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  1. Alpha and Omega

    By: BeaStKid

    Chapter 10: Ramifications

    “Was there nothing that we could do to prevent this from happening?” God the Father asked St. Peter. They were standing outside the Conference Hall, trying to delay the inevitable.

    “Nothing at all, Father. Goddess Sarasvati could not be contacted in time; she was busy elsewhere. We could not disturb the boy in the middle of his meditation without her psionic abilities to help us.”

    “Yes, we could not. We would have lost him had we tried to break his ‘centre’. What about the other psionic Gods? Were they not available?”

    “They were available,” replied St. Peter. “But we needed Lord Brahma’s wife, with her immense abilities, for a task this large in magnitude.”

    “Hmmm… Well, what is done is done. We must face the ramifications now.”

    “After you, dear Father,” St. Peter said.

    God the Father opened the doors to the Hall and found Himself as the object of every other God’s intense gaze. The Hall fell into a pin-drop silence, a stark contrast to the pandemonium that had greeted Him the last time He had stepped through those doors.

    “Ah, Father. Come. Come. We were waiting for you only. Please take a chair. You too, St. Peter,” Lord Brahma said, pointing to the two empty chairs next to him.

    God the Father was quite surprised. He had never seen Lord Brahma ask anyone to sit on the chairs reserved for the Council. There were only three other Gods, besides Lord Brahma, who had that privilege and two of them were already sitting. Lord Vishnu encouraged God the Father with a slight nod of his head while Lord Shiva sat with an air of superiority, not even looking at the newest entrees of the Hall.

    St. Peter and God the Father took the extra seats on the Council Table. The Conference Hall was set up like a parliament session, a change keeping in mind the huge attendance at this meeting. Almost every other God was present inside the Hall, watching Lord Brahma with bated breaths as He called for the meeting to begin. They knew that there was something important to be discussed, otherwise Lord Brahma would have never called for a General Conference.

    “My dear Brethren, we are gathered here today to discuss a very grave issue at hand,” Lord Brahma said, his voice amplified for the huge Hall. “The Pondera Custodis used his powers on a massive scale to intervene and prevent the World Trade Centre attacks from taking place. As you all know, Pondera Custodis is a mortal at the moment and that his powers were given to him as a last resort to save his life. We were sure that he would not use his powers to such an extent, but we still made arrangements as a precaution. Clearly, those arrangements failed to do their job.”

    Lord Brahma gave St. Peter a pointed look before continuing, “As a result of this act, the Pondera Custodis has received full control over The Libramen, better known as the Force of Balance. This Council requests you to keep a strong vigil on Pondera Custodis in whatever way possible. All of us with psionic abilities to remain in constant touch with St. Peter or Father and at least one of them to be with them at all times. We need all the help we can get. Thank You. I now hand over the proceedings of this meeting to Lord Vishnu.”

    “I knew this would happen. Didn’t I tell you so?” Lord Shiva muttered to a grim looking Lord Brahma, who had taken His seat.


    “Mmmm… Stop it!” Jessica said playfully, a few days later. She was cuddled up with John on the couch in the common room of Jessica’s dorm.

    She was desperately trying to concentrate on the television, but failing miserably as John kept distracting her with his tongue; licking the nape of her neck in a sensuous motion, sending shivers down Jessica’s spine right down to her toes.

    “Why can’t boys keep still on one channel?” The remote control was in John’s hands and he was constantly changing the programs, trying to look for something interesting.

    A program caught Jessica’s attention and she asked John to go back to it. It was one of the many news broadcasting channels and John was about to change it again, after letting out a sigh of exasperation and a roll of his eyes, when Jessica stopped him.

    “The Al-Qaeda, with support from the Taliban of Afghanistan has seized control of the state of Pakistan. Earlier this month, the Taliban defeated the Northern Alliance, ending a brutal war that had been going on since the fall of the Soviet Union. Pakistan’s military ruler was assassinated last night by the terrorist organization and shortly thereafter, they declared possession of the country. The Al-Qaeda and Taliban have complete control over the two nations as of now. Al-Qaeda is the same terrorist group which is believed to be responsible for the failed attacks on the World Trade Centre in September this year. The fate of Pakistan’s nuclear arsenal…”

    Jessica took the remote control from John and switched the television off. She got up from the couch and began pacing the room, running a hand through her hair and muttering under her breath.

    “Northern Alliance defeated earlier this month? But the news came in a few days back. How can this be possible? Failed World Trade Centre attacks?” Jessica mumbled, utterly confused.

    Realization hit her like a ton of bricks and she cursed out loud, startling John, who was looking at her in bewilderment. Jessica ran out of the room, still grumbling and swearing while John followed her a few minutes later.


    The Hostel building was three stories high, housing five dorms each, except for the ground floor which had seven. Each dorm had three rooms plus a common room. There was a huge recreational area for the hostel in the basement consisting of a library, a television room, a table tennis area and an indoor badminton court.

    Ryan, Josh, Mark and Scott were sitting in the rec-area’s television room, exhausted after playing several matches of badminton. The group was watching a live telecast of a rock band, being telecast from Phoenix, Arizona.

    “I kinda like this new lead singer. He’s far better than the last one,” Mark commented. “He’s smokin’ hot as well!”

    “Yeah, but I think the drummer gives him a tough competition,” Scott pointed out.

    “Hey! The bass guitarist is way better looking than the rest. The best part is that he loves to show skin and isn’t shy to pose. Josh and I like him the best. I hear he’s quite a prankster as well,” Ryan added with a wink.

    “Do you think anyone’s gay outta them?” Mark asked them.

    “Hmmm… all-boys bands usually have a one-odd gay guy in them. I think the bass guitarist could be gay,” Josh thought out-loud.

    “Nah! I think the lead guitarist is definitely the gay guy in the lot,” Scott declared.

    “Honey, your gaydar’s never been accurate. You pegged Kyle as gay when you first met him!” Mark joked.

    At that moment, Jessica stomped into the room and yanked the television’s power cord out of its socket. Shouts of protests from the boys were immediately silenced by the death glare she gave them, making it pretty clear that she meant business.

    “Mark, Scott; I need a few words with Ryan; and Josh too. Could you excuse us for a while?” she spat out, her eyes fixed on the two boys she wanted to talk to. Jessica’s anger, rarely surfaced, but when it did, hell hath no fury for those who got caught in her way. Knowing this very well, Scott and Mark meekly left the room.

    “Why did you do it?” Jessica demanded of Ryan, once they were alone.

    Ryan was perplexed at the sudden outburst. “Do what?”

    “Go back in time and stop the WTC attacks, dammit! Do you know what you’ve done?” she screamed.

    “How did you get to know of this? Everyone’s supposed to forget that the attacks ever happened once the timeline’s been changed. Why weren’t your memories altered?” Ryan questioned. “Even Josh doesn’t recall anything. I asked him myself.”

    Jessica looked at Josh for confirmation and the boy nodded in response. “Look Jess, if Ryan did indeed prevent those attacks, isn’t that a good thing? I mean he saved thousands of lives.”

    “Saved? You idiot! He has put millions of lives at risk, probably more. You want to know why I am freaking out. I’ll show why.” She put the plug back in, switched the television on, and changed to a news channel where the boys saw the latest developments in Asia.

    “Oh my…!” Ryan gasped.

    “Wait a minute. This doesn’t mean that Ryan’s responsible for this mess,” Josh said.

    “He is,” Jessica replied. “Ryan, you of all people, should know the Laws of Balance? How could you forget them?”

    “He’s a God, for God’s sake!” Josh said in indignation. “Cut him some slack, he knows what he’s doing.”

    “I don’t CARE if he’s a f****** God!” Jessica shouted back. “Gods don’t make stupid mistakes like these and bring the world to the brink of a nuclear holocaust. He ought to have been more…”

    Jessica stopped in midsentence. She had just realized that the rec-area was not the correct place for a discussion like this. She moved towards the doorway that led to the library, a more private place than the one they were in, and signaled the boys to follow her, never realizing that three sets of ears had been listening from outside another door.


    Mark and Steve had never left the television room. Their curiosity was piqued when they had seen Jessica in such a temper. She was the calmest personality in their group and was the closest to Ryan and Josh. Hence, when she stormed into the room and confronted them, Mark and Scott’s desire to know what was wrong kept them from leaving.

    They heard everything, their ears on the door; each word shocking them to the core. John, who had come to the rec-area in search of Jessica, stood there with the duo as well, listening to the conversation taking place inside.

    When Jessica’s voice stopped coming through the door, they realized that the group must have gone into the library for more privacy. Mark and Scott looked at each other, their eyes wide in amazement.

    “Wicked!” Mark exclaimed.

    “What was that all about?” John was utterly confused. He was having a hard time grasping everything.

    “Dude, didn’t you just hear? It seems like our Ryan is someone special,” Mark said, his eyes beaming. “What’s up with you?” he asked Scott.

    “Huh?” Scott said, breaking out of his trance. “We shouldn’t have been eavesdropping on them. It was wrong on our part.”

    “As if we’re going to tell anyone,” John quipped.

    “I, for one, am not going to tell anyone, anything,” Scott said.

    “Same goes for me,” Mark stated.

    “Me too,” John added.

    “What do we tell them?” Scott asked, pointing towards the television room.

    “Nothing,” John answered and the others agreed with him.


    As soon as Ryan, Josh and Jessica entered the library, Jessica spun around and continued, “As I was saying, you ought to have consulted Father before taking such a step. Or at least you could’ve come to me.”

    “Jess, I did what I felt right. Besides, I consulted Josh. Had it not been for him, I wouldn’t have even gone ahead with this idea,” Ryan told her.

