There comes a time in life when you feel all time low , dejected and find reasons to cry all the time. No? You are lying if you haven’t experienced something such as this feeling of what I call ‘the dead heart’. One might have a good job and a happy family yet find it strangely sad and lonely in the inside. That’s the ‘dead heart stage’ . The heart’s beating but its dead. You can hardly feel anything . And this is the stage where you look up for every little detail of motivation passed into your way. Thanks to my father for he introduced me to that particular person who from head to toe is undeniably #MADEOFGREAT!
“Wash all of the filth away & alter my dead heart
Make me alive again, give me a fresh start
So change my heart please and wash the filth away
Don't leave me drowning here alone and astray…”- Shaykh Zulfiqar Ahmed (DB)
Showing posts with label contest. Show all posts
Showing posts with label contest. Show all posts
Friday, November 20, 2015
Monday, July 7, 2014
A remarkable send-off Full of love, warmth and ghar ka khana..
“Sir please, this is very important , the class test can happen tomorrow or any other, pluhessssssssssssssssseee” we moaned
The test was postponed , boys heartily took off to the canteen grinning and hi fiving each other on getting a line of free periods along with attendance.
The girls were back at work. They gathered in huge numbers from those in 10th and 11th. There were lots of talking, murmuring, discussing going on.
We were planning The most unique send-off for our seniors!
After a lot of tu tu mein mein we jotted down the events that would take place on the send off and those who took responsibilities for that.
1. Entertainment dance show with bollywood hit numbers, Tenth grade boys along with 11th grade girls
2.Play by tenth grade girls
3. Gifts for the teachers (Namitha,Sharon,Ayesha aijaz, Joshna,Mamtha,Jayashree,Sariya,Anees,Omesh,Merina,Kulsum)
4.Gifts for the send off seniors ( 11th grade)
5.Food glassware and serve ware ( Me)
6. Props and cake ( Sohail,Anil,Uzma and Ibn Anwardeen)
7. Food( Homemade food to be cooked by 1th grade girls)
8.Props for games and homemade cake ( Pavithra, Sohni, Friedy)
9.dance number by 11th boys (Song unknown, volunteers unknown) –Doubt
10.Permission to host party at xyz’s house (11th grade and 10th grade girls)
Few of the girls among us were expert chefs and we weren’t worried about the cooking part and I was handed over the responsibility of bringing plates, cutlery serve ware .
We had opted for home cooked food because nothing else could bring more joy on our peers faces than the joy of eating a home cooked meal. After a through discussion on what we would cook for our seniors on the send off we settled upon a sumptuous mughal meal.
When I asked mom if I could borrow her favourite Borosil glassware for the send off party as I wanted the best of everything to be put up on the unique party we were organising, she agreed but reluctantly, because you take extra care of things you love the most ! I happily packed cute, blossom melamine dinner plates, smart lid dishes , casseroles and a celebration platter on which I thought we could place our homemade cake. My mom always made sure the kitchen sparkled with dainty and beautiful serve ware in which the food when served created a total new different ambience for the one who relished !
Finally the big day arrived, the girls who were handed the responsibility of cooking got to work, it was very kind of our headmistress to grant permission to host our party at one of our classmate’s home. The teachers, our seniors and guests were to arrive in the afternoon on the venue.
The test was postponed , boys heartily took off to the canteen grinning and hi fiving each other on getting a line of free periods along with attendance.
The girls were back at work. They gathered in huge numbers from those in 10th and 11th. There were lots of talking, murmuring, discussing going on.
We were planning The most unique send-off for our seniors!
After a lot of tu tu mein mein we jotted down the events that would take place on the send off and those who took responsibilities for that.
1. Entertainment dance show with bollywood hit numbers, Tenth grade boys along with 11th grade girls
2.Play by tenth grade girls
3. Gifts for the teachers (Namitha,Sharon,Ayesha aijaz, Joshna,Mamtha,Jayashree,Sariya,Anees,Omesh,Merina,Kulsum)
4.Gifts for the send off seniors ( 11th grade)
5.Food glassware and serve ware ( Me)
6. Props and cake ( Sohail,Anil,Uzma and Ibn Anwardeen)
7. Food( Homemade food to be cooked by 1th grade girls)
8.Props for games and homemade cake ( Pavithra, Sohni, Friedy)
9.dance number by 11th boys (Song unknown, volunteers unknown) –Doubt
10.Permission to host party at xyz’s house (11th grade and 10th grade girls)
Few of the girls among us were expert chefs and we weren’t worried about the cooking part and I was handed over the responsibility of bringing plates, cutlery serve ware .
We had opted for home cooked food because nothing else could bring more joy on our peers faces than the joy of eating a home cooked meal. After a through discussion on what we would cook for our seniors on the send off we settled upon a sumptuous mughal meal.
When I asked mom if I could borrow her favourite Borosil glassware for the send off party as I wanted the best of everything to be put up on the unique party we were organising, she agreed but reluctantly, because you take extra care of things you love the most ! I happily packed cute, blossom melamine dinner plates, smart lid dishes , casseroles and a celebration platter on which I thought we could place our homemade cake. My mom always made sure the kitchen sparkled with dainty and beautiful serve ware in which the food when served created a total new different ambience for the one who relished !
Finally the big day arrived, the girls who were handed the responsibility of cooking got to work, it was very kind of our headmistress to grant permission to host our party at one of our classmate’s home. The teachers, our seniors and guests were to arrive in the afternoon on the venue.
Friday, July 4, 2014
CarTalk at CarConnect and Coffee…
Its a different feeling when you are seated in your comfy bean bag sipping some hot coffee and doing the most favorite thing you love to do, browsing the internet, but it somehow seemed impossible to talk about cars and share experiences with people around the globe by being seated in one single place. Wasn’t it like those who love cars, either talk about it to uncles, brothers and men at the workplace?( Sharing experiences with your girlfriends would freak the girls out, like why you keep telling me stories of your car experiences?!!WHY OH WHY DRAMA DRAMA WHY WHY )No honestly it was such an impossible task!
But that was only until I logged into carconnect.in ! No more compromising on the coffee !No more compromising on having to update your facebook status with a lengthy drive experience and count on the number of likes to see who had actually read and liked your experience! No more compromising on leaving your home or forcing your talk on those who aren’t interested! Chat and share experiences with other car crazy guys simply by logging into their website!
2 months back , it was summer holidays,the time to let yourself enjoy and not worry atleast for a short period of time. I remember always waiting for the summer vacation to begin as our family along with family friends or relatives would go vacationing together every summer ! We would choose a destination and drive off in our cars and travel like there was no tomorrow !We would have the time of our lives, playing games in the car, tweeting recklessly and not to forget the crazy pictures we clicked !
After we were back we would had trillions of images laughing , joking and crawling on our cars, I always wished I could share the joy and happiness I experienced while travelling with my friends, but years passed by and there was no way to let my friends know how much fun we had other than facebook and blogs ! Neither could I know how much fun my friends had while they vacationed in some other place . But recently I was connected to Carconnect.in by Indiblogger and guess what my happiness knew no bounds ! There was altogether a separate platform where I could share my car experience no matter they were short or long drive experiences !
I love my four wheels parked outside my home and I couldn’t wait to show off my pride to the car frenzy people lurking on the website ! The best part was the website did not not end is awesomeness on the share experiences but had some more fab tabs like compare cars, Car News and new launches from the car heaven all over the world!
It was like “Hey, all car lovers UNITE” ! I Remember penning down my most memorable long drive experience “Around India in 18 days” on my blog and felt distressed when it didn't receive the much aplomb fame I hoped it would get. It reminded me of hindi saying “panda kya jaane anar ka swaad” beauty and fashion lovers wouldn’t be interested in a long drive experience. I was disappointed . But now that I have found a platform where I could talk about my experiences and people would really read them with interest and enjoy!I absolutely love sharing stories about my long drives, short drives and those smart routes I took !
There were times when I wanted to talk about cars and to my sisters & they would yawn on my face *height of cruelty*, and then the very next second they would talking about the new sitcom on Tv. I was always left hanging in the air, the only person I could talk about my love for cars was my lil bro !But his knowledge and insight on the latest cars, gadgets would leave me flabbergasted!If I would talk about Figo , he would talk about some alien car named Porsche Boxter ! Hence , this way too I was left in mid air.
Carconnect.com is a blessing for those who are obsessed with cars !i recall times when my brother was the only one who had a vast knowledge about cars . Anyone among my relative who were up for buying a car would first go to him for advice. Last week I was scrolling on carconnect and I found this the latest launch BMW X5 , It was an amazing car , I fell in love with it instantly , When I happened to show my brother the new car launch,he told , “what big deal , I knew it even before you showed me this” . Ofcourse I was not fooled.
