A knife is a knife, what is so great about being one, I often thought so while I lay silently in the shop that dealt with knives. It was noticed that, the like of me were found in a different sizes meant for different I purposes.

One day I remember when my master a fierce looking man bought me from the shop. Since then my owner would keep me close to his heart, tucked in his pocket or his underclothing.

With this master my life would be full of excitement, and a lot of adventure though, I would only continue to be a weapon of destruction. I would only be infusing hurt, destruction, and killing. This would be life of unhappiness, but at the same time life would also be a cycle of adventure and thrill.

My work would involve the swishing off of my beautiful body in front of simple or crooked people just to frighten them in the first instance, and if they showed any resistance to my master to hurt or even kill them. Oh! What a thrill!

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At times, my excitable master would just pull me out of my invisible location on his body and just frighten the opponent all out of his wits. At such occasions I would have a hearty laugh within myself, as, I would know the intention of my master.

However, when he would take me out to challenge a child or a woman, my heart would miss a beat. This is because I love innocent children and in all women I imagine a mother. At such occasions it would be my wish that, I could speak and try to dissuade the master from frightening them.

For all this I need a voice that I do not have and, even if I had a voice, I would be absolutely choked with the tight grip of my huge and healthy master. Thus being speechless, I could only wish that God would change his mind.

Becoming so adept at frightening people, would give me an immense stock of confidence and a feeling of great importance.

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Even though I may not like my use by the master but I assure you that, my life would never see boredom, it would be full of expectation and thrill.

This frightening people out of their wits would not be my only assignment, this will not be so to say my cup of tea. I would like to be usefully utilized in destroying evil.

Whenever my master would attack bad people I would enjoy myself and feel on top of the world, and say to myself – ‘God bless my master’, and do give him the grit to destroy all that is bad and evil. At such occasions, I would see that work to my optimum efficiency and destroy what is to be destroyed.

However, it would be an evil and unhappy day for me if my master would be hired by sophisticated goons to kill some high ranking official or a parliamentarian, just because he is supposed to be a good man. As I hear these days good men are not liked as, they are an obstruction in the nefarious activities of the bad majority.

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Besides this, it would be a very unlucky date for me if my master would get involved with a gang, planning to kill the Prime Minister or the Home Minister.

Even now it is fresh in my mind how our dear Prime Minister the late Rajiv Gandhi was murdered. Though the modus operandi was different yet the fear of such a dirty plot is always irritating my mind. I only pray that my master never gets involved in such an episode.

Even if this weapon – that is I, were not found practical, the very plotting of the murder would instill fear within my very inside. I always pray to God that he infuses good sense in my master, and he uses me to destroy evil and not to only kill.

Being a knife of a murderer I would be used to cruelty the way and all the time. No killing would really effect but I’d certainly resent being used for the killing of a good man.

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As long as my master used me to keep his life going for petty thefts, for dacoits, it would not hurt me or mi feelings, but to commit a murder which would cast misery, and havoc in the country I would not like to oblige my master and not like to be a party to it all. However, ill would never be my choice.

My master would be the final authority on whom and when he’d use my force. I would have to remain a quiet spectator to all his evil designs. My duty would be to frighten and kill, as per the dictates of my master that I would do sometimes happily and sometimes with resentment, but I’d have to perform whether I like to or not.

Being a weapon of destruction,! Have no other assignment except destroy. It would of course be very-very exciting but, at the same time very hurting to my very soul.