Dear Members, Following is a foreward I have written for the first chapter of a novel that I have just published in Amazon (Singularity Non Grata) . Whatever I have written in it is true. Can anybody help me navigate this nightmare I have been goingthrough without an end. My contact number is Seven Nine Nine 493Zero533. In a country like our's when the Police joins hands with religious organisations to wipe out a man, and probably his entre family, it's very hard to survive the oppression. Please read it and put in your kind suggestions. Please.
FOREWARD
Dear Readers, what would you do if you were absolutely certain that you were being slowly and systematically liquidated by a covert wing of the State Police—working in collusion with a nefarious faction of religious fundamentalists? What would you do if you knew, without doubt, that this faction—driven by deep resentment and ideological hatred—was bankrolling the entire operation? What would you do if you found out you were being slowly poisoned under the direct instruction of these forces and every attempt to seek legal and medical help was silently strangled, every lawyer and doctor either warned, bought or influenced, while you were left alone in a vacuum, legal as well as medical?
Then to compound the misery, an unrelenting campaign, a dehumanizing campaigne, is being run, presumably to distroy the credibility and to manufacture an adverse social consent. The society, overzealous, gleefully jumps in to reduce your existence to distorted versions of speculations and gossips pampered out by its creators. Now rejected by society, disowned by family, condemned to sit atop a pile of shame and disgrace that do not match the shortcomings, I am forced to fill in my pages in fear of leaving blank pages to people who are fond of myth making. But to continue filling these pages, I must first stay alive, hence this foreward.
So, kind readers, strange readers, if you can spare me a few minutes from your empty enormous day, which you wouldn’t otherwise have better use to put to, I beg you to read through these fourty odd pages of the first chapter of a novel I am giving shape to. And if you are not much of a literary person and these fourty about pages are too long for you to sit through, here is my appeal, go through this foreward at least, and be generous enough to leave a mark, a comment, a like, to notice the world that you have seen it, read it and taken note of the writer’s concern for his life. Kind readers, if you can do it I might live on to complete this work, or atleast be able to add few more chapters to this work of “PURE FICTION”!.
On the other hand, if it occurs to you that this strange request may be some sort of frivolous play by a fictitious mind, even then be kind enough to stamp a mark of your seeing it, for you lose nothing except few words and a couple minutes with your generous gesture, whereas, on the other hand, If these words indeed is a distress call of the person writing it, then, his person stand to benefit a little more length of life before being gassed out.
Dear readers, the pure sensitivity of the subject I am compelled to put my hands on do not allow me to go any further than this. It involves real life horror that I have been put through by forces that has massive sway over our societies whose form and shape I shall attempt to sculpt out as this novel progress. So be kind enough to go through my work as and when they appear as serialised chapters from now on.
To my family I must say this. Man is an erring animal, his fallibility is humane, and he has all the rights reserved to correct himself and move on from his fall for a man, almost always, is much much more than his shortcomings, and if the world is still stuck in an age of absolute sin not to let a man find his redemtion the fault is with world, not with the man.
Kochi, Kerala 18.04.2025