The next day I logged into my carconnect account I had one mutual friend, my not so witty brother was on carconnect ! Boys and their toys I rolled my eyes !
It was later that evening when I got him to confide that he had created an account so he could stay updated with latest car news and he even went on to tell me , he had got a comparison of his two favorite cars mailed.
My experience with Carconnect.in:
Monday, June 30, 2014
James BOND’ing with Baggout.com : A Hypothetical shopping experience.
The Ultimate James Bond Shopping Experience at Baggout.com
About me:
The whole world knows me. I am Bond,James Bond. Designated British Secret Service Agent 007 (articulated as “double-oh-seven”) working for the British Secret Intelligence Service, or MI6, and I am possibly the world's best known spy.I am trained in intelligence and special forces,you could call me a superspy who always uses the latest gadgets, thwarting Soviet agents, and who brings international gangsters to justice, and inevitably who beds a beautiful woman.
Girls, villains and gadgets are a quintessential part of my universe.
I have an image to live by.I am Man with a licence to kill. The world respects me and thinks me of as a hero.I often get to here “ Who doesn’t love Bond?” ! And I can my shoulders bunching up proudly.Other than being a peerless spy, notorious womanizer, and an icon I have secrets, secrets to my success.
You might think it was easy for me to climb up the stairs of fame without hurdles, but it is only I who knows the hardships I have passed on to be where I am today.
I have done things you wouldn’t imagine your Bond would have ever done. One them was suicide. *sexy sigh*
But that was a long time ago, when I was lonely , with no one to bond with, no plan B’s , no one to look after me.I was just a smug, self-satisfied, arrogant bastard who turned suicidal.
About me:The whole world knows me. I am Bond,James Bond. Designated British Secret Service Agent 007 (articulated as “double-oh-seven”) working for the British Secret Intelligence Service, or MI6, and I am possibly the world's best known spy.I am trained in intelligence and special forces,you could call me a superspy who always uses the latest gadgets, thwarting Soviet agents, and who brings international gangsters to justice, and inevitably who beds a beautiful woman.
Girls, villains and gadgets are a quintessential part of my universe.
I have an image to live by.I am Man with a licence to kill. The world respects me and thinks me of as a hero.I often get to here “ Who doesn’t love Bond?” ! And I can my shoulders bunching up proudly.Other than being a peerless spy, notorious womanizer, and an icon I have secrets, secrets to my success.
You might think it was easy for me to climb up the stairs of fame without hurdles, but it is only I who knows the hardships I have passed on to be where I am today.
I have done things you wouldn’t imagine your Bond would have ever done. One them was suicide. *sexy sigh*
But that was a long time ago, when I was lonely , with no one to bond with, no plan B’s , no one to look after me.I was just a smug, self-satisfied, arrogant bastard who turned suicidal.
Wednesday, June 4, 2014
Biography of my hair :TRESemme split remedy Shampoo (Product review)
Hello World !
Obsessed with long hair? Read on to know the secret weapon to get scissor free solution to split ends…Also a short biography on my hair and how I overcame the scissor phobia !
Long hair is considered a symbol of beauty in India and don’t we all admire long beautiful dark tresses, but that one hitch which most of us face while trying to grow our hair long is split ends. It causes breakage, makes hair ends look ugly and unhealthy, and to get rid of split ends, we end up making rounds to the salon, getting our hair cut, compromising on the length and cry at the results. (The sad ending )
Long hair need extra care, are difficult to manage as they tangle way too easily, you have to keep applying henna and make sure you feed them time to time to keep their shine, smoothness and length intact But hey fret not to solve this problem,my favourite hair care brand TRESemme recently launched split end remedy hair products.They have turned my long tresses smooth,shiny and healthy all the way till the ends!
So this is how it began, the history of my long beautiful hair being terrorized by the monstrous sharp teethed scissors!
Obsessed with long hair? Read on to know the secret weapon to get scissor free solution to split ends…Also a short biography on my hair and how I overcame the scissor phobia !
Long hair is considered a symbol of beauty in India and don’t we all admire long beautiful dark tresses, but that one hitch which most of us face while trying to grow our hair long is split ends. It causes breakage, makes hair ends look ugly and unhealthy, and to get rid of split ends, we end up making rounds to the salon, getting our hair cut, compromising on the length and cry at the results. (The sad ending )
Long hair need extra care, are difficult to manage as they tangle way too easily, you have to keep applying henna and make sure you feed them time to time to keep their shine, smoothness and length intact But hey fret not to solve this problem,my favourite hair care brand TRESemme recently launched split end remedy hair products.They have turned my long tresses smooth,shiny and healthy all the way till the ends!So this is how it began, the history of my long beautiful hair being terrorized by the monstrous sharp teethed scissors!
Sunday, January 12, 2014
My Superpower ? My multitasking recharged hair!
Don’t you love it when you are back from a stressful day at work , and while you are trying to relax with a cup of coffee ,and you hear the sound of rain ?
You look outside your window and squeal in delight ! Watching those silky droplets fall over the ground, inhaling the magical smell of earth when it hits the ground…aaah…and then you can’t help yourself but have this uncontrollable urge to get out and get soaked in the showers.
Get out and dance in the sweet rains..
Get out and let the rains wash away all the stress..
Or just grab your partners arm and make your way out , to enjoy a romantic dance in the rains?
Rains! So much love ! Getting wet , singing and dancing in it. Love.
I have experienced wet frizzy hair, getting damaged after I have danced to my fill in the rains, I started worrying about my hair getting damaged and the uncertainty lead to “No getting wet ever” *sad face*
Hence if ever given a chance to recharge my hair, the coolest coldest reason would be because “I JUST LOVE TO GET WET IN RAINS” :D
I don’t want to worry about carrying an umbrella when going out in rainy seasons, I want to experience the pure joy of getting soaked in a very surprising visit of my favorite friend ‘rain’. Want to sing, dance and go crazy when it there is a downpour !
---I have always loved swimming and its one of my favorite hobbies! Long working weekdays makes me restless !!!
Swimming causes my hair to dry out , and within a few days they start getting frizzy and unmanageable x(
I want to be able to indulge in my hobby ..
Want to be able to let my hair loose and feel like a mermaid..
I want my hair recharged , I want to go swimming without worrying about the after effects , want to feel alive and not be afraid or fear of going bald after a good swim :P
--Ever had the urge to sound like you don’t care without sounding you don’t care?
There are moments in my life where I wish I could choke slam or slap or strangle people and tell them I JUST DON”T CARE’ on their face !
Okay so here it is, I want to recharge my hair so I can slap such people on their face with my hair without even trying ! My recharged hair would be my savior, my weapon, my shining knight ! :P
( Pro tip: Recharged healthy hair will make the slap a harsher one *wink*)
Getting to actually hit your enemy by flipping your hair harshly on his face while turning swiftly ? All thanks to recharged hair I get to take sweet revenge harshly ! Aha! Cool enough ?
Also I can play with my hair if I am bored, and recharged hair can come in handy when your phone battery dies in the middle of nowhere!
---Its just WOW when somebody gives you the tag ‘fashionable multi-tasker woman!’
Juggling between household chores , work ,parties, weddings and shopping! Phew !
Its damn tough to keep up to the tag though ! Can’t help but look messy at the end of the day !
Want recharged hair so I could tie up a high pony and walk confidently at my workplace and come back home and get dolled up for a friend’s b’day party or a neighbor’s wedding !Want to be able to wear cute and lovely accessories on my hair, want to jewel my crowning glory without worrying about them falling off due to the stress I am giving them within a period of 20 hours!
Recharge my hair for it will help me work fearlessly under the hot scorching sun without worrying about the damage !Go to a wedding with a messy hair bun and want get complimented and feel good !
Want recharged hair, so I can flip them and walk confidently ! Its just not the heels but my hair tucked in a high ponytail all day at work boost my confidence and make me work harder ! Recharged hair thus affect my success in nearing my set target !
--Want recharged hair so I can stop making excuses while I am invited to a tea party or a girl’s shopping day out or for a beach chilled out party!Want to leave my hair open and not worry about damaged frizzled hair when I return back after a having fun with friends and family!
Recharged hair = Happy hair = Happy me !
Happiness is being able to pull off any hairstyle without damaging my hair !
Happiness is getting to look like diva even after a day’s shit load of work!
Happiness is not having to say a ‘yes’ to go on a date after returning from a swim!
Happiness is not having to wear a hat or never having a bad hair day!
Thanks to Sunsilk's New Natural Recharge Shampoo , my recharged hair makes me so confident , I can feel the tiara on my head always!
This post is a part of Sunsilk’s ‘recharge your hair, recharge your life’ contest on Indiblogger!