    Jessica frowned. “It was you who instigated him to take this step? I should’ve known.”

    “C’mon Jess, Ryan saved those passengers the last time he went back in time and he saved scores of people now.”

    “How do you remember…?” Jessica began.

    “That’s enough, Jess,” Josh cut her off. “Ryan, what are you going to do now?”

    “I don’t know,” Ryan answered.

    “Why don’t you try contacting Father?” Jessica suggested. “I am sure that He’d give you the right advice. As it is, you should’ve gone to Him in the first place.”

    “You’re right. I’ll try contacting Him now.” Ryan closed his eyes and prayed, trying to reach God the Father. He stood there for a few minutes, concentrating hard and requesting help under his breath.

    Ryan’s brows knitted in confusion and he opened his eyes. “That’s odd. No one’s answering my prayers. This has never happened, ever.”


  2. Alpha and Omega

    By: BeaStKid

    Chapter 9: Some fun, More Problems

    "Josh, Jess, there's something I want to tell you."

    "What is it, Ryan?" Josh asked, concerned at the nervous look on Ryan's face.

    "There's no easy way to say this and it's a little bizarre, but I hope that you'll believe me. It's just that what I'm about to tell you is so weird and…"

    "Honey, stop beating around the bush and cut to the point," Jessica told him.

    "Okay, I'm one of the Gods." Ryan said in a rush.

    Silence reigned supreme for a few minutes in their vicinity as they digested this proclamation. It was Jessica who broke the silence. Her expression turned from shock to one of amusement.

    "Right. When you said bizarre, you certainly weren't joking," she quipped.

    Ryan looked towards Josh for support but got just a blank expression in response. Sighing, Ryan took hold of their arms and led them out of the auditorium to a secluded area. Making sure that they were alone, Ryan turned and said, "I knew you wouldn't believe me. I didn't believe it myself when God the Father told me Himself."

    "Ryan, you expect us to buy all this bullshit you just said?" Josh asked in amusement. "Cause trust me dude, we aren't going to fall for it."

    Seeing no other way to convince them, Ryan thought back to the time when God the Father had told him about his gift and in that memory Ryan found his answer.

    "Alright, I know of a way that'll convince you that I'm telling the truth," he said. "Think of something that you want. Anything; but don't say it out loud, just think about it. Jess, you go first."

    Shrugging, Jessica thought no harm in trying. She closed her eyes and thought about the latest edition of Rolling Stone, as that was the first thing that came to her mind.

    A few seconds later, Ryan asked her to open her eyes. To her utter amazement, she saw the object of her thoughts in Ryan's hands. "Now do you believe me?" Ryan asked them. "Or do you still need proof. Josh?"

    "I am so freaked out as of this moment," Josh whispered slowly.

    "Ryan, when did you get to know about this?" Jessica questioned.

    "A week before Josh got discharged from the hospital," Ryan answered. "How else do you think he recovered so fast, almost like a miracle?"

    "You didn't!" Jessica reproved.

    "Wait a sec! You mean to say that it was you who healed me? Josh asked, finally catching up to what was being implied. Ryan nodded his response.

    "So let me get this straight… You are one of the Gods and have all the powers they have, right?" Jessica inquired of Ryan.

    "In a nutshell, yes. But I have a role to play as well," Ryan said. He told them everything God the Father had told him that evening. He also informed them about his subsequent saving of the Pentagon.

    "Wow! I knew you were special, but this, even I hadn't imagined," Josh exclaimed.

    "Ryan? Did you ask Father before you came and babbled everything to us?" Jessica asked seriously. "Or even before you went back in time?"

    "Uhh… No," he answered.

    "Dammit! You should've at least consulted Him on this!" Jessica said outrageously.

    "Leave him alone Jess," Josh came to Ryan's defense. "He came to us because he trusts us. And besides, he saved so many people from dying."

    Jessica was about to argue further but was cut off by the arrival of Ms. Sanders, who was calling them inside.

    "This discussion isn't over by a long shot, wise guy," Jessica warned Ryan.


    The student body was in for a special surprise when the Principal announced a trip to the local amusement park. While there was not a big restriction on students for going out of the campus, such 'sponsored' trips were always welcome as these suited the children's already overburdened pockets. The children were given half an hour to get changed out of their uniforms and into something comfortable.

    "How do I look?" Ryan asked Josh.

    "Awesome as always," Josh said after giving Ryan a look-over. He threw a bag towards him and said, "Here, keep our towels and shorts in this bag."

    Ryan caught the bag mid-air and gave Josh an inquiring look to which Josh replied, "There's a water park as well."

    "Yep," Mark said, entering the room. "And do you know what that means?" he asked the two. "Lots of EYE CANDY!!"

    "Give it a lid, dumbass. You already have Scott," Josh joked.

    "And besides, I have my eye-candy right here," Ryan said, coming up behind his boyfriend and hugging him.

    "Get a room both of you!" Mark jibed.

    "Is this the cue for us to tell you that you are standing in it?!" Ryan laughed.

    "Point well made," Mark conceded. "Now move your cute little asses or we'll be late."

    As Mark turned to leave, Josh muttered under his breath, loud enough for only Ryan to hear, "If he's like this just a day after finding out about us, I wonder what the coming year and a half has in store for us?"

    Ryan tried to shudder in mock fear but couldn't. He burst out laughing, Josh joining him a few seconds later.


    Ryan was having the time of his life. It had been ages since he had gone out and done stuff like this. Sitting on the Roller Coaster with the love of his life, he was certainly on cloud nine.

    If there was one thing besides a good book and Josh's body that could grab Ryan's attention longer than a goldfish's, it was spending a day on the most adventurous rides in the amusement park. His favorites were the Talon Express, a Roller Coaster, and the Coffee Cups, better known as the Crazy Cups.

    While Ryan was having fun with his boyfriend, another boy was looking longingly towards his prospective significant-other; debating whether this would be an appropriate moment to tell her about his feelings or not.

    John, having come to a conclusion, joined Jessica by the ice-cream parlor. His nervousness was far too evident from his sweaty hands, which he kept wiping on his shorts.

    "Hey Johnny," Jessica said, licking her ice cream.

    "Uh…Hi," John stammered. "Jess?"


    "Would you…Would you like to…I mean."

    "Like to, what John?" Jessica asked.

    "Would you like to join me on the Ferris Wheel?" John blurted out in a hurry, chickening out at the last moment.

    Jessica smiled, "I'd love to."

    Her smile turned into a full grin upon seeing the look of utter jubilation on John's face. She hooked her arm in his and together they joined the queue for the tickets.

    A tap on Josh's shoulder made him look back. Steve was standing behind him with an amused look on his face. He stopped John from turning around and handed him a rose with a quick wink accompanied by a nod towards Jessica. Understanding the gesture and mumbling a 'thanks', John pocketed the red rose while Steve slipped away; the whole exchange going unnoticed by Jessica.


    Steve was content with himself. He was pretty sure that John would not back out of telling Jessica about his feelings this time round and he was happy that he had helped John in this regard.

    "STEPHEN ANDREW MARTIN!!" Lisa's shrill voice penetrated Steve's thoughts. She was standing a few steps away from him, with her hands on her hips. The implication of using Steve's full name was not lost to the boy and he froze in his tracks, trying to guess what had he done to attract his girlfriend's ire this time round.

    "That was the sweetest, cutest and the most marvelous thing you did for John. I'm so proud of you," Lisa said, closing the gap between Steve and herself.

    Steve heaved a sigh of relief. "Oh that! I thought John could use a nudge there."

    "You are such a wonderful person Steve. And that is just one of the reasons why I like you so much," Lisa said before placing her lips on Steve's.


    Ryan was walking towards the area where he had left Josh before going to buying the tickets to the water park when a voice behind him caused him to stop.

    "Hello Ryan."

    Ryan turned, expecting to see one of his schoolmates. That was why he was taken aback to see a man dressed in all black with a hat on his head, standing in front of him instead. The man had an eerie look to him. He was not very tall, but was stocky and well built. He was wearing a long overcoat, even though it wasn't cold at all. When he raised his head and his face came into Ryan's view, the latter gasped out loud upon seeing the ghostly appearance of the man in front of him. Right out of a vampire movie, this man could put any Goth to shame.

    "Who are you and how do you know my name?" Ryan asked cautiously.

    "I know you very well, sonny boy," the man replied. "You can call me Cornelius."

    "What do you want from me, Cornelius?" Ryan inwardly sniggered at the unusual name. It sounded corny to him.

    "I do not want anything from you. Rather, I want to give you something," Cornelius said. "Advice, I want to give you some valuable advice."

    "What kind of advice?"

    "I know you are special," Cornelius said. Knowing that Ryan was about to interrupt him, he hurriedly added, "Don't ask how; now is neither the time nor the place for that question. You have a wonderful gift, as is evident after you saved the Pentagon. Think about it, boy. You can save many more lives with that kind of power."


    Ryan heard his name being called from behind him. He turned to locate the owner of the voice, but couldn't find anyone he knew. He turned back towards the mysterious man. "But Cornelius, how…"

    Ryan stopped in mid-sentence. The man was nowhere in sight. "Weird," Ryan mumbled before walking away, resuming his efforts to locate Josh.


    John was enjoying himself, sitting at the apex of the ride with the girl he liked. He could see the entire park from this height. The rush of adrenaline made him forget his nervousness and he took out the rose from his pocket.

    He looked at Jessica and once he had her attention, offered the rose to her. "Jessica, just as this Ferris wheel is at its peak, I feel the same way every time I am with you. Seeing you, my heart beats faster and whenever I am not near you, I yearn to be with you."

