers in the flight are our brothers and sisters from Pakistan; and please save   them   professor” The commander requested him. 
   “ Mr. Commander are you asking on behalf of you and your comrades and for the Pakistanis alone that means only for Muslims, but certainly not for others, isn’t it?” While questioning him, Prof. Gandhi looked into his eyes straight. 
   “ Sorry professor what I mean--” The commander tried to give some explanation to the professor, but in vain as he could see seriousness in his looks. 
   “ Then are you not selfish gentlemen? Why are you creating differences between the people of Pakistan and the people of other nations even on the edge of death? And why are you so scared about your lives only, but not other’s lives gentlemen? 
   
   Whether you remember or not, but I still remember that you have said in high sounding phraseology about your great sacrifice and ideology of jihad” He put him in quandary.  
   
   
   The commander became silent. 
   
   “ I just want to remind you about praising your comrades with the greatest adjectives; and now what happened to that courage, commitment and jihad? Is it self-centred only gentlemen?” Prof. Gandhi became furious.  
   “ Sorry professor, our first commitment when once we join Indian Mujahedeen is we have to take a pledge as we are ready to commit jihad for Islamic state. Now I honestly beg you on behalf of all on board to save us professor” The commander came down and requested him. 
   “ But, Mr. Commander did you ever think when you and your comrades high jacked the flights earlier? Or did you ever thought about the women, the children and the old aged, when they were in your abduction?” Prof. Gandhi tried to cut him to size.  
   “ Prof. Gandhi, we truly admit our do’s and undo’s; and that is why we have come down and requesting rather begging you not to resort to any drastic action; and please see that the flight lands safely anywhere in the world” The commander earnestly appealed to him. 
   “ Shit! I never consider you as human beings at all; and you are even worse than the bloody criminals; and beasts are better than you, but for the innocent passengers I am rather obliged to help.  
   
   Miss. Sania, why don’t you try to wake up Dr. Jinnah as he is just sitting by your side?” Prof. Gandhi instructed her. 
   
   “ Sure Professor. In fact I have tried few minutes back also, but there is no response. I doubt he has given up” 
   “ No, don’t lose your trust Sania. Have confidence in him. He never said that he was giving up. He only said that he was going to save Mr. Rahman; and I think may be his soul is travelling much more faster than the flight” He took a little pause to have respire. 
   “ What sir? I can’t believe it” she expressed her doubt.  
   “ Any way, its okay Sania please don’t disturb him” Prof. Gandhi advised her. 
     
   
   
   Chapter: 18 
   
   
     
   
   
   
   
   Pakistan was predominantly a Muslim dominated country in the world. In the present context the traditional Muslims in Pakistan formed as militants and suicidal squads to kill Mrs. Amrin Rahman, as she being a Muslim lady had betrayed their customs, traditions and finally chosen to burn herself alive on par with a Hindu bride on the funeral prey of her husband, called satisahagamana (Bride Burning on the funeral prey of her husband) on the soil of Pakistan. 
   
   
   The Pakistan civil and police administrative machinery were on their toes to trace her. 
   
   
   And the army in Pakistan was hunt after her for preventing her from any attempt of self- immolation. 
   
   
   But, the Muslim women forums, students of the women’s colleges, unmarried youth, and the house wives along with their children came on to the roads in favour of Mrs. Amrin Rahman.  
   
   
   They had virtually shown their resentment against restrictions imposed only on Muslim women flock in the world. They had even gone to the extent of physically removing their black veils (Burakas) and throwing them on the streets. 
   
   
   There was suddenly an outburst of a stern agitation for women’s liberation in almost all the Muslim countries in the world in favour of Mr. & Mrs. Amrin Rahman.  
   
   
   And the women all over the world in unison fought for equality with men. They started demanding for their rights, choosing their professions, branch of education; whether Medicine, Engineering, sports, fashions, and freedom to participate in beauty contests. The Muslim women even started demanding to act as mullahs in Mosques.  
   
   
   So also there started similar kind of revolution from Hindu women, who started demanding to act as priests in temples, and also to perform both auspicious ceremonies like, marriages, Srimantham (Nineth month ceremony), birthdays, cradle ceremony, and also death ceremonies.  
   
   
   The women of other sects were also bent upon for praying the Almighty; there shouldn’t be any restrictions or barriers on the basis of gender. 
   
   
   The traditional and orthodox mullahs issued fatwa against the Muslim women coming on to the roads. They unanimously kept the dead line that unless the agitating Muslim women immediately withdraw their demands and return to their home, they would be shot dead.  
   
   
   Mrs. Amrin Rahman issue engulfed not only Muslim flock in Pakistan but also the world wide. 
   
   
   Now it became not only the issue pertaining to religion, but it also attracted social media, which expressly formed international forum. 
   
   
   It became a matter for debate and discussion.  
   
   
   Their quarries were, “Is it mandatory to change from one religion to the other, in order to marry a love or lover other than their sect? If it were so, is it the bride first or the bridegroom first to change their religions? And what shall be the fate of their offspring’s?  
   
   
   Now it became a hat topic in the world. 
   
     
   
   
   Chapter: 19 
   
   
     
   
   The most standard Hindu burial in India was situated at a Municipal town, called Tadepalligudem in West Godavari district in the state of Andhra Pradesh. The man, who designed the burial ground with its purity, chastity, besides, it’s picturesque, was Mr. Corpse (dead body) whose actual name was not known to anybody in the town and hence people used to call him by nick name as Mr. Corpse. 
   
   
   There was a church nearby the Hindu burial, and behind it there was a court yard and there was a cemetery. And to the right of the Christian cathedral, and Bro. Francis was its apostle. There was a mosque of historical times at a walk able distance.  
   
   
   Sk. Dada was the caretaker of the burial ground, situated at the adjacent court yard, which was used for the burial of the Muslims, in the celebrated mosque.  
   
   
   From times immemorial, people got adopted to keep their dead in pyramids, some buried in caves with stones, some were buried in soil, and few cremated their beloved dead with fire wood, and off late the modern man cremated the dead in electric crematoriums. 
   
   
   Before doing away with the dead, all their kith and kin did believe in life after death; and accordingly they used to leave most of the belongings of the dead, either in the burials or in the cremations. 
   
   
   And the care takers of the burials do their duty without fear or favour.  
   
     
   
   
   Chapter: 20 
   
   
     
   “ Ladies and gentlemen, we are in danger. The flight is flying across the seas; and is at a height of 50,000 feet above the sea level. The fuel in the air craft is being exhausted. It is uncertain whether we end ourselves like the fate of No.370 Malaysian flight. Please open all emergency Exit doors. Supply air jacks to all travelling in the flight. All of you should use oxygen masks please. Finally all of you say goodbye to the beautiful world, and pray God to save ourselves, and alternately we all should wish ourselves in advance that may all our souls rest in peace” A school going boy of twelve years old said hurriedly. 
   “ Stop it please. How foolish it is! It is sheer nonsense. He is under the influence of either fear phobia or might be suffering from neurological disorder. Ladies and gentlemen don’t be carried away by the minor boy and please ignore him” A co- passenger, who was a South African, intervened. 
   “ Sorry young man, my son is not an insane. In fact he is a member of a flight club. With his enriched experience only he is trying to enlighten the co passengers” The mother of the boy was hurt by the comment of the South African and replied seriously. 
   “ Pardon me madam. I request you not to take it personal. I have a great respect for you madam. I am an aeronautical engineer and I used to pilot domestic flights. With my practical experience only I have assured the passengers. I am really sorry madam if you are hurt” The South African tried to convince her. 
   
   After knowing that he was an engineer, she didn’t raise her voice again. 
   
   “ Thanks for enlighten us young man. What you said is correct in normal conditions, but have you ever experienced this type of situation? Can the pilots handle the flight at the point of gun? Can you handle the flight under these circumstances? Can you give us guarantee for our lives and safe landing of the flight? How do you handle the situation my dear young man?” Dr. Sirajuddin put him in quandary.  
   
   The aeronautical engineer cum domestic pilot was confused with the bunch of questions posed by Dr. Sirajuddin.  
   
   “ Sorry doctor so far I haven’t handled International flights. I frankly admit that I can’t handle the situation under unpleasant atmosphere” He replied him truthfully. 
   “ Then keep quiet and do chekkabhajana young man” Dr. Sirajuddin lost his temper and said sarcastically. 
   “ What do you mean by that doctor?” 
   “ I mean do prayers to your God” Dr. Sirajuddin tried to control his anger. 
   “ Sorry I couldn’t understand what does chekkabajana mean? Will you please explain me gentleman?” The South African asked his co- passenger quite innocently. 
   “ I too don’t know gentleman, but I think you can get correct answer from any Indian, as the words appear to be of Indian origin” One of the co- passengers advised him. 
   “ Thank you, I will try. Hello can anybody know what chekkabhajana means please?” 
   
   The Indians on board, who knew the meaning of chakkabhajana laughed at him. He was seriously hurt. He felt that he might have been humiliated by using an unparliamentry word. 
   
