Numerous wars happened in history and numerous civilizations came and
evolved. While some war may have left a very deep imprint on coming
civilizations, some have been hardly brought under consideration of
even being told or enumerated in the name of battles. I wouldn’t say
here that these wars were best but it was the one of those to be recounted most. East India Company was merely not an infiltration of western troops in south eastern Asian countries or harnessing wealth and power of Indian sub-continent. It was more. It had to be more. I would have most likely appreciated the fact that my identity was still obscure and not revealed but as it happens and as the situation arised, we were left with no choice.

Most importantly the responsibility which has been bestowed to me now by nature left me with no choice. But before divulging in current state of scenario, I would very much like to give full sketch of hidden deep shrunken buried truth skulking among dust waiting to be reaped out and thus driving ignorance.

And to reach core of this, we must seek the core of all. Robert Clive
was born in 1725 in England in Shopsayar. He was always a very
high-spirited boy destined for greatness and when he couldn’t achieve
it then he eradicated that level of greatness itself. He was not much
interested in studies and his father therefore had him appointed at a
post in East India Company. In 1744, he reached Madras. By this time,
Anglo-French conflict was at steep edge. Clive used this situation and
began to assist the army. He brought victory to British troops when he
was involved in first two Carnatic Wars.

The siege of Pondicherry and
Arcot raised his popularity to highest pinnacle. After that due to
illness, he returned to England and then came back to India in 1755 as
governor of Bengal. He also brought peace to the British provinces
while gaining victory in Battle of Plassey and Battle of Buxar. He
finally returned to England in 1767 and was charged of sedition and
corruption. Initially he was acquitted of all charges but he couldn’t bear the strain of defame and attempted suicide. In all these preliminary incidents which paved this situation, there was nothing wrong. Aha! That’s what you all believe.

But it was not so. We too came to know about real reason behind death
of Clive, unwanted war reaping in world etc. very recently. I think that time has come to reveal my identity. I was a young strapping lad with tragic beginning born in 1994. The white government had finally agreed to demand of ANC (African National Congress) and Nelson Mandela was out. While the whole world was celebrating and rejoicing for colour of hues, peace, freedom, justice, liberty and equality had finally blown in South Africa, we were being oppressed the very same day.

ANC didn’t turn out to be what it was. When the whites joined it, then they turn out to be fugitive of ANC. But ANC was not least concerned about us.. the ruling of white government on one hand and revolting blacks for peace and democracy was all that could keep those fugitives not to slain our head and smear it on their canisters. When the revolt finally subsided, then both white settlers and ANC settled down to discuss policies of new political structure of S.Africa.

There was no one left for inter-racial. My mum was of European blonde hair and green eyed origin while my father was of African gene. The whites
began to form a chain and this beautiful parasite began to develop
more and more inside ANC. The world was coming too much in favour of
blacks and to attack them would have been no more than acting like child. So they attacked the most ignored and weakest –inter-racials.

All men who had eloped with women of another race began to get slained
in South-Eastern Africa. I was only saved because I ran away from
there and my green eyed and blonde hair with fair skin bewitched their
minds to let me pass safely and consider as one of them.

At that time, little did I know this all was not just common hatred of
whites against non-whites but carefully planned genocide? While the nation of S.Africa herald new freedom with freeing of Nelson Mandela on 26 April, we lost all and everything that very same day.
Surprisingly this stopped all of sudden. The parasitic group was gone
like it never existed. But I did know that it was there once. After that I moved from one place to another. I began to work at Book Binder’s shop as part time where I got a golden chance to read all books that came and finally graduated from the University of Zurich at young age. Initially I planned to be writer and publish my research papers but when the Secret British Security Council Committee’s head Mr Leonardo Vale came to me, then I couldn’t just back out.

In the recent years he had heard lot about me while I was working as
survey analyst in Sussex. Impressed with my works, he recruited me as
secret agent of SBSCC (Secret British Security Council Committee). From that point, it all started. I had gone with a task force in Paris. Rumours had it that strange was being seen in barn beside old cementry where no one lives. Basically I had gone mostly here due to geological interest. What could be it? What awaits us? We don’t know. But we will know.