Monday, December 23, 2013
Mischief , Marvels , Mutual bonding & Me !
They say that your enemy's enemy is your friend, but in my case my enemy's enemy turned out to be my BFF :D !
Friends since our both besties ditched us in our 5th grade ,the lonely and hurt love company right?
Together we nursed high school homework nightmares (Love you Namitha!) and heartbreaks and when life kept us apart, we promised to keep in touch. Further as life progressed, our lives filled up with favorite classes and bullying examinations, with so-so boyfriends and new friends, and we would go weeks without talking.But when we talk after months, our sweet memories flood up like warm spring flowers ...
Present….
It was a sunny day out , I had a lot of work on my hands, We were getting our house renovated.
Stacks of books and loads of stuff lay on the sofa.
I was all set to dust and pack the important stuff , to avoid getting them soaked in paint.
Wearing a cotton kurta and jeans , I started of with the cleaning.
It would take 3-4 hours to clear up the mess and pack everything in newspapers.
I was halfway through cleaning a few old books when I found myself smiling.
I had got my hands on my slam book I bought in 9th grade.Along with it was a diary I used to write when I was in school.A hobby I had left behind far away.
Pink in color , a little tattered at the ends, I clutched as if it were a very precious thing of mine, well it was!
After dusting it I started turning the pages. I observed my handwriting was straight and tiny ..
The content written was far more amusing..and then I couldn’t help myself. I started to laugh
As I turned pages memories of the past began to flicker in my mind in the form of images..
Aaaah what fun we had, being grounded , caught for our mischief, some I remembered I never wrote in this diary for the fear of being read by one of my siblings…
Few mischievous things which would be embarrassing once found out by someone other than my bestie…
Thursday, November 21, 2013
Healthy child. Healthy nation.
“ It is easier to build strong children than to repair broken men.”Our children , our future, our vision.
Children are the most precious treasure of a Nation.Not only our nation, but children are the future of every nation across the world. There are the generation who can go ahead in future make this world a better place to live.Hence it is very important we,the neighborhood ,parents and schools must lay a strong and immune foundation for these kids.
They can learn,they can make others learn. Innocent and fragile they are the ones filled with enthusiasm of doing something for the country. If brought up in a healthy environment , and strong immune system they can do absolute wonders !
All parents want the best for their children and hope to help them develop good social and life skills. However, kids don't come with a set of directions. Effective parenting skills are learned, not inherited. Never has there been a greater need for parent education.
Health issues:
Among children today, obesity is causing a broad range of health problems that previously weren’t seen until adulthood. If current trends continue, today’s kids could be the first generation to live shorter lives than their parents. Parents are the most important essential decision makers when it comes to the nutrition, physical activity and health needs of their children. As a parent, you want the very best for your child. Every parent does.
1.Fast food made friendly:
We all love fast food , don’t we? But they come with a lot of risks ! We cannot risk our children getting obese and unhealthy so why not try friendlier form of fast foods. Grilled food and whole wheat burgers. Or vegetable topping sandwiches with Dabur chyanwanprash bread spread and healthy jams!
2.Physical activity is fun!
Make cleaning, washing and vacuuming fun, let the kids join you !
3. Be the change !
If you wish for your kids to grow healthy and strong then lay a good example to them by living up for it . You should take the first step. They are surely to follow your footsteps. :)
4. Limit Screen-Time !
Excessive watching of TV lead to a sedentary lifestyle and excessive snacking, which increase risks for obesity and cardiovascular diseases.
5. Let them look into a positive mirror.
Build your child’s self value. It would not be hard to praise when he/she does something good. A child appreciated is the child who feels loved and feels valuable.
6. Rewarding your child boosts his immunity !
For kids rewards serve as effective motivators that encourages them to behave a certain way or perform to a specific level. Kid’s don’t like to hear what they can’t do, tell them what they can do instead. Keep it fun and positive.
7.Child’s Self confidence plays a vital role in his health progress.
Support your child’s efforts towards achieving healthy habits..You could praise her for every positive step forward. When you praise your kid for trying a new vegetable they may be more likely to give your next new healthy food a fair chance.
Everyone likes to be praised for a job well done. Celebrate successes and help children develop a good self-image.
8.Make way for Healthier cooking.
You can trade fattening ingredients for more healthier substitutes. Reduce the use of oil and butter in baked goods, and use olive oil instead of vegetable oil. Olive oil has a lower content of unhealthy fats, is more natural, and even provides some health benefits.
Indians tend to use more ghee while cooking food, it only leads to health problems.Spicier food for kids must also be avoided. I feel Green vegetables instead of fattening snacks like bajji and pakodas must be considered by Indian moms.
9. Do not smoke ever!
“Children are great imitators. So give them something great to imitate”
Say no* to smoking !
10.Healthy snacking :
Healthy snacks = Healthier kids.
Instead of soda or juice, put a habit of water or fat-free milk for your child.
Avoid buying chips or heavy calorie chocolates and desserts for your kids as snacks.
Instead of cookies or cake,,encourage your kids to eat a sugar free ice pop or unsweetened, fat-free yogurt for a light snack.
Happiest kids are the healthiest kids!
Kids are happy when they have good parenting bond, when they are given attention, when they are praised , when they left to play outdoors, and lastly when they have healthy body and sane mind.
It is our duty to foster inner confidence, success and happiness among kids.It is only then when our kids will grow strong and immune and fight any physical or mental disability.
 |
| Image source |
Hailing from a village my mom has a million traditional methods of making a body stronger.
MOM ON MISSION
Indian mom’s or mothers for the fact are the ones who lay a strong foundation for building a strong and healthy upbringing and body of a child.
Mothers are no doubt the greatest hope for our children!
I thank my mother for what I am today. A few ways she brought the bigger change was by the fact we all can connect too.
“Hello mom.. I was about to call…”
“Had your food beta? , when will you be back, I cooked your favorite dish with minimum oil the way you like, and don’t even think of eating outside!”
yeah that’s how my mom starts a conversation ALWAYS. Did you have lunch, dinner wha wha wha ! <I LOVE HER DAMN I LOVE HER> Don’t we all love are moms?
So yes it sums up that one of the most important factors other than the ten secrets I penned down above is a mom, who worries for her child’s health and does her best in the given situation to bring up her child in a happy,safe , healthy environment *GRAND SALUTE* to all the mom’s out there!
One of the missions by my mom included forcing raw organic milk down our throats until we were begging we would behave and she would stop with the torture.<Ahh mom’s > *squishy hug*Can you believe she still makes salads which are drool worthy . For example this . Tell me who would say no to Such a salad !
Things my mom did to contribute in making her children healthy and happy which once followed by our children would lead to an immune India.
- My mom used to lecture us about the beneficial bacteria the raw milk contained until it registered in our brains that raw milk would our immune system and reduced allergies.
- I grew up drinking tulsi and green tea, which I think should be the only tea our kids to be allowed to drink!They build immunity to a great level.
- I have been using Dabur Chyawanprash for like 7 years now.My mom always made a note to see a bottle of Chyawanprash was empty within a week. We were four siblings altogether so yeah she was always successful at that . ^_^
- I think I remember her telling coconut oil and coconut would give us energy to beat evil and villains Hahaha. What she had meant to say was it would strengthen our immunity system.She used to make delicious smoothies and barfis with coconut oil *yummy* > THAT! Yummy and delicious food that would build immunity is what our kids need.
- My mommy dearest would buy us those huge colored water bottles to take to school. She instilled the habit of drinking huge amounts of water (MOMS ! They know every lil bit thing, take care of every single thing) LOVE ! )She used to say water is our friend *sweet mom is sweet*
- Being a south Indian are breakfast consisted of idlis and dosas , fermented food also help in building immunity of a child’s body. But my mom is a genius <all moms> she used to feed us idlis when we were just 1 year old . *SMH*
Immunity building begins at home, so our parents made sure no one was allowed to smoke or consume tobacco at my home <My granny is an exception:P) , we avoided trips to polluted cities and preferred trip to our village on summer vacations.
Processed food and foods with artificial colours and flavors was avoided at my home. My mom would never starve us, so silly no mom would ever starve her children. Nor would she control over eating from our part <skip the festivals ;) > . My dad always kept negatives at bay ensuring we were happy and content in whatever we did. He made sure his and mom’s infinite love kept us happy, content and healthy to the maximum .
This post is for Immune India contest held by Dabur India on Indiblogger .
Monday, September 30, 2013
A stranger in a strange world …
“ Behind destruction and war is the hand of a human….”
Man has become a slave of technology. It is inevitable that future society will be fully dominated by scientific technology. There is so much harm in man becoming the slave . The freedom , the creativity, the hardwork of a man is not retained when the power subsides to machines.