   “ Sorry young man, I didn’t mean to hurt you. In fact, the word ‘checkkabhajana’ means a kind of traditional prayer offered by people in India to their country Gods and Goddesses” Dr. Sirajuddin explained in order to cajole him. 
   “ Thank you doctor” The South African extended his courtesy. 
   “ I acknowledge and I also thank you for understanding me positively young man. And by the by what have you decided?” Dr. Sirajuddin asked him. 
   “ About what?” In reply he questioned him. 
   “ Are you ready to handle the flight out -powering the high jacks please?” Dr. Sirajuddin asked him gently. 
   “ Sorry doctor I can do nothing in the crisis; and I also do checkkabhajana” The South African also cut a joke. 
   “ Shut up you bloody fools. Don’t forget that the plane is high jacked; and you are abducted by the most dreadful and hard core militant organization, the Indian Mujahedeen” The commander of the suicidal squad warned them by naming their organization for the first time. 
   “ What? Is it Indian Mujahedeen?” All irrespective of the nationality, religion, age, status, professions and positions they were holding in the society, lamented openly. 
   “ Bapurey (Oh my god)” one elderly Indian said openly in Hindi. 
   “ Oh my God! I am a bloody fool to prefer travel by air for the first time. Now you only can save us; I pray you Almighty please save us” Another Air- passenger, aged fifty plus was feeling sad for his mistake of preferring air travel. 
   “ I am sorry mum and dad, please forgive me. I did a mistake, leaving Pakistan without telling the truth” Miss. Sania repented. 
   
   And by then one after another and almost all including the flight crew confessed their weakness fairly and frankly within themselves, fearing that they were on the edge of death. They prayed their gods to save them from the dooms day. 
   
   “ Hello sir” The girl was trying to ask the hijacks, but her mother abruptly closed her mouth. 
   “ Mum please let me talk to them” 
   “ Shut your mouth, and don’t try to play with them. They have already declared that they are Indian Mujahedeen and they are militants and they don’t have any feelings, sentiments and attachments” The mother of the girl whispered in to her ears. 
   “ You bloody cultureless lady, why are you stopping the girl, let her speak” The commander warned her mother. 
   
   She became silent. 
   
   
   The girl showed her little finger. 
   
   “ Wait baby wait; wait for some time, because the honey moon couples are busy in using it as their wedding suit” He said ridiculously.  
   
   The newly wedded couple went inside a few minutes back, to celebrate their first go fearing that it is their last Honeymoon. 
   
   “ Mr. Sirajuddin why don’t you pray your godsend man Mr. Jinnah, to save you all?” The commander of the high jacks suggested him, rather sarcastically. 
   “ Yes of course, but Mr. Jinnah is in Yoga Mudra, and it is not possible to get him now Mr. Commander” Dr. Sirajuddin replied him politely. 
   “ Ladies and gentlemen I want to give you all a surprise” The commander of the militants said loudly. 
   
   The passengers looked at him with a fond hope that they may be freed by the high jacks. 
   
   “ I am to introduce to you another interesting character in the 21 st  century. We are lucky to have a doctor of BC period; who is none other than Dr. Sirajuddin.  
   
   Hang with your bloody Yoga Mr. Sirajuddin” The commander of the Indian Mujahedeen threatened the doctor seriously.  
   
   
   It once again turned the atmosphere from bad to worse. It not only hurt Dr. Sirajuddin, a senior citizen, but also created fear among all the passengers, who are on hostage in the hands of the high jacks.  
   
     
   
   
   Chapter - 21 
   
   
     
   “ Shut up and don’t irritate us; Dr. Sirajudin just told you the condition of Dr. Jinnah; if you have any doubt you better get Dr. Jinnah examined by some other doctor” Prof. Gandhi warned the commander of the high jacks. 
   
   Not only the militants, but also the co- passengers were shocked on hearing his voice in high pitch. 
   
   
   The strength and command in the metallic voice, which came through the mouth Prof. Gandhi and a pistol in his hands made entire world astonished, including the inmates in the high jacked flight as the name ‘Gandhi’ stands as a patent name for peace and non violence for the humanity as a whole.  
   
   
   He then appeared to the entire world as a modern Geodesy rather than veteran Gandhi. 
   
   “ What? How dare are you to aim at me the old man?” The commander of the Indian Mujahedeen said in shock.  
   “ Shut up you bloody idiot; and stop talking nonsense; I am Prof. Gandhi; I have high jacked the flight along with you and your dirty team. You better keep quiet otherwise you will reap the consequences” Prof. Gandhi warned him. 
   The commander of the militants looked all around; and found eight of the high jacks in the guise of passengers already rounded up from   behind his accomplice and aimed pistols at their temple region and disarmed them within no time. 
   
   It was first of its kind in the history of the modern world, as per counter hijacking was concerned. It made the whole world to realize how essay it was to highjack an international flight in the most advanced century, where the states and their administrative machinery claimed their intelligence mechanism and security aspects were considered to be the excellent. But after knowing the hijacking episode everybody would feel it was only a misnomer. 
   
   “ I beg your pardon; and we all surrender to you unconditionally Professor Gandhi; and will you permit me to ask you one thing please?” The commander appealed to him. 
   
   Prof. Gandhi looked at him seriously at first.  
   
   “ Sorry professor I only requested you. If you are not obliged, doesn’t matter, thank you”  
   “ Okay you can ask” After sometime he permitted him to talk. 
   “ Thank you professor what I mean is that are you doing this for any ransom? Or do you have any particular demands like us? And to which organization you belong?” He was eager to know. 
   “ Sure, I will answer all your questions. But before that I want to ask you few questions. And you should answer me truthfully by saying yes or no at once gentleman?” Prof. Gandhi put him in quandary. 
   
   He was silent for some time.  
   
   “ Are you afraid to speak truth” Prof. Gandhi suspected his bonfides. 
   “ I am not, and I am ready to answer you professor, and you may proceed please” The commander of the Indian Mujahedeen replied politely. 
   “ Okay gentleman, now tell me why have you high jacked the flight? What do you want to do with the air passengers, if your demands are not full filled? Don’t you ever think of the quantum of pain and agony suffered by the air passengers in the flight, and their kith and kin at home? 
   
   If you are a true Muslim, will you please answer my questions truthfully from the bottom of your heart gentlemen?” 
   
   
   There was no reply from him at once 
   
   “ I am sorry professor” Finally he said only one word. 
   “ Will it suffice to cajole the victims of terror and their near and dear gentleman?” Prof. Gandhi asked him painfully. 
   
   Yet, there was no answer from him. 
   
   “ Now at least, don’t you withdraw your ideology of formation of ‘Islamic state? Will you please stop playing with the lives of the innocent people for achieving it? And is it not the violation of human rights? Why do you go to the extent of committing Jihad? What for and is it not worthless sacrifice gentleman?” Prof. Gandhi did not hesitate to speak out and out against the ideology of the jihadists. 
   “ I am sorry professor, being a true Muslim, how can I withdraw my goal of establishing Islamic State? And even if you insist me to disown my holy path at the point of gun also, I can’t say our Jihad is worthless sacrifice. Even otherwise also if I am convinced by any other means and accept your statement, Allah will not spare me; and even after my death my soul will not rest in peace; and I may not have pious rebirth Professor” He replied with certain pain. 
   “ Mr. Commander yours is a double standards; one way you are going on implementing your committed ideology for doing a legalized war; and in another way yours is only an organized and useless crime. Either ways, yours is a narrow minded analysis gentleman! How heinous and painful it is even to hear, we being in the most advanced culture and civilization, going on committing most heinous crimes on innocent people, who include women, children, aged belonging to all religions and also the innocent Muslims in the name of isms.  
   
   When you are committing heinous crimes also will your Almighty keep silent? And when doing pious things will he not tolerate? What a wonderful hypocrisy Mr. Commander, you being a religious bigot, showing it so nicely man?” Prof. Gandhi felt so much and said. 
   
   “ Sorry to interfere Mr. Gandhi, please let me answer him” Prof. Ramakrishna wanted to teach a lesson to the commander. 
   “ Okay, you may please carry on whatever you want to say Mr. Ramakrishna” Prof. Gandhi gave green signal to him. 
   “ Mr. Commander, if you are a True Muslim and champion of the Islamic state, I am a Professor and doctorate in History and Archaeology. According to me there is no life after death; but you are claiming yourselves as pious; and after jihad you want to reborn; and for achieving your goals you are claiming yourselves as true Muslim; and you are doing all sorts of sins; and finally praying Allah, whose existence is uncertain and unknown gentleman” He said confidently. 
   “ Prof. Ramakrishna, do you mean to say that there is no spirit, no life after death and so also there is no Allah in existence?” Prof. Gandhi questioned him, rather politely, while most of the other co passengers looked at him seriously. 
   “ I am sorry sir, if I have hurt any of you, but my research is targeted to find out the mystery behind the existence of God, the soul, life after death and rebirth. Now do you want me to reply as an Archaeologist or as Mr. Ramakrishna?” He replied. 
   “ As you please Mr. Ramakrishna” Prof. Gandhi said cheerfully. 
   
   Now it turned to be a wordy battle between an atheist and theist. 
   
