The Discovery

Captains Log: We have been traveling for over 23 years. The crew, the ageing crew, is now transferring critical knowledge to younger members, who are now ready to take up senior positions in the ship. Their optimism is praiseworthy. But is it of any importance?
Five years back, we warped straight into what I can only describe as a black-hole pin-ball. One after the other, we kept getting sucked into these black holes and it was ripping the ship apart.Somehow, we managed to get to the other side of this crazy freak-show of nature. Our ship was just about holding itself together.

Disoriented and confused, all we could do was follow the Prime directive, and find the nearest habitable planet and contact the High Command.

Space faring is not for the fainthearted. All this time alone in the vast nothingness of space… Sanity is about the only thing you can hope to latch onto. And for good reason. Space is a hostile environment, and most of it is out to kill you. One must always stay on guard to protect oneself and his or her brethren.

We coasted along a series of planets and with most of our mapping equipment not functioning, our best guess was that we were inside a solar system.
Things were looking very bleak when all of a sudden, there was a glimmer of hope.
Sensors picked up signs of life! We followed the sensor signals and lo and behold! There it was!

A massive blue ball, our beacon of hope! Joyous claps erupted! Land! We had found land after years in the numbing isolation. A moment to savor!

But in our revelry was silenced almost as abruptly as it had begun. The planet had armed all it’s weapons and locked onto us.

A hostile planet. What luck! After all this time, we find a planet that harbors life and this is what we are greeted with? We put our lives at stake so that the people benefit from the knowledge gathered, and the universe is peaceful. And this is how we are repaid?  NO. I shall take none of it.

We struck them with all we had. Phasers, canons, plasma, you name it. And we did not stop until we decimated everything. We obliterated all signs of life. They paid in full for their disregard for our sacrifices. And finally, my crew was safe. I protected my family. And I’ll do it all over again if I have to.
Soon after, I sent a crew of 4 to inspect the now dead planet. They reported nothing much, except piles of dead bodies and the smell of rotting flesh, until, all we heard was static…
After a long pause, I heard my commander-in-chief’s voice:
“Sir…..WHAT HAVE WE DONE…”
“What? Be clearer Aden…”, I was irritated and curious.
“Sir, I found a piece of paper like material with some text on it. It is of an ancient vernacular, roughly translates to ‘THE GUARDIAN, 26th November 2017’…”
“Sir, I think we’ve traveled through TIME…”

What have we done.
What have we done.What have we done.

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A Beautiful Story

Hi there!
You, yes you.

I’m talking to you.

You are  gawking at the screen, eager to get back to the YouTube tab on your phone….Life could not be more mundane right?
Office,home, a few videos, some games, alcohol in weekends and a few blog posts like this on days when office is at its worst.
I know, I know , life can loiter at times.
But don’t you worry, life has its own ways to creep up behind your back.

Like, how would you feel if I told you that the person you can’t stop looking at in the Cafeteria is equally interested in you, that coming Wednesday is going to be the best day of your life, that the next big thing that you are planning, yes that thing, is going to be a resounding success? Yes, you heard it…

And what if I told you that I’m standing right behind you.

Ha! Made you look. And don’t smirk if you didn’t, you think you didn’t fall for it? Dude, you have been talking to a screen for some time now…
You think that is normal?

Maybe this isn’t a run of the mill creepy-pasta. How could you assume that you are reading a normal piece of literature? What if I told you that the things that you see in here are for your eyes only.That only YOU can see and hear me. Others see a lovely romantic short story.

 

 
I’m just messing with you.. Others see a great action thriller.
You might want to look behind one more time.

The Butler Did It

“I pulled most of my funds for this.”
“Is this the right thing?”
“Am I undoing a whole lot of good for nothing?”
No, NO. I shake these thoughts off and steel my resolve. I have to go ahead with this.
This city needs saving, and no one else I know has the resources to do so, other than this kid I care for.
All he needs is the motivation, and that’s where I come in.
I’m trying to convince myself that what I’m doing is not utterly terrible, but for the greater good.
But how, how can I ignore the sheer monstrosity of it all?
I assure you I take no pleasure in the chain of events that I’m supposedly setting off, unlike my employer, my real employer. He seems to take a keen interest in what the future holds for this city. And in that do I put all my faith, that somehow this madness will redeem this city and stop it in its path to self-destruction. Hence, I commit this heinous act.
I meet the man identified for the job at Robinson Park and hand him the money and the gun.
The Waynes should be on their way to the theater now.

