Topic: International Awards for Terrorist and Disruptive Activities (IATDA)

Name: Amey Mahant
Place: Indore

Topic: International Awards for Terrorist and Disruptive Activities (IATDA)


“Hello friends, welcome to this first time ever International awards for Terrorist and Disruptive activities. We all have been waiting for these awards since two years. Let me remind you that we have gathered here to celebrate the growth of Terrorism and destruction globally. Myself, Dawood Ibrahim welcome you to this special occasion & hope that all of you enjoy the show from the bottom of your AK-47’s last bullet. We have tried our level best to keep the different terrorist organizations away from each other. But, in case any complexities creep in, I request all of you to co-operate and hold your fire till we sort out the matter. All the awards have been selected collectively by our jury members and public voting. We have put in every effort for the transparency of the selection procedure, any objections, despite of this fact, can be discussed after the completion of the show.

So, my Terrorist brothers and sisters, I initiate the show by 11 rounds firing with the new 50 km Mortar guns, which come from our favorite nation.

Long Live The Terror…………………………..

Doom…………Dhdoom………………Dooooom……………………..” Dawood said and gave the directions for firing.

“Hey Terrorists, we have kept 10 award categories & the person who has planned the particular tack will himself come here and receive the award. In case, the great personality has sacrificed his life for the noble purpose, anyone else related to particular operation can come.” Dawood said and thereon announced the first category of awards.

“First category of awards for IATDA is

Greatest attack on Secularism………..

………….and the award goes to Jarnail Singh Bhindranwale for his communal disturbance in Punjab. As he is not alive, his grandson will receive the award.” Dawood announced.

“Congratulations, Mr. Bhindranwale”. Dawood exclaimed.

“Thank you very much, Bhai, I think my grandfather really deserved this award, thanks.” Mr. Bhindranwale responded.

“Here comes the 2nd category of awards,

Maximum number of people killed in an attack………..



………….as we know, there is no doubt that this award is won by Mr. Osama bin Laden for his unforgettable work”. Dawood reckoned.

“Congrats, Mr. Laden” Dawood said.

“Thanks Chote, I’ll only thank all the people who voted for me.” Bin Laden pleaded.

“May I tell you that this attack took the lives of more than 2500 people” an overjoyed Dawood spoke.

“Hu hu…….Ha, ha……..Long Live the Terror……..” the people shouted.

“Now, ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to announce the 3rd category of awards


Most successful organization in its territory………….

…………….Liberation Tigers of Tamil Eelam (LTTE) is the winner of this award. I call upon Mr. Velupillai Prabhakaran, the founder-chairman of LTTE.

“How does that feel, Mr. Prabhakaran??” Dawood asked

“Well, it’s a great felling when you are rewarded for your sustained efforts. It has been quite a long time for LTTE to come before the media” Prabhakaran answered.

“Thank you Sir” Dawood thanked.

“Friends,” Dawood continued” after these three categories, lets move on to some entertainment. We have top three pop singers, Britney, Jennifer and Shakira who will perform turn by turn. But, before that, let me tell you an interesting thing that all the three were not ready to perform in this event (Everyone hisses). Hey people, don’t become furious because Al-Qaeda guys have threatened them for their life & they are here in front of us for their thrilling performances” Dawood said and left the stage.

The three singers looking charming, as ever, had a fear in the center of their eyes & their beautiful bodies, not looking that fresh and charismatic which they usually look. Still the performances started one-by-one.

After 45 minutes of heart-breaking & terror-world- rocking, sizzling show, the host of the evening retained the stage.

“I would like to call upon Mr. Prabhakaran to announce the next three awards”Dawood said.



Mr. Prabhakaran took over as the host of the evening.

“4th category of awards is

Best attack on the democracy of any nation

……………..and the award is jointly won by Lashkar-e-Taiba and Jaish-e-Mohammed for their superb combined exercise. Mohd. Afzal, who is in solitary confinement, can not come to receive the award. Hence, I call Mrs. Afzal to receive the award” Prabhakaran obliged.

