As pawns see it!

I like my armor. It may not be the best looking one around, but it is probably the only thing I like about being me. Well, who am I? I am a petty pawn in the army of the Mighty Blacks, lined up at the far right in the front line of attack. I never really liked the idea of facing the enemy head on. The reason you ask? I am just too brave to be in a place like this. With the fellow pawns and other mighty pieces like the Knight, the Rook and the Queen... I feel just too insignificant to even exist.

And thinking about existence against the Magnificent Whites!! Do I even stand a chance? History has it that every battle fought on this checkered battlefield, the Mighty Blacks have perished, their existence wiped out, each one given a slow agonizing death.

And here I am to be a part of this history repeating itself. The sight of the Magnificent Whites across the battlefield sent an eerie chill down my spine. Did they seem to be in thousands in number? Wasn't this to be a battle among equals?? Or was the destiny already written!

So it began ... with deafening war cries, the army let loose its wrath on each other. Moving forward the fellow pawns quickly made a line of defense and geared up for the onslaught. I couldn’t believe it was happening. I'd probably be still dreaming if I weren’t jostled into reality. Suddenly, I saw the Knight leap over me and into the battle ahead. The Whites had also charged ahead and were too close for comfort. I knew there was no escape.

The gory battle that followed was too horrifying for me. I saw the pawns being wiped out as if they never had a stand. One of them lost in a silly gambit that was not worth at all. With the pawns visibly weak in the battle dominated by the Knights, the Bishops and the Rooks, I was seeing fewer and fewer of them as time went by. It felt like ages and any moment would cease my existence as well.

The Knights, Bishops and Rooks were good at combat but certainly not as impressive as the Queen. I can’t put in words the havoc wreaked when she moved into the field and slayed many of the Magnificent Whites. From where I could see, the Mighty Blacks seemed to surpass the formidable Whites. And then it happened.

With all the judicious strategies of warfare, the Queen allied by the Knight and the Rook, had cornered the Whites and their King had no choice but to succumb to the Mighty Blacks. Victory! There we stood, amidst all the blood and gore, a few survivors of the great battle. I glanced around but saw no one from the Mighty Black’s first line of attack. All fellow pawns had perished. More than half the army erased in a battle, which we eventually won.

I was glad it was over. Rather, more relieved than glad, because I never had to inch a foot forward in this great battle. The fear that gripped and paralyzed me had helped me survive.

My First blog

Guys, this would be my first ever blog on the web.. sometime back i didnt even know what blogging meant, but i guess its a very good medium to get your thoughts across to a community of fellow bloggers, have an exchange of views over the blogs and of course get appreciated for what you may have written.

Few blogs will follow... some time soon.