It’s time to join hands

The year is 2100. Humans and Aliens are living peacefully right here on Earth – Mexico, USA to be specific. Although, according to few recently released documentaries and articles, humans and aliens are already living peacefully, secretly, but for the sake of argument let’s just say that it’s far off in the wonderment.

The aliens and humans have signed a treaty to cooperate with each other, exchange technologies, and conduct inter-planetary experiments but never to fall in each other’s way of governing their respective planets.

Planet Earth as we have known and lived and survived, is covered in dense clouds. Antarctica has reduced to the size of Hawaii. No one living in the city has seen a single star for over a decade now. Special trips are planned where people go in the middle of ocean, just to view stars and show the younger generation that there is life beyond our existence.

No doubt the Homo sapiens have gone crazy, trying to dominate each other with power; hardly any food is grown on the fields, coz there aren’t any.

At the annual meeting conducted in the secret conference at Area 51, USA, where humans and aliens exchanged words, the aliens stood up to finally speak on a topic they have been willing to discuss for decades.

The green eyed alien, nicknamed as TV, short for The Viking led the charge.

“Humans, for all the years we have lived here, we have never discussed a word about how you should manage the resources made available by your own planet. But seeing all that has been going on around, we feel we should advice you without intervening in any way in your future course of action“

*After presenting few facts with graphic illustrations*

“Humans are trying for survival of the fittest whereas they should be learning to co-exist. Humans have invested trillions of dollars in manufacturing and procuring weapons of mass destruction, rather if they used even 10% of it then none of the fellow humans would be deprived of the basic necessities. They are always on the look-out for capturing each other’s land, devouring each other’s culture, tearing away forests – your only source of oxygen – one of the key to your survival.

Even in the smallest of the trivial matters humans declare war, instead of helping a fellow human in trouble all they do is make and share videos. I request you highly intelligent humans to ask yourself a simple question before executing anything – Whatever be the outcome of this, will it help mother Earth in any form or will it harm her?”

After much pondering and discussion amongst the army chiefs and other agents, the naval army chief was chosen to reply.

“What you have pointed out is precise and thought provoking. We humans have definitely not been grateful for the gifts given by mother Earth. Truth be told, we are centuries late in restoring the global balance; some of us are definitely marching in that direction but the ratio of such people compared to entire human race is ridiculously negligible.

However, not all of us have the same kind of mindset; the anti-social elements present amongst us pose a greater threat in restoring the global balance. We have tried exterminating these kinds of people but it only aids in increase of their number. Can you care to venture a solution for such humans?”

After a brief moment, the alien replied

“Once you identify an anti-social human, tag that human with a specific device we will provide you with. Using the device we will elevate that human to 20ft above the ground and will make them stay fixed, afloat in the air. Humans will think he has some kind of superpower while the anti-social human itself will have no clue how it is happening. Also we will make sure no human can click a picture or make video of the floating anti-social human”.

After careful investigation of the device, it was secretly deployed in all nations. Millions of people in every nation were just staying afloat. Nobody understood why or how was it happening. It drove humans crazy that they couldn’t click pictures or videos of the strange phenomenon. News media had the epic news but there was no proof available.

The time period of staying afloat was 7 days, after which the ‘anti-social humans’ were gradually floated down on land. Even prime ministers and presidents of certain nation were in this list.

The trend continued for over a period of two months within which it was slowly evident amongst the masses that ‘anyone who is a criminal in the eyes of USA will be floating in air for 7 days’. The number of people staying afloat reduced each weak, although no one could give any conclusive answers about how such a mass action was being executed.

The aliens soon figured out that the ones being tagged to afloat are those whom USA considers threat for them; so without any prior notice they shut down the device, claiming it as malfunction due to overloading.

Simultaneously, one person present in the secret conference fled away from USA and revealed to media the whole operation and reason behind the weird phenomenon. Many leaders of the world turned up against USA and a war was declared.

Question:

Did aliens know such an occurrence would take place and humans will eventually go for war?

OR

Were aliens actually trying to help but our inner animal instinct to stay as the dominant one led us down?

Whatever be the answer, I believe it’s time to start restoring the balance so that our future generations can see stars from their home.

It’s time to join hands in peace with one another and lay off the weapons.