    John paused for a second and then added the words he had wanted to say for a long time. "Jess, would you give me the honor of becoming your boyfriend?"

    Jessica was speechless. She never thought that John would be harboring feelings for her. She didn't know what to say or do and was at a total loss for words. So she remained quiet instead.

    The ride ended without either of them saying anything. John had lost the spring in his steps and was walking dejectedly, crestfallen at Jessica's lack of response. He never noticed that she had stopped walking and only got to know of this fact when he heard her voice from behind him. He turned, waiting to hear it, the rejection.

    "John," Jessica called out again, making the boy look into her eyes instead of the ground. "Yes."

    It took a few moments for the reality of that one word Jessica had just uttered to sink in. When it did, John's joy knew no bounds. He quickly covered the distance between them and took Jessica in her arms, lifting her off the ground.


    Josh was standing near the entrance of the water park, waiting for Ryan. He was getting restless by the minute due to the time it was taking Ryan. Josh really wanted to go inside and have fun in the water.

    When Ryan showed up a few minutes later, Josh immediately began his tirade. "Where have you been? It took you a good quarter of an hour to get those tickets. I've been waiting and going crazy…"

    Josh stopped his rant when he saw that Ryan was not listening to him, but was rather in deep thought; a frown that was marking his handsome features a clear indication of his tension.

    "Ryan? What's the matter, babe?"

    "Huh? Nothing."

    "Ryan, you promised no more secrets from me, remember? Now tell me what it is that's bothering you, and don't give me that 'nothing' crap 'cause I know that something is bothering you."

    "It's just that after I had bought the tickets…" Ryan told Josh about his strange encounter with Cornelius and his cryptic words.

    "I don't know what he was trying to imply," Ryan finished.

    "Real simple. He was advising you to go back in time and save those other planes as well," Josh stated matter-of-factly.

    "I can't do that!" Ryan said incredulously. "You know that it was an impulsive decision of mine to save the Pentagon."

    "Yeah, and look how many lives you saved with that little decision," Josh countered.

    "But what if something went wrong? I don't want more incidents as a result of my feelings and actions."

    "Think about it, babe," Josh advised.

    "I will," he said and changed the topic, "But right now, I want to get into the water and chill out."

    "You said it dude!!" Josh said enthusiastically.


    The entire student body was relaxing, tired from the day's activities. While some students chose to kick back in their rooms and take a nap, others were lazing around in the lush green lawns the campus had to offer.

    Ryan, Josh and their group lay sprawled out on the grass, enjoying the pleasant evening. The topics of discussion were random, ranging from food to movies to class-work, teachers and the upcoming Annual Day.

    Ryan and Josh were a little separate from the group, but not far enough so as to arouse any suspicions. Josh re-started their talk about Cornelius and his advice, trying to convince Ryan to go ahead with it. Ryan was still apprehensive about using his powers to save the planes. He had a feeling in his gut that if he changed the past any further, it would not result in something good.

    "But Ryan, nothing bad happened when you saved the Pentagon," Josh kept up his pestering.

    "All right! If it gets you to shut up, I'll do it," Ryan conceded, finally.

    "Great. Now is as good a time as any."


    "Yeah. What's wrong? Better do it now when you have the time. Everyone's either sleeping or out here. Go use our room; no one'll disturb you there."


    Ryan got up to go to his room. "All the best," he heard Josh say.


    "Oh No!" St. Peter cried out. He was in the Communications Centre with Gabriel when the red light flashed on the screen, signaling an emergency.

    "Gabe, please go and inform Goddess Sarasvati to meet me in Father's chambers. Tell her it is extremely urgent."

    "But why do you need to see the Goddess of Learning?" Gabriel asked.

    "We would be needing Her psionic abilities. Now please hurry; we have no time to lose."

    St. Peter and Gabriel both exited the Communication centre, the latter rushing to inform God the Father about this latest development while the former hurrying to give Lord Brahma's wife the message from St. Peter.


    Ryan was sitting cross-legged on his bed, ready to enter the meditation necessary for the task he was about to do. He closed his eyes and concentrated on centering his consciousness. He never noticed the silhouette of a man outside his window. Neither did he see the look of intense satisfaction cross over the man's face.

    Boss will be so happy once he gets to hear about our plan's success. Cornelius thought. Convinced that Ryan was at the point of no return, he turned away from the window, disappearing into the shadows the setting sun's rays caused.


  3. Alpha and Omega

    By: BeaStKid

    Chapter 8: A Good Deed?

    “I don’t like this one bit,” stated God the Father. He was sitting in the Communications Centre along with St. Peter, going through the video the latter had just recorded.

    “Yes, My Lord. I also just noticed the silhouette outside the window. It is not something that should be taken lightly.”

    “Whatever it is, we must be careful. We cannot take any chances with the boy. Inform her about this person and tell her to keep an eye out for anything out of the ordinary. Whoever this person was did not come to pay a friendly visit,” said Father.


    Ryan and Josh were having lunch with their group in the cafeteria. Ever since they both became an item, their individual friend groups had merged. Not that anyone knew about their relationship, they were very careful not to let anyone get suspicious about it. To everybody except Jessica, they were roommates and exceptionally close friends.

    John was sitting with Jessica on Ryan’s left and Mark sat with Scott to Josh’s right. On the other side of the table sat Steve, with an arm around Lisa, and Kyle along with some cheerleader friend of Lisa’s. Apparently, she was Kyle’s latest conquest and had introduced herself as Gina.

    The conversation kept to random things like classes, teachers and girlfriends until it came to the recent attacks on the World Trade Centre. Ryan squirmed at the mention of the attacks. If what God the Father had told him was true, he was indirectly responsible for the insanity that led to the terrorists slamming the planes into those buildings.

    “Who do you all think did it?” Mark asked.

    “Well, don’t tell anyone, but Dad mentioned that the U.S Government has got intelligence reports of it being the work of Al Qaeda,” answered John.

    “Al Qaeda? Who’re they?” asked Gina.

    “I believe they are the ones in control of the southern part of Afghanistan,” John informed her.

    “That’s right, but do you really believe that those Afghans would have guts to attack the U.S!” exclaimed Kyle.

    “There is another theory as well,” Scott said somberly. Everyone looked at the otherwise quiet and shy boy with a bemused look on their faces. Taken aback by the sudden attention he was getting, Scott quickly continued, “It may not be true, but I read it somewhere on the internet. They said that the WTC’s were built to sustain such impacts, even when the jets had a lot of fuel in them. The way the towers fell like a pack of cards suggests foul play.”

    “You gotta be fuckin’ kidding me!” remarked Steve, joining the discussion and earning a smack on his arm from Lisa due to his language. “Sorry love, but seriously, y’all don’t believe alla this, do you?”

    Scott shrugged in response. Ryan, sensing this as the right time to change the topic asked the group about the upcoming Annual Function in December. “You guys doing anything?” he asked.

    “Well, I’m in the dance,” Lisa answered.

    “I’m in the play,” Jessica replied.

    “Me too,” said Kyle and John together.

    “Dance and scriptwriter for the play,” said Steve.

    “Choir,” came from Mark and Scott.

    “Compere,” Josh said.

    “That’s great! I’m in the exhibitions,” Ryan said enthusiastically.

    “Audience,” Gina drawled, making everyone roll their eyes and groan together.

    The bell rang, signaling the end of the lunch period and with a mumble of ‘byes’ and ‘cya laters’, the group went their respective ways.


    All classes after lunch had been cancelled in preparation of the forthcoming annual day. It was supposed to be special as the school was celebrating its 85th Founder’s Day this year.

    The whole student body, as well as the staff and the administration, had another two months to set up and prepare for this gala event. The function was scheduled for the sixteenth of December and that would be the last day of school before it closed for the winter holidays.

    Everyone could feel the excitement in the air. The mood throughout the campus was festive. The Principal wanted this function to be a memorable one and that was why he was leaving no stone unturned to ensure its success.

    Josh was sitting with Ms. Sanders in a corner of the massive auditorium, preparing his speech for the event when Jamie, a boy in his class, came up to them.

    “Ms. Sanders, could you go over this script for me?” Jamie asked.

    “Certainly,” Ms. Sanders said, taking the papers from Jamie.

    While the English teacher read the script, Jamie turned his attention to Josh. “Dude! How’s the speech coming through?” he asked.

    “Quite fine indeed,” Josh replied.

    “That’s great! I hope you keep it humorous like the previous one.”

    Ms. Sanders cleared her throat and pointed to the script in her hand. “I don’t think this is an appropriate ending. The play is for a happy occasion and this is a bit tense in the end. Surely, you wouldn’t want to leave your audience hanging, would you?”

    “Of course not!” Jamie remarked. “It’s all Steve’s fault! I told him that the ending I had written was perfectly fine, but he always has to have his own way.”

    “Hey! That ending was entirely yours,” Steve said coming up behind the trio. “Don’t blame me.”

    Ms. Sanders and Josh looked at each other in amusement. Quietly, they slipped away from the two boys, who continued their arguing and leg-pulling.


    The day finally over, Ryan lay on his bed, reading a book he had borrowed from the library. Even though his eyes were transfixed on the coarse material in his hands, he had not turned the page for over an hour, a fact that was not missed by Josh.

    Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he asked Ryan, “Babe, what’s the matter? You don’t seem yourself.”

    “Huh..?” Ryan said, breaking out of his trance. “Nothing’s wrong, Josh. Why? What makes you feel there is?”

    “Ever since lunch, you’ve been a bit distant, as if lost somewhere. What’s bothering you?”

