A historical lesson
11.30.07 (7:02 pm) [edit]I wanted to write a blog about the battles that fascinate me most. I had wanted to do it for a while now. I had always been fascinated by history and that is right from my school days. I always read the pages containing the details of battles and wars from my history books more than often. I had been fascinated by how mighty empires were created by the will of so few men (so often the few simply equalled one) and after centuries of existence were merely uprooted by the senselessness of the descendants of the same mighty men. I would always remember the history of the Maurya dynasty - it had all the romanticism of a modern film. Alexander after his victory in the battle of hydapses river (against Porus) he wanted to invade the whole of India. His troops refused because they heard from their newly conquered lands that the Gangetic plain was ruled by the Nanda dynasty which had 8000 war elephants alone, along with numerous other battle-hardened forces (that Alexander never took a minute to consider this issue merely tells how brave and great he was). But the same Nanda dynasty was ousted by a simple man who came from a family of Peacock hunters (hence the name Maurya) in a series of battles in a few years. The Nanda dynasty was ousted and Chandra Gupta Maurya became the emperor of India, all before he attained the age of 20. His empire was empowered by a series of able rulers but after centuries of dominance, they were run ragged by a group of savages from Europe. I still remember the exact lines from my history text book. It read: "The huns arrived and the once mighty Mauryan empire, fell like a pack of cards before them".
But I said, I wanted to write about battles, didn't I? If at all I wanted to write about battles I would choose to write about Battle of Carnae, Battle of Walaja, Battle of Stalingrad and ofcourse the evergreen Battle of Gulagmega. (If any history buff can identify what's common between all these battles, I would certainly fold my arms and surrender.)
But I said, I wanted to write about battles. I am now writing about them here (knowing the few sparse readers my blog has, I know no one is interested in them anyway) - what I want to write about today is a dame called "Jill". No introductions, no formal descriptions about how she looks and all - it is enough if I say, I haven't seen another beautiful girl in my vicinity in all my life. And I can officially declare that she has a great dressing sense and one killing hair-stylist within her.
Today, Jill had come in a full-blown free-flowing hair style - or atleast thats how I saw her. I didn't recognize her coming opposite me and when I suddenly looked up, she was looking straight, straight past me with those brilliant eyes and if at all she noticed me, she didn't show. I hadn't seen her quite as lovely as today and quite unsurprisingly, it took me more than normal time to realize that staring at a girl like that is not the way to go about for a decent person like me (at the end of the day, everyone has a decent person inside him). I quickly came back to senses and walked past her and allowed myself to convince myself a thousand times that she wouldn't have noticed my stare. I am quite good at it - making myself believe in these things.
After a while, something else happened. The quite useless teammate decided to call upon Jill to discuss something not so important right behind me, letting me work all the time. Needless to say, it took me considerable effort to just put things in perspective and work.
There you go - I hope everyone had a good lesson in history. Cheerio all. We will meet in our next history class...did I say "history" just now??