“It’s an honor on the part of my husband and our family to be awarded. My husband (starts weeping slowly); who is presently in Indian jails will definitely cherish this achievement. Thank you everybody, for choosing my husband and I promise you on his behalf that he will be acquitted pretty soon & give another opportunity to be proud of him.” She said in a choked voice.

“5th category of IATDA awards is:

Best Planned Attack

……………and the award goes to attack on World Trade Center.”

“Congrats Mr. Laden, this is your 2nd award for tonight.” Prabhakaran asked.

“Ya, it’s only the love and support of you people that I’m getting.” Laden said.

“Execution is the most important part of any operation. 6th category of IATDA award is based on this fact

Best bombing executed successfully

……………… there was a tough competition for this one, but award winner is Dawood Ibrahim for Mumbai blasts” Prabhakaran said.

“Thanks everyone. This was one of my best jobs ever done. I express my respect to the faith shown by others in me and I’ll definitely come up with some new projects in the future.” Dawood exclaimed.

“Friends, we have marched on to almost half of the event. At this stage of our program, allow me to take an important pause. We will be showing you the video tapes of top five successful missions accomplished. I hope you would enjoy them” Prabhakaran informed and signaled the technical personnel to start the show.



The video show started with the clip of attack on Parliament & ended with WTC-twin tower attacks. After 25 minutes of success-watch, Dawood returned to the historic stage.

“Cruising through our programme structure, its time now to declare the 7th category o awards. IATDA award for

Best Terrorist organization working for Liberation

……………award goes to Palestine Liberation Organization setup by Mr. Yaseer Arafat. As he is not with us, his successor Mr. Mahmoud Abbas is here to receive the award.” Dawood said.

Dawood gave the award to Mr. Abbas.

“I’m very glad to know that the Liberation efforts which we people are working for, have such an importance in the eyes of International Terrorist community. It’s very nice for me to receive this award and it will surely drive our efforts exponentially.” Mr. Abbas thanked everyone.

“Next category of award is the symbol of unity and discipline. IATDA award for

Most successful Terrorist organization

……………..Al-Qaeda, which truly deserves this award, has got many significant achievements.

“This time, Mr. Laden, has sent me to receive the award. I’m grateful of him to assign the post of Commander-in-Chief of such a glorious and respectable organization. Thank you Sir, I owe this award to you.” Ayman-al-Zawhiri said.

“Guys, the award which is now coming has been the most eagerly-waited award

Most respected and popular Terrorist in the World

………………and the award goes to none other than Mr. Osama-bin-Laden for his precious, devoted & dedicated work for the growth of Terrorist community.

“Thank you Dawood. But, I think, you exaggerated my work and extrapolated my efforts in this statement. I’m a sincere terrorist & on my part I’ll try my best to shake this Earth from the innermost layer of the core. The most important thing is continuous and sustained efforts towards our goal. As the saying goes,” We only see obstacles in our path when we remove our eyes from the ultimate objective”. We should always be focused on our aim. I can only make one promise that till I’m alive I’ll not let Terrorism


Fall down to Earth, but surely make this Earth fall down to Terrorism” Laden raised his hands and shouted “Long Live The Terror”.

Audience gave a standing ovation to Laden & clapped with their highest energies. A wave of happiness blew through from the VIP seats to the last seat in the Auditorium.

“Thank you, Sir, your words, as always are like a bouquet of fresh roses wrapped in a beautiful paper, spreading their fragrance to the youth. We cherish your points and will definitely try to follow your path as you are our role model.” Dawood said excitedly.

“Ladies & Terror men, we are moving towards the last award of this evening. But before that may I call upon Mr. Ayman-al-Zawhiri, Commander-in-Chief of Al-Qaeda, to carry on the show forward. He will monitor the telecast of the messages of some eminent personalities from different countries who support us. It also carries the message of the President of our Love-Land. These people could not come here to attend the show.

“Sir, please” Dawood transferred his charge.

“I’m starting a telecast of messages from these 23 personalities which are quite important with the perspective of global terrorism.” Al-Zawhiri started the telecast.