    “Josh, trust me, if there was something wrong, I would have already told you,” Ryan assured him with a smile. Josh could see that Ryan was lying, but he let it drop. Ryan gave him a grateful look and went back to reading his book, not even noticing when Josh left the room a little while later.

    Ryan was busy in his thoughts, lost in them. The discussion they had had today at lunch had left him visibly disturbed. If he were responsible for the terrorist attack on the WTC in some way, he felt that it was his obligation to do something to rectify it.

    A thought struck his mind. If it was indeed the Taliban and the Al Qaeda who had sponsored the attacks, he could…

    No, that would be unethical according to him, messing with time and all that crap. But he could at least find out who did it.

    His resolve strengthened after that last thought, Ryan sat in Indian style and began meditating. He focused on the day the attacks took place, bringing forth the pictures he remembered from the news. Picturing himself in one of the aircrafts, he opened his eyes.

    To his utter shock and amazement, Ryan found himself sitting on a seat at the end of the aisle in what appeared to be an airplane.

    Intangible and invisible, Ryan made his way up to the door of the cockpit. Throughout his way, he could feel the torrent of emotions flooding him; fear, uncertainty, horror, panic and much to Ryan’s surprise, excitement.

    That must be the hijackers, he thought.

    Shaking his head to clear away the emotions and blocking them out, he stepped through the closed door into the cockpit. What he saw there made his stomach churn. The captain and his co-pilot lay in a mess near the seats. They were, thankfully, alive. Two men, obviously from the Middle-East as they talked in rapid Arabic, were manning the controls.

    Ryan closed his eyes and delved into the mind of the person sitting in the pilot’s seat. What he read made him gasp. These guys were planning to hit the Pentagon. He was correct in his assumption that they were Al Qaeda operatives, but he could have never imagined that they were about to destroy the most secure building in America.

    It was at that moment he decided to do something. Regardless of the warning bells ringing in his head, he felt it was necessary for him to intervene. Gathering his power, he healed the injured men on the floor and knocked out the hijackers at the same time. Ryan kept the plane steady while he implanted a memory of a successful fight in the pilots’ minds, making them think that they overpowered the hijackers, saving the plane in the process. He then ‘implanted’ the same memories in the hijackers’ minds and added a plethora of bruises on them for good measure.

    The hijackers, now incapacitated, lay in place of the pilots as the latter stood over them heroically. Ryan gave them their senses and retreated.

    “Take that you bastards!” were the last words he heard from the cockpit as Ryan came back to his own time, satisfied that he had done a good deed.


    Josh was sitting in the common room twiddling with the remote, idly flipping through channels. His mind was somewhere else, though. He was quite concerned as well as disturbed over Ryan’s somber mood. The fact that Ryan refused to tell him anything did not bode well with him.

    Josh had purposely not pushed Ryan into telling him the cause of his brooding at that time. But now, this was eating him alive. He had to know what was wrong.

    With that in mind, he got up to go to his room. Once there, he paused for just a second before entering.


    Ryan opened his eyes and took a deep breath, collecting his thoughts. He felt great on saving those innocent passengers and the Pentagon. He was able to make good use of his gift and Ryan was proud of it.

    The door to the room opened and he saw Josh walk in. Ryan, happy to see his love, met him halfway. Josh opened his mouth to say something but was silenced by a big wet kiss from Ryan. Not complaining about the sudden change in Ryan’s attitude, Josh kissed him back.

    “Wow!” he exclaimed when they finally surfaced for air. Josh looked at the beautiful boy in his arms. Again, his attention was drawn to Ryan’s mesmerizing eyes. Those brown orbs were filled with a passion that sent shivers down Josh’s spine.

    They stood there, hugging and staring at each other for what seemed like eternity. The world outside held little importance to them as they immersed themselves in the ocean of love.

    As though a switch had gone off inside him, Ryan attacked Josh’s shirt, tugging at its buttons. When they refused to cooperate, his impatient hands ripped them off, leaving the owner of the shirt shocked and in a few seconds, shirtless.

    De-shirting himself as well, Ryan maneuvered, or rather pushed, Josh onto the bed and climbed on top of him, resuming his fervent assault on Josh’s lips. He unbuttoned his lover’s jeans while Josh, recovering from the shock of losing his shirt, ran a hand through Ryan’s hair.

    Ryan’s attention turned to Josh’s chest and a moan escaped Josh’s lips when Ryan took the boy’s left nipple in his mouth, making it erect. Encouraged, Ryan smiled at Josh and swept a tongue over the sensitive spot, not breaking his gaze over Josh for even a second.

    Ryan teased each of Josh’s nipples, making his lover squirm, before moving down towards the ultimate prize. He left a trail of kisses and paused to lick Josh’s navel and came to a halt on reaching the coarse material of the denims.

    Ryan unzipped them using his teeth, knowing full well that it would get Josh worked up. His hands played with Josh’s nipple and at the same time, he slowly pulled the zipper down. Josh, unable to bear the teasing any longer, took Ryan’s hands in his and urged him to hurry.

    Smirking and acceding to his love’s demand, Ryan lowered the zipper all the way. Josh raised his hips, helping Ryan to get the jeans off of him as Ryan admired his boxer-clad partner before devouring his neck.

    Satisfied that his efforts on Josh’s neck would leave a nice mark, Ryan shifted so as to position his mouth over Josh’s manhood. He teased Josh’s member before removing the last bit of clothing covering it.

    Josh’s engorged p**** lay in all its pristine glory beckoning Ryan to come and please it. Ryan wasted no time in thinking twice and lowered his head to take Josh in his mouth.


    Ryan awoke the next morning with his head on Josh’s chest. Josh had an arm around Ryan and when Ryan moved slightly, Josh pulled him closer to himself.

    Ryan looked at Josh’s serene face and broke into a smile upon seeing the content expression on his boyfriend’s face. Josh looked so peaceful and Ryan hoped that he could wake up like this for the rest of his life.

    “Mmmm… Not that I mind, but why do I always wake up to you staring at me?”

    Ryan didn’t reply, instead he kissed Josh’s nose and gave a goofy smile in return.

    “I like it when you’re like this, babe. This mood suits you far better. I don’t know what it was that had you so down yesterday, but last night was awesome.

    “Ryan, I hate to see you sad,” he continued. “I want to give you all the happiness that this world has to offer. I love you so much, babe.”

    “I love you too,” Ryan said, hugging Josh tightly. “I have something to tell…”

    All good things come to an abrupt end and so did this perfect moment. It was Mr. Fernandez who did the honors by knocking on the door and announcing that if Ryan and Josh didn’t get up in the next two minutes, they’d be late for breakfast. Rolling their eyes, Ryan and Josh replied together, “We’re up, Mr. D, go wake up the others.”

    They laughed as Dennis Fernandez, the hostel warden, noisily made his way to the next room and banged on the door to wake its occupants.

    “What was it that you wanted to tell me?” Josh asked Ryan.

    “Never mind. I’ll tell you later.”


    Ryan was standing with Josh and Jessica in the auditorium, talking about the upcoming Annual Function. The Principal had called for the whole school to be gathered inside the auditorium for some announcement.

    The topic gradually shifted towards Josh’s injury. “How are you doing?” Jessica asked Josh.

    “I still get a little tired if I exert myself. That’s why I’m not taking an active part in the function.”

    “Smart decision,” Jessica decided. “I was so scared for the both of you. I’m just glad that you’re fine now and that this idiot is okay as well,” she said pointing to Ryan.

    “Thanks Jess,” Ryan said gratefully. “You know how much I love Josh, and that’s why I reacted the way I did. If anything had happened…”

    “Ryan!” Jessica hissed, looking over Josh and his shoulders.

    The boys turned to look at the reason Jessica looked so mortified. The shocked looks on Mark and Scott’s faces were all they needed to realize that they had heard everything.


    “Dude, just ask her!” Steve said, playfully punching John’s arm.

    John sighed. “That’s the problem. I always chicken out at the last moment.”

    “You don’t seem to have any hassles talking to her otherwise. I’d say go for it and leave the rest to fate. Everything’ll work out for you.”

    “I sure hope so dude. I sure hope so.”


    “Did we really hear what we just heard?” Mark asked in disbelief.

    “Ryan, are Josh and you really a couple?” Scott inquired. Seeing no way out of this predicament, Ryan and Josh nodded.

    “Since when?”

    “May,” Ryan answered.

    “Six months!” Mark exclaimed. “Six god damned f****** months and you didn’t even bother to tell us?!”

    Scott put a hand on Mark’s shoulder. “Dude, calm down. It’s not as if we have been completely honest with them as well.”

    The ever perceptive Jessica caught on to the hidden meaning before Ryan and Josh could. “I knew it!” she squealed.

    “Yeah,” Mark laughed. “We were rather surprised that it took you that long to figure out, given how famous your ESP is around here.”

    Ryan and Josh still hadn’t caught on to what was being said, judging by the looks on their faces. So, Scott had to literally spell it out for them by taking Mark’s hand in his and waving them in front of the astounded boys’ faces.

    The look Ryan and Josh gave was priceless, their eyes widened in synchronization as realization dawned and the other three burst out laughing at their expense.

    “Guys! Hey Guys!” Kyle came up running behind them. He paused to catch his breath and continued, “Did you hear? This just came in the news. The Northern Alliance lost the war in Afghanistan. The Taliban has full control of the country now.”

    “Holy s**t!” Mark exclaimed. “When did this happen?”

    “The official announcement was made an hour ago,” Kyle answered.

    “I wanna see this. You coming Mark?” Scott asked. Mark nodded and left after saying a quick bye to Ryan, Jess and Josh.