They have become slaves of technology. Every minute 4,00,000,0000,00000,00000000 million cell phones and 9,00,000,0000,0000 robots are sold throughout the world.
The world once green and happy which glowed with happiness seemed a long long time ago.
But now every house has a robot. For example last week my nephew asked a robot for his birthday and he was surprised to find 6 of them as his birthday presents.
From getting robots to massage their backs to cutting their nails man was slowly drowning in techsea.
Granny clearly dislikes machines.
The society would tag her as old fashioned and I would call this society bleddy slaves.
I have instilled all values from my grandmother. I completed my bachelor’s degree in artificial intelligence at Harvard University & a masters from Massachusetts Institute of Technology and soon I was selected for a post at the quarters of NASA.
My life circled around my granny and work.
It was our duty to maintain the balance between technology and nature. It took me 2 years to realise corruption had touched a full new height. Most of the NASA consultants and scientist s were mere puppets of multimillionaire's s who destroyed flora and fauna to create MNC”s for making billion’s of machines and more qualified robots. They destroyed forests to build malls and companies and Robohomes.
I resigned from my job . I started writing columns for a Epaper.
And within no time I had the attention of a half a billion people residing in the continent.
I was called as “the Fierce peacock” as I was an Indian.
My works in the Epaper were against the use of robots and how distrustful they were.
The land is slowly loosing its texture, the forests are on the verge of getting deforested. It will soon be barren but they say technology can overcome these natural problems caused by man. No one cares.. People are busy being heroes of their western lives, those who cared have no help of funds.
The beauty is still there. Soon it will be extinct. Man is selfish. Very selfish.
People have very little faith in God, those who live with faith ..live with fear . the courageous are oppressed. This realisation happened 6 month’s back when I made paintings depicting the merciless act by money hungry wood merchants who ruthlessly cut several trees in south-east forests. All my paintings were sealed and the matter was handled by top officials. I was payed a huge amount of money to not display my paintings again. So basically I had sold my soul for a large sum of money.
She herself told stories how my great great ancestors had laid their lives for protecting forests in THe chipkoo movement. I laughed at the memory it was near to impossible for someone do such a thing for trees now. Ofcourse my Grandma was an exception.
She is the vibrant kind always full of stories of mysterious creatures.When I was not out screaming my lungs out playing the role of an activist I was home cuddled up on my laptop writing endless columns and the rest of the time I spent it with my granny. At nights we both used to cook dinner together and later go on the terrace to gaze at the cloudy sky. It was a marvel if you could spot a star or two in the skies. The pollution was another problem.
“Ever wonder what‟s out there?” granny asked pointing at something tiny which one could assume to be a star.
“Sure. I think everyone does,” I answered.
“Do you think people reeeeeeally want to know?” Granny asked with a smile playing on her lips“I don’t know, but don’t we have enough probs to worry about what goes on outer space” I answered vaguely
“You know you talk about problems like you are the most troubled person on Earth “She exclaimed
I sighed inwardly knowing exactly where this convo was going to.
“can we talk about something else”
“sure. You should stop planning your own murder, what on Earth do you think you are doing writing against the employees of NASA”
“Something else “ I muttered
The night ended by a long lecture followed by emotional blackmail of me not loving her much and hence putting my life in danger.
If Granny had a problem with my past few writeups , she would be surprised by the remnants of the few writeups I decided to publish in the next few weeks.
I had done a lot of research and worked day and night to unleash the bad going on behind the screens of the Tech And Science institute's.
I concentrated mainly on spreading awareness how Robots would be the destruction of mankind and the how we should avoid making further advances in artificial intelligence. People have lately been behaving like ignorants who are completely ignoring the fact that they are depending on machines and artificial Intelligence so much that they have made robots who would surpass the man and end up having more power than humans.Human welfare is slowly edging towards danger.
My articles were the most read articles on the net. It was clear that people had started to think about it but like always there were Villains.
The Epaper I used to write was banned , whatever happened to freedom of speech in such an advanced era. People who used to support made excuses and those few who really did care were oppressed and bashed.
It was the most hard time for us activists.
2 weeks after the shattering incident I drove past my garden to my garage which was a bare open waste land and parked my vintage Storm explorer. I din’t move out of the car. My head was hot and ready to explode. I couldn’t understand why I cared for people who did not care for themselves.
I removed my seat belt and closed my eyes in exhaustion. The past 2 weeks events had caused something, I was losing my courage. the girl with big dreams of making this place a better place to live was actually going insane I thought grudgingly.
This was it, it was time to give up.I sagged back on my seat happy I had come to a conclusion and within seconds I was asleep in my comforting warm car,sheer exhaustion claiming me in spurts.
A faint sound buzzed in my ears and I woke with a start, something stark white was glowing in the distant skies.I gazed at it for a few seconds. It was dark out. slowly becoming bigger by every second. The star seemed to be glowing more than it could. Or was it a meteor , whatever it was I had to hurry as it was moving towards where my car was parked.
Before I could start the engine the overwhelming glow of the mysterious white light engulfed me and I shut my eyes to cover from the light. My ears hurt from the noise the white object did when it hit the Earth.
My first thought was to run past my garden and straight into my home but curiosity got the better of me and I got down from my car to get a closer look to what appeared a huge boulder half out in the open and half burried deep in the Earth’s core.
There was thick smoke and faint smell of metallic sheets everywhere
My eyes could not take the cruel black smoke and I shut my eyes and when I opened them I just knew my life held so much more than the thing called failure.
They spoke animatedly to each other. One had feathers on his backs and the other was a handsome dark man in his twenties. Next to them stood a the most beautiful Robot I had ever laid my eyes on.
The robot dreamily looked around his surroundings , so happy as if he had found his long lost mother.
The ones’ s who had conversed in foreign language started walking in my direction and I thought I stopped breathing for a minute. It was when one of them spoke in english I left the breath I was holding.
“You must be Najm, pleasure to meet you”
Oh wow he knows my name. Pleasure to meet me? You guys just survived a meteor . Shouldn’t you be hurt.Why is he so handsome. Damn! what the hell is wrong with me? I am 21 , not a teenager for God 'sake !
Finally when I gathered my wits I spoke.
“Look I don’t know how you know my name. I don’t talk to stranger handsome , no way ! You damaged my property, but that’s okay I am not going to charge you more than the damage you have caused and the robot of yours can do the rest of cleaning”
They looked at each other clearly amused . Wow what a fool I have made of myself.
“We are here for a very important reason, please ma’am if you could give us an hour to explain things , we will tell you the reason for our visit” “
“And about the damage we are sorry, Techtoh will take care of it” said the handsome one.
“Umm, so you are here for me, well you I mean both of you could come over to my home its near by “.. I managed to say.
Whatelse do you do when two strangely mysterious men come out a boulder and acknowledge you by your name ! Gah !
The beautiful Robot smiled at the two men . Did he just SMILE I gaped at the robot in astonishment.
The Robot was unlike any Robot I had met. He was made up of clear silver sparkling white steel with and mind you not a single flaw . Flawless and Fabulous . I just complimented a Robot.Thank Goodness it was in my mind.
And when I had finished with my scrutinizing the Techtoh I colored crimson seeing both the men were looking at me as if I had gone crazy or was that the look of admire. LOL . Clearly the past two weeks have made me mad I guessed.
“Nice car there” said the dreamy Robot and I gave a small smile and asked the two men to follow me !.
WOW ! Am I smitten by a Robot or is it the whiskey eyed man !MAD MAD MAD I am turning MAd..
They walked into the foyer. Granny was already asleep when I got home with the strange men.
When we were seated comfortably in my hall. The Handsome man introduced himself .
“I am Kasthey and that is Harris “ “ We come here with a purpose “he said intently
And he removed what seemed to be a scroll of blank paper and rolled it off on the table. And signalled me to come forward and have a look at it.
There were millions of Robotic heads in a crowd and on a high platform above them was a very familiar curly haired woman in a Storm explorer car.
Realisation dawned upon me.
“This in the car is Me , right?”
The next few words were a blow on my face.
“yes, it is undoubtedly you Miss Najm. “ a deadly silence followed
“Please explain. What do you guys want from me. This is freaking me out” I said with the little courage left in my body
The two men looked at each other , Harris nodded his head and Kasthey started talking…
“We are from a star Zelith . A replica of Earth.There is life and resources. Humans and Robots. The difference is it is ruled by Robots.
We humanoids are slaves.Are ancestors were fools who created intelligent, conniving robots who could think for themselves and now they have taken over the world. This drawing by the astronomist Robot of ours is our only hope.We have no idea who you were until he gave us your name. It would be a huge favor if you accompany us to our land and do anything to save us humans from getting totally ruined.
