Enigma, The Secret of Gma.

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ENIGMA

The Secret of Gma

Anand Ganu

Prologue
The Royal Kingdom of Hindya does not exist. It is my imagination. The radical evolution that takes place in Hindya is my hope that the same will happen to my country. The readers from every nation will share my hopes. The Nehan Dynasty has been ruling over a landlocked country Hindya for generations. Though it is a monarchy, the system of government has changed to a certain extent. The rulers of Hindya cannot keep their population away from the present day democratic ideas. The contemporary story is about the rule of King Jayawan, Yajasan and the lovely Queen Gma. Queen Gma is a very pure soul. The rulers and the nation have their own shares of highs and lows. The fate of nation fluctuates with that of rulers. As is inevitable in case of concentrated powers, even Hindya rulers get corrupted because of the powers. As the good luck is on their side, the rulers and the nation manage to mend their ways and rest is the story. From the path of certain doom, the nation suddenly turns around and takes a big leap towards becoming utopian state and eventually succeeds.
This happens because the nation adapts to the principle of "Pure Reasons‟. The "Pure Reasons‟ is not a fiction and is eternal.
INDEX
CHAPTER 1 HEXAGON
SCHOOL ,SLAP, SOLACE, LADDER, SQUARE, HEXAGON
CHAPTER 2 NEST
SMALL LIE, INVITATION, PLAYTIME, BREAKFAST, SURPRISE, FAIRYTALE, NEST
CHAPTER 3 FIST
HANDOVER, TASTE, MISNISTER, PROMISE, FIST
CHAPTER4 WATCH TOWER
QUANTUM THEORY, HEADSTART, SITTING DUCK, LIGHTNING, BLIND ALLEY, WATCH TOWER
CHAPTER5 INGRATITUDE INNER CIRCLE, INITIATION, COFFEE, NEW LOVE, PERAL HOUSE, BONFIRE, INGRATITUDE
CHAPTER 6 CHECK-MATE
VACATION, CONFUSION, CONFESSION, REMINDER, CHECK-MATE CHAPTER 7 GIANT STEP
PERSPECTIVE, PRAYERS, HOW, PARTY, GIANT STEP
CHAPTER 8 THE SECRET
GLANCE, PLUG, SECRET
PURE REASONS
 

CHAPTER 1

HEXAGON

“This is a national calamity. There is total confusion and chaos. There are so many unanswered questions and I hope to get answers from you” I said as three highly decorated uniformed men walked into my study.

“Your Highness, we were there all the time. We know our job is to protect our king at any cost. Even if it comes to sacrificing our lives we should not deter”, answer came from the trio.

The conversation went on. I wanted to dig the truth and they wanted to defend their position. Their attempts to prove their innocence were pathetic. I had drawn the final conclusion without any reasonable doubt. The devastated I was not ready to accept their lame excuses as indicator of innocence. Normally I am a very composed person and I seldom lost my temper; but this was different.

“You were there, all the time and in the ambush your king dies and you are here without a scratch. Do you think I am an idiot to believe that what happened was purely act of antinational forces with no support from within?”

Then I shouted, “Call the guards”.

Before I could finish my sentence one of the three uniformed men calmly pulled out his revolver and said as though spitting venom,

“Gma, you will know, who done it, when you reach hell”, and he fired two shots at me from his revolver. I fell hard on my chair, lost balance and collapsed on the floor along with it. As I was falling, I heard three more shots fired from my security chief and I knew those were fired at point blank range at the three heads. I got up, to my security chief's surprise, shaken but not hurt.

I turned to him and said, “I am okay. The bullet proof vest has saved my life". Dispose of these three corpses properly. The incidence should be kept as complete secrete for the time being but preserve CCTV footage which I will need later on. As I walked out from my chamber, I snapped at the three dead men, “Always shoot at the head. That is the first rule!”

SCHOOL

I came to The Royal Kingdom of Hindya as a young innocent girl in her late teens, with a purpose of getting a degree in social sciences at Jayawan University, Dene that is the capital of Hindya, and to live two happy and carefree years in this mystic land. I wanted to learn as much as possible, about this greatest and oldest civilization. I desired to live among the people of Hindya and enlighten myself. I hoped to mould myself into a better person by mingling with Hindyaians. What else a daughter of a humble farmer from a small town in an inconspicuous remote land called Talunia, can desire?

I spent my entire childhood in a small farming town in Talunia. My parents were not rich but we were not poor either. We were a happy, contented and deeply religious family. My father had a small farm adjacent to our nearly hundred years old ancestral house. The house had borne effects of two world wars. It seemed that the house that survived two wars taught our family to be tough and made us strong believers.