It’s time to give back nature what it deserves rather than crapping it all over.

It’s time to act civilised and be humans.


Happy Diwali guys! Stay Safe and Stay Blessed!

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The Joker – Part III

 

Presenting the final part of The Joker, Part III. The previous two parts can be accessed here Part I and Part II.

I gained my vigour in few months but destiny already had another twist in store. A night before fifth semester exams, dad fell critically ill owing to his long term affair with cigarettes. Taking care of dad’s business was a necessity, an option I would never have preferred otherwise. His health kept waning with time. No amount of dawa or dua seemed to work the magic.

One night just as I finished dinner dad came up in the hall.

“Papa you aren’t asleep yet?”

“I was but your mom’s snoring woke me up”

“Mom doesn’t snore” I replied playfully.

“Yeah she kicked me as I was snoring. So I came out to check how my son is doing?” replied dad while slowly sitting on the cushioned wooden chair.

“What can happen to me dad … Did you take your medicine?”

“Yes yes I did. Any sort of trouble in office? Are my clients nice to you?”

“Yes papa all are nice … except that Mishra … He is kind of a …”

Dad interrupted “Asshole … I know… He sniff’s his nose into other’s business all the time”.

I cracked up hearing dad’s verdict.

“Son, let me share my understanding of life. It doesn’t matter how many moments made you laugh, but the moments you created to make others laugh.

You know when I married your mother … well technically my high school sweetheart, I promised to keep her smile alive in whatever situation we are… and I didn’t just promise her, I promised to myself.

And God knows I have lived up to it.

This cancer is just a test by God to see if I can make her smile even in pain. Believe me son I am gonna emerge as a winner”

I nodded looking at dad with a heartbroken smile.

“I know son taking care of my business is not what you ever had in mind, but you are doing it without so much as a hiccup and I am really proud of you for holding up so well. In a month the new factory will start functioning and thereafter your maternal uncle will handle it.

Anyway I followed my dream of setting up my own factory even though your grandfather laughed when I shared with him my plan about two decades back. He had been a government servant all his life thus the concept of building a family business was alien to him.

Nevertheless I pursued my dream without any consequence in mind.

If your heart is in the right place then it’s worth pursuing your dream”

Before the onset of the sixth semester I lost the man who inspired me to be the Joker. Dad sure always cracked up mom with his out of the world limericks.

I wish I had forced him to quit cigarettes. I wish Ritika shared her woes. I wish …

A heart-clenching lightning interrupted my yearnings which reminded – I was still on the roof. I marched down wiping my tears.

One guy was waiting for his round, probably imagining his introductory statements while I was waiting for my One Minute.

The moment of truth arrived and was I prepared?

I had one minute to prove my worth. Having no interest in dad’s business, job was the only possible alternative to sustain mummy and myself.

As I entered the room of fate, the youngest interviewer looked up and smiled at me, a warm considerate one.

“Welcome back Pratyush, Are you here to avail your sixty seconds?”

“Precisely Sir” I said clearing my throat.

“Whenever you are ready”

“I have never been more ready in my entire life.

Sir, my marks may hint that I suck at engineering but maybe it’s the timing of examinations which suck. Before enrolling here I did envision myself employed in a big MNC like yours busting my eyes day and night in front of the screen.

But now I have no zeal for it. I don’t wanna sulk at my life every single day at the end of work. No, that isn’t going to be me.

Today I am a Joker and this is exactly what I want to be for the rest of my existence. I want to bring joy to people’s lives. I want to relieve people off their stress.

I want to bring back LIFE into people’s dreadful LIVES.

Every IT student at this stage knows coding, bug fixing and stuff but you will rarely come across one who knows how to make a person laugh and revive his will to thrive.

May be these aren’t the configurations you are looking in an android developer but this is who I am”

Silence prevailed for another few seconds as the interviewers kept staring at me without so much as a blink.

“Pra…” clears throat “Pratyush why don’t you wait outside for few minutes?”

For the first time in years I let my heart speak. I wasn’t proud of my decision and neither was I afraid of the result. Whatsoever be the jury’s decision, the path I chose would be my destination.

I was back in the interview room for the third time.

