He could feel stiffness in the neck muscles with him poring at the screen for the last two hours. His hands were typing with a frenzy, his mind was fired up with ideas, he did not wish to be stopped till he finished and had asked his family to go catch up on a popular movie that was showing in the nearby multiplex (he hated going to multiplexes; these were lacking in that old world charm that he had always been a sucker for, thinking of multiplex was something he could not afford. He gently nudged the thought out of his mind and got back to banging on the keys). The moment's reprieve brought on by the thoughts had allowed him to stretch out, try to get the stiffness away.
He was working against a ticking clock with the sword of deadline looming over him. When he had started with the work on the report on the archaeological finds in the Bujang Valley he had no idea that he was going to be fighting tooth and nail for the security of his family. Few more hours and the paper would be in print and he would be able to breathe easy again.
His thoughts wandered to the day he had visited the Bujang Valley Archaeological Museum in order to meet with the Chief Curator, Mr. Omar, the meaning of the word Omar ironically being the highest. Omar was a man well-known in the field of Archaeology for his findings in the Bujang Valley over the last 20 years that he had been there. Omar had been working diligently to unravel the mysteries from the past era when the region was under the rule of rulers who had been influenced by Buddhist-Hinduism ideologies and had been rumored to be rich. He had even had the local universities and colleges have their students sent over to the archaeology sites so that the present generation would become aware of the richness of the land that was.
Raoul had expected a sharp man with a tough demeanor but was taken aback when he met the some-what bumbling Omar who had a pink undertones to the skin showing a proclivity to the pleasures of drink. Omar was an affable man. He recalled the meeting had gone well and it was only when he had been coming back from the meeting that he had over-heard or was it more like eaves-dropped on the conversation that had been going on between two otherwise nondescript people but for the fact that they were in a museum and were showing no interest in any of the artifacts on display. They were gesticulating and pointing towards the figure of 'Standing Buddha'. His attention was caught, his curiosity heightened and he moved stealthily towards them to try and listen in on the conversation. They were so occupied with the argument that his movements were largely unnoticed.
Standing behind the pillar near the display of 'Standing Buddha' he was able to hear them and what he heard had him shocked. He stood rooted to his place long after both of them had left. His mind was in a flurry, he decided to go talk with Omar about what he had overheard but the journalist in him got the better of him. He decided to dig deeper and wait it out a little longer.
..... to be continued Roul - 2
He was working against a ticking clock with the sword of deadline looming over him. When he had started with the work on the report on the archaeological finds in the Bujang Valley he had no idea that he was going to be fighting tooth and nail for the security of his family. Few more hours and the paper would be in print and he would be able to breathe easy again.
His thoughts wandered to the day he had visited the Bujang Valley Archaeological Museum in order to meet with the Chief Curator, Mr. Omar, the meaning of the word Omar ironically being the highest. Omar was a man well-known in the field of Archaeology for his findings in the Bujang Valley over the last 20 years that he had been there. Omar had been working diligently to unravel the mysteries from the past era when the region was under the rule of rulers who had been influenced by Buddhist-Hinduism ideologies and had been rumored to be rich. He had even had the local universities and colleges have their students sent over to the archaeology sites so that the present generation would become aware of the richness of the land that was.
Raoul had expected a sharp man with a tough demeanor but was taken aback when he met the some-what bumbling Omar who had a pink undertones to the skin showing a proclivity to the pleasures of drink. Omar was an affable man. He recalled the meeting had gone well and it was only when he had been coming back from the meeting that he had over-heard or was it more like eaves-dropped on the conversation that had been going on between two otherwise nondescript people but for the fact that they were in a museum and were showing no interest in any of the artifacts on display. They were gesticulating and pointing towards the figure of 'Standing Buddha'. His attention was caught, his curiosity heightened and he moved stealthily towards them to try and listen in on the conversation. They were so occupied with the argument that his movements were largely unnoticed.
Standing behind the pillar near the display of 'Standing Buddha' he was able to hear them and what he heard had him shocked. He stood rooted to his place long after both of them had left. His mind was in a flurry, he decided to go talk with Omar about what he had overheard but the journalist in him got the better of him. He decided to dig deeper and wait it out a little longer.
..... to be continued Roul - 2
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