We promise you, you will come to no harm and once the problem has died we will get you back here in no time”
I stared at them blankly,this had to be some joke by those wealthy bastards who had stopped my column and poured petrol over my dreams .
“If this is some kind of scheme, I am calling the cops” I said matter of factly.
“Najm, please see the drawing, its I who drew it” said a sweet voice from the doorway
I turned around to see Techtoh seeing me with new hope.
“You may think I am crazy and all that but yes I thought about this and would like to pay a visit to your sates” I said
The two men smiled relieved.
“We shouldn’t waste time Ma’am , please pack few clothes and take your car keys”
“Why my car?” the question was out of my mouth before I could stop it.
“Its easier if a man is armed with a machine, a moving machine even better” said Harris.
Clearly not understanding I simply nodded in agreement.
The moment I got inside the boulder I forgot everything. It was so damn beautiful ! There were an array of room designed brilliantly , camera’s attached to the doors everywhere. A garden full of artificial robotic beauties. Flowers and plants clearly talking to each other and murmuring things eyeing me.
The walk into the strange world had begun….
After what seemed like a journey of 5 hours the boulder like shaped Spaceship started to land.
The insides of my body grew hot with excitement. My two hosts had taken full care to not let me get bored and had kept me entertained with their war stories.It had increased my curiosity and I couldn’t wait to step in a world I had predicted in my columns .
Finally when I stepped out , the land was covered by steely substance. There were high poles gleaming with color. It was beautiful but yet so fake.
I followed the trio to a 100 floor building which was deserted, the staircase lead into a huge deserted hall full of hairy creatures.Other than that There were four legged humans who were handsome till the waist with long sparkling beards . Very few Robots exactly the same like Techtoh could be spotted among the crowd.
Upon seeing me the creatures stepped back , like I could do harm to them.The handsome four legged craetures looked at me with awe and respect, I felt a connection to them instantly.The hairy among Them were so fragile , if it weren’t their tails one could sum up them in the human category.
“Why you bring her, we can do on our own sir” said one hairy creature with a lazy expression.
Kasthey ignored him . “This is Miss Najm “The woman from the vision” he announced
The crowd broke into murmurs. A rather handsome face propped in front of me and extended hi led for a handshake.
“Finally! Its wonderful to see you in person, you have been the talk of the town lately” He smiled enthusiastically
If it weren’t for the murmurs I was sure the crowd could here my thunderous rate of heartbeat. I could not get to raise my feet or extent my arm. Was I scared. God ! I was.
The creature sensing my discomfort , sighed and took his arm back.
“How you know she be trusteeeeed?” asked another fragile hairy creature
“She is are only hope. And she is back from a long journey and would like to take some rest now, the meeting will prevail at sharp 8 am tomorrow on Mbps sec lands “
I thanked kasthey on my way to my room. It was an empty room. At least with all the gadgets and robonoid type gadgets didn't provide any comfort and I felt lonely.
I tossed and turned until I was fed up and went downstairs to get some water, only to find the fridge empty.
“You are thirsty?” said a bold voice
“I ..I was just”
“I am sorry to have startled you, my name is Sainx” the handsome four legged creature smiled at me
“No , its okay Its just that this place is new to me and I miss home”
“Would you like to explore our world?”
“At this hour of night?I am not sure that’s a good idea”
“This place never sleeps, the machines are always awake, “
“Umm. ok”
“I see you have a moving machine with you, would you mind if we drove in it?”
“Oh my car. Not at all”
I was surprised he had accompanied me in my car instead he had galloped off in the dark asking me to follow him in my car. Thankfully my car was accustomed to moving smoothly even on rough planes, rocks and when land was full of sharp objects.
Spainx stopped before a huge monument type building with long steely curtains. The gate was guarded by two men
When I inside the building I felt fear creeping up my neck, this was definetly the last place I wanted to be . There was plain boring lighting everywhere in orange which gave the forlorn walls with digipaintings a cruel some look.
He signaled me to take a closer look at the paintings.
There were digipaitings by robots who had clearly scripted how they were more advanced than humans and had every bit of more power than them.
There were bizarre paintings were humans bent on their knees seemed to take orders from the Robots.
One painting where a human being handed to a mass of robots caught my attention.
The next painting had thousands of Robots with super new guns running towards millions of humans . It was as if a war was taking place.
And then there was writing in ancient syllables.
‘”What’s all this?” I asked motioning at the digipaintings
This is your destiny”
“Mine?, Iam an outlander!”
Yes. You are bought here as a prisoner, The human race have been with war with the intellect robonoids for more than a century and when the war ended it was humans who had lost. By humans I mean us. We came to an agreement with the Robots to hand over the visionary woman to them and the humans remaining after the war would not be harmed but would serve as slaves to the Robot race.”
The unknown feeling of fear and betrayal took over me “ Why are you telling me this?”
“ I am a human and a brave one. save our race Najm , please”
There was a sudden shriek and a hairy creature shouted “YOu traitor, you tell her !!!!””TRAITOR “ TRAITOR” he ran to out of the building shouting curses at Spainx.
“You have no time, drive past the guards and into the 53 KBPS street , there is an ancient wall shaped in a huma form , exaclty when the sun rises in the morning the barrier will open and you can get past the wall “ “
I could hear thunderous footsteps, my feet and my mind had left sensing .the footsteps grew louder.
“GO, Go , GO NOW!” Spainx shouted.
“What will happen to you?” I asked worriedly
“Don’t think, just go!”
I jerked back to reality , I have to be brave, I can’t run away now. I must find a way,. My mind started to race. I took the back door. all the walls seemed to reflect my images on them. The doors started to lock .
I am trapped. So far and I can’t lose.I reached my car and jumped into it and started the engine , surprisingly the door opened for my car. Wow they really do care for machines I thought.
My car my savior I thought jokingly. joke in such a situation , crazy me.
Following the instructions given by Spainx I reached the street and I couldn’t wait to get off this strange planet where people where hypocrites , people who knew nothing about love and peace. People who staying among machines had become just like them.Empty and Emotionless.
So this would be what my lovely Earth would become. I was “the visionary woman” they said. that meant the Robots saw me as a threat for their kind.
I was destined to put this to an end. I closed my eyes wishing it to be morning soon.
The street was empty with electrical wires and clean steel tiles. There was no flora or fauna in sight. The humans had completely destroyed themselves.
The Dawning…The Dream….
At exactly the wall turned transparent .
I drove my Storm explorer through the mirror like wall. It led me to a high plain. I kept on driving until I reached a dead end. It was clear I had reached my planet. There were trees everywhere.
What a narrow escape I had I thought to myself.
I got down from my Storm and stared at the blue skies. It was me who had to stop the humans from trusting the robot race and me and only me who had the power to put an end to a revolution.
There was a reason why I chosen to go to Zelith. I walked forwards towards the edge of the cliff, and when I looked below I saw thousands of Robots looking up at me…
I was at the Robot dump zone. All spare and unwanted robots were dumped here.
I looked at the Robots who were looking in my direction with an emotion I didn't know.
I felt bold and courageous once again.Destiny. Now I believe.
“I will create a new beginning for our people and heal our planet ."
I had an aim. a goal. A clear vision of what I had to do.I managed a smile, too overwhelmed by my emotions to speak.I had it in me!
It was then I realized the Visionary was true , here I am the stranger who is back from a strange land .Chosen to save the world..
I stood there in silence hovering over the tech bots.They were in exile.
I looked upon the Robots now talking in animated codes. Yes I will save you too. From hate.And war
the tale of exploring, bravery and survival had just begun….
This post is part of Indiblogger's 'I am an Explorer' Contest by www.tatasafari.com
Connect with Tata Safari on Facebook here.
Man has become a slave of technology. It is inevitable that future society will be fully dominated by scientific technology. There is so much harm in man becoming the slave . The freedom , the creativity, the hardwork of a man is not retained when the power subsides to machines.
They have become slaves of technology. Every minute 4,00,000,0000,00000,00000000 million cell phones and 9,00,000,0000,0000 robots are sold throughout the world.
The world once green and happy which glowed with happiness seemed a long long time ago.
But now every house has a robot. For example last week my nephew asked a robot for his birthday and he was surprised to find 6 of them as his birthday presents.
From getting robots to massage their backs to cutting their nails man was slowly drowning in techsea.
Granny clearly dislikes machines.
The society would tag her as old fashioned and I would call this society bleddy slaves.
I have instilled all values from my grandmother. I completed my bachelor’s degree in artificial intelligence at Harvard University & a masters from Massachusetts Institute of Technology and soon I was selected for a post at the quarters of NASA.
My life circled around my granny and work.