“Pratyush I am very sorry to inform that you failed to convince us… to appoint you as an Android developer”

“I am sorry sir for wasting your time”

“However …

If you are up for a challenge, we can offer a whole new department”

My desperate eyes looked up from the ground with hope.

“Would you like to be the head of … Stress Relieve Department … We can work on the name later though”

*Thud*


Disclaimer:

This short story is based on a tale I heard couple of years back about an engineering student. No part of this short story can be printed / published / used anywhere else without my written permission. 

Copyright: Karan Singh Surana

I hope you enjoyed this three part series. Kindly shower me with your generous comments and suggestions. 🙂

The Joker – Part II

Presenting Part II of The Joker. Click here to read Part I.

November 24, 2004. Time – 06:40pm

After a whole day of attending lectures I was jostling through my wet hair with a towel wrapped around the waist when Ritika called.

“Hey Shona. How are you? Sorry I missed your call in afternoon”

“That’s okay Ritu. You won’t believe what happened to me today” I replied ecstatically.

“What, tell me”

“It was just so weird… I don’t know if you will understand”

“Oh Pratyush vomit it out”

“Ok listen. I went to pee, coz you know, I felt like peeing, but … not a single drop came out”

“Pratyuuuuuushhh I am gonna kill you”

“See I knew you wouldn’t understand. You had to be there … hahahaha … to understand … hahahahaha”

“Ha Ha Ha .. See I laughed, now no more pee poo jokes today”

“But there was no mention of …”

Ritika interrupted me “Shut up or the Saturday date is off”.

After a five-second-inspection Ritika continued “That’s like my shona”.

Another five seconds gone “Ohoo pratyush baba now you can speak. You have successfully secured the Saturday date”.

“Huff… Do you have any idea how hard it was to shut up?”

“I know… Okay tell me something. Why do you keep saying such lame things?”

“Because you laugh”

“No I rarely laugh on your silly puns”

“Yes you do” I stressed.

“No I don’t. When have you heard me laughing on your lame tales?”

“I haven’t but your little sister has. You almost always share my jokes with her at night and laugh like crazy”

“OH MY GOD. I can’t believe Simi sold our secret”

“Hu hu ha ha ha ha”

“How long have you known this?”

“… Umm … That I won’t tell” I replied mischievously.

“Hey mister you have to tell, otherwise …”

 I interrupted “Otherwise what … you can’t cancel the Saturday date now. What else you got … You got nothing sweetie to blackmail me with”.

“Uuhhh …Somebody’s gonna get hurt real bad tonight” replied Ritika in Russel Peter’s accent.

*Giggles*

“What you gonna do now?”

“I will have snacks and will start studying. Only twelve days before the first semester begins Ritu”

“Good boy. Mr. Rank holder has an image to maintain”

“Yep. What about you?”

“I don’t believe what I am about to say”

“What?” I was amused.

“I have to pee, you JOKER”

With the monstrous laugh we cut the call.

The next day Ritika killed herself. In our one year of relationship I never sensed the domestic violence until the story surfaced in a local newspaper. ‘Joker’ was forever tagged with her.

It took me almost a year to get out of the trauma. Only two sounds echoed in my mind – her childish-monstrous-laugh and the way she called me Joker, kind of like ‘mera Jokerrr’, just as they are buzzing in my mind right now.

Soon after the third semester I flew to Assam to visit my dearest cousin Vaibhav who was geared up to launch his dream project, his own e-retail store.

We had been underwear-brothers since the start of time, literally. He knew every bit of me better than me. One evening while sipping cold beer in an abandoned farm house, Vaibhav’s wisdomous / drunken speech, mimicking Batman changed my life.

“Pratyush, you see, this city had lost all its innocence long back. It has seen enough, suffered irreplaceable losses, yet it never shies away in mesmerizing people with its scenic beauty.

Shouldn’t we all learn something from the city?

I know you are hurt brother. Ritika was a keeper, one pure soul.

She never hinted any sorrow, despite everything that she had to face Every Single Day. All she ever radiated was happiness and laughter and love and joy and … all that is positive … in spite of the constant internal struggle.

You should carry on that sane Jokerpanti and spread more smiles around dude. I believe it would be a better way to remember her than staying grungy. This world needs laughter bro and you can be the source.

