Naked Island-An emotional thriller series-Part 3

Part -1,2 & 3 combined to understand the story.

Part 1

2019

News update: The revolution of earth slows down due to the change in the climatic conditions. In every part of the world, the change is noticed. There are no rains in Spain for the consecutive 4 years. The lakes in the hill station of Ooty, India gets dried. Many rivers in the United States of America are without water. Occurrence of snowfall in Miami, USA. The depth of the borewell for water goes deep down every year. The effect reflects in the ocean too. The sea level is rising, and few cities are now “Ghost Cities” submerged in water. Surprisingly in a few parts of the ocean, land is rising.

The scientific community and the public are worried about the future, but one Physics student in Germany is keenly seeing the developments and it kindled lot of interest in him. As usual, everyone was back to the routine day-to-day activities. Swedish environmental activist Greta Thunberg is challenging world leaders to take immediate action for climate change, but all leaders are busy worrying only about the next elections.

Present day-Istanbul-Turkey.

Osman the police inspector is getting ready to go home from the Police station on a Friday evening as he wants to spend his time with the family, the weekend. A woman named Banu in her 50’s enters the police station. She approaches Osman and registers a complaint that his son Abdullah did not return home from the college. Osman asks Banu, “There must be many reasons for your son not to reach home on time, and why do you want to register the complaint on the same evening”. Banu says, “I know it is only the evening of the day, but my son Abdullah never misses swimming session on any Fridays. After returning from College every Friday, he has never missed any swimming class for the last 4 years. That is what is worrying me. I tried to reach him multiple times, but his mobile phone is not getting connected. Osman was curious and got more details about him. His father was serving in the Turkish armed forces and died in a war. Since then, Banu brought up Abdullah in his life. She says Abdullah was fine till this morning. The only regret in his life is, he misses his father dearly so much that he always argues “Why does a country fight with another country for place? When soldiers are killed in the battle, they give awards, does these awards bring back the lost life for the family? these medals decorate the walls and add no value to the life of the person, who has lost the dear one”. Many times, in anger, he has thrown the medal that was received for his father’s service to the nation. Banu said, “Beneath the anger, I could see the love of a son who misses his father so much.”

Osman informs his wife that an important case has come up, so he will come home late. He gets Abdullah’s mobile number and informs the service provider Turkcell to trace the current location for Abdullah. Osman gets the social media details of Abdullah from Banu. To his dismay, for the last 4 years Abdullah had not used it.

In the meantime, Osman gets a call from the mobile service provider Turkcell that they could trace the last location near Bosphorus Strait. Osman rushes to the spot with a sniffer dog.

The sniffer dog finds the damaged SIM card and Abdullah’s bag containing the college books near the bank of Bosphorus Strait. For Osman, Abdullah is not kidnapped by anyone since any kidnapper will not leave the bag and the SIM card at the bank of Bosphorus Strait. It looks like a voluntary act and not a kidnap or just to confuse. Osman’s worry is where has Abdullah gone into the sea? because the Bosphorus strait leads into the ocean!

Banu had lost her husband and now her only son Abdullah. Many sunrises and sunsets happened after that incident but there was no information about Abdullah. Was he kidnapped or if it was a voluntary act, why and where should he leave to? No answers.

Banu throws away her husband’s medal into Bosphorus Strait and keeps the home door always open with a belief that one day her son Abdullah will return.

Was Abdullah kidnapped or killed or had left home?

The story continues….

Naked Island-Part 2

Kanyakumari, Tamil Nadu-India.

In the coastal city of Kanyakumari, Tamil Nadu state, the southernmost tip of India lived Akilan, a Tamil teacher. He was the headmaster of the Government high school in Kanyakumari. A schoolteacher earnings are not that much, but he was happy in teaching Tamil language to the students. He was inspired by the Great Tamil Poet, Subramania Bharati. He has a girl child and Akilan named “Bharati” after his inspirational figure. He stopped with one child since he could not afford to bring up other children due to his low income. His room was filled with the poet Bharati’s books and his photographs. Little did Akilan know that someday her daughter will become a Girl, the great Poet imagined.

During her school final exam holidays, she stepped into her father’s room since she felt boredom being the single child in the family. She started reading the modern Tamil poems and books of the Poet Bharathi. Once she started reading the works of the poet, she was pulled into the world of the poet Bharathi, who was a great nationalist, outstanding freedom fighter and a social visionary.