It was our duty to maintain the balance between technology and nature. It took me 2 years to realise corruption had touched a full new height. Most of the NASA consultants and scientist s were mere puppets of multimillionaire's s who destroyed flora and fauna to create MNC”s for making billion’s of machines and more qualified robots. They destroyed forests to build malls and companies and Robohomes.
I resigned from my job . I started writing columns for a Epaper.
And within no time I had the attention of a half a billion people residing in the continent.
I was called as “the Fierce peacock” as I was an Indian.
My works in the Epaper were against the use of robots and how distrustful they were.
The land is slowly loosing its texture, the forests are on the verge of getting deforested. It will soon be barren but they say technology can overcome these natural problems caused by man. No one cares.. People are busy being heroes of their western lives, those who cared have no help of funds.
The beauty is still there. Soon it will be extinct. Man is selfish. Very selfish.
People have very little faith in God, those who live with faith ..live with fear . the courageous are oppressed. This realisation happened 6 month’s back when I made paintings depicting the merciless act by money hungry wood merchants who ruthlessly cut several trees in south-east forests. All my paintings were sealed and the matter was handled by top officials. I was payed a huge amount of money to not display my paintings again. So basically I had sold my soul for a large sum of money.
She herself told stories how my great great ancestors had laid their lives for protecting forests in THe chipkoo movement. I laughed at the memory it was near to impossible for someone do such a thing for trees now. Ofcourse my Grandma was an exception.
She is the vibrant kind always full of stories of mysterious creatures.When I was not out screaming my lungs out playing the role of an activist I was home cuddled up on my laptop writing endless columns and the rest of the time I spent it with my granny. At nights we both used to cook dinner together and later go on the terrace to gaze at the cloudy sky. It was a marvel if you could spot a star or two in the skies. The pollution was another problem.
“Ever wonder what‟s out there?” granny asked pointing at something tiny which one could assume to be a star.
“Sure. I think everyone does,” I answered.
“Do you think people reeeeeeally want to know?” Granny asked with a smile playing on her lips“I don’t know, but don’t we have enough probs to worry about what goes on outer space” I answered vaguely
“You know you talk about problems like you are the most troubled person on Earth “She exclaimed
I sighed inwardly knowing exactly where this convo was going to.
“can we talk about something else”
“sure. You should stop planning your own murder, what on Earth do you think you are doing writing against the employees of NASA”
“Something else “ I muttered
The night ended by a long lecture followed by emotional blackmail of me not loving her much and hence putting my life in danger.
If Granny had a problem with my past few writeups , she would be surprised by the remnants of the few writeups I decided to publish in the next few weeks.
I had done a lot of research and worked day and night to unleash the bad going on behind the screens of the Tech And Science institute's.
I concentrated mainly on spreading awareness how Robots would be the destruction of mankind and the how we should avoid making further advances in artificial intelligence. People have lately been behaving like ignorants who are completely ignoring the fact that they are depending on machines and artificial Intelligence so much that they have made robots who would surpass the man and end up having more power than humans.Human welfare is slowly edging towards danger.
My articles were the most read articles on the net. It was clear that people had started to think about it but like always there were Villains.
The Epaper I used to write was banned , whatever happened to freedom of speech in such an advanced era. People who used to support made excuses and those few who really did care were oppressed and bashed.
It was the most hard time for us activists.
2 weeks after the shattering incident I drove past my garden to my garage which was a bare open waste land and parked my vintage Storm explorer. I din’t move out of the car. My head was hot and ready to explode. I couldn’t understand why I cared for people who did not care for themselves.
I removed my seat belt and closed my eyes in exhaustion. The past 2 weeks events had caused something, I was losing my courage. the girl with big dreams of making this place a better place to live was actually going insane I thought grudgingly.
This was it, it was time to give up.I sagged back on my seat happy I had come to a conclusion and within seconds I was asleep in my comforting warm car,sheer exhaustion claiming me in spurts.
A faint sound buzzed in my ears and I woke with a start, something stark white was glowing in the distant skies.I gazed at it for a few seconds. It was dark out. slowly becoming bigger by every second. The star seemed to be glowing more than it could. Or was it a meteor , whatever it was I had to hurry as it was moving towards where my car was parked.
Before I could start the engine the overwhelming glow of the mysterious white light engulfed me and I shut my eyes to cover from the light. My ears hurt from the noise the white object did when it hit the Earth.
My first thought was to run past my garden and straight into my home but curiosity got the better of me and I got down from my car to get a closer look to what appeared a huge boulder half out in the open and half burried deep in the Earth’s core.
There was thick smoke and faint smell of metallic sheets everywhere
My eyes could not take the cruel black smoke and I shut my eyes and when I opened them I just knew my life held so much more than the thing called failure.
They spoke animatedly to each other. One had feathers on his backs and the other was a handsome dark man in his twenties. Next to them stood a the most beautiful Robot I had ever laid my eyes on.
The robot dreamily looked around his surroundings , so happy as if he had found his long lost mother.
The ones’ s who had conversed in foreign language started walking in my direction and I thought I stopped breathing for a minute. It was when one of them spoke in english I left the breath I was holding.
“You must be Najm, pleasure to meet you”
Oh wow he knows my name. Pleasure to meet me? You guys just survived a meteor . Shouldn’t you be hurt.Why is he so handsome. Damn! what the hell is wrong with me? I am 21 , not a teenager for God 'sake !
Finally when I gathered my wits I spoke.
“Look I don’t know how you know my name. I don’t talk to stranger handsome , no way ! You damaged my property, but that’s okay I am not going to charge you more than the damage you have caused and the robot of yours can do the rest of cleaning”
They looked at each other clearly amused . Wow what a fool I have made of myself.
“We are here for a very important reason, please ma’am if you could give us an hour to explain things , we will tell you the reason for our visit” “
“And about the damage we are sorry, Techtoh will take care of it” said the handsome one.
“Umm, so you are here for me, well you I mean both of you could come over to my home its near by “.. I managed to say.
Whatelse do you do when two strangely mysterious men come out a boulder and acknowledge you by your name ! Gah !
The beautiful Robot smiled at the two men . Did he just SMILE I gaped at the robot in astonishment.
The Robot was unlike any Robot I had met. He was made up of clear silver sparkling white steel with and mind you not a single flaw . Flawless and Fabulous . I just complimented a Robot.Thank Goodness it was in my mind.
And when I had finished with my scrutinizing the Techtoh I colored crimson seeing both the men were looking at me as if I had gone crazy or was that the look of admire. LOL . Clearly the past two weeks have made me mad I guessed.
“Nice car there” said the dreamy Robot and I gave a small smile and asked the two men to follow me !.
WOW ! Am I smitten by a Robot or is it the whiskey eyed man !MAD MAD MAD I am turning MAd..
They walked into the foyer. Granny was already asleep when I got home with the strange men.
When we were seated comfortably in my hall. The Handsome man introduced himself .
“I am Kasthey and that is Harris “ “ We come here with a purpose “he said intently
And he removed what seemed to be a scroll of blank paper and rolled it off on the table. And signalled me to come forward and have a look at it.
There were millions of Robotic heads in a crowd and on a high platform above them was a very familiar curly haired woman in a Storm explorer car.
Realisation dawned upon me.
“This in the car is Me , right?”
The next few words were a blow on my face.
“yes, it is undoubtedly you Miss Najm. “ a deadly silence followed
“Please explain. What do you guys want from me. This is freaking me out” I said with the little courage left in my body
The two men looked at each other , Harris nodded his head and Kasthey started talking…
“We are from a star Zelith . A replica of Earth.There is life and resources. Humans and Robots. The difference is it is ruled by Robots.
We humanoids are slaves.Are ancestors were fools who created intelligent, conniving robots who could think for themselves and now they have taken over the world. This drawing by the astronomist Robot of ours is our only hope.We have no idea who you were until he gave us your name. It would be a huge favor if you accompany us to our land and do anything to save us humans from getting totally ruined.
We promise you, you will come to no harm and once the problem has died we will get you back here in no time”
I stared at them blankly,this had to be some joke by those wealthy bastards who had stopped my column and poured petrol over my dreams .
“If this is some kind of scheme, I am calling the cops” I said matter of factly.
“Najm, please see the drawing, its I who drew it” said a sweet voice from the doorway
I turned around to see Techtoh seeing me with new hope.
“You may think I am crazy and all that but yes I thought about this and would like to pay a visit to your sates” I said
The two men smiled relieved.
“We shouldn’t waste time Ma’am , please pack few clothes and take your car keys”
“Why my car?” the question was out of my mouth before I could stop it.
“Its easier if a man is armed with a machine, a moving machine even better” said Harris.
Clearly not understanding I simply nodded in agreement.