    “Finally! We’re alone,” Ryan sighed. “Josh, Jess, there’s something I want to tell you.”


  4. Alpha and Omega

    By: BeaStKid

    Chapter 7: Normal?

    God the Father took slow measured steps as He walked through the streets of Heaven. He was lost in contemplation over the latest turn of events. He knew that His decision to reveal everything to Ryan was rash, and there would be many who would question Him, but He had had no other option.

    Passing by His favorite store, He smiled at the owner and continued. The Kingdom of Heaven was like any other nation state found on Earth. There were stores selling everyday goods, houses to live in, and clubs to party in and what not. All those earthlings who thought that one could only enjoy in Hell and that Heaven was filled with angels sitting on clouds with harps in their hands were in for a rude shock if and when they arrived here. God sniggered at that thought. The only difference between life on Earth and here would be that there was nothing to worry about here. No thieves, no moral policing and above all no money! Everyone in heaven worked for the pleasure of it and not for monetary gains.

    Deep in His thoughts, God didn’t realize when the busy street changed into a lone one leading up to a magnificent building. The Great Palace stood imposingly in contrast to the small buildings God had just passed. Made from the finest marble and by the great architects who also created the Taj Mahal, The Great Palace was truly a sight to behold.

    Taking a deep breath, God trudged up the path leading to a huge door guarded by the palace guards. The guards bowed their heads in reverence and allowed Him to enter the palace. The doors opened to reveal a large hall with a flight of stairs in the middle. Priceless artifacts and decorative ornaments lay around in strategic places to increase the ambience of the place. A crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling and the furniture of the drawing room was exquisite. God climbed up the stairs and walked up to the conference hall on His left.

    Pandemonium greeted Him as He entered the hall as about two hundred other Gods argued amongst each other at the top of their voices around a huge conference table. A visibly disturbed Lord Brahma sat at its head. Seeing God the Father enter, He called for silence. When He didn’t get any response, He stood up and His ten heads bellowed in one voice, “SILENCE!!”

    The hall immediately fell silent and all the other Gods looked at Lord Brahma, searching for the cause of His displeasure. One by one, they spotted God the Father standing by the door and slowly but steadily a murmur started which threatened to get out of hand. But before that could happen, Lord Brahma invited God the Father inside and asked Him to take a seat.

    Complying with the Lord’s request, God the Father took an empty seat not far from where the former sat. Lord Brahma turned towards Him and with a stern look on all his faces, asked, “I’m sure, Father, that you have a valid explanation for your actions.”

    “Indeed I have. My sources told me that the boy was constantly trying to do himself away and I was of the opinion that this would have resulted in quite a situation.”

    Lord Shiva enquired, “But do you realize the risk you have taken by telling everything to a seventeen-year old? What if he did something…?”

    God the Father cut Him off, “I have not divulged everything about the prophecy and the boy’s role. He just knows that he is the Pondera Custodis. Nothing more. Moreover, he is the sanest person on that planet. Do you think he would do anything which would jeopardize its existence?”

    “I ask you to have him monitored at all times. We can’t risk anything,” said Lord Brahma.

    “St. Peter is arranging for that as we speak.”

    “Then this Council has no more to ask from you, Father. Thank You for your patience.” Lord Brahma turned to Narada and began asking Him about the situation in Afghanistan while God the Father got lost in His own thoughts.


    Ryan lay in Josh’s arms savoring the feeling being in love gives. His mind though, was in a flurry of thoughts, pondering over the latest twist his life was going through. It seemed to him that whenever he thought that his life couldn’t surprise him any more, it did just that with a fury, leaving him stupefied.

    He never, even in his wildest dreams, imagined that destiny had such an important task in store for him. It still scared him, being Pondera Custodis. But he felt happy, for it is not everyday that you are special.

    Normal classes for the occupants of room 107/3 were to resume on that morning. Due to his depression, Ryan had missed out on a lot of classes. Not that it mattered now. You could put a PhD paper in front of him and he’d breeze through it without batting an eyelid.

    He got up from the bed, carefully disentangling himself from the sheets and from Josh, and started getting ready. He looked towards the sleeping form of his boyfriend and wondered what good karma he had performed in his previous life to deserve such a loving partner. Looking back, Ryan reflected that Josh was every bit of a man he had desired and even more, realizing just then how lucky he was to have Josh in his life.

    “I know I am irresistible, but damn! I must be smokin’ for you to give me that look. It looks as if you’d ravish me just with your gaze.”

    Ryan blinked out of the trance he was in and laughed, at the same time admiring Josh’s physique, as the latter stretched himself, putting on a show.

    “As cocky as ever. One day you’ll burst, you’re so full of yourself.” Ryan joked. “Now get up or we’ll be late for school.”

    “Yeah, it’s my first day after the injury and I wouldn’t want to start on the teacher’s bad side.” He paused and then added with a wink, “Care to join me in the shower?”

    “Horndog.” Ryan laughed, leaving for the showers.


    School had always been a fun thing for Ryan. He enjoyed the time he spent with his friends more than anything. Studies were just an added bonus, but it was the socializing that made school attractive to him.

    When Josh came into his life and added his friends to Ryan’s, it made things much sweeter. There was a quantum leap in Ryan’s cheerful attitude. But during the days of Josh’s injury, the carefree Ryan became a shell of his former self. Now, though, even a blind man could see the glow that radiated from him as he walked with Josh towards their classes.

    The boys were in grade eleven and their classes were towards the far end of the building. As such, it took them a good amount of time to leisurely walk to their destination. They made it just as the bell indicating the start of the first class rang.

    First class, History, which was Ryan’s least favorite. The teacher was a jackass and that was evident from the first sentence that he heard when Ryan entered the classroom, Josh following him.

    “So, I can see that Mr. Henderson has agreed to grace us with his presence,” Mr. Bryce sneered. He never liked the boy. He was too smart for his own good and despite his mischievousness, managed to get good grades; a fact that had the teacher royally pissed. “And fashionably late as usual,” he added as an afterthought.

    Biting back a retort, Ryan let himself in and sat down on his usual seat at the back of the class, glad that the other students had left it empty. Mr. Bryce next noticed Josh enter and turned his attention on the poor boy.

    “Look who decided to wake up?! We thought you’d never join us Mr. Summers.”

    A pointed look towards Ryan effectively shut him off. Josh wanted to deal with this man himself. “Well, I had to wake up; couldn’t take any more nightmares of a certain History teacher,” he jeered at the teacher. “Now if you may allow me, I have a class to attend.”

    With a smirk planted on his face, he promptly joined Ryan and faced the blackboard, cutting out the image of a dumbfounded History teacher who stood in front of it. Mr. Bryce quickly regained his composure and silenced the snickering class.

    The rest of the class went by without any incident, discounting the death glares that Mr. Bryce gave the two boys sitting at the back of his class.

    Next class was English Literature and also Ryan’s favorite. He really enjoyed the class and hoped to become an author someday. Josh also liked this class being an avid debater. Today they were to do Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar. The boys had already read this play a long time back and were actually looking forward to reading it in class.

    Ms. Sanders, the teacher, was a lovely lady. She was one of those teachers that made learning fun. Always cheerful, never reprimanding anyone and always supportive, she was poles apart from the History teacher the class had just endured. Ms. Sanders had a personality that exuded love, caring and understanding; like a mother. It was no wonder that every student liked her.

    Ryan and Josh entered Ms. Sanders’ classroom expecting another reprimand for the former. No teacher was happy with him owing to the long absence from classes. Ryan braced himself for the admonishment that was to follow. Instead, he found himself being pushed aside as Ms. Sanders enveloped a baffled Josh in a hug.

    “Oh honey! You’re back. Thank God you’re fine. How are you feeling? Is everything okay with you? Do you hurt anywhere? How are you…?”

    “Ms. Sanders….Air!” gasped Josh. Once the teacher let him go, he looked around at the few students in embarrassment and shrugged. Looking at a now sheepish Ms. Sanders, he smiled at her, “I’m fine Ms. Sanders. Thank you for asking.”

    Josh gave the sniggering Ryan a shove towards their seats and sat down with a thump. The goofy grin on Ryan’s face forced him into a smile as well. Ryan’s smile was always infectious, and Josh felt himself drawn to those brown eyes each time they lit up with it. Just as he was about to lose himself again, the sound of someone clearing their throat brought him back to reality.

    “Pleeeze! Get a room!” Jessica said to the pair, sitting down in front of them and then turning back.

    “Hey Jess. Wassup?” Josh asked.

    “Nothing much, just got off from Wacky Williams’ class. I tell you, he can make Statistics sound like a freaking soap opera!” Jessica grumbled. Wentworth Williams was Jessica’s Economics teacher.

    “At least you suffered through some drama, Josh and I had to go through Boring Bryce’s class. He started off regarding my absence and then started cussing Josh. But my boy here put him in his place.” Ryan beamed.

    “It wasn’t that big,” said Josh, a little pink in the face. He knew how Jessica felt about speaking back to a teacher, and he was correct when she started berating him about his misdemeanor.

    “Cut it out, Jess. Bryce was mocking Josh’s injury. And you know he deserved it.” Ryan defended.

    Further bickering was cut off with the arrival of Scott, John and Mark. John sat next to Jessica while Scott and Mark took up a seat behind Ryan and Josh. Their group always sat like this, and like a ritual, John pulled Jessica’s hair-ribbon off of her hair. The fight that followed was always cut off by the sound of the teacher announcing the start of the class.

    As expected, Ryan and Josh both enjoyed Julius Caesar. John and Jessica kept up their banter while Scott and Mark played tic-tac-toe during class.

