System Crash: Reformation

"The wounded soldier trudged on for miles. He senses that he is near his homeland. But he must be on his toes and not lower his defence. 6 months ago, the neighboring kingdom had unleashed hell upon them. He remembers that there wasn't a day when soldiers dint descend on their little village in the valley like vultures and left wake of death behind them. It was happening all over the country. His father, god bless his soul, died bravely fighting those invaders. The powers that be decided that we too fight back. The blacksmiths and forges went on for days and nights making armor and better weapons for us. The invaders also retaliated with equal ferocity. Towers and castles were built. Walls ran all around the kingdom in a vain effort to repel the attacks. However, those static defenses did not work too well as the invaders brought forth siege weapons.
The soldier looks up to the blue sky. A mute supplication went out from his lips to the Gods to protect him and his country. He had been into hell. Hundreds of infantry, cavalry, siege machines met near the plains to court death. The heavily wounded soldier and his company of pike-men had just laid waste to the enemy castle, and in all that he got severely wounded.
He trudged on, each step felt heavy. His blood and strength flowed out from his open wounds. His eyes brimmed with tears. He recollected the scores of fields and the villagers that toiled on them. Those hunting parties, berry collections, working on the mines as a collective effort for the community..... those recollections urged him on. He must go back and warn his townsfolk. The enemy is not dead. They are coming. He must hurry or he would not be able to save his family.
The soldier spies an old man with a cloak. Terror crept upon his heart. Is that the priest of the enemy? will he get brainwashed at the hands of the clergy? He steeled his heart, whatever may be the outcome he must carry out his task as a soldier of his country and kill this heinous creature. He has seen innocent folks getting brainwashed by them and betray their own. He put his hand on the sword hilt and his motion turned towards the priest. God had decided his fate. He must do it.
The priest turned, the soldier tensed; he has very little time to kill the priest before he gets brainwashed. As the priest turned fully, he recognized the Brother from the monastery. The soldier knelt before the Brother and thanked God for the safe deliverance. Brother spoke: "My Child, fear not. I understand your fear. Look around you." The soldier looked around, scores of archers, infantry, cavalry rose up from the foliage. He trembled, his prayers have been answered. The Monk spoke softly, " Rest now, and Heal." Saying thus, he raised his staff and chanted mantras and prayers. The soldier felt at peace as his wounds disappeared and his body healed.
Rest was easy. The advancing enemy was crushed and decimated.

I leaned back after finishing the game of Age of Empires. I wondered, why aren't there monks like that in real life that heals everyone just by waving his staff around. Had there been such people, the number of sick and dying would have dwindled to null.

System Crash: Error Report # 1

It has been a year of hatred and indifference. Last few years I had been completely indifferent to the world around me. I had been thinking and realised, as I rush through my life and work, that I had been missing few things of what humans consider to be inalienable to their lives. After that sudden death match, and what shall be the term to illustrate that event other than "e-showdown". Actually it was a brutal showdown. Irrespective of the events that followed: I started changing, something which was thought to be impossible for my sake. For the starters, everything became mechanical. Formula based, quotients, theories, data central etc. As my feelings receded, the symptoms became more active. I started calculating, relative to material value, everything.
Then after some harrowing days, I finally settled down with my job. Not very paying, bit of office politics, bit of asses etc, a nice place. Cosy. I actually started cosying up there, when my receding emotions provided me with a waking call. Any actual involvement with any member/organization can have some disastrous kickbacks on my future. I run around on account of my job, meet many people, re interact with older acquaintances, make new friends and learn new things. So i was standing at the bus stop cursing another day spent in waste. I was talking on phone when i noticed a small kid barely 2-3 years may be, in some red coloured something,which probably looked nice once upon a time. The kid was howling for noodles. Tugging at mother's sari, which was worse than the rag used to clean our house. The mother was a beggar, one of the numerous street people rejected by society and fate altogether, The mother tried to console the kid and simultaneously held up her dirt stained hands in supplication for some coins. Another person had also noticed that and gave the woman Rs. 10. She swiped the kid off his feet and hauled it to the nearest noodle maker. I unknowingly had stopped conversing with my client on the phone. Few loud shouts exploded in my ear as the client in his frustration was yelling "hellos" into the phone.
The entire scenario did not match in any of my theories, formulas, logic and reason. I was stupefied. Here is one woman on whom fate and life had spat and barfed upon was taking care of the only property she has left. Her own child. She is taking care of him within her extremely limited means. As i got into the bus, I saw the beggar woman feeding noodles to her kid.... Adoration!!!

My software of life has detected an unknown entity in me: called "emotion". Alert status yellow.

My meeting actually went well that day. In the entire meeting I never mentioned my own difficulties. I actually laid it in front of them as their own headaches and court problems. Soon started the mad rush to provide me whatever is required for them to get out of it. And I used to plead with the others. All such happened without me getting furious or frustrated. I saw my own reflection and was jolted to see myself as calm smiling face. Then things started rolling. My own logic failed at my actions. I found myself placating frayed nerves, bring people together without raising voices. I was content that I do not have to resort to anger. Even though everything seemed to have smoothed, and my own convocation coming up soon, disaster struck as my mom had to be hospitalised. Everything crashed.

System Alert! Conflict of Logic and Malware

Some how i could not bear to see her in hospital with all tubes and vials attached to her body. I have seen such scenes few times in my life. Cadavers do not make me upset. But seeing an alive person who had a near brush with death looked something horrendous. One of my friend looked like he was swallowed by death and shat out.

Then I realised that while i was settling with my life, i had been hearing so much "Friends/associates/acquaintance are those who can make others laugh". While I had been trying to make others laugh, I myself forgot what it is to laugh...... really to laugh, not lols, not smileys.... but free laughter.

and that's how the System broke down...... and hell broke loose.