Saturday, November 19, 2011

[Fiction] The Final Citadel


‘Are we not men?’ he asked loudly fallen on the blackened path. The skies were gone forever, now covered with black haunting darkness, ‘Don’t we deserve another chance?’

Some unknown time before
Slowly cautiously he walked in the darkness. For last 500 millenniums he was in the dark, this was nothing different, this was home. Home sweet home.

It was their evil plan, the cruel Gods who engineered the whole thing. Screwed and cunning Indra and his minions trapped him into the worm hole for eternality.  They cunningly distributed the nectar of life to the Gods. The poor humans never stood a chance, they were taught since childhood to obey whatever was fed to them, even if it was bad. The humans called it fate, the humans said they were not worthy. Of course, that’s why humans were made, unpaid slaves to do the dirty deeds of Gods.

But when the Gods did the same to the demons, they retaliated. ‘Why would nectar of life be given to Gods only? Why should demons accept the fate? No, we demons who with the help of Demon Guru Shukracharya had reversed death, a feat that even God could not achieve, ‘a wide smile came on his face, overcoming death, that’s how he survived the last 500 millenniums.

His sharp eyes sensed something, sharply he turned around. There was nothing. Obviously this was a plane that rested between the surface of earth and heaven, also dubbed as the 5th dimension, this plane knew no direction, no time, and no space. This was the directly passage between seconds, this was the place Krishna instructed Arjun, this was the plane where Shukracharya was killed. This plane will take him where he wants to be… not where when.

Again a hustle, a shadow crossed him in the distant. This plane knew no geometry, so the shadow could be very close by. Silently he removed his witch blade from its scabbard. The witch blade was stolen from death himself, by a thief in the distant seas. No breathing creature could survive its touch to any of the 5 senses. Whoever was lurking around, had invoked its death and he was doing to deliver it.

The blade glowed blue in the dark waiting for the blood. The witch blade had one condition, if it was removed from the scabbard, it cannot be put inside without blood on it, and doing so would result in the death of its own master for the sword demands blood.

Silently he waited in the dark, like a hunter on the prowl, waiting, listening…nothing. Whatever the shadow was, had gone. He had heard of creatures that used this plane to travel, like the cats. Every time a cat was left by the owner in some distant plane, it would hop on in the 5th dimension and reach home back before the owner.

6 minutes before now
As he stepped into the reality, he gasped at the sight of the massive black hole in front of him. The blade glowed in his hand and he clenched it hard. Nervous he stepped up,

‘It’s not worth it you know…’ Agatya voice boomed from behind.

A few months ago
The theft of witch blade was worrying news at the ashram. The students and the teachers panicked on hearing the news. Inside the ashram behind the secret wall on the throne made of pure mud sat Agatya, calm composite with his head hung low.

‘You are the insurance policy of heavens,’ his mentor silently said, ‘the last hope for humanity…’

‘If I snatch the witch blade, I have to kill its owner…’ Agatya inquired.

‘That’s the rule; you cannot wield it until you give it blood of its previous owner,’ his mentor spoke calm and quiet.

Agatya looked into the eyes of the mentor and closed his eyes.

2 Minutes 49 seconds before now
‘You think this is fair, Agatya?’ Aryasura asked, ‘All this while we struggled to keep the balance of the world in place. Are we not men? Don’t we have any say in it?’

‘Let it go Aryasura, it’s not worth it. The inevitable is here, the final hour of doom is on your doorstep. Do you want to spend the last minute of your life fighting?’

‘Then get out of my way, Agatya, LET. ME. KILL. GOD,’ Aryasura shouted.

‘He is not here; it’s only you and me now at the hour of doom….’

At the next second everything happened in a flash, a small mosquito was flying low, looking for a meaning of its existence, a blade flew past it making swishing noise. Aryasura marched towards Agatya to kill him in a blow; Agatya raised his shield to defend from the blow. A clang and a big spark were emitted.

‘Let there be light…Agatya… its fruitless trying to stop me. Witch blade will stop at nothing and you know that.’ Aryasura exclaimed.

‘And neither will I,’ Agatya, ‘And when I die, another Agatya will come to stop you and another and another. I am a thought that will travel eons to stop you. You have 2 more minutes; give your best shot…’

79 Seconds before now
‘It is over Aryasura, you cannot win, not now…’ Agatya was on his knees red from the blood gushing from his arms. Aryasura looked at his work in pride, he had killed the Agatya, and his name would go down as the person who killed Agatya.

‘I stand in front of you wielding the most powerful sword in the galaxy…’ Aryasura said, ‘I have sliced you into half and your life is ticking away. You think this is fair? One fine day God wakes up and decides to destroy the world?  You think Humanity will go down without a fight? No we will not, I stand here representing the 100 millions who have called this planet home. I will not stop until I stop God from destroying the world. He just gave a dusty and rough world; we build a better world than him. We created concrete roads, we created flight patterns, we created bridges better than him, humans are better than God…’

He walked towards the black hole. The ground shook as the reality was sucked into the void, things were pulled towards it. He had 50 secs to stop it, how could he do it?

The witch blade glowed in his hand, yes this was the solution. He murmured the final chant of the mantra; the mantra will bring down the entire force of asura in his blade. He will destroy the black hole in one slice…

Boom, the witch blade exploded in the mid air, destroying the reality with it. Aryasura collapsed.

What happened? Aryasura shook his head as the reality adjusted in front of him. The witch blade had vanished from his hand and so did most of the reality. A small rock lay afloat in the ether giving the final proof of the world that existed before the blast.

