Who is driving the clattering train

Why did our lives end up thus? I read history books hungrily, hoping to find an answer. With a curiosity that was useless to a nurse, I studied about Kings and Emperors. All inquiry led me to back to Georges. George the First, the first British King from Hanover. George the Second. The last British Emperor to lead an army. George the Second, I sorrowed, gazing at the pictures of the Minister in the newspapers. Why does not your kingdom come, though you hold the scepter?

Why do you not begin the movement of your army? Wounded soldiers reminded me of George. Their wounds whistled through my lost love. It was when I was transferred from Cutch to Rajasthan that I got the news that George and his wife had parted.

The divorce of his beautiful, bright, woman colleague also wounded me. I got to know much later, from the newspapers, that the train which had gone ahead of us had derailed, and that we were stuck for hours without water or food in the terrible heat. My soul burned and was charred. My body crumbled bit by bit. The sea swallowed the carriages of hope.

The salt water of time made scales of rust sprout on them. How time crushes and mows people. How it knocks them down. George was also changing. Some turnings upside down. A George who was foreign to me and my coal-hauler Daddy. Our youth had begun to fade. Our middle-age had begun. You have many lessons to learn from our middle-age too. On the day he was sworn in, I was harried by memories of Daddy.

Everything had changed right in front of his eyes. The coal engine became the diesel engine. Old foes became new friends. Old friends became new foes. Daddy did not recover from the assault with the rifle-butt.

But till his last moment, he believed that he would. Continued to love George. Hoped from the bottom of his heart, that he would return. The diesel engine became the electric engine.

States changed. The face of power changed. Everyone changed, except our loves, his and mine. George the Third, I thought.

The one who fought Napoleon. The one who fought in America. He won some battles. Lost others. Was wounded by hidden arrows, in yet others. Only that high-headed tall walk did not change when the chains bound hands and feet.

And so I could never hate him fully. How to hate the Emperor who shakes hands with the General but warmly embraces the foot-soldier? My shrivelled hands had longed to break up everything during the nuclear trials. The office room. On the wall, the picture. The same picture of Hiroshima that had hung on my wall. The hands that had eager to smash everything grew weak. Within the soot-black of old age, the embers of youth reddened once more. For nothing. How few do we have in our lives, to love with pride?

It was hard to cope with that reality. I tried not to hear of him. Me, an old woman. I have nothing to do except care for the sick. No one existed who would worry about me. Just another person who was a witness to the twists and turns of Indian democracy. Who had expected a better life. Who would die, reaching ripeness or not. In an age when the body could leap with the mind, the dreams of trains yet to arrive could persist. When the body weakened, so did the mind, and in despair.

One morning, I woke with a start at the screech of an ambulance. It was past two-thirty. We saw our ambulance grate on the gravel path along which we took our patients for morning walks. The attender who ran up scratched his head.

Made a fuss saying that it was time to go to the Parliament. Threw a fit about the vehicle. Oh, what a voice. Like thunder. It was doctor saab who said, just take him for a ride. I was shattered.

The ambulance turned round and round with the red light on its head. Even then, in the remaining moonlight, it looked like an engine that the bogies had abandoned. When it completed a circle and passed by me, I saw that form with its head raised high.

I watched it as if in a dream. How soon did we turn old. Yes, old age. The time when it was possible to race only ahead was over. The race now is in a circle. My eyes burned wet. The ambulance raced for a long time and came to a stop in front of Cottage One C. He tried to hold his head high like before, as he walked. But he faltered and nearly fell. He took faltering, halting steps in the moonlight like the soldier with chains on his arms and legs.

As he climbed the steps, however, he turned his head and looked at me. I was in the darkness, too dark for him to recognise my form. Even then, he smiled. Waved his right hand. Feeling weak, I fled to my room. My legs faltered too. I too was about to fall. I did not become strong enough to enter I.

C, even after many days. I struggled to escape him taking care of other patients and speaking with their relatives. Still, when I returned to my room, my heart would sear. The embers within the soot would burn me. The giant mushroom in the picture would grow bigger before my eyes.

Their secondary target is make their highly expensive gas and oil become competitive with scare mongering. They are that stupid and ignorant always believing they are untouchable. But soon they find out is quite the opposite of that they believe. Waking up will be a nightmare for the ones who be left alive if any. I would add that they are also blinkered, naive and ignorant. PS Do you ever wonder why they sing the National Anthem before a domestic American Football game, every road is full of the star and stripes?

One cannot even criticize a small subsection of Jews, a miniscule percentage of the Jewish population, even when they richly deserve it. If you look at what Trump campaigned and got elected on, which is why I and many others like me voted for him, and what the US government has delivered. Trump has delivered some of what he campaigned on, and offset it by a lot of what he campaigned against. The Jew ridden media, electoral process and legislature is at loggerheads with the electorate on key isuues.

US foreign policy is clearly fascist, and this fascism is rooted in Jew world order neocon hegemony. The solution to this problem is extinction grade US, Palestinian and global dejudification. By outlawing Judaism and closing and demolishing the synagogues and yeshivas. It just requires outlawing their evil cult criminal organization that felony statutory rapes 1, children worldwide every week. The place to start is a deconfliction agreement between Russia and the US on clearing the IDF and Israeli government out of the occuppied territories with a UN mandated force, and securring Palestine as a full member of the UN to implement the UN resolutions that Israel is in violation of.

The right of return in particular, so that after Palestine is stood up as a full UN member, it can be unified by voting Israel out of existence. It is for the first time the sound of the train changed slightly. As I have a little opportunity to travel by train, the video of the journey will enable me to savor the taste of it.

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