The Search: A Suicidal Journey

By Satyendra Dhariwal

I bet that once you started reading this novel (at least 5 pages) you cannot resist to complete it at once. 'The Search' is a story of a brave army man who follows the unseen. He believes in the unseen and started a expedition with his bravest officers. He has to break the talisman, he has to solve the riddle, he has to clear each step of secret while his so called suicidal journey. Rest story will tell you. This gives a very important message to the mankind.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: Jul 27, 2011
• ISBN: 9781456788094

Satyendra Dhariwal

Satyendra Dhariwal is from India, a village called dhandhar situated in rajasthan state. He has writing skills since his childhood but this is first time he is publishing. He wants to be a sportsman first but later entered in a job due to his father's death. But this was not the work he wanted, so he decided to do something which is of his own. This is how 'The Search' came into existence. [e-mail]

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The Search

A Suicidal Journey

Satyendra Dhariwal

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© 2011 by Satyendra Dhariwal. All rights reserved.

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First published by AuthorHouse 07/20/2011

ISBN: 978-1-4567-8810-0 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4567-8809-4 (ebk)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2011912516

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Colonel Ranjeet Singh was sitting in his easy chair ruminating his years in the army, all long gone by now when his 15 years old grandson Deepu walked in.

Grandpa, today you must tell me about it he exclaimed.

Tell you what? his startled grandfather asked.

Well, you always talk about Operation search but you’ve never told me anything about it, Deepu grumbled.

Why the sudden interest today about it? the Colonel curiously asked.

I’ve always been interested, but you’ve never really told me anything. But today you must or I swear I’ll never speak to you again.

You’re still too young to know or understand about it. What’s your hurry? I will tell you all about it when you are old enough for it.

Deepu is not convinced, You say I am old enough to know better for so many other things. So why am I too young for this? Anyway I am old enough to understand.

The Colonel realized that today Deepu is determined to have his way and won’t be convinced otherwise’ and laughs, Alright sir, I will tell you all about Operation search."

I am ready-says Deepu.

The Colonel expounds—Son, what I am about to tell you is a very important part of my life, one I could never forget even if I wanted to. It is from a time before even your father was born. Your grandmother and I had gone to England for a holiday.

Flashback

Mohini, start packing we are leaving to India tomorrow morning, the Colonel said as he entered the hotel room.

But we were to return in five days and our return tickets are already booked for then, why the sudden hurry to leave tomorrow, is there any emergency? Mohini asked surprisingly.

Well, no emergency at all but when you hear the whole story you will be very happy, the Colonel said.

Really, how is that?

Well we are taking a cruise back, like you’ve always wanted.

Really? Thank you dear. Mohini almost jumped with glee.

I will quickly do the packing then, as it is, it’s already ten tonight and we will need to leave early tomorrow, wont we?

The Colonel smiled to see her childlike happiness as Mohini rushed around to pack.

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That is how the Colonel and his wife the next morning, enjoying the extremely beautiful sea, returned to their country.

How does it feel here among the waves? the Colonel asked his wife on the deck.

My childhood dream has come true! she said.

I am feeling very hungry. Come, let us go and have breakfast. the Colonel said looking at his watch.

In this way, the two of them spent the whole day enjoying the waves and drowning in each other’s love.

Their time on the cruise was spending well. There were many Indians on the cruise who got along very well.

During the day, everyone was engaged in their business, or rather say enjoying in themselves. Everyone would make it a point to gather on deck every evening to catch up and relax. However, there was another reason for them to gather. On the cruise was a man named Dayanand Sharma who everyone called Mr Sharma. He was returning from meeting his son who lived in London. He used to tell everyone stories from the Indian myths and legends. People enjoyed listening to his stories which were full of magic and wonder. They entranced and enchanted them.

After about three or four days, they had all gathered on deck.

Tell us Mr Sharma, what story you are going to narrate to us today? asked one of the Indians gathered.

Today, I am not going to tell you an Indian story but an Arabic one. Sindbad-The sailor’s story.

Sindbad-the sailor? The one about whom there are so many stories. Who had a magical sword? . . . . What was it called… . ? mused Mohini.

Mr. Sharma—Yes, this is the same Sinbad. The sword was called ‘Suleimani Sword’. At first he was a pirate, but when he found Suleimani sword during a loot, then it is said that the owner of the sword entrusted Sindbad for his sinful job. I myself don’t know for sure but it is said that after possessing the sword, Sindbad used powers of the sword to help people.

Are these stories true or just mere rumour asked Mohini.

I can’t say for sure but from what I have heard and read, I feel they are true.

Mr Sharma, what world are you living in? There is no such thing! exclaimed the Colonel, some of the passengers agreed with him while the rest backed Mr Sharma.

Mr. Sharma—There are people who believe in all sorts of things in this world, Somebody believes in something and somebody does not, all these are based on your own belief. The truth is that everything that has a name has parts of it that are untrue but nevertheless has existence whether you believe in it or not, it does not matter. As the question of magic of the sword concerns, this is no miracle but what you call science today. That was science then and the mantra was the activation key or formulae. Just like there is a formula to activate something today, similarly mantras were the formulae used then to activate. When we enunciate the mantra correctly that causes vibrations in the atmosphere around us that causes specific changes and generates energy.

If that is all true, then is the sword still around somewhere? asked another Indian with great enthusiasm.

I have heard that upon growing old Sindbad had a talisman made and hid the sword in it. He recorded the secret onto a special conch shell available then. He threw the shell into the unending sea hoping that it would be found by an honest person so that it would be used for humanity’s good.

In a conch, but how can anything be recorded on a shell? somebody interjected.

Mr. Sharma—In those days a special conch shell was found that had a lid. Upon removing the lid, you would find a small hole, just like today’s shell. If you placed your mouth over the hole and spoke, your words would get recorded. When you wanted to hear the recording, there was a thin slit underneath the shell which you blew into to fill the conch with air. This activated the trigger and the recording would start playing. I know this all sounds incredible but it is true.

Then Mr Sharma narrated a very entertaining story about how Sindbad freed a princess from a sorcerer’s prison with the help of Suleimani sword and everybody enjoyed it a lot. After a while of such discussions, the crowd heads off to bed but the Colonel and Mohini stay back. This was always their habit to stay back on deck long after everyone had retired for the night. There was a different kind of pleasure in experiencing the waves alone together and that would only happen when there was silence and peace after everyone had left. After a while of being lost in each other, Mohini announced that I am sleepy.