Till the age of six, my home was my school and my two younger brothers were my schoolmates. The school had two teachers. Our mother was our first teacher. Amongst many other things, she taught us how to smile in every situation. She taught us how to make the most of what we had. She was our preacher. She taught us the meaning of many religious scriptures. Her classes were mainly held early morning at breakfast table and 'getting ready' time. Her second class would always be held at the bed time. This class was called "evaluate your day's actions". During this class, she made all of us, my father included, to appraise our day's actions. This was the time for monologue with our own minds. This was the time when we thanked God for the day gone, prayed for good night's sleep and for a bright new day. We used to accept and apologize to Him for the mistakes that we might have committed during the day. This class had an ultimate influence on all of us. I never missed this class throughout my life, even when I was not with my mother. We also learned to read and write from our mother. She was particularly insistent on cursive writing. She felt that good handwriting is a reflection of a good mind and only a neat, tidy and disciplined person could have good, neat and tidy writing and vice versa. She helped us to develop a liking for mathematics and science. She also made us read daily newspapers. She asked us to read editorials but insisted not to get influenced by one person's perceptions. She would force us to do whatever was right at the particular time, whether pleasant or bitter, and would say, “At present, this is the right thing to do and we must do that.” She herself did not go to a school but I never have come across any other person as cultured and learned as she was. Apart from all this, she also taught me to cook, clean, sew, stitch, wash and many other household chores. I always failed to understand why my two brothers were spared to take these classes and instead had extra lectures with our second teacher.

Our second teacher and the Principal was, of course our father. His class used to start soon after breakfast. During the breakfast, we would be given a fair idea about what would be taught during the day. Apart from the farming skills, our father taught us to be united, honest and fearless. For him, being fearless was possible only when one is honest. He taught us how to get best out of our farm and cattle farm. Yes, we called it cattle farm though it had only four cows and four-five goats and sheep. We also had many chickens feeding by themselves and making as much noise as they could throughout the day. The number of chickens and goats was never constant as some of them would suddenly disappear depending on visiting guests, the feasts or festivals. Our father respected mother's teaching of high morals, truthfulness and honesty. However, he taught us to be practical as well. He taught us to be adaptable and flexible. He used to tell us, “It is okay to bend your principles to survive in the time of crisis. There is no point in sticking to the truth and getting shot dead. It is honorable to stand up with head held high but at times, it is also prudent to duck and escape the calamity.”

He also tutored us in horse riding, swimming, tree climbing, kite flying, cycling, and most of all, dreaming. He worked hard, as hard as he could in his small little farm but during the siesta, he would dream of having a farm that would stretch beyond the horizons. He used to dream that someday, harvest on his farm would affect the maize prices in the world. He too knew it was an impossible dream, but according to him, the dreams had to be impossible. He did not mind falling short of the goal but he felt it was brave to try the impossible. These thoughts influenced all of us to a great extent.

At the age of six, I started going to the school with my two brothers aged five and four respectively. We had to walk two miles every day to reach the school by taking the village road. As against that, by cutting through our neighbor's farm, we were required to walk only a mile. For ten years, we ran through our neighbor's farm every day and the old farmer shouted at us for wading our way through his farm. However, he never stopped us from walking through. We could do far better than most of the other school students because of what we learnt at home. We enjoyed our years in the school. It was a good school with dedicated teachers and adequate facilities. We learned everything that we were supposed to learn at school. I was a fast learner and a bright student. I made most of my ten years at school and two more years at College of Commerce which was extension of our school.

On the last day, as we were returning from the college of commerce, I asked the old farmer,

“Sir, why did you shout at us for going through your farm but you never stopped us from doing so?”

The old man smiled and answered,

“Dear, I had to shout at you because this is my farm and I have to protect it. That is my duty. However, I did not stop you because I never wanted you sweet little children to walk an extra mile. That is my love. I never let my duty and my love; influence each other.”

His answer guided me throughout my entire life. I am highly indebted to my school and college for shaping me into a wise person and most importantly for introducing me to the enchanting civilization of Hindya.

All along the ten years of school and two years of the college, I read every book in school library about Hindya, its history, culture, civilization, religions, diversity, geography and its legendary great people. With each passing year, my attraction and curiosity about Hindya grew exponentially.

One day, as though Godsend, I came across an advertisement in the newspaper. The advertisement was by the 'Hindya-Talunia Friendship Association'. The association was offering scholarships to Talunian students for two years, fully sponsored degree course with research topic being 'Social Sciences of Hindya and its Culture', at Jayawan University, Dene, Hindya.

My joy was boundless. This was a life time opportunity for me. Prima facie, I was fulfilling all the criteria of eligibility. I felt more confident when I read that the 'Hindya-Talunia Friendship Association' was going to conduct a written examination on the Hindya History and the result of the examination was to have a major bearing on the final selection of the candidates. My confidence was not unfounded. I was the only student selected from my village, though there were four more from other places in Talunia.

Within one month of selection, I embarked on my expedition to Hindya with great expectations and tremendous hopes. I had opened a new chapter of my life on the strength of my parents' blessings and villagers' good wishes.

I had backing of the education from my home, school, college and the wise lesson from the old man neighbor, as well.