‘Are we not men?’ he asked loudly fallen on the blackened path. The skies were gone forever, now covered with black haunting darkness, ‘Don’t we deserve another chance?’

‘Let there be light,’ Agatya spoke from the bloody lips, ‘You were right on one account, God could never defeat humans. He tried hard to build a thing that could destroy the world, but he couldn’t. He was too attached to his creations. But humans are different; we created things that can destroy us. We rage war against each other with some pseudo sense of righteousness. We even fight in the name of God. We dirty our own streets, our own planet just to protect the boundaries that we created ourselves.

You were right, God could never destroy what he created but humans can… and did, you destroyed the reality. Just as any other human weapon, you wielded the witch blade without thinking about its power and so it is, you destroyed the world.’

Aryasura looked at the bloodied warrior speechless, ‘But…’

‘This final bedrock of civilization is spared for you so you may repent of what you did.’ Agatya said, ‘The purpose of life is not to overcome death but to do things that make you prepare for death. The thought that you destroyed everything that you had to protect will be the last sane thought in your head until eternality.’

Agatya closed his eyes for the last time. So did everything else.

P.s. Loved the adventure of Agatya? My own Superhero, read his origin in this story.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

From a Fools Cap to a Smart Phone, the journey of a Note

The entire course of human history would be different if man had never learned to note down things. Many (mad) scientist believe that there is a coherent rivalry between pen and paper against the ideas. There is 72% possibility of not finding a pen and paper for 83% of the ideas. Which is surprising. Human race since ages has been looking for the solution of single most problem that has been lingering around our society, how do I organize my thoughts, my memories, my world in my palm so that I can live a amazing life without being teetered to one spot.

It all started when billions of years earlier when Mr. Stone was on a killing spree, he killed a deer for the first time in his life and wanted to show it to his son. Sadly, the son was (as usual) playing on his Handy Abacus and not paying attention to the father. When he finally turned around to listen to his father, he could not believe it.
'Pah, you get a deer for 70 gold stones, Dod,' (It should be noted that in those days Dad was refereed to as Dod with an O) said the son getting busy in his Abacus again.

Frustrated, Mr. Stone decided that next time he hunts a deer he will keep a proof for it. This was the true story of how man started noting things on the wall. But they had a problem, their notes where in their house walls. So when recession hit them and their house was given up their notes were lost... forever.

While this was going on, in a very other part of the region were much more evolved than these barbaric cousins. These people decided to note down their entire life on a papyrus paper that could be carried with them anywhere. They invented a complex word called hieroglyphics, which was so hard to smell that they never wrote a hieroglyphics on how to actually spell it. This papyrus paper notes, gave them the freedom to move and hence most of them could make it to the promised land, because hey their notes were with them. But alas, the journey through the desert without a single drop of water was tiring and when it one day rained, the entire papyrus got dissolved and most part of history pe pani padh gaya.

But all this was ancient history, we come forward to Germany when one day a fool kept his cap lying on the block of wood. In few minutes he got the best idea of them all, he designed a paper that was water insoluble (but not water proof) that was lighter than feather (so that would make a amazing visual in ceiling fans ad) and more durable, now all he needed was the ink. He imported the ink from a distant cousin in India (which funny thing was actually China, it is known fact that people mistake other countries for India throughout history) the combination of India Ink on the Foolscap paper blew the world. People maintained diaries, journeys, thick paper, thin paper, photo graphs, all kinds of notes, memos.... and so on and so forth.
Humans started using the paper to write memos, draw diagrams, show charts. They shared knowledge, they shared ideas and kabooom.... Evolution happened and humans reproduced to 7 billion population. But there was a problem, the paper would not go away.

It could not be recycled as it contained the data that was to be preserved for future generations, it could not be destroyed as it was important. The pile of paper stack kept on increasing with every passing generation. These were some, who used green recycled paper to write notes and brain storm but the mess was increasing exponentially day by day. This led to a critical situation, a unsolvable question which has left unanswered by 20 generations of human families.... who will throw out the garbage? Scientist are still working on the question.

Meanwhile, Not only this, the paper is made from trees which are sliced down and chopped to make the paper. So while human was getting evolved poor trees were getting targeted and removed. When the tree falls in the forest, even if no one knows about it, it still hurts. 

We are into 600 years of human evolution, shouldn't there be another option to note down things? In the digital world there is never an option for anything there is always an app for it. We have devices that help us take note but none of them give the pleasure of using the Indian ink on the piece of paper, do they? The Smart phones are easy to carry but typing on the screen is not that good idea, the Smart Tablets are easy to type but are bulky to carry. At-least with laptop you can pose as an executive. 

Well fret not for I have something awesome to show you and that's just two days from now. Yes, you heard it right, a single gadget to record the hunting incident from the Mr. Stone era, the Same gadget to let  his son play abacus. The same gadget to let the Egyptians write hieroglyphs on a much durable platform. Not only can it store up-to 32 GB of data with no mess. Can't believe me see for yourself?

It is not a smart phone, is it not a tablet.... behold the legendary cross between the two, its a Note. Samsung Galaxy Note. I would tell you its features but don't want to for you have to see it yourself.

The evolution of Note has its own story which is as awesome as the story above. The Note is THE device small enough to carry around and sleek enough to do all the things you do on the Tab. Armed with a Capacitive touch pen it can also be used to draw pictures and make important markers. It can also be used to solve the eminent problem of not finding the pen and paper at the precise minute of getting an idea.

True Story.

P.s. Samsung has not paid me to tell you this, however if they like it there is a distant lingering possibility that they might donate this man a note to organize my thoughts and keep posts like this coming.

Have you read my book yet?

Have you read my book yet?
An epic adventure across space and time