Al-Zawhiri retained the stage after the 35 minutes of the message telecast.

“I’ve got this opportunity to deliver the most important award of tonight. 10th IATDA award for

Most Suffered Democracy…………….goes to…………

“INDIA”.

“Let me call upon Mr. Dawood Ibrahim to receive the award & speak something about his experience” Al-Zawhiri said.

“This is due to God’s grace that I got this award. First of all, I thank him for his care and expect his blessings in the future too. Thirty years, I have been spreading Terror & Destruction in India. It has been a long journey, but as India is a soft state, I ruled first two decades. Last few years have been the struggling time for me. Indian Intelligence Bureaus forced me to flee from India to Dubai, Dubai to Pakistan and many other our-people countries…….”

“But they have not catched you yet??” Al-Zawhiri questioned him.

“Ya, they have not even touched me until now. Taking their lethargic approach to my advantage, I successfully executed the 1993 Mumbai bomb blasts and have been active through direct and indirect incidences. I, too, promise on my part to my beloved

community members that I’ll never let the glory of Terrorism and Disruption fall in India & make you people proud many times.” Dawood promised and took his charge again.

“There is one more important information which I want to give you. The IATDA forum is also gifting every award winner with a sum of 10 million pound & a newly created, fresh from our aviation unit, four-seater, heavily-destructible, non-traceable(on radar), supersonic, fighter aircraft named Udan-e-Jihad. Both of these things are provided to support the particular organization in their upcoming missions.” Dawood informed happily.

“It was really nice to have all of you attend this superbly-crafted show & I wish everyone success & glory in their future prospects………..

Long Live The Terror “

Story:I want to Become an IAS................

Name : Amey Mahant
Place : Indore
Story : I want to become an IAS…………


I was studying with acute concentration in my room(A rare scene which you will only catch when my exams are at my doorstep and I can’t afford to open the door as I’m naked),when Chirag(the only fellow on this earth who is always busy despite of the fact that he does nothing)knocked my door(he actually would have knocked down my door, if it didn’t get swung open),with the same urgency with which any person dying out of some health problem will knock the door of a Doctor.
Entering my room with the same I-am-in-an-urgency kind of attitude, he asked his same favorite question (which is obviously my unfavourite),”So raha tha kya??”
Before I could reply, he looked at my table and started laughing loudly and holding his stomach, fell down on my bed. With those yellow teeth peeking out of his brown lips and unshaven cheeks, he asked something I was expecting,”Padh raha tha??” and continued that laugh which turned into a giggle when I was involved.
Finally one of the most stupid jokes of the universe was over and he came to a much needed halt (At least from my perspective).
“Ya, I was studying” I replied.
“Why are you studying now? It’s not your exam time” Chirag asked surprisingly.
“Ya, but……….”
“No if and but” Chirag interrupted me” we are going to have the dinner at Varun’s place. It’s his Birthday man”.
As it was one of my very old and strong habits of forgetting the Birthdays of my friends (this thing applies only to those friends who are Boys), Chirag came to remind me the special occasion.
With every effort of hiding the reality and speaking with confidence I said,”Ya, ya, I know”.
Chirag’s twinkling eyes gave me the answer.
“Now will you make it fast, at least today (I’m one of the slowest of all the friends when it comes to dressing up for any purpose, according to Chirag, though I don’t think so)”Chirag requested.