   “ As an archaeologist, I am of the opinion that there is no life after death; there is no soul in existence; there are no spirits; and equally there are no ghosts; and about God, I still doubt whether there is anybody who has truthfully seen him, or is ready to show me. And if there is anybody to contradict my opinion, I never get into controversies; as I do feel it is purely their personal; but for me it is truly my subject” He said in firm. 
   “ What a stupidity? What kind of man you are?” One of the co- passengers retaliated, he happened to be a traditional Hindu and God fearing orthodox person. 
   “ I may be a stupid, but not my subject. Please don’t belittle my and thesis; and my experiments with the facts based on science and technology gentleman” Prof. Ramakrishna also equally retaliated. 
   “ Who said you are not a scholar Mr. Ramakrishna; we whole heartedly acknowledge you; and you have done research and you are one of the gems among the world’s renowned Archaeologists. But I put it to you, if there is no superhuman power, why the millions and billions of people in the world are worshiping the Almighty? Why there are massive constructions of churches, mosques, temples, and such other shrines all over the world?” Dr. Sirajuddin questioned him rather politely but firmly. 
   “ Mr. Sirajuddin there are heaps of burials belonging prehistoric periods way back to millions of years old which are unearthed. And of course the Egyptian pyramids are also of historical times. They are all human creations, and they have their superstitions and traditional beliefs from times immemorial for your kind information doctor” Prof. Ramakrishna was also very firm in his stand. 
   “ Sorry Mr. Ramakrishna and I support Mr. Sirajuddin. And my dear friends let Mr. Ramakrishna be put to test whether he can survive or nor? And please throw him out of the flight?” Prof. Gandhi passed an order. 
   “ Sorry professor, you are doing a crime; it is barbarous, unethical, and inhuman; and it is unbecoming of you being named after a great soul, the father of Indian nation” Prof. Ramakrishna appealed to him.  
   “ Sorry Mr. Ramakrishna please don’t forget that you are also named after great Hindu Gods, who are known for Hindu dharma, but you say that you have no faith in them. There are Gods in every religion, whatsoever manner we see and offer prayers to them. And yours is a self contradictory statement. Is it not Mr. Ramakrishna?” Said one of the co passengers, who was an orthodox Christian. 
   
   There was no immediate response from him.  
   
   “ No human being has the right to kill his fellow being, since he cannot turn the dead alive gentleman” Prof. Ramakrishna answered him with humility. 
   “ Who said it? Where it is written? Can there be a single example to show Mr. Ramakrishna?”  
   
   Prof. Gandhi asked him straight. 
   
   “ I believe that they are not publicized, but they are only felt by the kind hearts Mr. Gandhi; and of course I need not enlighten you what does kind heart mean?” Said Prof. Ramakrishna. 
   
   In the meanwhile his followers tied the hands of Prof. Ramakrishna as instructed by Prof. Gandhi, and accordingly they opened the exit door. 
   
   “ Mr. Ramakrishna, before dropping you, may I ask you one last question”  
   “ Yes Mr. Gandhi, I will definitely answer”   Prof. Ramakrishna replied at once. 
   “ But you must speak truth only” 
   “ Okay Mr. Gandhi, certainly I will speak truth”  
   “ I straight put it to you; can you jump out of the flight and survive without air jacket? And before doing it so what will be your first and the last message to the world?” He said and waited for his reply. 
   
   Prof. Ramakrishna didn’t answer him, but he only smiled; perhaps it might be his answer. 
   
   “ Okay Mr. Ramakrishna, I take your silence, your lovely and pleasant smile as your first and the last message that you are happily dying. My dear friends I hope you might have understood his firm stand, and now you can throw him out from the flight” 
   
   Prof. Gandhi passed the final order. 
   
   “ Mr. Rmakrishna you better close your eyes before you are thrown out of the flight” One of the followers of Prof. Gandhi instructed him. 
   
   Prof. Ramakrishna looked down. The flight was more than 50,000 feet away from the sea level. He couldn’t find anything beneath the flying zone, except the clouds. 
   
   
   His eyes were closed with a piece of cloth; and he was standing like a statue.  
   
   “ I say leave him” Said Prof. Gandhi seriously. 
   
   And there was no feeling or expression on the face of Mr. Ramakrishna.  
   
   
   Prof. Gandhi and all the co- passengers in the flight expected that Mr. Ramakrishna would raise hue and cry just like a LKG boy. But it didn’t happen. 
   
   
   The followers of Prof. Gandhi left him. 
   
   
   He was about to fall, but the comrades hold him back as they had already kept a rope to the hock, which was already there towards his back and he was pulled inside. 
   
   “ Don’t you fear the gigantic feat Mr. Ramakrishna; at least on the edge of death also don’t you pray the Lord? Even at this moment also don’t you agree that God only saved you and is in existence?” Prof. Gandhi tried his best to convince him. 
   
   As a token of reply he just smiled and answered him. 
   
   “ It is quite unfortunate experience for me in the civilized world. It is more or less praying for peace at the gunpoint; and asking for life after the decomposition of the dead body. And it is all your creation; you only instructed to throw me; and at the same time you hinted your friends to save me professor; and I confidently say that both the actions are human efforts only” Said Prof. Ramakrishna.  
   “ But for me it means two different actions, one is evil thought, which is of human origin; and the second one is divine thought, which is God’s creation” Prof. Gandhi replied politely. 
   “ Never, and it can’t be. And I say it is all your illusion Mr. Gandhi” Prof. Ramakrishna also said firmly. 
   “ I am sorry Mr. Ramakrishna, I don’t mean that I would convince you, but I just put you to test for the better understanding of our good friends i.e. the jihadists only. But you proved yourself much tougher than the Indian Mujahedeen” Prof. Gandhi confessed and frankly. 
   “ That is fine Mr. Gandhi; and for whatever test I am subjected, I agree to the extent that there are as many devotees as, there are also countless number of Gods and Goddesses, and for them equally shrines, and structures are existing in the world; and for me not the first part but the second part is important as it is my subject” Prof. Ramakrishna replied. 
   “ You mean to say all these are human creations only?” The commander of the Indian Mujahedeen asked him. 
   “ Yes gentleman, it is not only me, but the available subjects and the apparent artefacts are revealing that all images are manmade and so also all churches, Mosques, Temples, and such other shrines, which are all human creations and constructions only and are not descendent from heaven or constructed by any super power overnight” Prof. Ramakrishna said. 
   
   There was absolutely serenity. Nobody intervened in between them. They all know that it was a tough subject besides sensitive too. 
   
   “ Mr. Ramakrishna, may I expect you to come up with your personal experiences?” The commander of the suicidal squad requested him. 
   “ Okay gentlemen for your understanding I am to speak certain facts which I know from my research. Ladies and gentleman, before I joined as a student of Archaeology, I was under the impression that all the images, idols, sculptures, structures, and shrines of all faiths are just descendents from nature or else created by some super power. But after I started studying the iconography, sculptures, art, architecture, paintings of shrines, temples, Mosques and Churches, I have realized that they are all the hand work of the human beings only. And as an Archaeologist and as a Historian I never fear to speak out the facts. All the characters in the holy books depicted as either Devine or demon are only true history of mankind, which had happened at different ages in different periods at different places; and hence we find the traces of cultures and civilizations in different strata’s of the soils in the world.  
   
   And if we ask anybody about his personal opinion about soul, life after death, and the existence of God, certainly they reserve their options. Even if any of us still insist them to reveal means it is nothing but infringing their right to religion and faith. But, for you I set at side my profession for some time for discussion with you; and also neither I don’t want to remain selfish nor fear of being exposed to some faith or the other. 
   
   
   Ladies and gentle men, I put it to you does any parent tolerate their children being subjected to cruelty? 
   
   
   Nobody answered him. 
   
   “ Is there really any God or some super power in existence to protect his children?” He posed another question and just waited for their reply.  
   
   Even the orthodox failed to answer him. 
   
   “ If so what great has the Devine done, when so many of his children washed away in tsunami, which included innocent people, the old aged, women, children and even months babies?  
   
   And what great sin the months’ babies have committed? Can anybody answer me please?” Prof. Ramakrishna lost his temper and questioned them quite emotionally. 
   
   “ You are speaking from abstracts Mr. Ramakrishna” One of the passengers who is much older than Prof. Ramakrishna tried to rule out his confusion and impressions on God.  
   
   But, the commander of the militants never allowed the air passenger to continue. 
   
   “ Okay gentlemen, give me a chance, I answer you, but before that please tell me how the true believer of truth and nonviolence,Mr. Mohan Das Karam Chand Gandhi, the father of Indian Nation, was killed by his own country man? Can anybody answer what great sin the grand old man did to his country and his people? Is it a great mistake he got independence to India and Pakistan? Does anyone at least wish such a painful death? But why and how the so called ‘the great Devine’ has done a great injustice to such a noble soul?” He waited for reply. 
   “ Sorry gentleman, may it be Hinduism, Christianity or your Islam, even Lord Jesus, the world’s greatest philanthropist having millions and billions of devotees, was not an exception but was crucified by his own fellow beings. But still we call ourselves as human beings. 
   
   We feel that we are blessed with noble souls; and try to convince ourselves and believe that we have to reap the consequences of Karma (sins) of previous lives even if they are of the noble souls. And there is no science or logic or magic. 
   
   And it is not far from truth that except the human beings, no other   species in this universe will kill its own species, whatever ferocious it is, for their aggrandizement. 
   
   Then my question is that how can the human beings be called pious? We only go to Churches, temples, Mosques, Dharghas, and such other shrines, whenever we are in distress and when we fail to get help from people around us. Are we not selfish then? It is an ever known fact that no one could answer these questions. Even if I am asked I too may become stale like anybody else. Truthfully everyone knows the facts. Why this type of attitude is only confined to the human beings, but not to any living being on the earth? The reason is that both the Angle and the demon are within us only. But, whom to choose is given to our prophecy. Obviously, for name sake we choose the first one, but in practice the latter is naturally in our every action, because we are human beings having more weakness than any other species in the world” Prof. Rmakrishna concluded. 
   
