Corporate Battles

This is a truly amazing piece.

As usual..... breathtaking!

I cannot but repeat myself in your case and
say ``Just Keep Writing`` and ``Get an Agent``.

Ras

Thank you all for your compliments, and Shandana, I *love * chilli flavored chips too. Maybe we can sit together and read sometime then. You did mention something about two bags.:-)

Ferozek, your point is well taken. I guess I never really thought of the real aftermath of real battles. I think I was trying to capture the essence of deathly silence. Your response reminded me again why I think war is the greatest evil ever. Thank you.

dear jawahara,

this was a delight to read,it gave me all the pleasure of a favourite book, a comfortable chair and two bags of chilli chips.

shandana

Evocative and simply refreshing! Loved the way you animated the simple ritual of typing words on a computer and infused them with such memorable descriptions.

Just one point to ponder: ``....Silence to dream. Calm silence. Not the dead silence that haunts the aftermath of bloody battles.``

You would have not penned that last sentence if you would have known of an expression called,`` the mournful mutter of the battlefield.`` The aftermath of a battlefield is never silent and sounds of a battle`s aftermath are the haunting cries of the wounded praying for a sip of water, the dying; men asking for help, asking for their mothers, for God`s help to ease the suffering of their pain.

As the Duke of Wellington remarked after the Battle of Waterloo, in 1815, ``there is nothing as awful as a battle lost expect a battle won.``

Win or lose, a battlefield is never a quite place. Sorry for the tangent, but having spend endless afternoons in the company of veterans, I have a different appreciation of a battlefield and the sound I hear is not silence, but the anguish of being still alive, in the company of death.

`` I wonder where they will go once I say good-bye. Perhaps to affiliates around the world, ending their days in an archive somewhere. In the meantime I have other regiments to create, armies to assemble. A never ending cycle. I await Nirvana, to never start the cycle again.``

PRICELESS!