You can be the Joker of people’s lives without … you know … actually having to wear the red blob nose”

By the time I returned to Kolkata, my cocoon had evaporated releasing the bat wings once again. I was again the knight in shining armour (read teeth) for the depressed souls.

Vaibhav had become my mentor but his term didn’t last long.

On April 25, 2006 a rash driver ran over Vaibhav, silently pushing me back into shell.

………………..To Be Continued

The Joker (Part I)

 

Heya Pals,

I am here with my short story which I shall be publishing in 3 parts.

Presenting Part I of The Joker.

P.S. - Do share it with your friends in case you find it interesting and of course do comment.

I was tucking my ocean-blue shirt in the freshly pressed black cotton pants for the third time when Taneja’s signature bike vroom signaled me to hurry down.

“Bye Mummy, going college” I shouted while hurrying out of the house unintentionally banging the door behind.

“Dude you finally shaved”

“Gotta look decent in the interview Taneja”

Minutes later we entered college with the security guard giving his signature salaam accompanied by a radiant smile. I gestured back bowing my head.

Rupam almost jumped down the stairs from the first floor before hopping towards me for a hug.

“Hey Pratyush, good to have you back man”

“Thanks dada. All set for today?”

“Absolutely dude. By the end of the day company will be in my pocket”

“Great buddy! I don’t have such high aspirations. Just a job would be okay for me. Hey since you will own the company, may be you can hire me if I run out of luck today”

Taneja hit us both in the back of head “Stop talking bitches and study”.

“Hey Taneja isn’t that the girl you were staring the other day?” My neck moved in the direction of Rupam’s vision.

Rupam continued “I think she was periodically looking at you”.

After passing a faint smile to the classified-junior, Taneja hit Rupam’s back “What the fuck is wrong with you dude? It’s placement day idiot, Studyyyyyyy”.

Without glancing anywhere else we were glued to our screens.

Within 10 minutes Rupam spoke “Remember the day when…” He stopped abruptly after glancing at Taneja’s I-Will-Kill-You expression but managed some strength for saying “Pratyush has come after such a long time yaar… I am excited”.

“Perform all your homo-phillic rituals after the interview” replied Taneja sternly.

Rupam would not dare cross Taneja’s words and thus flipped through the pdf file.

In an hour the race against time started with the first round of MCQ questions.

“Could the paper be more ruthless?” exclaimed Taneja.

“What kind of an ass sets such a tough paper? I gotta smoke dude” notified Rupam.

After two hours of waiting, the result was announced for ‘who were spending the night in the college premises’.

                                                                      ***

Three juries were sitting comfortably on reclining wheel chairs.

I greeted them with “Good morning”.

“Is it still morning” exclaimed one looking at his watch.

“No sir, it’s almost evening now but my father taught me to greet good morning whenever I meet someone for the first time. It has become a habit now irrespective of the position of the sun with respect to us”

The trio exchanged glances while the youngest one said “Please be seated and introduce yourself” with a warm smile.

“Hello I am Pratyush Khurana, born and brought up here in Salt Lake with aspirations to live all across the globe. My project is on development of Android based social messaging application. We are a team of six people and I am designing the weird smileys”

“Great. Pratyush you have managed to keep an excellent track record since the first year. Exact six pointers all the way, except in the last semester. I am curious to know how you managed this”

“Sir it’s a sacred form of art. Staying still on a hypotenuse isn’t a kid’s game”

“Well, then why did you get a seven point three in the last semester?”

 I replied, “Clearly I was tired and my monkey instinct took over, thus the leap” shrugging my shoulder.

I did see a hint of smile on all three interviewers.

Half way through the interview the youngest one exclaimed

“Pratyush you seem to have a decent track record till you entered college. Eighty nine percentile in boards and two zero one rank in JEE.

A joker is not capable of getting ninety percent scholarship. What happened?”

The 1000 beats-per-minute thumping heart was stuck in my parched throat. I looked dumbstruck at the interviewer.

Interviewer continued “I will give you one option. We have ten more students to interview after which we will call you again. You will have One Minute to express why you are suitable for our company. Get out”.

I walked out with my eyes still fixated on the ground and ran six floors above, straight to the roof. The city looked color coded on a black canvas. The calm environment kept the ‘Joker’ buzzer ringing. The last time anyone called me Joker was three years ago.

             —————To Be Continued