   “ No” a strange and an unknown metallic voice has come in high volume of sound and the resound has created vibrations within the flying aero plane. Everyone became panic on hearing an unusual voice in high pitch and with the greatest vibrations, came from an unknown person, which the normal human beings couldn’t hear or bear.  
   “ My dear children, I caution you not to believe his analysis. What he taught cannot be accepted. You have already witnessed what had happened in your presence. It is true that Mr. Jinnah’s soul left his body in the flight itself; and his soul travels much faster than even the races of the sun. And I assure you that the soul of Mr. Jinnah will definitely reach the burial of Mr. Rahman before the soul of Mr. Rahman gets out of his body at the funeral prey” And the voice stopped abruptly. 
   “ Prof. Ramakrishna you are also witness to this, now can you deny that there is no soul? And there is no life after death?” Said Dr. Sirajuddin. 
   “ Sure doctor, I will definitely accept whatever you said, but on one condition” Prof. Ramakrishna replied. 
   “ What is it Mr. Ramakrishna?” Dr. Sirajuddin asked him. 
   “ I want to know one thing from you Mr. Sirajuddin” Prof. Ramakrishna asked him. 
   “ Sure, you need not hesitate to ask me anything professor” Said Dr. Sirajuddin.  
   “ I fear you may get hurt” 
   “ No, not at all Prof. Ramakrishna, you may proceed”  
   “ Thank you, as you have assured me I will. Can you tell us who lectured on God, soul and life after death? And will you please ripe open the mystery Mr. Sirajuddin?” Prof. Ramakrishna asked him point blank. 
   “ I hope it might be the divine spirit Mr. Jinnah” Dr. Sirajuddin replied. 
   “ I will definitely accept and acknowledge your confident reply, provided you show him Mr. Sirajuddin?” Prof. Ramakrishna put him in quandary. 
   “ Sorry Mr. Ramakrishna, you know pretty well that the Spirit is invisible” Dr. Sirajuddin said. 
   “ Mr. Sirajuddin one can say along with the Holy Spirit devil is also invisible. Please don’t forget that you are a doctor, and we are all learned and knowledgeable people, and we only believe in science and technology, rather than the so called holy spirits and demons” 
   “ Yes Mr. Ramakrishna, I admit that. I am also a doctor, but at the same time, even some of the unanswered questions of science   are answered by the Holy Spirit, then how can science be greater than the Holy Spirit?” Dr. Sirajuddin said. 
   “ Mr. Sirajuddin I am not disagreeing with you, but before that may I request you to show that Holy Spirit of Dr. Jinnah?” Prof. Ramakrishna again posed another question. 
   “ If it is visible, it can’t be Holy Spirit Mr. Ramakrishna. Anyway I try my best to explain what the Holy Spirit means? There is absolutely no secret in it Mr. Ramakrishna, and it is only our feelings and beliefs that guide us towards Hindu dharma” Dr. Sirajuddin said.  
   “ Sorry Mr. Sirajuddin, you are again bring another abstract thing into picture and trying to convince me” 
   “ I am not speaking anything new about the Holy Spirit,but I am speaking only out of my experiments with the truth and facts Mr. Ramakrishna” 
   “ I am sorry Mr. Sirajuddin, it is only a myth. In the age of science and technology, you being a famous doctor, you are expected by every one of us here to support science and not superstitions” Prof. Ramakrishna became little emotional and said. 
   “ It seems you are angry with me, and I am sorry to remind you Mr. R. K that Indians claim themselves the heritage of Gandhi and so they claim themselves as followers of Gandhi. In fact truth and non violence, peace and love are in Hindu culture and traditions, rather than war and violence are there in Indian blood, which you might have forgotten Mr. Ramakrishna. Anyway here is a modern Gandhi and let us ask him and may I take liberty to ask you Mr. Gandhi to clarify the doubts of Mr. Ramakrishna please?” Dr. Sirajuddin requested him. 
   “ I am speaking professionally nothing personal. What do you say Mr. Gandhi? But our friend is referring the name of the father of our nation and fortunately your parents have adopted you the name of Gandhi with some zeal if I am right, isn’t?” Prof. Ramakrishna made up his mind very clear. 
   “ I don’t know, nor do I really deserve to be compared with such an honourable man. Unfortunately, most of the people couldn’t understand the Gandhian philosophy in true spirit. Of course, it is an ocean. Anyway let us not fight for abstracts gentlemen; better confine to existing things only” Prof. Gandhi intervened and pacified the situation. 
     
   
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   And in the high jacked flight in the air, everybody was busy with their own interests, because with the second highjack, the air passengers were feeling little comfort as Prof. Gandhi assured them to feel at home. 
   
   
   For the Honeymoon couple there was no end for their enjoyment in the so called Honeymoon suit, i.e. the toilet which was bolted from inside. 
   
   
   And the unfortunate girl had been suffering from premenstrual pains and the poor mother couldn’t get chance to take her daughter to the toilet. 
   
   
   The sugar levels had gone down to the sugar patients. 
   
   
   People of different nationalities were whispering to each other.  
   
   
   If they were couples with deep kiss, and if they were parents with a hug with their children, and of course the youth with the opposite sex were doing all types of sexual play, thinking that it was their final moment. 
   
   “ Please show some mercy on the patients, and also there are children, women and the aged Mr. Gandhi” Prof Ramakrishna requested him. 
   “ You have not understood me Mr. Ramakrishna, I am not a jihadist, nor a man eater to suck human blood in the name of terror; and for your kind information I have freed each and every one of you, except the jihadists; and the crew is also ready to serve you, but unfortunately nobody is placing any order, I think they are still suspecting me” Prof. Gandhi spoke to him very politely. 
   “ I thank you Mr. Gandhi for your kindness. My dear friends and co- passengers, you can trust him. I also assure you that he will not harm anybody, please refresh yourselves and be relaxed, and take some snacks” Prof. Ramakrishna cajoled them. 
   
   The flight was crossing the high seas and nearing the boarders of India. 
   
     
   
   
   Chapter: 22 
   
   
     
   
   The flight landed safely. 
   
     
   “ Thank you very much Prof. Gandhi for not only protecting us but also proved to the world that ours is a peace loving country and ‘nonviolence and love thy neighbor’ is our culture and heritage. But, beware of the High jacks, because they may nourish grudge against you professor” Said Prof. R. K. 
   “ It is all over Prof. Ramakrishna when you were in slumbering sleep. The flight landed safely. And all the passengers are taken to their destination. Fortunately I, Dr. Sirajuddin and you only remain here” 
   “ But, I cannot believe this Prof. Gandhi. I am still doubtful about the high jacks?” said Prof. R. K.  
   “ It is fact that I only high jacked the flight; and since then I along with my friends have been with you only Mr. R. K” Said Prof. Gandhi smilingly. 
   “ I am asking about the Indian Mujahedeen Mr. Gandhi” Prof. R. K asked him. 
   “ Their game is over; the leader along with his comrades of the Indian Mujahedeen have succumbed to love Mr. R. K” 
   “ What love, they are hard core militants I don’t think that they have loving hearts” 
   “ Sorry Mr. R K, love is universal, may it be human or beasts. There is no separate titles like lover’s love, terrorists love, but there is only one universal love i.e., the ultimate, which is the result of transformation of everyone from human to humane, may it be physical or spiritual Mr. R K”  
   “ Thank you Mr. Gandhi for enlighten me on the concept of love. But what happened to the jihadists?” 
   “ There is no need to worry about them. I have already told you that the jihadists are also transformed them from blood bath to love bath. In fact, when once the flight as per its schedule flown towards India means that the flight is not high jacked at all Mr. R. K” Prof. Gandhi assured him. 
   “ I am confused sir” 
   “ No confusion, it is very simple. Your doubt is only about the High jacks, isn’t?” 
   
   He simply said “Yes” 
   
   “ They joined the mainstream of the society forgetting their concept of Jihad Mr. R K” 
   “ What?" 
   “ Yes, what am I revealing is truth Mr. R K?” 
   “ They are hard core terrorists; how could they over night turn to be lovers of peace and non violence Mr. Gandhi?” Prof. R K couldn’t believe it and asked him to clarify his doubt.  
   “ The lion and the tiger are known for their ferociousness, but still there are people, who are playing with them Mr. R K” Dr. Sirajuddin explain him. 
   
   It was a surprise to Prof. Ramakrishna, as one side Prof. Gandhi and on the other side Dr. Sirajuddin was taking care of him. 
   
   “ The terrorists having committed to their ideology, how could they change their mind over night doctor?” Prof. R K asked in a state of confusion and looked at Dr. Sirajuddin. 
   “ That is the magic of love” He said in reply. 
   “ What do you mean by that?” 
   “ Yes, they fell in love with the Indian spinsters” 
   “ Are they Muslims? 
   “ No, they are Hindus” 
   “ Is it?” 
   “ Yes” 
   “ Strange! Do the Indian girls really fall in love with the Muslim boys?” 
   “ Yes, of course! And what is great in it  
   
   Mr. R K?” 
   