    Yep, life is normal again, thought Ryan.


    Unknown to Ryan and St. Peter, who was keeping a watch over the former via Heaven’s Communication Centre, a mysterious, invisible figure stood outside the classroom, looking in through the window towards the black-haired boy sitting in the second-last seat.

    The figure smirked to himself, satisfied with the information it had gathered and went back to where it had come from.


  5. Disclaimer:

    This story is the property of the author and no part of this story may be reproduced, stored or transmitted in any form by any means without the prior permission of the author or posted elsewhere without written permission . All characters and plot lines are fictiona and any resemblance is strictly coincidental. This story contains references of homosexual nature. If it is illegal for you to read this or you are not interested in this stuff, I recommend you to decide for yourself what you want to do- you're smart enough.

    Author's Notes:

    I'd like to thank my editors, Kitty and Talonrider and my Beta-Reader, Bondwriter for making this story comprehendible.

    Satyamev Jayate

    (Truth Alone Triumphs)

    By: The BeaStKid

    Anju!" Raj Singhania shouted to his wife as he entered his house. "O Anju! Where are you?"

    Entering the drawing room, he plopped down on the sofa, putting his legs on the center table. "ANJU!!" he called out again to his wife.

    Anju Singhania entered the drawing room with a plate in her hand. The plate contained materials used in puja (prayer) - incense sticks, rose petals, water from the holy Ganges, red-coloured powder for tilak and a small piece of laddoo. Her lips were moving in constant prayer, and she was waving her hand above the fumes rising from the sticks, trying to spread the holy fragrance in each and every direction.

    Anju was dressed as a typical Indian woman – a saree covering her petite figure, a mangal sutra1 around her wrinkled neck and a bindi on her forehead. Even though she was touching her mid-forties, she had an air of someone much younger.

    Raj, on the other hand, was anything but young. Unlike Anju, he refused to dye his greying hair. His face was partially covered by a moustache and his nose supported a pair of large spectacles that made his eyes look insanely large. His tall and stocky frame was dressed in a running suit, which indicated that he had just come back from his morning run. He held an envelope in his hands and hid it behind his back as soon as he noticed Anju enter.

    Springing to his feet and with a mischievous lilt to his voice, he asked his wife, "Guess what?"

    Anju gave one look towards her husband and continued with her prayers, moving around the room to spread the fragrance of the incense, with Raj close at her heels. After she had narrowly missed tripping over him for the third time, she let out an exasperated sigh. Rolling her eyes, she asked in a stern voice, "How many times do I have to tell you not to disturb me when I am praying? What is it now?"

    Accustomed to her tirades and still not losing his excitement, Raj held up the envelope he was hiding and asked, "Guess who this is from? The post-man dropped it inside the garden instead of the mailbox yesterday."

    Anju's eyes recognised the scrawling handwriting on the envelope at once, and her eyes darted to and fro from it to Raj's face, looking for confirmation. As if reading her thoughts, he nodded, and with a shrill yell, Anju set the plate on a nearby table and took the envelope in her hands. Her hands trembled as she opened the envelope to reveal a letter. Raj watched his wife in fascination as her eyes moved from left to right, frantically reading the letter. A look of pure elation filled Anju's face as she completed it and gazed into Raj's eyes, only to find the same expression on his face too.

    "He's coming tomorrow?" she asked him, as though still not believing what she had read. "Oh my God, he is coming tomorrow!"

    "Yes, he is. Our son is coming home tomorrow after three years," Raj replied, the happiness evident from each word that came out of his mouth.

    "But … there is so much to do. I have to make his favourite biryani. Rasgullas too. And not to forget his favourite chutney. Couldn't he have informed us earlier?!"

    "Darling, this was sent through the Indian post," Raj said, as though stating the obvious.

    "Why are you standing there doing nothing, Mr Raj Singhania?" she said in a mock stern voice with her hands on her hips. "Go and make sure that his room is ready."

    "All right," he replied, shaking his head while laughing.

    "What time is his train tomorrow?" she asked.

    "11.30 pm," he answered.

    "That's late. Okay. Now hurry up and get working," she said, and then continued in a dreamy tone, "My dear baby! My Ajay. He is finally coming back."

    Raj and Anju worked tirelessly for the entire day, preparing for Ajay's homecoming. The garden was mowed, the house cleaned and Ajay's room made up. Anju had made all his favourite dishes. "Hostel food would have thinned my poor boy. I need to fatten him up," she said.

    The next day too passed in preparations. Soon it was time for Ajay's train to arrive. Anju was going mad with anxiety and kept looking at the wall-clock, counting down the minutes until Ajay's arrival. Precisely at 11 pm, she started pestering Raj to go and receive him at the station. Raj had asked her to stay at home as Ajay would be carrying a lot of luggage and the poor Hyundai Santro wouldn't be able to fit all of them. Anju saw Raj off to the garage and waved to him as he left for the station.

    The town of Pathankot was a small one. Located at the junction of Punjab and Himachal Pradesh, it was the gateway into Jammu and Kashmir from Punjab. The couple lived in Model Town, one of the posh colonies. Raj took a left entering Dhangu Road and drove down for about three kilometres. Taking a left at the lights, he entered the main market area and after crossing it, took another left into the station.

    The train was, surprisingly, on time, and Raj struggled to locate Ajay amidst the crowd that had accumulated as a result of the arrival of the train. A tap on his shoulder from behind made him turn and before he knew it, he was engulfed in a hug. Raj hugged back as he thanked the Almighty for bringing his son to him safely. Breaking the hug, Ajay bent down to touch his father's feet. Raj blessed his son a long and healthy life as he looked into the latter's eyes and radiated his love for him.

    Ajay had turned out a handsome young man and Raj was proud of his son. He was taller than his father, standing at around 6 feet and with a fine body, the result of years spent in sports and the gym. His brownish-black hair was cut short and spiked in the front, the latest trend for teenagers. Even though Ajay was not a teen, having celebrated his 20th birthday a month ago, the hairstyle suited him as it accentuated his light brown eyes.

    "Is mom here?" Ajay asked his dad cautiously.

    "Nope. With great difficulty, I had to persuade her to remain at home," Raj said with a twinkle in his eyes.

    "Thanks. I couldn't deal with her seeing him right now," Ajay stated.

    "But where is my future son-in-law?" Raj turned a full 360, looking for him.

    "He's right there," Ajay said, pointing to a man in a red t-shirt and denim near a bookstand.

    "Rohan, right?" Raj asked Ajay.

    "Yes, Rohan Sharma. ROHAN!!" Ajay hollered out to him.

    Rohan, upon hearing his name, turned towards the duo. Raj could see that the man was handsome and was happy with his son's choice in the looks department. Rohan stood a tad bit shorter than Ajay and had his hair ?a John Abraham. His tight-fitted t-shirt showed off his toned body, just as Ajay's did.

    Raj had known that Ajay was gay even before the latter had. It had not been easy for him to accept the fact that his only child was something that the society disapproved of. But with the help of his neighbour, Ali D'Souza, a psychologist by profession, he had overcome his prejudices and had come to accept his son for who he was. Raj had been forever grateful to Ali for making him see the light of the situation.

    Raj chuckled at the thought of his neighbour. Ali's comical name came from his lineage, his father being a Christian while his mother a staunch Muslim. They had eventually agreed on his name after a fight that lasted two weeks.

    Ajay's nudge in his ribs broke Raj's reverie as he saw Rohan bow to touch his feet. Blessing him a long life, he looked into Rohan's eyes and with mischief evident in his voice said, "So, you are the man who stole my son's heart. About damn time too. I had begun to think that I'd have to start looking for grooms, and you know that is not an easy job here when all the potential grooms are looking for brides. Hmmm, on second thought, that wouldn't have been that difficult."

    "Dad!!" Ajay said with a flush on his cheeks as he playfully punched his father's arm. Taking up a formal tone, he continued, "Dad, I would like you to meet my significant other, Rohan. Rohan, this is my unfortunate Dad who was fortunate enough to have me as his son."

    "C'mon, let's get home before your mother brings the whole town to a standstill. She has called thrice already." The trio made their way towards the exit and left the station after loading the car with the luggage.

    "So, how did the two of you meet?" Raj asked, keeping one eye on the road.

    "Well, considering we went to the same college, attended the same classes and, not to mention, shared the same room, it was pretty hard not to miss this pretty boy," Ajay replied as he broke into a fit of giggles.

    "Does he speak at all?" asked an amused Raj.

    "Oh yeah, he does, he's just shy meeting his father-in-law. Aren't you, Rohan?" Ajay said, turning around to look at his blushing boyfriend.

    "It is not that, sir. It's just that I wanted to give the father and son some time to themselves before I staked my claim on you. Besides, blabbermouth here doesn't give anyone a chance to speak," quipped Rohan as he struggled to keep a straight face.

    Raj burst out laughing. "My oh my, I like this guy already. Just remember to keep your noses clean in front of your mother."

    "Yes, father," the kids said in unison as Raj again dissolved into a fit of laughter.

    They reached the house in record time, owing to the virtually deserted roads at that hour of the night. As soon as Raj put the car into park inside the garage, Anju had Ajay in her arms, clinging to him as if her life depended on it and making it hard for him to breathe.

    "Mom! Air!" Ajay gasped but made no effort to free himself, instead hugging her back.

    Letting go of Ajay, Anju gave him a look over. "Just as I had expected. I need to fill that scrawny figure of yours. Come, I've made all your favourite stuff. You must be starving."

    It was at that moment she noticed Rohan standing near the car. An awkward silence descended over the family as Anju glanced from Ajay to Raj for introductions.

