In early centuries…when it used to take days to pass 1 ocean and world had the time for themselves , amidst the North Atlantic Ocean a cruise heading its way towards a power pack called United States of America.
White Cruise living to the name of the standard of the people it had , It carried many rich spoiled business men who used to spent more time enjoying rather than concentrating on building new as well as many slavery counters where people with same brains but not probably same power spent lives serving them but still got 0 on 10 .
Amongst them there was one…let us call him Mr. X who was so proud of his being a business man and had learnt lot about chess and proudly called him as a chess champ …
But the cruise had carried an actual world champion too….who was about to enjoy life after having those hectic and mind storming chess matches……our Champ.
The cruise also had a press reporter who was witnessing the conversation of the business man and the Champ when they were challenging each other to pull up their socks for a chess match…
So , the stage was set and every one ( obviously the master slot of the cruise not the slaves )…They all were ready for a ONE – on – ONE challenge and here goes the bong and match begins…
But with a challenge that Champion would be on one side and all other people on the cruise on the other side…
Our chess board on a big black table with crystal elephants, horses , ministers , The king and The queen..!!!
Who had to save themselves from the same army on the opposite side….
Mr. X on a leather brown luxury suit sofa same as our Champ…One move by Mr. X and other by Champ……there was a situation when they arrived to a move which according to both had no solution and Mr. X was about to get check mate….
Then there comes a personality called Mr. Y from the limelight and showed the business man a move that was probably one of the rarely known solutions , this changed the attention towards the new known person Mr. Y , and the match again took over the pace with much more enthusiasm , but Mr. X our business man wanted Mr. Y to play for him against the Champ but he argued because he said the this caused head ache…..But after insisting for long he agreed and now the match was between Mr Y and Champ…..
Match continued through all the tough moves and Mr. Y with almost all the solutions and Guess what our CHAMP got defeated by a unknown fellow Mr. Y….So according to the very nature of reporters , our reporter rushed to Mr. Y and asked “ Where in the world was he “ and “ How come he knew such moves “ and if he knew why dint he play at “ Global Levels” …..So here we start with what had happened to Mr. Y and how he knew such good moves…..
Early centuries when slaves do existed legally there was someone called Mr. Y stuck in the Jails….He was interrogated : kept in locked dark rooms , no access to humans as if they dint existed , a small slab under the door which served him everything rather one square meal of some bread sometimes spoiled..
For the seven days when he entered the jail he was asked questions about the gangs to which he was related and what he knew about the troops coming towards the country , their preparation , their powers , their plans but the twist is he dint utter or yell ( when forced a lot ) any word out of his still available mouth…
1st day , 2nd day till the 7th day nothing was extracted from him..8th was something called center of mass of our story .
Mr. Y was sitting out of the office of a higher official who was expected to extract something out of him ,
A white sofa , he had the glimpse now that humans were still there , while his eyes roamed around , he found something bulging out of the leather jacket of the officers coat hung on the ceiling , without knowing what was it he gone with the wind to take it and returned with the same velocity as if he had nothing and kept it silently in his pocket…A usual session of interrogation happened and result was again zero….8th day and officials powers also went in vain .
Returned back to his dark palace and with the light coming out of the slab he tried to look to it…
The book had no covers and torn old pages and black and white pages some white and black strokes , which we all know today what are…that was a book of the ancient chess moves that had rarely any solution or if it had they existed in books only and rarely champs were able to visualize them .
That day when bread was offered to him ( although that was the only thing that used to be offered , not even water ) , broke down the pieces of the bread to make a TOPOLOGY for chess moves ….wit h those moves only he started learning…all the bread offered he did not eat rather practiced with those moves .
This continued for almost 3 months….but then whenever he used to see those chess boxes he had severe headaches ..consequently he stopped playing chess…!!!!
After he was freed from his title of being slave and now encounter world slavery…..he was first lost in darkness of jail and now was the time of darkness of actual world…..His prison life got over and was freed..!!!
So among the champs and business men we found a Normal Person proud of his skills but hiding them some where……
Moral : Karna chaaho to kuch nahi aasaan…..Duniya mein kai log hain mahaan….Karte tum ho kya zindagi mein…Farak wahi padta hai meri jaan…;-)
Nikhita Kataria..!!!