   “ How could our Hindu spinsters love Muslim Boys?” 
   “ Love at their first sight. Love is universal, and no love or lover in the world so far ever tried to know about their religion, before they fall in love with the opposite sex`, perhaps you may not know Mr. R K” Dr. Sirajuddin took a class on love. 
   “ At least don’t the Indian spinsters ask the Muslim boys to convert into Hinduism?” Prof. R. K asked in frustration. 
   “ No” He reacted spontaneously. 
   “ Nor at least don’t they put some conditions?” Prof. Ramakrishna asked him with some hope. 
   “ What conditions?” Dr. Sirajuddin was surprised to hear and retaliated at once. 
   “ To marry them in Indian style and with Indian traditions and customs and to settle down in India?” Prof. Ramakrishna asked him rather hurriedly. 
   “ No Mr. Sirajuddin, those conditions appear to be quite ridiculous. Is there any example that the bride not only in India, but also anywhere in the world remains with her parents after marriage?” Dr. Sirajuddin posed him a sensible question. 
   “ Of course, I can’t give you any example at once, and I think I need some time to search to find” Prof. Rmakrishna said. 
   “ It is a funny answer, we are not writing any play to perform on the stage Mr. Ramakrishna” 
   “ Then why the Indian spinsters are so sober? Why they simply yielded to the Pakistan bridegrooms without putting any conditions?” Prof. Ramakrishna was feeling for the way the Indian spinsters behaved. 
   “ Who told you Mr. Ramakrishna that the Indian brides are sober and innocent than their counterparts in Pakistan? In fact they have also put some conditions, not to the bridegroom, but to their parents” Dr. Sirajuddin said. 
   “ What?” The professor was anxiously looking at him for reply. 
   “ The conditions put by the Indian spinsters to their parents are that their marriages should be solemnized in the style of Muslim customs and traditions, and they must be freed to go to their in laws after their marriage” 
   “ I can’t believe this Mr. Sirajuddin. I don’t think that the Hindu Spinsters are daring enough to do this. It is quite unbecoming of and Indians may feel bad you know” Prof. Ramakrishna expressed his unhappiness over their behaviour.  
   “ No, and not yet all Mr. Ramakrishna. Likes and dislikes are always above pride and prejudice” Said Dr. Sirajuddin to cut him to size. 
   “ But, there are geographical, social barriers, and finally race and religion come in between them you know Mr. Sirajuddin” 
   “ No, and never and I assure you that it is not history to repeat, but it is practically their lives and not anybody else Mr. Ramakrishna” 
   “ But, I never expected that the Hindu spinsters will stoop down to that level” Prof. Ramakrishna said seriously. 
   “ Mr. Sirajuddin let me answer him as he has been feeling as it happened to his own daughters” Prof. Gandhi intervened and said. 
   
   Dr. Sirajuddin kept quit. 
   
   “ Mr. Ramakrishna if you don’t mind may I take liberty to advice you?” Prof. Gandhi obligated him rather politely. 
   “ Sure Mr. Gandhi, you may please” Prof. Ramakrishna said politely. 
   “ Mr. Ramakrishna we are all human beings first and later only social beings. Have you forgotten this universal fact? You have only narrowed yourself to your research, saying fossils and artefacts, cultures and civilizations; and bluntly condemning the universal faiths and beliefs. Even to express your findings also there is a way and it should not infringe the beliefs of others. I feel ashamed to call you Professor; for God’s sake please either you change your attitude or better discard your doctorate for the good of the society Mr. Ramakrishna. 
   
   And I am sorry I might have hurt you, but I have no other way except to speak harshly, and that is also only to make you understand” 
   
   
   Prof. Gandhi made his mind very clear. 
   
   “ It’s okay Mr. Gandhi, I don’t mind even if the entire world turns hostile to me, but one thing you all must know when Muslims are protecting their cult, so do I expect the same shall be repeated by the Hindus and hence I am not wrong” Prof. Ramakrishna said convincingly. 
   “ Excuse me Mr. Gandhi please let me interact with Prof. Ramakrishna” 
   “ Okay carry on Mr. Sirajuddin” Prof. Gandhi gave him permission. 
   “ Even now also your understanding about your spinsters is wrong; please keep open your options Professor. Please remember that you are not writing history, but you are living in the 21 st  century” Dr. Sirajuddin intervened in between them and said. 
   “ It’s okay Mr. Sirajuddin everyone has his own ideology and consequent explanation. Now I straight put it to you some simple questions, can you answer them please?”  
   “ Certainly, why not? Time and again when you are referring Hindu spinsters, I am asking you straight what about your spinster’s Mr. Sirajuddin. I don’t think that are they selfish like ours?” Prof. Ramakrishna said with certain painful feelings. 
   “ Sorry Mr. Ramakrishna, the teenage girls and boys anywhere in the world, more or less are having same emotions and feelings. And love is universal. The problem is not with love and lovers, but with our ego, and with our generation gap in the name of adulthood only” Dr. Sirajuddin tried to explain him. 
   “ Okay Mr. Sirajuddin, please answer me and later I will definitely stand for your scrutiny. Now my doubt is what happened to the pretty girl Miss. Sania?” Prof. Ramakrishna posed a question.  
   “ Okay, let me clarify his inhibitions Mr. Sirajuddin” Prof. Gandhi intervened. 
   “ Okay sir as you please” Dr. Sirajuddin said politely.  
   “ I put it to you Mr. R. K, before knowing that, what your expectation is about the innocent girl Miss. Sania?” Prof. Gandhi wanted to know his opinion. 
   “ I suppose she got her fiancé converted to Islam and later married him in Muslim passion and traditions and later both of them might have flown to Pakistan” Prof. Ramakrishna said as a common man. 
   “ Then you are absolutely wrong Mr. Ramakrishna, as everybody expected; she has married Mr. Samrat, the famous Tennis player of India. But, they have not flown to Pakistan. They have married in Indian passion and traditions; and as Indian bride goes to her in laws, Mrs. Sania Samrat remains with her in laws in India only.  
   
   Now tell me Mr. Ramakrishna, is religion influenced people or people surpassed religion?” Prof. Gandhi straight questioned him. 
   
   
   For a moment Mr. Ramakrishna, the Professor in History and Archaeology was speechless. 
   
   “ And for your kind information all religions are true Mr. Ramakrishna, and you made research in History and Archaeology, but yours is lacking reality. And your research is only base on abstracts with plus or minus, lacking practicality. In fact you are more knowledgeable than all of us and I need not enlighten you. But, I mean to say few things to you.  
   
   Religion will never create boarders and barriers Mr. Ramakrishna. But, the man who invented it may perhaps create.  
   
   
   And I am sorry I commented you to discard your doctorate. This I said after a great struggle and heartfelt feelings because I am a great fan of Late Mr. Jinnah. He is such a noble man with a kind heart, and generous character that he never spoke a lie; who believed in peace and non-violence on par with Mr. Mohan Das Kharm Chand Gandhi, the Father of Indian Nation in true spirit.  
   
   
   And for your information, the father of our nation never spoke against any religion, against human beliefs and values. Please read this novel Mr. Ramakrishna. Of course the man who scribed this is not a scholar like you. But as a lay man with his acquired and limited knowledge he wrote this novel in the language he knew” Said Prof. Gandhi and presented an English novel to him. 
   
   
   Prof. Ramakrishna went through some of the pages of the novel and later raised his head to say goodbye to him.  
   
   
   So also Dr. Sirajuddin wanted to thank Prof. M. K. Gandhi. But, henceforth they both could not find Prof. Gandhi there. 
   
   
   They were stunned, but were convinced that truth was invisible. 
   
   
   Prof. Ramakrishna, an Indian and Dr. Sirajuddin, also an Indian only remained there. 
   
     
   
   
   Chapter: 23  
   
   
     
   “ Well Mr. Sirajuddin and then we must accept the fact that the Indians only saved the victims from the high jacks as they have all respect for Hinduism and Hindu Dharma which is more pious and purity than any other religion in the world, and it certainly creates a page for its humanism in the history of terrorism in the world” Prof. R K said as a Historian cum an Archaeologist. 
   “ Mr. R K, I still remember that you said for cultures and civilizations there are no boundaries and barriers; and now have you forgotten your own statement? Or else have you taken all together a U turn? And then what about truth in your research?” Dr. Sirajuddin didn’t hesitate to point out him. 
   “ I beg your pardon Mr. Sirajuddin, but before clarifying your doubts can I ask you few questions?” Prof. R K asked him. 
   “ You are most welcome Mr. R K, but before answering you, I too expect you to answer my few simple and petty questions” 
   “ Sure Mr. Sirajuddin” Prof. R K assured him. 
   “ Okay, you are more qualified and you’re younger than me you may please ask me Mr. R K” Dr. Sirajuddin suggested him to avail the first chance. 
   “ I thank you Mr. Sirajuddin for your marvellous culture and gentle behaviour; and my first question is Mr. Jinnah a Muslim or Hindu?” Prof .R K put to him. 
   “ Well Mr. R K in spite of our fair and frank discussions also, you being a renowned professor and scholar in History and Archaeology still you are interested to know about Mr. Jinnah’s religion. And I really feel pity about your narrow mindedness; leave alone the fanatics and the common man.  
   
   In fact I don’t want to hurt you, but I am rather pained to tell you the facts and you may decide by yourself. Before deciding please let me know whether you are a Dravidian or an Aryan or blend of the two or the unknown fourth?” This time Dr. Sirajuddin put Prof. R K in a state of confusion.  
   
   
   Prof. R K being an Archaeologist and Historian was shocked for the first time. 
   
   “ Okay Mr. R K, I know that you couldn’t answer me; and for that matter none of us can answer truthfully the questions, and if anybody dares to answer means they will have to go back to millions and billions of years to decide one’s own genealogy, which is practically impossible and even for you as an Archaeologist also. 
   
   But I must certainly clarify your doubts as per my promise. Please have little patient in hearing, and later you can answer me Mr. R K. 
   