The moment I got inside the boulder I forgot everything. It was so damn beautiful ! There were an array of room designed brilliantly , camera’s attached to the doors everywhere. A garden full of artificial robotic beauties. Flowers and plants clearly talking to each other and murmuring things eyeing me.
The walk into the strange world had begun….
After what seemed like a journey of 5 hours the boulder like shaped Spaceship started to land.
The insides of my body grew hot with excitement. My two hosts had taken full care to not let me get bored and had kept me entertained with their war stories.It had increased my curiosity and I couldn’t wait to step in a world I had predicted in my columns .
Finally when I stepped out , the land was covered by steely substance. There were high poles gleaming with color. It was beautiful but yet so fake.
I followed the trio to a 100 floor building which was deserted, the staircase lead into a huge deserted hall full of hairy creatures.Other than that There were four legged humans who were handsome till the waist with long sparkling beards . Very few Robots exactly the same like Techtoh could be spotted among the crowd.
Upon seeing me the creatures stepped back , like I could do harm to them.The handsome four legged craetures looked at me with awe and respect, I felt a connection to them instantly.The hairy among Them were so fragile , if it weren’t their tails one could sum up them in the human category.
“Why you bring her, we can do on our own sir” said one hairy creature with a lazy expression.
Kasthey ignored him . “This is Miss Najm “The woman from the vision” he announced
The crowd broke into murmurs. A rather handsome face propped in front of me and extended hi led for a handshake.
“Finally! Its wonderful to see you in person, you have been the talk of the town lately” He smiled enthusiastically
If it weren’t for the murmurs I was sure the crowd could here my thunderous rate of heartbeat. I could not get to raise my feet or extent my arm. Was I scared. God ! I was.
The creature sensing my discomfort , sighed and took his arm back.
“How you know she be trusteeeeed?” asked another fragile hairy creature
“She is are only hope. And she is back from a long journey and would like to take some rest now, the meeting will prevail at sharp 8 am tomorrow on Mbps sec lands “
I thanked kasthey on my way to my room. It was an empty room. At least with all the gadgets and robonoid type gadgets didn't provide any comfort and I felt lonely.
I tossed and turned until I was fed up and went downstairs to get some water, only to find the fridge empty.
“You are thirsty?” said a bold voice
“I ..I was just”
“I am sorry to have startled you, my name is Sainx” the handsome four legged creature smiled at me
“No , its okay Its just that this place is new to me and I miss home”
“Would you like to explore our world?”
“At this hour of night?I am not sure that’s a good idea”
“This place never sleeps, the machines are always awake, “
“Umm. ok”
“I see you have a moving machine with you, would you mind if we drove in it?”
“Oh my car. Not at all”
I was surprised he had accompanied me in my car instead he had galloped off in the dark asking me to follow him in my car. Thankfully my car was accustomed to moving smoothly even on rough planes, rocks and when land was full of sharp objects.
Spainx stopped before a huge monument type building with long steely curtains. The gate was guarded by two men
When I inside the building I felt fear creeping up my neck, this was definetly the last place I wanted to be . There was plain boring lighting everywhere in orange which gave the forlorn walls with digipaintings a cruel some look.
He signaled me to take a closer look at the paintings.
There were digipaitings by robots who had clearly scripted how they were more advanced than humans and had every bit of more power than them.
There were bizarre paintings were humans bent on their knees seemed to take orders from the Robots.
One painting where a human being handed to a mass of robots caught my attention.
The next painting had thousands of Robots with super new guns running towards millions of humans . It was as if a war was taking place.
And then there was writing in ancient syllables.
‘”What’s all this?” I asked motioning at the digipaintings
This is your destiny”
“Mine?, Iam an outlander!”
Yes. You are bought here as a prisoner, The human race have been with war with the intellect robonoids for more than a century and when the war ended it was humans who had lost. By humans I mean us. We came to an agreement with the Robots to hand over the visionary woman to them and the humans remaining after the war would not be harmed but would serve as slaves to the Robot race.”
The unknown feeling of fear and betrayal took over me “ Why are you telling me this?”
“ I am a human and a brave one. save our race Najm , please”
There was a sudden shriek and a hairy creature shouted “YOu traitor, you tell her !!!!””TRAITOR “ TRAITOR” he ran to out of the building shouting curses at Spainx.
“You have no time, drive past the guards and into the 53 KBPS street , there is an ancient wall shaped in a huma form , exaclty when the sun rises in the morning the barrier will open and you can get past the wall “ “
I could hear thunderous footsteps, my feet and my mind had left sensing .the footsteps grew louder.
“GO, Go , GO NOW!” Spainx shouted.
“What will happen to you?” I asked worriedly
“Don’t think, just go!”
I jerked back to reality , I have to be brave, I can’t run away now. I must find a way,. My mind started to race. I took the back door. all the walls seemed to reflect my images on them. The doors started to lock .
I am trapped. So far and I can’t lose.I reached my car and jumped into it and started the engine , surprisingly the door opened for my car. Wow they really do care for machines I thought.
My car my savior I thought jokingly. joke in such a situation , crazy me.
Following the instructions given by Spainx I reached the street and I couldn’t wait to get off this strange planet where people where hypocrites , people who knew nothing about love and peace. People who staying among machines had become just like them.Empty and Emotionless.
So this would be what my lovely Earth would become. I was “the visionary woman” they said. that meant the Robots saw me as a threat for their kind.
I was destined to put this to an end. I closed my eyes wishing it to be morning soon.
The street was empty with electrical wires and clean steel tiles. There was no flora or fauna in sight. The humans had completely destroyed themselves.
The Dawning…The Dream….
At exactly the wall turned transparent .
I drove my Storm explorer through the mirror like wall. It led me to a high plain. I kept on driving until I reached a dead end. It was clear I had reached my planet. There were trees everywhere.
What a narrow escape I had I thought to myself.
I got down from my Storm and stared at the blue skies. It was me who had to stop the humans from trusting the robot race and me and only me who had the power to put an end to a revolution.
There was a reason why I chosen to go to Zelith. I walked forwards towards the edge of the cliff, and when I looked below I saw thousands of Robots looking up at me…
I was at the Robot dump zone. All spare and unwanted robots were dumped here.
I looked at the Robots who were looking in my direction with an emotion I didn't know.
I felt bold and courageous once again.Destiny. Now I believe.
“I will create a new beginning for our people and heal our planet ."
I had an aim. a goal. A clear vision of what I had to do.I managed a smile, too overwhelmed by my emotions to speak.I had it in me!
It was then I realized the Visionary was true , here I am the stranger who is back from a strange land .Chosen to save the world..
I stood there in silence hovering over the tech bots.They were in exile.
I looked upon the Robots now talking in animated codes. Yes I will save you too. From hate.And war
the tale of exploring, bravery and survival had just begun….
This post is part of Indiblogger's 'I am an Explorer' Contest by www.tatasafari.com
Connect with Tata Safari on Facebook here.
Sunday, September 22, 2013
Why I love Blogging ! My Choice, My Voice!
I started to blog 3 years back, back then it was a mixup of random of random stuff, reviews and randomly clicked photographs by me . I dint have a clue if there was more to blogging other than just sharing opinions.
But I always had a passion for writing,and getting an opportunity for voicing opinions without being judged was just pure awesomeness and that’s how I started loving my blog.It became my voice!
I have always loved the blogosphere and even more I love to write. I wanted to start on a journey to push my boundaries as a writer.There was no stopping me from ranting ! If I wanted to talk food? I would do it! Simply write a blog about it.
If I wanted to share my shopping experience or showoff the gorgeous dress I bought,I would end up blogging.It was Perfect. ^_^
My blog is just that. It’s me. It’s everything I love. And these are a few reasons why I will always love blogging
-I can connect with people all around the hemisphere without having to stop working or studying!
-It is the best platform to share my mindless poetry and stupid story’s ! Nobody would dare comment “Yeh kya bakwaas hai’ :B (Even if they did, I shamelessly delete it :’p)
-It helps me stay up to date on the latest deals and coupons.
-Rereading my old posts makes me smile. My blog is my diary.
-I can write whatever I want about topics that interest me.
-I have complete control of what is posted on my blog.
-It gives me a chance to be my own boss. *Hell yeah*
-It helps me keep my writing skills up to date. *Win win situation*
I just Love Blogging because #BloggingIsMyCalling!
But I always had a passion for writing,and getting an opportunity for voicing opinions without being judged was just pure awesomeness and that’s how I started loving my blog.It became my voice!
