“Come on China, come on Pakistan, we’re going to discuss Afghanistan!”

 “Why should we come?” snigger the two countries as they slither away from the National Security Advisor’s meet. The others comprising India, Russia and Russia’s little breakaway states went ahead and had their meet, finally telling the Afghani’s in a soft friendly voice that, ‘they must not be used for terror acts!’

It was like telling a terrorist not to be a terrorist!

Cheap bottle, filled with cheap liquor, sat on a table in a cheap looking bar, looking craftily at a bedraggled man hunched in front. “Cheers!” said the cheap bottle of yellow fire.

 “Hic,” said the man. “Burp, hic, burp, slurp!”

 “Enjoying me huh?” asked the bottle sensuously.

Dad?” asked my elder one, “what’s happened to the friend you used to be quite fond of, the one who was like a brother to you?”

 “We’ve fallen apart!” I said gruffly.

“And you never tried to repair the relationship?” she asked.

“I did,” I said, “but I don’t think he was in any mood to work things out.”

“And you didn’t try harder?”

Many authors have a brilliant idea, start a book and soon realize they are not writing anymore! And like those authors or writers, often we are very excited when given a new task, a new project or assignment; we feel great we have been chosen, we also feel we can do a great job of it, and we start off with a bang.

But often it’s like opening a soda bottle, initially there’s a lot of fizz, and then it’s gone.

Without a war cry or formal declaration, a new civil war rages, and if not arrested immediately will have disastrous consequences and nearly did in the confrontation between Assam and it’s neighboring state of Mizoram, where civilians were not the only casualty, but policemen killed by policemen!

Unheard off, right?