   “ Mr. X’s grander father is a true Hindu, and his grandmother is a true Christian, and to marry his grandmother in Christian faith, his grandfather has converted himself to Christianity and got married her; and they begot a male child, who is no other than Mr. X’s father. Now tell me to which religion Mr. X’s father belongs?  
   
   And later Mr. X’s father fell in love with an orthodox Muslim girl. In order to marry her in Muslim fashion, he converted himself to Islam and married her and begot Mr. X; and now you decide to which religion Mr. X belongs?” Dr. Sirajuddin put him in quandary. 
   
   
   Prof. R K was confused and he immediately couldn’t guess to whom Dr. Sirajuddin was referring.  
   
   “ Don’t be hasty, please take your own time Mr. R K. But I expect definite answers from you” Said Prof. Gandhi and left him free.  
   
   Mr. R K was thinking and trying to recollect the mystery.  
   
   
   
   
   Chapter- 24 
   
   
     
   
   Mr. R K could observe that Mr. Sirajuddin was feeling so much for the injustice done to a nobleman in this world. 
   
   
   But later after some pause, Mr. R K could guess it. 
   
   “ Mr. Sirajuddin, are you not referring the story of Mr. & Mrs. Amrin Rahman?” Prof. R K asked him all of a sudden. 
   
   Mr. Sirajuddin simply said “yes” 
   
   “ Is Mr. Jinnah their son?” Prof. R. K continued. 
   
   Dr. Sirajuddin couldn’t answer him. But, Prof. R K could find tears rolling in his eyes. 
   
   “ Mr. Sirajuddin, may I ask you one more question please?” 
   
   He again nodded his head. 
   
   “ Is Mr. Jinnah alive?” 
   
   There was absolute serenity. 
   
   “ Mr. Sirajuddin, if you don’t mind, can I ask you one last question please” 
   “ Please carry on Mr. R K” Said Dr. Sirajuddin. 
   “ Mr. Sirajuddin, if I am not wrong the man who spoke on life, after death, and rebirth, is the soul of Mr. Jinnah, isn’t it?” Prof. R K asked him straight.  
   “ You are absolutely right Mr. R K and I heart- fully thank you for accepting the concepts of life, after death, rebirth, and the existence of soul” Dr. Sirajuddin said with cheerfulness. “Sorry Mr. Sirajuddin, it doesn’t mean that I am deviated from my research in History and Archaeology, but as a common man I only accept your analysis” Said Prof. R K. 
   “ It’s okay Mr. R K, but please go through the book presented by Mr. Gandhi; and later I am sure that you may forget your research and start propagating the concepts of life, after death, rebirth and about the existence of soul. Good luck and goodbye Prof. R K” Dr. Sirajuddin concluded. 
   “ I thank you Mr. Sirajuddin for sparing me your valuable time” Prof. R K said and opened the novel. 
   
   It was a love story between two nations, three religions in one world Prof. R K was surprised to see that Mr. Jinnah, a Pakistan National was the man who penned the love story between an Indian boy and a Pakistani girl; followed by the post Independent incidents that occurred in both the countries, India and Pakistan. 
   
   
   It was nothing but the story of ‘After death, an ultimate truth’ in English. 
   
   “ Excuse me Mr. Sirajuddin, I can’t believe this. How a citizen of Pakistan could write the most fascinating love story of an Indian, whom he didn’t see at all; nor at least step into the Indian soil to know about him? 
   
   It struck to his mind, but he couldn’t answer it, further he was put to severe stress and in a state of confusion, as he couldn’t find Mr. Sirajuddin there. 
   
   
   He looked all around, but to his dismay he couldn’t find Dr. Sirajuddin at visible distance or anywhere since then. 
   
   
   Prof. R K finally understood that it was with the holy spirit of Dr. Jinnah he spent quite a sensible and precious time for sharing the philosophy of life,i.e.the mysterious knowledge about life, after death, soul and rebirth.  
   
   
   He then recollected the comments of Dr. Sirajuddin: “As an Archaeologist you shouldn’t have boarders and barriers. Religion is not the off spring of the heaven; but it is groomed in the human minds only; and subsequently there existed a great divide in the form of boarders and barriers and they had been grown up like mushrooms in the world” 
   
   
   Now as an archaeologist and a historian, Prof. R K could reconstruct the post Independence incidents that occurred in both in India and in Pakistan. Many families suffered and became victims in the hands of both only after partition in the name of religion only.  
   
   
   Prof. R K understood that Dr. Jinnah’s episode was not only a live or an illusion or restricted to only incidents, but it was his Holy Spirit that revealed a true love story of an Indian boy and a Pakistan girl of two different countries of post Independence. 
   
     
   
   
   Chapter- 25 
   
   
     
   “ Ladies and gentlemen for sharing bed and butter, the wife and husband, don’t care for the caste, creed or cultures. 
   
   And from times immemorial, there have been no marked objections between men and women in the world to cohabitate, irrespective of which continent, country, kingdom, race, and dynasty they belong, and the language they speak, to which cultures and traditions they belong?  
   
   
   In fact, there took place great battles and wars between kings and countries not only for territories and royal treasures but also for queens.  
   
   
   But now for living as good neighbours, Most of the people in the world are still narrow minded; and they have been creating boarders and barriers between the human beings, forgetting the concepts of universal fraternity, one world state and one World Nation but for in the name of religion clubbing into politics.  
   
   
   And the most painful thing to note in this civilised world is that no animal kills its own species; but on the contrary here are some humans, who only kill their fellow beings for their selfish ends. 
   
   
   The one and the only cause for the world to be divided into a number of geographical territories and consequent bloodshed are not only racial but also people’s blind faith in religion.  
   
   
   Though the apparent cause is religion the affected are the innocent people. 
   
   
   Is there no any solitary example to show that there is any relic or shrine or structure, or Sanctum Santorum which really helped the human beings in times of dare necessity? 
   
   
   If it is so, why there are heaps and mounds of skeletons found in the strata’s of earth, as a result of unnatural deaths due to natural disasters, calamities like earthquakes, floods, inundations, tsunami, and epidemics, and found in front of the great structures and so also in the Sanctum Santorum’s, than to speak against the invisible Almighty either paying deaf year or to raise huge and cry. 
   
   
   There are teeming millions of the grief stricken and needy people in the world, but still they have hope in their future.  
   
   
   But what great are the religions, or holy books, and structures of existing cults which couldn’t come to the rescue of the innocent people and the countries in the world in case of dire consequences?  
   
   
   And then what great is there to speak about any faith in the universe? 
   
   
   In reality it remains only a myth, and practically there has been no relief for any human being either from any religion or by any divine, except thy good neighbours. 
   
   
   Now can anybody answer these questions? Is there any religion which guarantees food, clothing and shelter to all mankind in the world? 
   
   
   Is there any noble hand which can save mankind from the nature’s wrath and universal catastrophes such as tsunami, earthquakes, tornados, floods, and inundations in the world? Is there any religion that can bear and cure the pain and sufferings of the mankind in the world? Or is there any God sent man who can wipe off the tears of human beings?  
   
   
   Is there any faith which can satisfy the mankind from the lust for power, wealth and thrust for pleasures in the world? 
   
   
   Is there any cult which creates forever happy mankind in the world? 
   
   
   Is there any faith which can create immortals in the world? 
   
   
   Or is there any religion which can turn the dead alive in the world? 
   
   
   Is there any faith which advocates religious bigotry in the world? 
   
   
   If not is there any faith which can bring all religions together under one roof in the world? 
   
   
   And now one can read the love story of Mr. M. K. Gandhi, which of course the entire world knows. But still there is something new to know about Gandhi and his philosophy of life. 
   
   
   If an Indian prays late Mr. M.K. Gandhi is not a novel. And a South African admires him is quite expected. If the British praises him and unveiled his 9ft bronze statue in London’s Parliament Square, means it is something great that the world must know. 
   
   
   A traditional Pakistani Muslim, who doesn’t know about Hinduism, but only learnt and finally accomplished his long cherished goal of scribing the Biography of ‘The Father of Indian Nation’, Mahatma Gandhi is something the world has yet to understand. 
   
   
   And from the blood of the peace lover, the biography of Mahatma is reborn. In fact for such noble souls there is no death; because they live forever not only in books in libraries and as statues in museums; but also in the hearts of the human beings, who are the most benevolent” 
   
   
   So far whatever queries and answers the air passengers heard, they all are identified as truly the voice of Dr. Jinnah. And again the voice of Dr. Jinnah continued. 
   
   “ Well ladies and gentlemen it is me, and I am Mr. Jinnah and it is my philosophy of life. It was quite unfortunate that my father lit fire to my dead body, because of the borders and barriers created by the human beings. For which my grandson has been reaping the consequences and since about thirty years doing unpaid service to the dead at the burial ground, he even forgotten his personal identity but was only called under the nick name as Mr. Corpse (The dead body); and to free him from his karma I am born to him and his begum Amrin; and I have performed my duty to relive him from his agony. 
   
   I hope you understand that I am reborn to my grandson and granddaughter in law, Mr. & Mrs. Rahman alias Ram Mohan alias Mr. Corpse, an Indian and Mrs. Amrin, a Pakistani; but both are human beings and are humane. And now my son Mr. Rammohan would light fire to my corpse. 
   
   
   I thank you the Noble world and goodbye my children” Dr. Jinnah concluded and then his metallic voice mixed with the pleasant atmosphere and henceforth there was absolute serenity. 
   