Within 25 minutes we were on the way to Varun’s house (My recent Girl friend resides very close to Varun’s house. This is the reason why I regularly visit Varun at his place).
As the party was about to start at 8’o clock and Chirag came at my place at 8’o clock, we were an hour late(As always, we reach promptly according to Indian Standard Time) to reach Varun’s house.
Varun…….with his large built and never ending smile gives a look of a joker in a circus which is not paid anymore. One of the cutest friends which I have and absolutely, heaviest of the lot. He is one of those friends whose Birthday can’t be forgetted but I’m trying Guinness Book for this record.
As we passed by the parking space and reaching in front of the main gate, pressed the Bell button, Seizer (Varun’s pet and my enemy. He is a dog who really deserves to be the dog) started barking as if two thiefs well dressed in Suit and Boot, carrying some boxes looking like gifts will rob their entire house and kill everyone including that stupid dog. I’m damn confident that at this point of time Varun’s Mom would be trying to control that devil and she will definitely find an appropriate arrangement for that I-will-eat-you-up monster.
Finally, Varun opened the door and without even thinking about his bad smelling sweat (at least, Birthday boy deserves this concession), I hugged him tightly & wishing him entered his House.
“Thank you Bhai” Varun said.
Shaking my hands with him, I told” See, I remember your Birthday. You know, I was the one who went at Chirag’s place and reminded him of this auspicious day”.
“You could be correct my brother, but let me tell you that Chirag was the first person to wish me in the night itself”. Varun and Chirag burst out laughing.
Seeking some space for myself I went towards Kaku (This is the Marathi word for Aunty. As Varun is also of Marathi community, I call his mother as Kaku) and took her blessings by touching her feet.
“It’s very bad to forget the Birthdays of good friends, Amey” She pulled my legs.
“Kaku, you too??” I pledged for support.
Varun’s father, whom I call Kaka, came into the hall like an angel and took me out from this darkness of forgetting the Varun’s Birthday,” No problems, Son, It happens sometimes”.

I felt quite relaxed and took the glass of water.
We were waiting for Siddharth (shortly, we call him Sidd), who is another member of I-cannot-reach-on-time community (I am the head, though). After waiting for half an hour I called Sidd for more info about his position (sounds like Army).
“Hello Sidd, where are you??” I shouted on phone.
“I am on my way to Varun’s house” Sidd replied.
The people who know Sidd have the surety at the back of their mind that after this answer Sidd will take 10 min. to leave his own house.
“When are you leaving from your place” I asked firmly.
“In 10 min., but I’ll be there in 15 min.” He answered attentively.
This is another answer which is an indication that he will take minimum 30 minutes.
“Okay, okay, please come here up to 10’o clock. We are waiting” I requested him and smashed the receiver on that black phone kept on the corner of the table. The telephone was about to fall due to my force but somehow I managed to keep it on the table.
“What did he say??”, Chirag asked.
“Same excuse, he’ll take half an hour at least”, I replied with an expression of tiredness.
“Oh, no” Chirag reckoned with same expression which comes on his face normally when he is too hungry. (Seeing that special chocolate cake, anyone can become hungry)
Varun-the Birthday boy, has already gulped in three pieces of those Bengali Sweets which were about to be eaten after party starts (Varun is a kind of friend who can’t control his hunger, doesn’t matter whose Birthday it is).
After waiting for 40 minutes, Sidd entered from that beautiful Sandalwood door of Varun’s house as if nothing has happened. Carrying an I-am-on-time kind of expression, he wished, “Hi Guys”.
(Sidd is one of those friends who are confused a lot about everything in their life. He is the one who hates Seizer, the most and due to his habits of coming late and the like, we in our group call him with another name that’s “Dhila”).


“What happened?? Common Guys, I’m only 80 minutes……..I mean 10 minutes late”. Sidd questioned with confidence”.
“Ya Sidd, we are grateful to have you here”. Chirag fumed.
“C’mon Guys, leave it” Varun controlled.
Varun is a leave-it kind of a Guy & doesn’t like friends fighting for small things.
“Let’s cut the cake, Varun”, Kaku called him.
We all went near the round table at the center of the Drawing room which is Varun’s favorite. This was the first time I had my eyes travelling through my favorite Chocolate cake which was garnished with dry fruits and tri colored pastes reading, “ Happy Birthday Varun”.
“Hey Vary, Make it fast” Sidd said.
Varun took the knife and cut the yummy chocolate cake right in between the two words ‘Happy’ and ‘Birthday’ of the top line. His knife pierced into the cake crossing three layers of paste, several layers of chocolate & many layers of that Celebration-specific bread.
“Happy Birthday to You, Happy Birthday to You, Happy Birthday to Dear Varun, Happy Birthday to You.”We sung in a chorus.
Unaware of the beautiful Song, Varun made the pieces of cake and gave it to Kaka and Kaku.
“Take it , Amey” He gave me a small piece.
We all took some pieces & than Kaku took the delicious cake away from us, as she had to complete the preparations of dinner.
“The cake is really nice, Bro” Chirag grinned.
“Ya, ya, after all it’s the Shreemaya Celebrations Chocolate Cake, Man” I said with excitement.
I was telling them as if I’m the Brand Ambassador of the Celebrations bakery.
“That’s right”, Sidd supported.
Kaku brought the plates & passed on to us. We all started taking our dinner & as the basic property of our group is, started talking.