I have always loved the blogosphere and even more I love to write. I wanted to start on a journey to push my boundaries as a writer.There was no stopping me from ranting ! If I wanted to talk food? I would do it! Simply write a blog about it.If I wanted to share my shopping experience or showoff the gorgeous dress I bought,I would end up blogging.It was Perfect. ^_^
My blog is just that. It’s me. It’s everything I love. And these are a few reasons why I will always love blogging
-I can connect with people all around the hemisphere without having to stop working or studying! -It is the best platform to share my mindless poetry and stupid story’s ! Nobody would dare comment “Yeh kya bakwaas hai’ :B (Even if they did, I shamelessly delete it :’p)
-It helps me stay up to date on the latest deals and coupons.
-Rereading my old posts makes me smile. My blog is my diary.
-I can write whatever I want about topics that interest me.
-I have complete control of what is posted on my blog.
-It gives me a chance to be my own boss. *Hell yeah*
-It helps me keep my writing skills up to date. *Win win situation*
I just Love Blogging because #BloggingIsMyCalling!
This post is written for MissMalini’s mega haul contest . Click here to go to her Mega haul page.
Saturday, September 14, 2013
Unraveling the future! Shopping the smart way.
Its weekend. And ofcourse its new year the day after. It will soon be 2031.
The only time when I read eNews. Twitter , the old chap has kept me so occupied.
The only time when I read eNews. Twitter , the old chap has kept me so occupied.
Its raining heavily outside and I don't feel like leaving my king size digi bed.
I snuggle under the warm semi solar blankets and yawn an unladylike yawn.
I pray because I am blessed with a bed built in with 5 plug points ;D
Two things I love with me. My will to shop, thanks to my Kindle :* and my digi bed!
Two things I love with me. My will to shop, thanks to my Kindle :* and my digi bed!
I plug in my dearest Kindle 9 to charge.
I head straight to the bookmarks sec.There it is my favorite E newspaper bookmarked.
I was curious to know the top 10 of the year 2030
Thank God for online shopping I sighed heavily.
Why take the huge long process to shop at malls when things can be shopped online and at a lighting speed pace.
The Headlines...
I was curious to know the top 10 of the year 2030
E shopping
So much work, so much commitment. shopping is my knight in shining armor and i don't want to sacrifice that for people !Thank God for online shopping I sighed heavily.
Why take the huge long process to shop at malls when things can be shopped online and at a lighting speed pace.
Why leave comfort of homes !
To add more zing are the most advanced tech added to retail shopping online...
Here goes the Top 10 list of E-shopping technology in 2030...
To add more zing are the most advanced tech added to retail shopping online...
Here goes the Top 10 list of E-shopping technology in 2030...
#SmartHomes : Shopping for themselves!
#Facial Expression software
#Ebay check 12.0
#Personalized virtual Online boutiques!
#Delivery in just 5 minutes!
#Magical virtual mirror
#3D Virtual try on.
#RIP CASH
And NO this hasn't led us(read the people in 2030th ) to ' Laziness' . We are as hardworking as the men in 1990's . Nor are we slaves of technology.
But there is no denying that every technology is associated with fear.But I always have a positive overlook to everything. Hopefully these technologies in future will make man more wise and not become the likes of a quote I read sometime back.
"The real danger is not that computers will begin to think like men, but that men will begin to think like computers." -Sydney J. Harris
Saturday, August 24, 2013
How could I make through life..without you ! Oh soul sister..
"Hey I am sorry I called at this hour, but.. I don't feel good"
"Don't, I love you... I am here..." she said
and I knew the angel would never leave me....
........
They say that your enemy's enemy is your friend, but in my case my enemy's enemy turned out to be my BFF :D !
Friends since our both besties ditched us in our 4th grade ,the miser and hurt love company right?
Together we nursed high school homework nightmares (thank you, Dhanalakshmi !) and heartbreaks and when life kept us apart, we promised to keep in touch. Further as life progressed, our lives filled up with favorite classes and bullying examinations, with so-so boyfriends and new friends, and we would go weeks without talking.But when we talk after months, our sweet memories flood up like warm spring flowers ...
The few priceless memories I share with her during our Schooling..
Our worried faces during incomplete notes,copying each other's wrong mathematical sums
Secretly dumping of our south Indian Chitrana and Dosa and eating at the canteen :D (damn ! I miss those days)
Giggling uncontrollably hearing the All famous dialogue " is this a class or a fish market? This is the worst class in the entire school."
Those secret crushes we both shared shyly ^_^
Playing flames at Last page of my every-note book ,:P
The fun we had decorating her answers in notebooks with pencil shadings and curvy underlining =p
Discussing fairness creams and Rolling school uniform sleeves in style B)
The endless conversation on what we both would wear on Children's day 3 months prior to it. :D
I love my sisters, and I am happy I had another one in the form of a friend...
Those times when she made me smile..the laughter ..Bliss. Pure.
Hey dhannu that's you and me :P
And when we joined the same college..
Laughing on something , in bus, at home, at college , the pure joy of laughing with her
Always breaking a kitkat so she could share it with me
Every Time a Hot guy passes and she tells me he is her future jijaji, Hahaha. She is insanely awesome like that!
"Don't, I love you... I am here..." she said
and I knew the angel would never leave me....
........
They say that your enemy's enemy is your friend, but in my case my enemy's enemy turned out to be my BFF :D !
Friends since our both besties ditched us in our 4th grade ,the miser and hurt love company right?
Together we nursed high school homework nightmares (thank you, Dhanalakshmi !) and heartbreaks and when life kept us apart, we promised to keep in touch. Further as life progressed, our lives filled up with favorite classes and bullying examinations, with so-so boyfriends and new friends, and we would go weeks without talking.But when we talk after months, our sweet memories flood up like warm spring flowers ...
The few priceless memories I share with her during our Schooling..
Our worried faces during incomplete notes,copying each other's wrong mathematical sums
Secretly dumping of our south Indian Chitrana and Dosa and eating at the canteen :D (damn ! I miss those days)
Giggling uncontrollably hearing the All famous dialogue " is this a class or a fish market? This is the worst class in the entire school."
Those secret crushes we both shared shyly ^_^
Playing flames at Last page of my every-note book ,:P
The fun we had decorating her answers in notebooks with pencil shadings and curvy underlining =p
Discussing fairness creams and Rolling school uniform sleeves in style B)
The endless conversation on what we both would wear on Children's day 3 months prior to it. :D
I love my sisters, and I am happy I had another one in the form of a friend...
Those times when she made me smile..the laughter ..Bliss. Pure.
And when we joined the same college..
Laughing on something , in bus, at home, at college , the pure joy of laughing with her
Always breaking a kitkat so she could share it with me
Every Time a Hot guy passes and she tells me he is her future jijaji, Hahaha. She is insanely awesome like that!
When she writes my notes when I cut my thumb instead of completing hers
*wipes off tears*
She eating my burnt sabzi and telling me its not that bad I just have to improve a bit makes me want to hug all the air out of her <3
She gifting me books by authors I love
Her cute giggles and her soft laughter when we watch Saas bahu sagas
Arguing with those who argue with me and cursing them just because they fought with me
She putting the most hot famous boys name with me while we play FLAMES
She yawning and drawing funny doodles so that we don't end up sleeping in math class
She sending me pics of her cute cat to brighten up my day
She copying the exact figures of my pathetically solved maths sums in assignments
she acting overly dramatic like Geet when we talk about the alliances we both were showered with , I ..I love you yaar ! LOVE!
A jadoo ki jhappi from her when I feel low makes me alive !750 words are so few to describe what she means to me !
*wipes off tears*
She eating my burnt sabzi and telling me its not that bad I just have to improve a bit makes me want to hug all the air out of her <3
She gifting me books by authors I love
Her cute giggles and her soft laughter when we watch Saas bahu sagas
Arguing with those who argue with me and cursing them just because they fought with me
She putting the most hot famous boys name with me while we play FLAMES
She yawning and drawing funny doodles so that we don't end up sleeping in math class
She sending me pics of her cute cat to brighten up my day
She copying the exact figures of my pathetically solved maths sums in assignments
she acting overly dramatic like Geet when we talk about the alliances we both were showered with , I ..I love you yaar ! LOVE!
A jadoo ki jhappi from her when I feel low makes me alive !750 words are so few to describe what she means to me !
When the night comes, look at the sky. If you see a falling star, don’t wonder why, just make a wish. Trust me, it will come true, ’cause I did it and I found you!I found you Dhanalakshmi! ^_^
I want to cherish every moment spent with you and will be spending with you !My soul just can't breathe without you...My sister, my friend I LOVE YOU DHANNU ! KOYI SHAK MAT RAKHNA DIL MEIN !:-*
I want to cherish every moment spent with you and will be spending with you !My soul just can't breathe without you...My sister, my friend I LOVE YOU DHANNU ! KOYI SHAK MAT RAKHNA DIL MEIN !:-*
This is a post for womesweb.in contest ' your soul sister"
Pictures uploaded from here
Love,
Najm