Whenever Akilan was at home, Bharathi would ask about the life of the poet. One day she asked her father, “Why the great Indian Poet Bharathi considered as a national poet, pioneer of modern Tamil literature, people’s poet, great freedom fighter, had great vision for the independent India, a man who knows 30+ languages had only 10+ people to attend his funeral?”. Akilan jokingly said, “Unfortunately his era did not have Twitter or Facebook to mobilize people. The great thing about him is, no student passes this world without studying or reading about him in his or her school. Even today every school in our state has a picture of him”.

Many evenings on the Kanyakumari beach, she would loudly sing the poet’s song “Achamillai achamillai, acham enpathu illaye”- Fear I have not, even if all the world opposes me. Even if the entire sky breaks and falls on my head, fear I have not. She was moved by the incident of the poet Bharathi, when he offered grains to birds when he had very little rice grains in his own house due to poverty.

Slowly the timid and shy Bharathi got transformed into a brave girl. She participates regularly in the school elocution competitions and her fierce speech attracted many. She spoke against the caste system in the Hindu society and asks why every student is admitted asking for his or her caste? Wherever she spoke, she made popular the poet’s theme of “If one single man suffers from starvation, we will destroy the entire world”. Poet Bharathi wore a turban due to his admiration of Sikhs. She started wearing a turban like the poet and her mother Malar Vizhi will scold her, “If you wear like this, then no man will marry you!”. She was not worried as she was on a mission in her life.

She became popular day by day. She got the prestigious national award and came into limelight. Two eyes started watching from outside the country and tracking her. Akilan was surprised when one day Bharathi wanted to learn swimming. Since first time, her daughter asked an interest outside the poet’s world, he agreed and he was so surprised that there was no day, she skipped the swimming classes.

She was in the final year in college, one evening Malar Vizhi was ready to prepare the crispy and delicious vada for Bharathi. From the kitchen she was looking at the wall clock and that evening, the two arms of the wall clock were moving so fast for Malar Vizhi since Bharathi did not return home on her usual evening time. Malar Vizhi informs Akilan and slowly tension grips them. They went to the college which is very near to their home as Bharathi never carries mobile phone to college. The staff informed them that she attended college and left for the day. They search around the city and ask her friends, and no one has any clue about her. The evening became so dark that they had to approach the local police station. Police swung into action and the entire city police were on their knees all through the night but no trace of Bharathi.

Next day morning, all the news channel started screaming and started giving their own theories that she might have been kidnapped or murdered due to her fierce speeches, or someone wanted to suppress her voice which was appealing day by day. Akilan and Malar Vizhi did not expect a turn in their life as she was the only child and they had lost her.

Akilan with a sense of grief enters his room. He started looking at the picture of the poet Bharathi and talking to him, “I made my daughter strong as you, still lost her in my life”. Suddenly his eyes noticed a piece of paper protruding at the back of the picture. Akilan pulled the paper and opened. It was a piece of paper, handwritten. He wiped his tears to read what was written on the piece of paper.

“Forgive me, I have chosen the path of Revolution”-Bharathi.

Akilan showed the handwritten paper to Malar Vizhi, and both decided to tear the paper, so the outside world do not know this revolutionary path taken by their daughter Bharathi.

Where has Bharathi gone? What is the revolution she is about to carry on? What is the world going to witness?

The story continues….

Naked Island-Part 3

Karachi, Pakistan

1947, August 14^th, Pakistan got independence from the British rule and next day August 15^th, India got independence. The transfer of power took place in the dark hour and many of the darkest incidents happened in the history of these two nations, since the transition was not smooth. There are many untold stories which are important to this date of history. It was one of the greatest tragic migrations in human history.

Millions of Muslims made their way to East and west Pakistan and millions of Hindus moved in the opposite direction since the partition was based on religion. The British left the country abruptly. All were happy for the independence of the nation, but the atmosphere was tense following the massacre that happened in the subsequent days. 200,000 lost their lives.

Rashina Begum story begins here.

Ayesha was born in a big family of 12. Her father decided to move to Pakistan from India on hearing the radio news. They decide to board a train from Punjab leaving their large cultivation lands and home. The trains were fully occupied, and many travelled on the top of the train. When they were halfway, they were attacked by a mob. Ayesha and her father were only left alive and remaining family members were killed. They cannot go back and the only option for them was to go to Pakistan. They had to escape and reach the modern-day city named Karachi.