   “ Indeed it is really a great book written by Dr. Jinnah, a common man, but a nobleman” Prof. Ramakrishna praised him. 
     
   
   
   Chapter: 26 
   
   
     
   “ How are you Mr. Ramakrishna? Are you feeling comfort now?” One of the Surgeons in the post operation session asked Prof. R K, while the latter was slowly regaining conscious. 
   
   Prof. R K looked all around and he understood that it was ICU and he was attended by specialists. He suffered a severe heart attack, while reading a novel while in the air journey. 
   
   “ Is it open heart surgery doctor?” He asked him in a very feeble voice. 
   “ No, it is just a simple operation and it is quite successful, nothing to worry Mr. R K, please take rest” The surgeon told him a lie to save him from critical condition. 
   
   In fact it is the primary duty of every expert while treating his patient to strengthen him mentally and also to cajole him. 
   
   
   Now Prof. R K, who was in ICU, could visualize what all he experienced was narrated in the novel; and while reading it only he dreamt off but not in reality; except travelling in international flight; the announcement of high jack of the flight by the militancy; and subsequently himself suffering from heart attack that followed by an operation, which was known to him only through the cardiologist. 
   
   “ Doctor what has happened to the high jacked flight?” Prof. R K asked him anxiously. 
   “ You shouldn’t think unnecessary things Mr. R K; and as a doctor I advise you to take complete rest” The doctor said politely. 
   “ I am alright doctor, please tell me what exactly has happened” He was firm and wanted to know it under any cost. 
   “ The high jacking episode is a happy ending, as you only saved the situation Mr. R K” The doctor revealed the mystery. 
   “ What!” Prof. R. K asked him in little emotion coupled with curiosity. 
   “ Yes Mr. R K it is because of your health condition only, the plane is forced to land in Indhira Gandhi International Airport, New Delhi and you are admitted in our hospital. Now you are given a small dose of sedative and please sleep comfortably” The surgeon replied him. 
   “ But I fear if I go to sleep, I may again dream and this times something more serious, please let me awake doctor” 
   “ What dream?” As the surgeon did not know about his dreaming episode, he was confused. 
   “ Please tell me doctor what happened to the Air passengers and high jacks?” 
   “ Oh! Even at this stage also you are not leaving it. It seems you are quite sensitive and so curious to know about them just like cops. Okay, if my information helps in getting you speedy recovery certainly I let you know Mr. R K. You need not worry about that incident at all; and all air passengers are safe and the high jacks surrendered themselves because to save you from heart attack Mr. R K” The surgeon said in brief. 
   “ But it is just unbelievable doctor; and I doubt how could the hard core militants and the most dreadful jihadists simply surrendered to save me?” 
   “ It was all designed by the air passengers” 
   “ What?” 
   “ Yes Mr. R K, all the passengers on board requested, rather threatened the high jack’s that they would force open all the exit doors and threw the militants, if the latter don’t respond to their request. As there was no alternative for them, the high jacks were forced to oblige their request” The surgeon told him what all he knew through the media. 
   “ If I say thanks to you means a very small word; but I must say that I owe much to you. By the way I was reading a book, can you help me to find it doctor?” Prof. R K requested the doctor. 
   “ What book?” The doctor cross questioned him. 
   “ I mean I was reading a novel while flying to India” Prof. R K told him. 
   “ Okay Mr. R K you relax and I will certainly find it”  
   
   The doctor immediately instructed one of his staff members to search it. 
   
   
   Accordingly his baggage was brought and handed over to the surgeon. 
   
   
   The doctor took out the book and gave it to Prof. R K. 
   
   “ Really I am forever thankful to you doctor” Said Prof. R K. and looking into the pages of the novel curiously. 
   
   The surgeon was surprised on notice Mr. R K’s anxiety in receiving the book ‘After Death, an ultimate Truth’, a novel written by Dr. Jinnah in English.  
   
   
   Generally the post operated patients ask only for Holy books like Bhagavad-Gita, Quran, Gurugrandh and Bible. But in contrary Prof. R K asked for a social novel.  
   
   “ Is it that interesting Mr. R K? ”  The surgeon asked him out of curiosity. 
   “ Yes doctor” 
   
   The doctor was surprised to hear from an operated patient, because while in ICU Prof. R K didn’t ask for any of the holy books, but was truly fond of a love story. 
   
   “ Yes doctor, indeed it is a great book and one has to read it at least once in life time, as it touches our hearts and teaches us the true human relations but not isms” Prof. R K said quite emotionally. 
   “ Any way, after surgery I could see some change in you Mr. R K and you are becoming quite emotional; are you feeling any discomfort Mr. R K?” The surgeon enquired him on seeing his abnormality. 
   “ I am alright doctor,   in fact earlier I used to read my subject books only, but for the first time I have read, an Indian love story in English, written by a Pakistan National. The story is not a fiction. In fact it has really happened and it leaves a message to the world regarding life, after death, about the existence of soul and that is why I troubled you to bring it. Anyway I thank you and your staff for your timely attendance, surgery and treatment to me” He said in jubilance. 
   “ So you are proving that from now onwards you are turned from   Archaeologist’ to Archaeobibiologist (Person interested in reading books)” The surgeon said smilingly. 
   “ You are absolutely right doctor, and who so ever read the books like ‘After death, an ultimate truth’ may certainly become Archaeobibiologists” Said Prof. R K. 
   
   And later he preserved the book under his pillow; perhaps he may start propagating the existence of life, after death, and finally the existence of the soul. 
   
   
   
   Chapter: 27 
   
   
   “ Truth and nonviolence are as old as human existence. Truth is not a lie. It is not hypocrisy. It is what the humane practice. It is what the mankind is supposed to think about. It is not something else, which one needs to search somewhere, but it is within human beings only; and they have to make a sincere effort to explore it and finally understand it.  
   
   It can only be possible when the human beings open their mouth to speak truth; open their eyes to see truth; and alert their ears to hear truth. Then what is truth need not be explained to human beings. And then truth alone triumphs in the world.  
   
   
   But in the modern world most of the human beings are only thinking about themselves and not for their fellow beings. Their only concern is their self. Most of the people have almost forgotten the concepts of live and let the others also live is happily. And no where we can find the one world nation and universal fraternity and they almost remain as Ethiopian.  
   
   
   Even the ferocious lioness will never hunt its prey if it is not hungry. But, the human beings are ready to kill their fellow beings only for their aggrandisement. Even the lioness never sores anything as reserve, but here are humans who are greedy to accumulate as much as possible. For them there is no scale to satisfy their thirst to exploit more and more.  
   
   
   And then the most selfish and cruellest living being on the surface of the earth obviously is the mankind. 
   
   
   In search of the truth only many great and historical personalities tried, still there have been few great people trying, but nothing could be found. 
   
   
   If the concept of truth is understood by the people, the net result is equally there is no fear of life after death; and they never commit sins in their aggrandizement for selfish ends.  
   
   
   Intellectuals, philosophers, philanthropists, God sent men like Lord Buddha, Jesus, Mahatma Gandhi, Mother Theresa propagated peace and non violence.  
   
   
   And they left a great legacy to the world and to the mankind. Certainly, it is not war and violence, but peace and nonviolence and be good and do well, which is the ultimate truth and a benevolent message they have finally given to the wonder world. 
   
   
   There is nothing to gain or lose in this materialistic world for any being, except leaving a page or two to remember thy good experiences. 
   
   
   But do any of us are having any such enriched experiences? 
   
   
   To answer this question is rather difficult for us as we are still human than humane. But, it got to be answered by everybody at some point of time in this life only before we die; and the answer should be definitely positive. 
   
   
   For those who practice this in true spirit, certainly death fears even to touch them because they live forever not only in books in the racks of the libraries, as statues in streets and in museums but also in the hearts of the people forever as long as the human civilization flourishes”  
   
     
   
   Truly yours, 
   
   
   Dr.Jinnah. 
   
     
   
   Epilogue: 
   
     
   “ Ladies and gentlemen, be at the cremation/burial of the dead of your beloved alone after the funeral for one complete day and night to know what next ‘After death’ and so also to answer the ultimate truth or mysterious questions: 
   
   What is life? 
   
   
   What is death? 
   
   
   What happens after death? 
   
   
   What is soul?  
   
   
   Where it is?  
   
   
   Does all living beings are having souls? 
   
   
   It is not far from truth that except abnormal persons and those making thesis over the subject, almost all persons in the world may not stay back alone at the cremation/burial. And at the same time, we shall not forget the fact that the cremated/ buried is our beloved one, but still we fear to stay back at the cremation/burial.  
   
   
   Does it mean that we fear our own beloved for whom we wept, and offered final rites? 
   
   
   Do we fear that the soul of our beloved dead may turn to be a spirits and move from the burials? 
   
   
   It is not a strange thing to know the fact that the care taker alone is staying at the burials.  
   
   
   Neither the care taker of the burials; and the custodian of the mortuary; nor the doctor who conducts Post mortem over the dead bodies; and the persons carrying the corpse, what shall be their feelings while discharging their duties? 
   
   
   How could they do their job without fear or favour? 
   
   
   It is a fact that while they are attending to their legitimate duty, they don’t have any belief about life after death, and also about the existence of soul after death? 
   
   
   If at any stage, they believe or feel that there is really life after death; can they attend to their professions? 
   
   
   If there is truly rebirth after death, everybody wants to be reborn as Mahatmas rather than devils.Then there will be race for doing good things, rather than doing evil things, for attaining noble birth at least in the next life after death. 
   