    Ajay cleared his throat. "Um… Mom, this is Rohan. Rohan, my mother. Mom, Rohan was my roommate in college and is also my best friend." Ajay looked apologetically at Rohan as he blatantly lied about their relationship. The latter shrugged it off and bent down to touch Anju's feet. Blessing the boy a long life, she ushered the men inside the house, luggage in tow.

    A lot of catching up was done over dinner as both Ajay and Rohan recalled their days at college. Having finished their meal and after bidding the parents a good night, Ajay took Rohan for a quick tour of the house. The house in which the Singhanias lived was quite spacious and was actually a bungalow. It had a garage, a well-kept lawn (Anju prided over it), and a large patio behind the building. Inside, it had a well-decorated and furnished drawing room, adjoining which, was Raj's study. After the drawing room came the kitchen to the left and the dining room to the right, with a small lobby in the middle. Further down the lobby, the master bedroom fell to the left and Ajay's room to the right. The bungalow was a single-storied structure and the jewel in the older couple's eyes. The tour complete, Rohan and Ajay retired to their respective rooms, the former sleeping in Raj's study, which had a bed as well.

    The next day, Ajay was woken by the heavenly fragrance of aaloo-paranthas (rotis filled with potatoes) being cooked. His mouth watering and stomach rumbling, he made his way to the kitchen and wished his mother a good morning. He bent down to touch his mother's feet and received a blessing in return. But as he tried to take a healthy bite of the butter-full paranthas, he got a red spot on his hands from the red-hot tongs his mother held.

    "Go freshen up first! And see if Rohan is awake or not. Don't you DARE try reaching for those paranthas, mister! Off you go!"

    Chuckling to himself, Ajay made his way to Rohan's room, to find him lying on his side, sound asleep. Ajay kissed the back of his neck and snuggled up behind him, whispering sweet nothings into his ear. Rohan mumbled in his sleep as he sank back into Ajay's embrace.

    "I love waking up like this," Rohan mumbled, still groggy.

    "So do I, but we need to get your lazy a** off of the bed as Mom is ready with a sumptuous breakfast." Ajay kissed the back of Rohan's neck again. "You use the bathroom in this room while I freshen up in mine."

    "Hmm…," Rohan replied.

    "Hurry up or I'll finish all the aaloo-paranthas." That comment got Rohan up in a jiffy.

    After the couple had made themselves presentable and Raj had returned from his morning run, the family sat down for breakfast. The leg pulling continued over the meal and Rohan found himself enjoying immensely being with the family.

    The next few days were a blur for each member of the Singhania clan as well as for Rohan. Ajay showed the town to Rohan and also caught up with his childhood friends. The Singhanias had welcomed Rohan with open arms and Anju had practically adopted him as her second son.

    Life settled down again but the only thing that troubled Ajay was the fact that his mother knew nothing about his relationship with Rohan. That problem too was gotten over with, when one day the issue of Ajay's marriage came up over tea with their neighbour, Ali.

    Ali was an observant man, being a psychologist, and had guessed the truth about Ajay's and Rohan's relationship a long time back. He had tactfully steered the conversation in that direction as he felt that nothing positive would come from keeping Anju in the dark.

    An awkward silence had descended in the drawing room when Anju had asked Ajay if he had a girl in mind. Ajay, his cheeks flushing, could only look between his father and Rohan, searching for a way out of the predicament he found himself in.

    At that moment, Anju had burst out laughing; pointing to Ajay's confused face. "I wish… I wish I had a camera! You silly boy, I'm your mother. Think you ought to have learnt by now that you cannot keep anything from me! But no, you had to go scheming with your father to keep me in the dark. Too bad I'm too smart for the both of you," she had managed to gasp out between fits of laughter. Chuckling at the astonished look on the faces of the men sitting around her, she pointed towards Ajay and Rohan and said, "I know."

    "You knew. And all that while we had to…," stumbled Rohan as everybody, including him, joined Anju in her laughter.

    It had been two weeks since that evening and life couldn't be better for the younger couple, for now they could be themselves inside the Singhanias' home. Rohan wanted them to come out to Ajay's friends too, and the latter had agreed to do it when they went out to dinner with them at Hotel Venice.

    Hotel Venice was a three-star hotel and the only one offering the ambience befitting a hotel in Pathankot. It was located on Dhangu Road and was a ten-minute drive from Model Town.

    Dinner went extremely well, and Ajay received another shock when he came out to his friends, finding out that two of his other friends were a couple too. They all had a hearty laugh at his pathetic gaydar's expense and soon it was back to their usual leg pulling, just like old times.

    Slowly and steadily, the group began to thin as it reached curfew times for the girls and the boys took them home, till only Ajay and Rohan were left. After clearing the bills, they exited the hotel. On his way out, Rohan went to the washroom and asked Ajay to get the car.

    Ajay sauntered over to the deserted parking lot, humming to himself. There was only one other vehicle and it was parked next to his own, in the far end of the lot. Ajay could make out two figures near the cars as he approached them.

    The unmistakable sound of an argument between a man and his girlfriend reached him and as he got within earshot, he heard the girl scream for help. Ajay saw her struggling under the man's grasp and he ran over to help her. With sheer horror, his eyes caught the glimpse of a gun in the man's hand and before he could do anything, a shot rang through the air. Ajay stood frozen in his place, just feet away from the fallen girl, as the man noticed his presence. Panicking, the man ran to his car, put it into reverse and stepped on the gas, the tires screaming their protest. Ajay had broken out of his trance and was running toward the lifeless body of the girl when the reversing car hit him with a force that threw him several feet into the air.

    "AJAY!" Rohan's cry filled the parking lot as he saw his boyfriend's body fall to the ground like a rag-doll, with a resounding thump. He just stood there in shock while the car that hit his love, his life, escaped in front of him.

    Ajay was cremated the following day after the post-mortem confirmed that the impact had killed him on the spot. Rohan's statement was taken and the owner of the car, Mohan Gupta, was arrested with the help of the licence number Rohan had provided. Mohan was a young man, in his early twenties, and the son of the local M.L.A (Member of Legislative Assembly), Madan Gupta.

    Mohan pleaded not guilty in the court, and Madan used his contacts to give the incident an angle of a lover's quarrel between Ajay and the girl, which resulted in the latter's murder and the former committing suicide. Mohan was allowed to walk free since the key witness, Rohan, went missing and did not report to the court on time to testify against him. Rohan's statement in the FIR was altered and the case was announced as closed.

    Raj and Anju were devastated. Not only had their only son been brutally murdered, Rohan was nowhere to be found. Add to that the fact that Ajay's name was tainted with the murder charge on him. Their neighbour, Ali, offered his support as the Singhania house mourned the loss of both its heir and its son-in-law. Ali somehow convinced Raj to fight the case in court. The defence lawyer, Suraj Mahajan, used the lack of evidence to his advantage and tilted the case in his client's favour.

    Meanwhile, Madan Gupta left no stone unturned to make the lives of the Singhania couple a living hell. Their house was attacked and reduced to rubble by street goons, and both Raj and Anju were assaulted repeatedly when they dared to wander out onto the streets.

    All efforts of the politician to break Raj and Anju into withdrawing the case were in vain. The couple fought back with vengeance and hatched a plan.

    Raj stood outside Mohan Gupta's office in Patel Chowk with a determined look on his face. He walked to the door, climbing the small flight of stairs, and was stopped by the security guard.

    "May I help you, sir?" the guard asked him tentatively.

    "I need to see Mohan Gupta," Raj said to him, his voice devoid of any emotion. "Tell him Raj Singhania is here to meet him."

    The guard had heard of Raj and his fight for justice on behalf of his son. It was public knowledge that Ajay's death was not a suicide, but the powerful position the Guptas held kept everybody's mouth shut.

    The guard ushered Raj inside and asked the receptionist to inform Mohan of the unexpected visitor. Raj was called in moments later.

    "Welcome, Mr. Singhania," Mohan said as Raj entered his office.

    Mohan looked every bit the spoilt, rich brat he was. He wore a smug look on his face, convinced of the fact that the man in front of him could do nothing to harm him. He was still a bit unnerved, though, by the look of pure anger and contempt that Raj gave him. Gathering his nerves, he asked, "What would you like to have? Tea, coffee?"

    "Nothing," Raj's icy voice replied.

    "What happened that night has affected me as much it has affected you. I guess fate wanted events to play out that way. I'm really sorry about that episode."

    "That episode you are referring to was my son's death," Raj said through clenched teeth. "How easily you apologize, thinking it will resolve everything."

    "It was an accident. It really was," Mohan stated flatly. "That girl, Shivani, was out to ruin my family's reputation. That b**** got pregnant and was pestering me to marry her. What could I do? Your son saw everything, and yet instead of running away, he chose to help her. What did he want to prove? It was a personal matter between the two of us, and your son had no business interfering. I didn't want to kill him. It was his foolishness that got him killed." Mohan shrugged with the last statement.

    "Look, Mohan, getting you sentenced to death for two murders won't bring my son back. I just want you to acknowledge that he was innocent and did not kill anyone, including himself."

    "I never said he did those things," Mohan replied, relaxing back into his comfortable desk chair.

    "Then tell this to everyone. Acknowledge it in public." Raj had a look of hope in his eyes.

    "You know I can't do that," Mohan said, crushing that hope.

    "All right then," Raj replied as he dug into his pockets and retrieved a pocket-recorder. "This will tell everybody that my son is innocent."

    Mohan's eyes narrowed for a few seconds before he started laughing. "Do you really think that I'll let you walk out of here with that in your hand?" he asked.