“How are your studies goin on, Amey??” Varun asked.
This is one of those questions which we people ask only when we are sitting with elders.
“Fine”, I replied plainly.
“What about you, Chirag & Sidd??, I asked curiously.
“Okies-type, you can’t poke into more things at a single time, don’t you?” stylish Sidd replied.
“It’s Good, but I need to increase the study hours”, Chirag answered.
Everyone in the hall nodded sensing the situation that it was not the correct answer. Somehow we controlled our Laughter and the discussion carried on.
As we were really hungry; we ate like some mongorins who have not got food since several days. We finished our dinner in couple of minutes, Varun of course finishing the last.
Finishing the dinner we sat down for some fruitful talks.
“Friends”, I initiated” I have taken the decision to take Civil Services Examination”.
“What does that mean??” Sidd asked.
“I want to become an IAS…………..” I replied
There was a stunning silence in the room.
“What?? You will become IAS” Chirag asked shockingly.
Yes, don’t you think it’s a good career??” I asked.
“Hey Guys, our Amey -the Aalsi (this is the name by which my friends call me, I was not supposed to tell that, but this Varun told everyone, I hate this Rascal) is gonna become IAS”. Varun shouted following that famous laughter which I had known since we became friends.
Everyone in the hall burst out laughing.
“Is this the joke of the day, Buddy?” Sidd asked.
“No, no, it’s the joke of the Century, don’t you think so, Guys” Chirag added.



“Hey Guys, just think, what will happen if he will keep sleeping & don’t reach his office on time.” Varun said.
“And when due to his habit of forgetting things he will forget to go to some important place at the destined time” Sidd added to the conversation.
“When, due to his indiscipline, he will not be able to complete a job on-time & get scolded by his seniors” Chirag said.
“Just imagine the organization and management of that city whose Collector is Amey Mahant” Chirag appended his point.
He’s definitely gonna screw things out for that city” Varun said and the power & speed with which they were laughing increased exponentially.
(Every one of them had a quick tour of my bad habits and during their fun-making process, they didn’t notice the point that I was silent). Listening to their initial responses, I spoke,” Friends, I was expecting some sincere support or suggestions from you people. I’m damn serious about this decision.” I told firmly.
“Hello Bro, we are just joking yaar” Chirag apologized.
“See, first of all, Civil Services is a very difficult job. Why don’t you try for any professional courses like MBA? I am taking CAT. You are good at English and Maths. So why don’t you take MBA as your option. You know very well that MBA is the most preferred option nowadays with youngsters like us.” Chirag put his point, as though he has sensed something about me.
“Hey Bro, I would suggest you, to just give a thinking about GATE, which is my career objective. Being Engineers, we can very easily appear & clear GATE, if we work hard with only our stream subjects and also we don’t need to study anything extra for this objective. Why waste our 2-3 years in Civil Services Exam.” Sidd pleaded.
“First of all, we all are sorry for not taking you seriously,” Varun continued,” In my view, you should leave the dream of becoming an IAS because its not easy to clear Prelims of Civil Services, forget about the Mains. And getting the post of IAS is the most difficult of all. Instead, you should try for GRE as I’m trying for that & you will find it easier, at least than Civil Services. As Chirag said, you have a nice command on English and Maths, so you can easily pick up from the basic level & raise yourself to higher levels.” Varun said.


