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The Holocaust(2099-2100)

Ever wondered, what would be the aftermath of another World War.? Would life be sustainable then? Lets take a glance into the future.

(Before I begin, I want you to tell you that I won’t be talking about why it was started, how it ended, which nations took part or who the conquerors .This one were just a small narrative of one of the survivors of the war)

“It’s March 20, 2100.The deadly war has ceased after a year. The air is filled with chaos and insanity and the only thing which is widely and equally spread all over the nation is the debris of buildings which collapsed, charred remains of bodies which were on fire, and the stinking dead bodies lining up for burial. The economy has fallen apart and poverty has been laying out its roots all over the state since then. It’s completely mayhem. Quite horrific, huh!

Okay, so where am I right now? Well, I am not sure what to call it. It’s an amusement park which is now a home for corpses. (The city had no other place left for crematorium) What am I doing here? I am sure you must have guessed it already. I dropped by here for the funeral of Josh, my neighbour. And you know what’s soothing me right now .Josh always wanted to visit this park but his financial state didn’t allow him so. And finally he’s here inside and would remain in his dream land forever. (Should I say he attained eternal solace after death?)

Too much dead bodies! Okay okay , I’m changing the subject now. You know, what I am wishing for right now: to talk to my brother .He went to USA to pursue his Masters degree two years ago. But I haven’t heard from him after the war started. (Most of the mobile towers were gone and the government had banned all internet services to ward off any rebellion). I am not even sure if he is alive.

The only source of information, nowadays, is newspaper. (Yeppp; newspapers are still prevalent and are made from recycled paper). Today I found a small article in it which said, “Mr. Jindal, a resident of Cross Street, exchanged 50 loafs of bread for 2 liters of water.” Back to barter system, huh! (Most of the water recycling plants were destroyed after shells were bombarded on them. This lead to acute scarcity of water.) The gist of this talk is that editors shouldn’t disclose people’s identity nowadays. Anyways, I drank ample water after many many months. It also had an article on survey which stated, “About 70% of the civilians who died were either middle or lower class.” Wondering why? Well, most of the riches were able to hide in the underground cells and others couldn’t afford to hide inside there due their exorbitant charges.

This war was so destructive and deadly that the government was left with no choices but to recruit army from the prisons. Convicts were signed a contract of assurance of bail after war ends. Also, a rumour spread that government has stored all the details of our social media and no one knows why.

And yeah! I forgot to mention what am I wearing today. It’s a Gucci shirt and, yeah, a Rolex on my left wrist. The watch has minor cracks and scratches on it but that doesn’t matter. It’s Rolex, Darling! I always yearned for a lavish attire. I stole them from a corpse of a rich brat nearly sandwiched between the rubbles.

Many doctors were sent to camps to take care of soldiers. While the others who stayed charged too high( as many hospitals had collapsed and they needed funds to reconstruct hospitals and their clinics).So people generally treated themselves .I had stitched Josh’s wound last week. But unfortunately, he isn’t here with us today.

10.00 pm: The night which appeared to be silent was mourning over the deceased. The leaves were fluttering paying homage to the martyred. The Moon was shedding its light to give courage to the grieving . I was lying down inside my tent (which I built over the ruins of my home. Nostalgia, you know! ) recalling my misdeeds:

“A week ago I left that rich boy’s body rot under the sun after stealing his ornaments. A few days ago, I sneaked into an impoverished old man’s house and snatched his hard earned grain. Yesterday, I looted a pregnant woman’s cereals. And today , I snitched a bottle of water from a man.”

I kept asking myself:

“Have my survival instincts gone too far?

Am I evil and heartless?

Would God ever forgive my sins?

OH MY GOD! AM I DOOMED TO HELL?”

-Survivor No. 00010915

Age-15

~SHUBHAM KR.

[shhubham]

Depression

**This is not an article or some kind of an essay stuff .I just wanted to write down something to share with you all. **

“Do I disgust myself?

I ain’t sure;

Is it my low self-esteem hollowing me?

I may not answer.

Am I horrified or is it guilt or my past is rebounding at me

Oh my darling! I am totally out of my mind”

Well….Let me start from the beginning. It was two months ago when some thoughts started haunting me. I don’t know who planted it in my brain. But I began trying sorts of ways to root it out. It felt as if I plummeted deep down from cliff into an abyss and was stuck there and the only thing that hovered over my mind was ways to come out of it. Those days were horrible; pfff. Those shitty thoughts were creeping me out. My self -confidence was waning. Quite depressing, huh! And that’s when I realized that I was a victim of Depression.

So what’s depression? Well, it’s a mood disorder that affects daily life, something like emotional stress (anger, sadness, anxiety or loss). It manipulates us and dwindles our self- consciousness.

How did I get over Depression?

Did I really vanquish it or is it my hallucination?

Am I confused?

Am I thinking too much?

I might not be answering that. But I want to tell you what happened next……………..

There’s a saying” beware of what you wish for, as it will come true”, implying that The Universe acts according to our wills, be it a negative or positive. So I was out there severely stressed, filled with negativity. I was sapping the vigor of my fellows around me due to my gloominess. Some of them even started disgusting me.

“That shit won’t be screwing me anymore. I would have to change, I would change, I am the change”, I said to myself and so my journey began……………………………………………

And the story ended here.

Yessssss, this ending isn’t perfect and some questions are unsettled. So here’s a fact: Life isn’t easy . Everything can’t be made flawless. Sometimes we have to move on with some flaws. That’s the bitter and depressing reality of life.

Didn’t make much sense, right?

~Shubham Kr

[shhubham]

"The only people whom we can't outshine in our lives is our Parents"