Journey

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Religion and Spirituality  |  House: Booksie Classic
An emotional story open to interpretation- read to find out more.

Submitted: July 02, 2014

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Abhay.  That was his name. You wouldn’t think a child who looked as scrawny, as weak as he did, would ever amount to anything, but what almost no-one realised is that this child, would change the world.

Where he was born, his whole world, his families world, was focused on cast, focused on image, not potential not determination. That was what it was like everywhere around there, millions and millions of people all treated as nobody, unless they had image, unless they were born into a high cast. You would have thought, considering Abhays family was high-up in the system, had influence and had power, he would have a good life. You would be wrong. His family decided he wasn’t tough enough, had no image, just as a kid they disowned him. There was only one person in Abhays life he had looking after him, and that was his brother.

His brother was only 14 when he was shunned by his family for wanting to help Abhay, from there on out Abhay and his brother where each other’s one and only family. Brother looked after Abhay for a long time, teaching him everything he could about how to survive. For ten years Abhay and his brother lived in what we could only conceive as the equivalent to slums, but worse. All they did for food was scavenge, all they did for money was beg, find innocent people who would give them money, who would help them. That rarely happened. Due to this being Abhays only lifestyle, knowing only fear and pain his whole life, he was permanently scarred, then something dreadful happened.

You see, his brothers’ one necessity in life, his one speck of happiness, besides Abhay, was cricket. Before Abhay was born he would watch cricket on TV and for his birthday he was going to buy a cricket bat and finally play, but that never happened.

After the years of long, agonising pain Abhay began to understand what he should do with his life, what he should achieve. His only support was his brother, his brother would often tell him to “live up to your name, you where given it for a reason”, Abhay began to help people, others like him. Help motivate people. On his brothers’ birthday Abhay finally told him that he should play cricket, he should go out and be proud and for once be treated as an equal. People of the low cast, they were thought to not deserve sport, like how many people were treated they were told that they’re not worthy. Abhay told his brother of how he is not worthless, he made Abhay feel worth something, so he himself must be worth something!

That was the day his brother went out, proudly went to play, with not a care in the world of where he came from, or how low in society he was. That was the day he died.

His brother went out, proud. Venturing out of their small broken village in search of a place, or a person who would let him play let him do what he wanted but then someone recognised him. It was one of the usuals, throwing rubbish, hitting him, but this time it was worse. For the first time his brother stood up for himself started fighting back, throwing anything he got given back, but what he didn’t realise was that there were more of them in the car. Why would Abhays brother have thought to check around? He thought he ruled the world. When the others saw what was happening, that his brother was fighting back, they

went with weapons, only everyday objects; cans and knives. They pummelled him so much before he completely left this world, he only managed to mutter 3 words, “Abhay, forgive me”.

It didn’t take long for Abhay to realise something was wrong when his brother didn’t return anytime soon. Abhay went out searching for his brother, but all he found was his body. No one had even bothered to close his eyes. The others had gone and it was just him and his brothers’ body.

Time passed slowly after this happened, it felt to Abhay as if a whole lifetime had gone before he decided to take action. He gathered followers, others like him, others who he had helped in the past. Some powerful people began to recognise him. Politicians, doctors, lawyers, people who weren’t even close to his cast. But the more followers he gained the more hate he got. Abhay started going on speeches, until one day he went overboard. By this time Abhay managed to get 1000s of people to listen to him. You must be wondering, how did he get this far so fast? It was simple, all he had to do was get people to listen,  get people to understand  because when people realise their not alone, they become the most powerful people of all. On the speech with thousands of followers, the government got involved.

At this time their country was being ruled by a dictator- no remorse, no mercy. As soon as he realised that people was rising against him he took action. Three thousand people died. Many others fled, hid and some even went back to their old lives but Abhay, Abhay planned something bigger than anyone new. An assassination.

For weeks on end no body heard from Abhay. Then it became months, after 12 long tiring months Abhay had gained followers again, underneath the government, one powerful knew. This time he was careful, at least that’s what he thought. On one day he organized Over one million people to leave their homes, walk into the central of the state, not taking no for an answer and chanting,” for pride, for equality and for FREEDOM”.

What no-one realised is that this was Abhays’ cue. Bang. Abhay shoots, from a small corner of the devil-incarnates room, Abhay ends the monsters life, but at the cost of his own.

Abhay, the name given only to one-Abhay means fearless and this was Abhays Journey.


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