Ayesha was just 10 years old when she reached Karachi. She got married and has a child, and she is Rashina Begum.

Rashina Begum, a young schoolgirl did not go to school on Wednesday, 25^th March 1992, that was the memorable day for all Pakistanis. Pakistan was the underdogs of the world cup tournament and reached the finals by the great captainship of Imran Khan. In the final against England in Australia’s Melbourne ground, Pakistan struggled in the first session of their batting but remarkably came back in the bowling in the second session and lifted the trophy. Imran Khan’s leadership was admired by all and that paved the way for Rashina Begum to pick the cricket bat and play cricket in the school.

She was a gifted stroke player and a destructive opening batter. Steadily she climbed to the Pakistan national cricket team due to her immense talent. She became the captain and single handedly won many games for Pakistan in a way such that if she fails, the team fails. She became a national icon in Pakistan. It was one such big game against the archrivals India, she played and won the game. When she reached home, she asked her mother Ayesha “Did you watch the match today?” Ayesha was silent. When Rashina Begum again asked “Did you watch?”. Ayesha said, “I don’t watch matches between Pakistan and India. That not only brings back the old memories of partition but also the pressure created by the media. After all it is a game played between two countries and not a war. One team must win, and another must lose and on a single day, both cannot win. The best team on the day will win but media adds lot of pressure.”   

Ayesha tells Rashina Begum the old tragic story about the partition of the two countries. Rashina Begum also learns about the history of their family. First time in her life, she regrets for choosing this game as her profession since she could not see her mother in despair. Rashina Begum asked her mother Ayesha, “Why there is no leader on both sides to heal the scar and put an end to the prevailing enmity?”. Ayesha answered “It is because they want to fuel and allow it to deepen further so their positions are safe. No one has the foresight to look into humanity and I don’t believe anyone would do so until and unless there is a revolution”. That night conversation became a turning point in her life. One day Rashina Begum asked Ayesha, “When will both the countries truly handshake?”. Ayesha said “The day when both countries realize that all religions are equal, there will be no enmity between them. The day when a temple, mosque, church are built in the same place, there will be peace between both the countries, but I don’t think, it will happen in the near future.”

Added to her misery, she is approached for the 20:20 overs league cricket matches. She straightway refuses to play in 20:20 league cricket matches since the game is lost in playing 20:20 overs game and it has become purely commercial. The real game of 5-day test cricket is slowly dying, after this the 50 overs one day match will also die, and soon the game may be reduced to 10:10 overs, a mockery of the game itself. This angered many 20:20 overs league cricket match sponsors. She decided to call it a day, but fate decided another way. Her classmate and best friend is in Germany. She goes to Germany to meet her and attends a symposium. After this visit to Germany, Rashina Begum had changed a lot. On her return to Pakistan, she joins swimming classes.

4 years later, it was the 50 overs one day women’s international world cup tournament. Pakistan was winning all the league matches and reached the finals, same way India too was winning all the league matches and reached the finals, making it a big clash of the century. The finals are in the hometown of Rashina Begum, the National stadium Karachi. Fear started running in her mind that if she wins, it will be the first world cup title for her country, but if she fails, she could not imagine the state of her house in Karachi, it would be ransacked. Additionally, the memories of the partition shared by her mother keeps haunting her.

Due to the immense pressure which she could not take, she informs the cricket board that she will not play the final match against India. The board gets shocked and insists to play and win the game for Pakistan and there is no other alternative now. The news leaks into the nation and the entire country’s focus switches to Rashina Begum.

She goes back to the hotel where all team members are staying. All team members are ready for the big game, the next day. Next day morning, the bus arrives to pick the Pakistani team to the National stadium Karachi, all the team members arrive except Rashina Begum.  They try to contact her, but her mobile is not reachable. Rashina Begum goes missing from the hotel and could not be found anywhere in Pakistan. The game was played without Rashina Begum, and they lost the game. As expected, her house was ransacked.  

Where has Rashina Begum gone?

US Navy Head Quarters-Washington DC-Far distance away, there was an urgent meeting to discuss about some unusual objects moving under the sea which cannot be tracked through the radar system but could get few signals. They pass on the message to the US President for an imminent, suspected terrorist attack in the future through the Sea.

The story continues….

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