Part 3. Revelations.

The year is 1980. Across the world, some special children are born, each with their own special capabilities. They all grow up waiting for someone to arrive. They were all about nine years old, when the child of destiny was born into this world on a stormy day in a hospital building.

They knew their King had arrived.

Since then, they all started a subconscious search for him. Every new place they went to, they were looking for a man they had never met in their lives. They never found him. But they didn’t lose hope, they couldn’t lose hope, it was the only mission in their lives.

In 1980, twins were born to a Japanese mother, and their father who was a famous politician at that time. They named them Kitty and Kitty.

Kitty and Kitty grew up, went to private schools, where their primary interest was martial arts, although they were ace students in their class. Kitty-Kitty learnt every form of martial art known to the east. By the time they were fifteen, they could take on their instructors. They won numerous medals in martial arts competitions, and the word of their mechanical prowess spread far and wide in Japan.

One day a letter arrived at the Narioka household. It invited Kitty and Kitty to join one of the best boarding schools in Japan at that time. Their parents were delighted, and couldn’t wait to send them there.

Kitty-Kitty left for the boarding school one windy morning, their mother stood at the doorstep to wave them goodbye after she had kissed each of them on the forehead. There were tears in her eyes as they got into their father’s car and closed the doors. They looked back once at their mother, Kitty felt a single droplet of tear running down her cheek. Their father drove away into the busy bustling streets of Tokyo.

They reached the boarding school, which was situated in the country after a fairly long journey, but their enthusiasm wasn’t marred by that. They said their goodbyes at the gate, where someone had come to pick them up and their bags. With two trolleys in their hands, and the rest of their luggage being carried by their temporary porter, they walked into their new lives. Lives they never imagined they would lead…

Part 2. The Underdog, the arrival of the King.

A smoking city, within the dust and fumes arose like a sharp sword, a hospital building. The sky was broke, and rains pored down like raging armies from the heavens. There was fear in the air. The light was red, if the Gods were fighting in the heavens, blood had been drawn.
The faint hearted knelt at their altars, and praid to the heavens to forgive them for their sins.
God’s wrath was everywhere… in the streets overflowing with water, in the lifeless bodies that lay inside cars on which trees had fallen. The menacing storm purged the soul of the earth, killing all evil, reminding humanity of who the most powerful is.

Amidst all that destruction, there was creation, a mother’s scream…


Several contractions later, a boy was born, on this fateful day… God’s vengeance in his soul, and on his forehead was the mark of the King…

The messiah had arrived.

His birth wasn’t easy, his umbilical chord had wound around his neck. Several seconds later, he would have died. But as fate would have it…

The doctor looked at the woman’s face, which was now contorted in agony. He felt nervous. He felt a miniscule presence of the grand plan in his mind, and the future that lay ahead. He panicked.

Within seconds, he had a syringe in his hand, he injected it in the veins of the screaming woman. The pain was gone. A child’s cry was heard.

The doctor was smiling as he looked at the woman, reassuringly. The woman looked up at the heavens, and thanked God for this blessing.

Her tired body had given up, but still she saved up enough energy to look at her child, he was bawling now, a small reddish human being. And something in her mind said “Mother I have come…”. She felt a prick on her arm, and soon the whole world seemed to be contracting to a point , she tried to fight it….
She fell asleep.

The boy had won his first war, he was born, he had defied death for the first time.

The boy’s father received news, via telephone. He was ecstatic, he was a father…

A warrior was born.

Part 1. The God of War.

God was looking down on humanity. Microfocus. A young man, curly hair, Bengali. He was walking swiftly, defiance in his eyes, arrogance in his face. Three bidis in his mouth, his accomplice struggled to keep pace with him. The crowd was waiting for him, near the pandal.

“Ranju bhai ashche…”, they murmured.

The crowd felt uneasy looking at this one man, the defiance in his swagger, and his faithful accomplice at tail.

Ranju was nearing the crowd in fast paces. The whole world seemed to shake with his slight swagger.

He took out two pistols, which were neatly tucked in, on the sides of his Bermuda. He emptied the barrels, in a flourish.

He spit the bidis out of his mouth, bust his knuckles, and ran into the crowd.

Legs, and fists flew at him, but they didn’t seem to hurt him. He was taking one man out after the other. Blood trickled down his cheeks, but it didn’t bother him. He was more intent on destroying the person infront of him.

He was hurt, but in the rush of his adrenaline, he couldn’t feel it.

His accomplice stood and watched, with crossed fingers, his heart jumping with every fateful punch that Ranju landed on his attackers.

After some time, it was all over, blood was on the streets.

Some unconscious bodies lay on the streets near the pandal, and the way they lay, it was tough to discern them from each other.

Ranju, walked out of the mess, the fire in his eyes fizzled.

He picked up the bullets from the streets one after the other and put them in the barrels.

“Let’s go home”, he said to his accomplice.

His accomplice looked at him amazed. “No wonder I worship him”, he thought.

Suddenly the whole world turned black, Ranju felt his head reel. He was falling, but he held on to the fern infested wall on his side.

“I’m alright”, he said. And his eyes closed.

God was perturbed. Something had to be done.
His accomplice, Pocha, was terrified, he held on to Ranju’s hands and started crying, “Ranju da! Tumi amake chere jeo na”.

Suddenly Ranju’s eyes opened. He was alive. He shook his head and stood up.

Ranju....larger than life.