The Last Drummer

Walking in the woods didn’t tired me.continuously hard walking didn’t intercepted me.Full of joy and love running in my body as a blood.pure weather exhilarating me to hike more .knew still had a hard walk for three hours more.My journey was pain staking but I wanted to kiss every part of the jungle.As a youngster,the whole day long running after the birds with a small …creating more sense of adventure.Jungles creatures were borne up hard on every being but friendly with us.The….From where the village girls carrying mudpots on their heads,full of water,when they reached in are….,we started pelted stones upon their pots and with a cry they ran “ghosts,ghosts”,it was a great fun for us.I appeared orphan,the village yolk loved me a rather considered me as their genuine part of the family. The elders took care of my all belongings.They knew all my mischievous acts but in severe love with me.Naughty but sensitive ,knotted in heart to return the love to the village and to the villagers,pouring a bag full of desires in my subconscious.

Stopped for a while,near a rest place,lighted my self,having bath with fresh stream water.Ordered for a tea and kebab.Sometimes ,I wanted to kiss every body and dance like a cynic.

“Listen boy,aren’t you khanji's son".I asked”yes,he died few years ago.” He told.He had close resembles,especially his parrot nose was like his father .some other wayferers were waiting for the grilled kebab, An a adventurous event knocked me severely,I collected it and when reeled it thorowly,I attended to them.Most of you don’t know me,I also belong to village “Hanse”.They all gazing towards me,I was wearing jeans shirt instead of Salwar Kameez(native dress),I began with the story” when I was very young,band of dacoits came to our village,Your grandmother,used to carry a pistol with her.All the villagers were waking and sitting with arms in their small pickets,made on the roof tops.When the dacoits centered of the village,Your father,khanji,announced them to get back,The sardar rudely claimed to arms down and give us some …..on this kanji ordered them to get back or they would seek the consequences but sardar didn’t stepped back and to create havoc he fired on the small bulb,with this action of Sardar,gate opened for a discriminated firing.As Sardar trying to entered the house your grandmother opened up a range full of firing,Sardar died on the spot,receiving three bullets in chest,the rest ran away and didn’t come again.

The kabab griller got deeply impressed and his eyes seemed wetted.

“Is that drummer boy,”Gulay”is still around “.I wanna know about him.He was a symbol of our village.In every wedding,Eid and festival nights,he beated the drum very skillfully. 

I enjoyed grilled kebab and fried fish and saw a “charpoye” and decided to take some nap.I was indeed dead tired and my body was advising for nap.

When I wokeup ,clock striking two,”it shows I took a long nap".I thought.I took up my bag and ran up.The boy in the grilled shop said something despite I looked to my bag,in real I wanna reach my village before dark.

On the way,I felt like gloomy surrounding.Somewhere spring lying dry,the trees were barren,and their dying leaves dipicted dark brown fainted on the grass,grass is all looking ……,what happened to my parenthood,it’s not a wellcomed sign.The whole scenario is singing and alluring for helping hand.

“Coming events caste their shadows before “.I would die if my village and villagers are in bad outlook.I spent my expensive youth hood ,doing jobs.My aim didn’t give me a comfortable tune.Just to earn to reshape my village and settled down like an adventurous hero.My village would be a model ,it would be a new world on an old map.

In this model and modern age,our village lacking all the facilities and modern accessories of life,…still didn’t approach here,natives still adopted the conventional ways of comunication”Writing and posting letters,it took long way and time to reach it’s destination.our calendar not hopping 1950'"Let me reach ,I would changed the village in a village like “Switzerland”.Indeed it was not less than Switzerland,but the adversaries are …,it didn’t let permitted to enhanced with the new world.

Fatuations letting me disturbed but I wanted to divert my mind to wads other line.A bettle started up.

Still I had to take a long walk.I think they all are away to holidays,complete …..,I didn’t even met a single person on the way.

I heard someone walking on the dry leaves.”shush,shush,shush"sound came,I looked everywhere,despite found nothing.As I move ,saw a dog,he at Once stood up and for the first time in my entire life saw a gloomerous and complaintful face of a dog,I tried to give him some piece of biscuits but he abhorrently refused and looked the other side of the valley.As I stepped forward,he barked”how,hoi”still I didn’t pay heed.Eventually he cought my ….”Why is he doing that?I patted on his head,carried on stopping me. Why is he doing that?I cued myself.

Eyes got stunned and ears got red ,when the scenario jolted me.A narrow sound of drumming,drimming my ears.The whole village was deteriorated.I ran towards the ruins.Drumming still owning on. Every where Every house ,housed in the ground.Some children small cute shoes and baby ….were burning partly.I ran out to see my house,I couldn’t find it.

Who is drumming?I looked around.At the corner of the village site,an old man,bald,shabby clothes drumming continuously.He constantly looking straight.In your child hood you must have seen a bear carrying a drum belting rounded his back,that bear was more cute and loving than this drummer.

I went close to him,his hands were busy beating the drum,he didn’t budge an inch.”Oh,my God,he’s the old village drummer “Gulay”drumming.What is there ,he still looking straight,it was Gulay's house.I ran towards his house,couldn’t find any body living or dead,one cow lied dead.

What happened here,I didn’t know,who destroyed this innocent village and today my past also died .where shall I go now ?Bones of my grandfather burried here,who devastated us?Sat down on big rock.complete silent.I closed my eyes and tears gushed down over my cheeks.I beat the rock severely and cried loud a stubborn child.But I knew ,nobody is here to give me a “chocolate”.

Drumming still continued”dum,dum,dum and stopped.

I ran towards him,Guley breathed his last.”Guley,you are lucky enough,some body is here to cry for you,with this injurious thought I burst with cry.

In the meantime a passing van stopped near me.”Hurry up,be seated in the van,another “Air Strike”is expected in ten minutes.”

The End.”The last drummer”.

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