   
   And if really the soul of the dead is in existence, will it allow it’s next of the bereaved to commit sins? 
   
   
   Will it not save them from earthly bondages?  
   
   
   Now the unanswered universal queries are:-  
   
   
   What happens after death?  
   
   
   Whether there is rebirth or not? Whether the soul is in existence or not?  
   
   
   Though these questions appear to be abstracts, so also the answers could be. 
   
   
   Now, it is the turn of the common man to think and decide by himself, as he is only the better judge than anybody else. 
   
   
   There are certainly some answers for the quarries in this materialistic world. And they are very simple.  
   
   
   The ultimate essence of life and death is whenever there is birth for all living beings death is also inevitable part of life. As the sun rises and sets the seasons may come and go; beautiful flowers become withered and brown, some yield fruits, out of which some ripen, and after sometime they produce seeds later the cycle will continue and the tree will succumb to either nature’s wrath; so also people and other beings are born, live for some time and finally die after continuing their span of life. 
   
   
   And since the birth of the cultures and civilizations, there is no house where no one had ever died. 
   
   
   But, some people believe that there is life after death; there is rebirth and finally there is soul in existence. 
   
     
   
   But can we answer the universal quarries. 
   
     
   
   1) If a brain dead person’s organs are donated and transformed to five persons, who are on death bed and all the five are survived. And shall we pray him as Lord Brahama, the creator of all living beings, as the former blessed the five with rebirth, who are ailing on the death bed. 
   
   
   2) Alternatively let the brain dead be treated and let his brain may be re-transplant by the brain of one of the five struggling for life and the former is saved and all the five die due to the fact that the brain dead did not donate his organs as he is survived. Then shall we curse the brain dead person as if he is the incarnation of Lord Yama (God of Death in Hindu mythology)? 
   
   
   3) Suppose the spermatozoa of the brain dead person is extracted before his death; and later injected to a woman’s womb for fertility and the latter conceives and begets a male child. Then can we call the boy, the son of the brain dead? Or the brain dead is reborn to her? Or is it the creation of science? Or is it God’s creation?  
   
   
   These are all only abstract questions. But in reality the lungs carry air, blood carries water, the body contains vitamins, minerals and metals, which all come from cereals, vegetables, fruits, meat, fish, chicken, eggs, and dairy products. And the temperature in the body is nothing but fire. And all the matter above ultimately comes from the cosmic energy, which is nothing but the panchaboothas. 
   
   
   And the DNA/gene is the bloodline of the one’s own dynasty. There is no rebirth of DNA of course, but there is reproduction only through physical or scientific conjugation of man and woman, made through artificial fertility and delivery through surrogacy. There are certain creatures in the universe, which die after giving birth to their off spring. Then can we say that it is reborn or reproduced? 
   
   
   It is difficult to answer. So far there is transformation of all human organs from one person to another person, except the soul, because it is invisible. 
   
   
   There can’t be the existence of soul as per the Charvakas and Buddhist monk and King Gautama Siddhartha. But, still there are some people believe in the existence of the soul. 
   
   
   For them, the science can give probable answer; the DNA/ gene are imperishable as long as the universe and all the living beings are in existence. Hence the DNA/ gene are the soul of the lineage of the family or the blood line of the dynasty. 
   
   
   And there are also theories and beliefs that the panchaboothas are responsible for the creation of all living beings on the earth. Hence they can be called as Nature Gods with different names like Pruthivi (Earth) and Akasa (Sky) Vayu (Air) Agni (Fire), and Varun (Rain). 
   
   
   ----Modern Science. 
   
     
   
   Post Script: 
   
     
   
   But, still there are possible and probable answers for the quarries for the ultimate essence of life, death, and after death. 
   
   “ Whenever there is birth for any human being or living being; death is also inevitable part of life. As the sun rises and sets; the seasons come and go; beautiful flowers become withered and brown, some yield fruits, out of which some ripen, and after sometime they produce seeds. Later the cycle will continue and the tree will succumb to nature’s curse and die; so also people and other living beings are born, live and after continuing their span of life on the earth.  
   
   And since the emergence of cultures and civilizations, there is no house where no one had ever died. 
   
   
   Finally, it is imperative for everybody to accept and be aware of death, because every living being has unnoticingly accepted birth. 
   
   
   Let us stay back near the dead body of our beloved, pet animal, bird and the fallen plantain tree for more than twenty four hours, to know about what is life? 
   
   
   What is death? 
   
   
   What happens after death? 
   
   
   Now let us speak out the necked truth, what all we are experienced? Undoubtedly we all must have experienced foul smell after some time from decomposition of the four dead bodies of the human, the animal, the bird and the fallen trunk of the plantain tree respectively. 
   
   It means after death rigormortis sets in the dead body of either the human being or flora and fauna, followed by putrification, and decomposition. Later maggots will eat away the fats, tissues, and of course beasts will eat the flesh and other organs in the dead bodies and only the skeletal remains of human beings and carcasses of the animals will remain on the earth and the latter also wither away after lapse of time and later mix   with the panchabhoothas. 
   
   There is nobody who can say no to these physiological changes in living beings after death. 
   
   
   Finally whether we believe it or not, it is honestly ‘the ultimate truth after death’ of any human being or flora and fauna on the earth. 
   
   
   And coming to the soul, there are different theories and beliefs. Some say when once the communication link between the brain and the body is lost, which means physical death, but the soul does exist. 
   
   
   After death, the soul gets out from the human body joins the cosmic energy and it again joins the body of the newly born baby according to its karma (Deeds) 
   
   
   And if it is so, according to Jainism every matter in this universe has life and soul. Then the next question which strikes to our mind is what happens to the souls of flora and fauna along with that of the human souls? 
   
   
   Some say that it is definitely uncertain about the existence of soul, while others believe in its existence even after the death of the human beings.  
   
   
   Scientific study of life, death, soul and reproduction:- 
   
   
   The ancestry of DNA and gene factor, as they both remain immortal since the existence of human beings on the Earth, who formed civilizations and cultures along with their customs and traditions. 
   
   
   And for the existence of soul, the DNA and the gene can be taken as substitutes as they have only birth and are immortal. 
   
   
   And the panchaboothas, which are responsible for the existence of life on the planet earth only, can be treated as Gods of Nature.  
   
   
   We can read and know more and more about DNA; and gene factor by visiting the experts work on them, which are available in U.S. National Library of Medicine. 
   
   DNA, or deoxyribonucleic acid, is the hereditary material in humans and almost all other organisms. Nearly every cell in a person’s body has the   same DNA. 
   
   An important property of DNA is that it can replicate, or make copies of itself. Each strand of DNA in the double helix can serve as a pattern for duplicating the sequence of bases. This is critical when cells divide because each new cell needs to have an exact copy of the DNA present in the old cell. 
   
     
   
   DNA is a double helix formed by base pairs attached to a sugar-phosphate backbone. 
   
     
   
   Gene: 
   
     
   
   A gene is the basic physical and functional unit of heredity. 
   
   
   Genes, which are made up of DNA, act as instructions to make molecules called proteins. In humans, genes vary in size from a few hundred DNA bases to more than 2 million bases. The Human Genome Project has estimated that humans have between 20,000 and 25,000 genes. 
   
   Every person has two copies of each gene, one inherited from each parent. Most genes are the same in all people, but a small number   of genes (less than 1 percent of the total) are slightly different between people. Alleles are forms of the same gene with small differences in their sequence of DNA bases. These small differences contribute to each person’s unique physical features. 
     
   
   Genes are made up of DNA. Each chromosome contains many genes. Chromosome: 
   
   In the nucleus of each cell, the DNA molecule is packaged into thread-like structures called chromosomes. Each chromosome is made up of   DNA tightly coiled many times around proteins called histones that support its structure. 
     
   
   Gene families: 
   
   
   A gene family is a group of genes that share important characteristics. In many cases, genes in a family share a similar sequence of DNA building blocks.  
   
     
     
   
   Panchaboothas 
   
     
   
   The Five basic elements called Panchaboothas are kept in a certain balance in the Universe and the body.  
   
   The variation in this balance ends in natural disasters, and diseases in the body. For example, the Human body is also made up of   Panchabhootas 
   
   1) The physical body with muscles and bones refer to Earth,  
   
   
   2) Blood and other fluid in the body refer to water,  
   
   
   3) The temperature of the body refers to Fire, 
   
   
   4) The oxygen and carbon dioxide in the body refer to Air,  
   
   
   5) The Athma (Soul) refers to Space.  
   
     
   
   According to Hinduism life and the various species originated by the combination of planetary globes and the five manifestations of nature namely air, water, fire, land and sky. Bhoota in Sanskrit means compound and Maha-bhoota indicates a big compound. 
   
   
   ------Science & Nature 
   
     
   
   Acknowledgements: 
   
   
   The essence of scientific achievements along with illustrations cited above are only to impress upon the readers as how the scientists and experts have been working on human anatomy and revolutionized the human science and the mysterious knowledge about DNA and about the lineage.  
   
   
   I wholeheartedly thank and congratulate all the scientists and experts who strained their each and every nerve to work on DNA. 
   
     
   
   ----- Harshavardhan C  
   
   
   The writer & novelist  
   
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
   
   
   Publisher: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG Implerstraße 24 81371 Munich Germany Text: Harshavardhan C Editing: Harshavardhan C All rights reserved. Publication Date: August 25th 2017 https://www.bookrix.com/-vh1aa2e122d9e45 ISBN: 978-3-7396-2518-8