Instead of supporting me, everyone was trying to impose their thoughts on me. But definitely, I was not a guy shy enough to lose my grip over the matter, so I added briskly,” Friends” I said,” I agree with all of you & I’m faithful of you people for suggesting me the other options which you think would be better for me. But don’t you think there is no other career which will give you the comparable amount of power which IAS provides you. IAS i.e. Indian Administrative Services is one of the top posts of the Administration in the Government sector. Let me tell you that whatever policy we have, is first researched by a group of IAS officers and than is implemented by the Government. Indirectly, you get the power to decide the fate of your country.
One of the most important point is we get the opportunity to serve our nation and clean up the system by being a part of system itself. We, the Indians, have just turned our back towards this element of Society. I’m not saying that I’m one of the most dedicated persons in this country & will turn the things around, but at least we can try on our part to save our nation which is being surrounded by dark clouds of Corruption, Poverty, Mismanagement and many more from all sides. What do you say, Sidd??” I asked him sensing that he was not attentive.
(Sidd was busy with his Cell phone and didn’t hear at once).
“Helloooo, Sidd??” I questioned again.
“Ya, ya, you are right.” Sidd bounced back and answered.
“I think that your idea is quite good” Chirag supported.
But, why do you want to do Civil Services Examination for serving the nation, you can do anything else too”. Varun asked aggressively.
“You are right, Bro, but, IAS gives you the right track, sufficient power and commanding position to execute this objective successfully” I replied confidently.
“Hmmm, Ok, That’s correct”. Varun said.
“But hey, Bhai, please, don’t forget us if you become an IAS” Chirag pleaded.
“What rubbish-like things you are talking about, Chirag” I alleged.





So, you are gonna wander in a white Ambassador car with a red light on top & a plate naming Collector in front, don’t you??” Sidd asked enthusiastically.
“Ya, possibly, but…………………….
“Amey……..Amey…………C’mon Amey……….”
“Ya, ya, Chirag”. I returned to consciousness.
“What are you doing man? What were you doing all this time?? Now don’t tell me, that you were busy thinking about your third Girl friend. I have completed this small comic comprising 35 pages and you are still sitting there. You have wasted almost 15 minutes, Stupid. Don’t you want to come with me at Varun’s place??” Chirag ruffled me.
“Yes, yes, Sure, Buddy” I told hastingly.
“Then keep that Book aside, I’m ready. Go quickly and dress up yourself” Chirag ordered.
“Ya wait for some time” I requested.
I went into my room and changed my outfits & came out rushing.
“C’mon Chirag, its Varun’s Birthday and we’ll be late as it is already 8:30” I rushed.
“Now drive fast, but carefully, we don’t want to get more late now” Chirag said.
“Ya, ya, I’ll try my best” I said and we were on the way to Varun’s house, my mind still thinking about the day dream which I had couple of minutes ago, about becoming an IAS one day,”Oh!! What a beautiful dream that was???”

My Moon Your Moon..........................

Name : Amey Mahant
Place : Indore

Story: My Moon,Your Moon..........................

It was a beautiful morning of 27th April 2035.One of the historical day in history of Earth.Fifteen major economies existing on this earth including India,US,Russia,China,UK,Australia,France,Germany,Japan,South Africa,Pakistan,Italy,Brazil,Sri Lanka and Bangladesh have worked togather,first time ever,to build a spacecraft which will go to Moon and explore the possibilities of life on Moon.This Rocket will comprise of two Astraunauts from every country making a team of thirty Astraunauts.As the Best organization is NASA,so the Project team decided to develop the major portion of the Machine at NASA and some particular parts would be developed in different countries according to their Area of Excellence.Me and my friends were very curious about what's gonna happen???As the launch was about to take place at 10:30AM,I turned on my Television from 9:00AM as I didn't wanted to miss any of those rejuvanating moments.