Master Bruce, your journey towards becoming this city’s knight in the shining armor has begun.

The Flight

And the coarse juggernaut of the plane gave way to a smooth glide, and he could feel his legs lose weight as the plane took off.
He looked down the window, the city beneath him kept shrinking, and ultimately became invisible as the white behemoth soared above the clouds.
He had never liked airplanes. There was something oddly unsettling about knowing that life can end just that easily.
He tried to while away the dizzy feeling. He started observing people instead. He watched the crying baby way down the aisle, his head bobbing around to express his angst. Hunger, discomfort or just plain grand-standing, no one knew what the little devil was agitated about.
Then there was the air-hostess, the pretty one. Smiling away and helping people with their shit. How much does she want to punch that bald guy who keeps asking for salted peanuts.
He observed this world around him and wondered.
He wondered how people around him were oblivious of the fact that they were an hour or so away from not meeting each other ever again, and yet they were sharing this journey, this intimate waltz through the skies, this great risk of soaring towards the sun. Their nonchalance surprised, and perhaps angered him a little.
He whiled his time away, troubling himself with these thoughts and before he could realise, it was time to land.
And with bated breath, he waited for the wheels to hit the tarmac. He had never been able to shake off the feeling of impending doom during landings. Alas, his worst fears failed to materialize, and he adjusted himself back to his original position, which had been disturbed by the landing.
Colour returned to his face as the plane came to a gradual halt and the cabin drowned in a din of cellphones switching on and conversations beginning.

“Home and dry.”, he thought. A wry smile lit his face. He closed his eyes, said his prayers, and detonated the bomb.

The Battle

And inevitably, it dawned upon me that my enemy was close. I could feel it, the breathing down my neck, absolute and inevitable.
I look up and there it was, the monstrosity, staring me in the face. And in a fit of rage I pounced, only to get a response matching, and perhaps surpassing my own vigour.
We wrestle, like mad, rabid dogs, like we were battling for the first time, and the truth could not be further. We fought, and fought and we fought some more, and then it was all over.
I got up, dusted myself and walked away, ready and perhaps a little bit wiser for the next time.

Monday had been dealt with.

Pens

I bought a pen today, from a face so sad,
It made me look at my life, and see the things that I’ve had.

You could see the pain of sorrow,for her eyes were misty and red,
You would not like to buy anything, but give her a hug instead.

So I bought the pen from her, and so happy she was, oh boy!
And I paid for it, not with money you see, I paid for it, with joy.

Crowning Glory: Life’s Game

EPILOGUE

Read the Previous Chapter here

And Cyrus lay there, engulfed in a sea of thoughts and office supplies. And not that anyone is complaining.Indeed. His life had changed and how.

Cyrus could vividly remember Roohi’s sobs when she saw her parents being taken away.
It was for the best. But how do you explain that to a child?
You just take good care of her and hope she forgets, although, this scar will remain with her forever. Hopefully, making her stronger.
Tara Dutta had to resign from her post as CEO, which created a mild media flutter. But as it is with most news, this too faded after its time in the limelight. She now serves her term and one has hope for this woman, who was so driven by her desire to succeed , that it blinded her to what was good and what was bad.
Shekhar has been transferred to a mental asylum, after a brief stint in prison. What promise his career held, and how devastatingly has it crashed. Shekhar’s story is a ballad of failed ambitions and broken promises.
As for Mr.Aryan, he was handed over to the Kolkata police and is now paying for his crimes.

Life has been both just and unfair to Roohi. Unfair in the way it has treated her. No one deserves such an unstable childhood. On the other hand though, she always was too young to feel the grief and in that way, it is a saving grace.

What a roller coaster ride has it been! Cyrus had never imagined these people would touch his life in the way that they did.
“Anyways, whatever happens, happens for the best.”, was the best possible conclusion that Cyrus could come to.
“Cyrus!!” , Roohi’s voice tore through the air, thus ending Cyrus’s train of thoughts.
“We made pakoras.”, she declared with a triumphant voice. Cyrus smiled at his daughter, and hoped she never ever has to face the ordeal that she did sometime back.
He looked up. Jenny stood in front of him, with a tray of pakoras in hand and a smile on her face. He felt happy that he had a part to play in getting that smile back to where it belongs. And he was sure he would do anything to keep it there.

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