    "I don't 'think', Mohan, I know that I will walk out of here unharmed, and you will make sure that I do so." Raj took out a revolver and aimed it at Mohan. "You will sit there quietly while I leave."

    Mohan did just that and more. Unnoticed by Raj, who had turned to leave, his hand slipped to the small alarm he had installed just for these occasions. As the security guard entered, Mohan sprang to his feet, screaming for him to shoot Raj.

    Raj, expecting a bullet to hit him any moment, turned back towards Mohan, aiming his gun straight at the latter's heart. He closed his eyes and a single shot rang through the room. The guard looked in horror as his boss slumped in his chair, lifeless. Raj turned to look at the guard, the surprise on his face quickly turning into first realisation and then resignation. "You can shoot me now, if you want."

    "If I shoot you, sir, with what face would I go back to my family?" the guard said as he hung his head.

    The cassette was played in the court the next day and Ajay was cleared of the murder and suicide charges. No one came forward to testify against Raj; instead, each and every person who was present in the office that day testified that Mohan had been killed as an act of self-defence. Raj's victory against Mohan emboldened others to pursue corruption and embezzlement cases against the politician. Their house in Indira Colony was raided by Income Tax officials and all of their property and assets were frozen. Rohan was found in their house; bound, gagged and badly beaten up. This also joined the long list of felonies against the Guptas, who faced a sure life sentence.

    As As Raj walked out of the court building, Anju beside him, journalists flanked him on either side, throwing out questions. One caught his attention.

    "Mr. Raj, you and your wife were seriously injured, your house destroyed and finally you were accused of murder. At this age and stage, was it worth all this?"

    Hugging his wife and with a voice that spoke volumes, Raj answered the journalist in a single sentence before walking away.

    "My son was worth it."

    This story is dedicated to all those who are denied justice at the hands of the corrupt Indian Judicial System.

    1. A mangal sutra is an Indian symbol of Hindu marriage consisting of a gold ornament strung from a yellow thread, a string of black beads or a gold chain. It is comparable to a western wedding ring, and is worn by a married woman until her husband's death.

  6. Ok, so you read about it that's a good start.

    The next question is has it really been taught or stressed to you?

    In 5th and 6th grade is where it should be taught so it can be appleid for the rest of your life, so how many teachers actaully taught it?

    Ummm... Let me rephrase my prvious post....

    I was taught about BODMAS and BEDMAS in the 5th and 6th grades respectively.

    The Beastkid

  7. I am currious how long ago each one who answered this went to school

    Ummm... I've yet to graduate... I'll do so next year.

    But I read about this (BODMAS) in 5th grade... About the computer thing (BEDMAS), in 6th grade.

  8. A Kiss Will Set You Free

    By: BeaStKid

    Chapter 1: The Curse (Prologue)

    Rutland Isle, 1885

    Richard Hall could be considered one of the luckiest men on this earth. He was blessed with good looks, was the son and heir of the wealthiest man in the island and was engaged to be married to a beautiful woman.

    Richard's engagement with Ruth Williams had created a sensation in Rutland Isle. The island's heart-throbs were about to be married.

    Anyone looking from afar would call Richard's life a perfect one. Young, good-looking, wealthy and with an attractive fiancée. Yes, he should be happy. Anybody in his position would have been content. Anybody except Richard.

    Unfortunately, money can't buy happiness and try as he might, Richard was not satisfied with the way his life was progressing. There was a void. He found himself suffocated with the demands and pressures that come with being affluent. The pretentiousness, the so-called higher status; he found all this to be a product of a highly delusional class of people who lived in a fool's paradise. He did not like the aristocratic nature of his family and detested their arrogance at being rich. He hated it all from the bottom of his heart and hence refused to be a part of this system. The fact that he had given his heart to somebody else certainly did not help his sullen attitude and made worse his situation.

    Richard had fallen in love with his nanny's daughter, Mary, in his teenage years. He carried this torch into his adulthood and his joy knew no bounds when those feelings began to be reciprocated. Little did he know that his jubilation would be short-lived, for when Richard's father got wind of this ongoing affair, he was enraged. The Hall family heir falling in love with a lowly servant's daughter! What an atrocity!

    Hence, much against the wishes of his own son, he arranged for Richard to be married to Ruth, the daughter of his long-time friend and business partner, whose family was equal in stature to the Hall family.

    Richard had no option but to agree as he was being emotionally and psychologically blackmailed, with dire consequences for both him and Mary if he didn't comply with his father's demands. "Do you think I will let you marry that scum?" his father had said. "If you even dare to disobey me, I swear to God, I will have Ruth and her mother wiped out from the face of this planet. Do you understand?!"

    And so here he was, sitting in his room, preparing for the wedding, which was to take place the next day.

    The door to Richard's room sprang open and Mary rushed inside. She had been crying and her sleeves were stained with the residue of her tears. Richard immediately took her in his arms.

    "Richard, you must not let this happen," Mary sobbed.

    "I am helpless, dear," he answered, looking into her eyes.

    "But I thought you loved me! What about all those promises you made? About living and dying together, about loving me for eternity?" she asked.

    "I do love you, Mary. I will always do so. But you must understand, this marriage is not in my hands anymore. Forgive me, my love," Richard said as he kissed her.

    The couple sprang around in surprise as they heard a gasp from the doorway. Richard was mortified to find Ruth standing there, shaking with fury, her hands covering her mouth .

    "You filthy little piece of rubbish! How dare you! How dare you throw away my love, our wedding!" Ruth screamed as her eyes turned a fiery red.

    The world around Richard and Mary began to spin and when it stopped, they were astonished to find themselves in an unused part of Richard's basement.

    "How? What in the name of God ...," Richard began.

    "Richard, what's happening? I am sca ...." Mary was unable to complete her sentence as her body went rigid. Her neck snapping in half, she fell to the ground.

    "NOOO! What have you done?" Richard cried as he ran towards Mary, but was flung back towards the wall by an invisible force, restrained and unable to move.

    "You witch! Let me go," screamed Richard.

    Ruth started laughing, a slow mirthless laughter. "It is useless. No one can hear you." She raised her hands and conjured chains to bind Richard.

    "You have two choices," she continued. "Come back to me or here you shall spend all eternity."

    "Never! I would rather rot in hell than be with the witch who killed my Mary," Richard answered solemnly.

    "Then rot!! Stay stubborn!!" Ruth retorted. "Time will weaken your resolve. Loneliness will bring you to me. Your heart will once again desire me," she said as her voice broke, tears coming to her face.

    Seeing the grim determination on Ruth's face, Richard's courage dissolved and he broke into pleas. "Set me free! Please. I beg you."

    "Oh, you shall have your freedom. I would hate to deny you happiness." She took a deep breath and spoke on. "The kiss of a young man would set you free."

    "What!!" Richard cried. "That is an abomination. I will commit no such sin!"

    "Then you shall stay here for ever."

    Silence reigned supreme for a few minutes as both Richard and Ruth fell into deep thought.

    "Very well. I shall find a young man. A young man will desire me," Richard answered through clenched teeth.

    Ruth walked up to Richard and ran the back of her forefinger across his cheek, feeling the smooth skin.

    "Ah! Such a beautiful face. This is the face I fell in love with. The face that still makes my heart beat faster," she said through tears. Taking another deep breath, she continued in a voice filled with sarcasm, "Forgive me, I forgot how big a narcissist you are."

    She waved her hands and this time conjured a mirror behind her. She stepped aside for Richard to see his own reflection. A gasp escaped his lips as he saw an old man instead of his handsome face, a shabby old man with dirty hair and wrinkled skin.

    "NOOO! What have you done to me?" he asked in the quavering voice of an aged person.

    Still crying but now with a strong conviction, Ruth spoke. "With every dawn, a glimpse of light will shine on your face. The face that has betrayed me. The face that you are so proud of. Every time you look into this mirror, it will remind you of the intense pain you caused me. Goodbye, my love." She looked at the quivering man in front of her for one last time and left him to rot.


    The newspapers the next day reported that the Hall mansion had completely burnt down. The cause of the inferno could not be found, and the entire Hall family was reported to have been inside the mansion at the time of the tragedy.


    Ruth Williams stood outside the mansion's ruins as rescue workers tried in vain to clear the rubble. She heard the chief fireman call out to his crew that there could not have been any survivors.

    Ruth smirked to herself as her eyes found her way towards the area where the basement was located. At that moment, the loud cry of a feeble old man emanated from the vicinity, as Ruth walked away from the rubble.

  9. A man takes his wife to the stock show. They start heading down the alley that had the bulls. They come up to the first bull and his sign stated: "This bull mated 50 times last year." The wife turns to her husband and says, "He mated 50 times in a year, you could learn from him."

    They proceed to the next bull and his sign stated: "This bull mated 65 times last year." The wife turns to her husband and says, "This one mated 65 times last year. That is over 5 times a month. You can learn from this one, also."

    They proceeded to the last bull and his sign said: "This bull mated 365 times last year." The wife's mouth drops open and says, "WOW! He mated 365 times last year. That is ONCE A DAY!!! You could really learn from this one."

    The man turns to his wife and says, "Go up and inquire if it was 365 times with the same cow."

  10. Luke's wife bought a new line of expensive cosmetics guaranteed to make her look years younger. After a lengthy sitting before the mirror applying the "miracle" products she asked, "Darling, honestly what age would you say I am?"

    Looking over her carefully, Luke replied, "Judging from your skin, twenty; your hair, eighteen; and your figure, twenty-five."

    "Oh, you flatterer!" she gushed.

    "Hey, wait a minute!" Luke interrupted. "I haven't added them up yet."

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