Every preparation was completed but as it was a Space Exploration Project,a last check was mandatory.Due to this,the launch took place at 10:45AM and by the God's grace and never ending efforts of the personnel involved in the Project,it was successful.That 100M Jumbo,acclerated into the sky leaving behind huge amount of smoke and fire and heat and within few seconds,it went beyond the reach of World's Best Cameras.It was a fascinating experience watching it on TV.The Project was scheduled to be of Eighteen days.In the coming Eighteen days,the Astraunauts will collect samples from the surface of the Moon and look for life in every possible area of Moon.

Eighteen days of curiousity and desperateness came to an end.Finally,the Spacecraft returned succesfully to Earth on 16th May 2035.It was a day filled with Joy,Happiness,Emotions and Success for every person involved in this Project.Late in the evening,NASA released the final Report which informed that they have explored the possiblities of Life on Moon.To everyone's surprise,Report told that any Human being can survive on Moon with the help of some Gadgets.It also noted that they have found an area of about 3600 Km radius which is almost planar,which shows that construction is possible on Moon.They have also discovered reserviours of Water which they missed in previous attempts.Including the other technical and general facts,this astonishing and Earth rocking Report came to an end.

The Report was just enough to cause harassement and trouble on a Global scenario.Hundreds of Construction Companies from different countries approached the Project Forum ,in order to have a contract with them,in case any possibility regarding Infrastructure materialises.Some of the World's Best Scientific Instrument makers were in competition to achieve the requirements posed by the Gadgets,which were necessary for survival of life on the Moon.Surprisingly,many top Billionares and Trillionares of the Earth were in talks with the senior officials of the Project Forum,as they wanted to be one of the first Human Beings to reside on Moon and get their names registered for The Guiness Book of World Records.Many companies who have the business of Packaged drinking water wanted the access to huge reserviours on Moon for increasing the scope of their business from Global to Universal.As Food is always an important requirement,many Restaurant-Chain owners wanted to set up their branches on Moon to provide people with Moon-Healthy diet.Everything was possible if we land safely on Moon.Regarding this requirement,numerous Aircraft makers wanted the guidelines from the Scientists in manufacturing the first-ever Moon Carriers and they also promised a Two-Flight-a-day schedule once they succeed in their attempt.

During the meantime,a debate has already been started regarding the undertaking of the planar region which was surely going to be a profitable engagement.The Forum has gone through some solutions,but none of them was satisfactory.Few countries were demanding the space on Moon with respect to the space or ground area which they possesed on Earth.But the countries like Germany and Sri lanka were not satisfied with this solution.Second solution came in the form of a proposal from some countries that share on Moon should be disributed according to the growth of every country.But the countries like Bangladesh and Brazil turned down the proposal to the last layer of Soil.The Member countries of the Project seeking a solution were shocked as Non-member nations like New Zealand,Afghanistan,Iran,Iraq,Kuwait,Nepal and many others demanded their share on the pie called Moon.The point they stressed was,being a Member of the Earth,they too deserved space on Moon.After a few days of firy meetings and hot discussions the situation trascended from Verbal to Action.Non-member countries threatened the Members of starting a War against them.Members,in response,showed rigidity and firmness on their stand i.e. they have worked for the Project and their is no question of giving a share to Non-members who have not contributed in any sense.This Debate about "My Moon Your Moon" was setting the stage for the Third World War and a turmoil was awaiting our History.The U.N. stepped in to control the situation but faced enormous amount of resistance as it was very difficult to bring the Member and Non-member nations on common grounds.Everytime,U.N. tried a formal discussion or negotiation-related move,the complexity of the situation increased.Meanwhile,a problem was creeping in between the Member nations.As Construction companies,Water-Packaging firms,Scientific-Instrument majors,Restaurant-Chain owners and the interested Eminent personalities of the World increased the pressure,a cold war arose in between the Member nations.The Member Nations indulged in a fight as everyone wanted their country people to lead the aura of Moon Development and Establishment.

Earth was on fire,and the Global Unity and Understanding which we built along the centuries of Mankind was lost somewhere in the Space.As I turned off my TV set,after the evening news and went into the garden of my house,sitting on the chair,looking towards the Moon,I said,"I was not expecting this from You,Friend???".