Was this the thing I was nearly waiting one year for??

Why, why, why? Atleast three whys are excused for the disappointed person like me, who wasted ( I guess 'wasted' word does not signify the intensity of my emotion)..rather threw his money for watching the much awaited Don 2. I don't understand why these bollywood directors and producers feel happy in upbeating the expectation of movie-watchers like me and then digging us in the mud of hopeless despair. After the release of Don 1 I heard on some news channel Farhan Akhtar declaring the sequel. I mean, why didn't he searched for good script writer? His father have always been spotted at Award functions prominently listing out the flaws in Indian Cinema when it comes to Story. The movie has no story. There was no use of either Roma or Vardhan. But Farhan had promised the audience, so sequel needed both Priyanka and Boman. Now you may say I am missing Om Puri, but he had no role even in the first part, leave the sequel. You put some good foreign locations and some bomb-blasting stunts, you will get enough hooting in theatres, was may be the plan of Don 2 producers. Damn it, give us something worth watching, you morons!!!

There are evidently two kind of movies which brings real entertainment to audience. One which challenges the audience on intellectual level like Inception in hollywood or Swades in bollywood. Second category covers utter non sense, where audience is warned not to use their heads, movies such as Andaaz Apna Apna, Ajab Prem ki Gajab Kahani. But when shahrukh tries to fuse both streams on screen, the music of Don plays in background and shahrukh throws a nonsense dialogue followed by pathetic quiver of voice (His typical signature popular in back 90s but pitiful now a days), the audience no doubt regrets their decision of watching the movie. I mean, what the heck about the music. Atleast Don 1 music was good, but this is too sadistic. Slow 80s music plays on which Shah Rukh praises himself. Before the theft at the bank, the team prepares their plan, during these scenes the music which plays in background suddenly defeats the lullaby my mother used to sing me in my childhood. The helplessness of the Roma to kill Don, whom she was searching for, relentlessly for 5 years, just because she still had the soft spot for him, gives final stamp on the pathetic script writing. And just for the sake of technology, they released Don 2 in 3d, moreover there is no prominent stunt in the movie which needs 3D effect. That must be some money making stratagy I guess.

Without story Dabaang was hit because Salman pulled it out somehow, but if Don 2 gets success on Box office, it will be solely because of the Don theme Amitabh Bacchan created decades ago and the innocence of Indian film audience. Just while writing this blog, I found on some filmy website, someone announced that in next diwali we can expect Don3, I say What the ...k!!!

Ghost Protocol

The movie starts with remote russian prisonbreak by IMF operators, and within the havoc of prisoners you see your favourite Mission Impossiblist. He clearly shows the signs of aging, but that has no effect on his appearance and his style. This movie is somewhat different than his ancestors. Usually MI movies directly jump to hardcore action but this movie takes off slowly but once the action starts, it outruns the ancestors whether it be the mind-blowing technology or the breath-taking climbing sequence on Burj Dubai. The camoflauge technology shown in the movie was the masterpiece. Let it be the sandstorms or the bomb blast at kremlin, movie promises the extreme action entertainment.

On the grounds of storyline, the movie does not do well, but I say what the hell, who goes to mission impossible for good story?? We love Tom Cruise and want to watch him do the thundering action pieces with atmost cool. The appearance of Anil Kapoor is negligibly small to remember. One more thing that I noticed was that image of India to foreign filmmakers is so restricted, this could be noticed from the fact that even in the five star party, girls within Indian dresses are shown dancing which I personally have never seen anywhere. I remembered watching First Indiana Jones movie where the India was portrayed like the place where people eat all craps like monkey blood and all. What impression it could create on those who have no exposure to India. Oops, I diverted a lot from the topic. Anyway, if we start taking all these things so seriously, there would be no Russian fans of Tom Cruise.

So, go and watch the movie in multiplex for the awesome stunts and hi fi technology. Because when Ethan Hunt jumps from the tallest building on Earth and mission impossible music plays in background, either you will miss the heartbit or will have goosebumps. If neither of this happens, call ambulance immediately, because there is something seriously wrong with your nervous system.  

Romantic Prodigy I

In the recess, the notice-board which often was deserted, was surrounded by the large group of students. Some walkers were wondering about what notice apart from the results would have grabbed attention of such a huge crowd. Few girls came out from the front and started discussing, "Do you know, who is Rohit?" "No yaar, but he won the college level essay competition, I heard he is in our class." "I don't know any Rohit." "Yeah me too, perhaps its time to know him", the girl gave a naughty smile to her friend. On the corner wall of the porch, a boy smiled greedily.

The class was supposed to start at 3 o clock but only few students were present inside the class when the professor entered. Among the students Rohit was the one sitting alone on the bench. Slowly students started coming and as the old habit, the professor was giving them time to settle down. The boy came hurriedly across the hall and sat next to Rohit as if somebody will take the seat from him. Actually he was the only benchmate and the best friend of Rohit, Dhruv. "You won't believe what I heard today?", exclaimed Dhruv. "No, I won't", Rohit smiled without looking at him. He was busy solving the yesterday's homework problem. "Nisha and Prerna were talking about you." "Why?", Rohit said casually, but Dhruv was looking as if Rohit slapped him on face. "How do you ask the question, why?" Rohit gave an honest confused look. "Dude, if the most popular girls in the class talk about you, you don't ask why? You just jump in the air and dance." The professor restlessly started the lecture knowing that these people will never settle down and keep quite. "I bet today one of them will come and talk with you.", Dhruv slapped on the table. " Yeah sure", Rohit replied. Dhruv was aware of the fact that Rohit didn't even listen to the last line. After the lecture was over, everybody started leaving the room and Rohit was teaching Dhruv to solve the problem which he didn't listen properly, being engrossed in his self possessed fantasies. Suddenly Rohit realized the head dangling from above was not Dhruv's alone. He suddenly lifted his face and saw the girl looking at him. She smiled at him and said, "I read your essay. It was really worth winning." "Thanks", he muttered. It was followed by the long awkward pause. "So where did you read it?", Rohit spoke finally. "I was the analysis team member." "Oh..thats good." "Ok, see you later.", she left the room. "So, who was she? Nisha or Prerna?" "I don't know...but none of them for sure.", Dhruv looked disheartened.
           

Next day Dhruv came running as usual and whispered in conspiratory tone, "Rohit, the name of the girl who have a thing for you is Pranjali." "Which girl?", Rohit muttered indifferently. "The one who congratulated you yesterday.", snapped Dhruv. As Rohit turned his head around the classroom, he found her friendly face smiling towards him. As the part of courtesy he smiled back. "See, don't you notice the obvious?" "Yeah maybe..", Rohit spoke with thinking distantly. Rohit was among those boys who for the most part of their college life maintained a low profile. He was never the popular guy but the recent essay competition suddenly brought him into limelight. In old times, he never had to care about the classmates but now everywhere he found the smiling and friendly faces ready to start the conversations. He had the ambition of being a writer. He used to write the short stories but used to keep them to himself. One day he showed his stories to his friend Dhruv. Dhruv praised him madly and suggested him to publish them in some magazines but he discarded the idea. He used to read books and one day it struck him that he could write not better but of same quality of what he was reading. He left the book and decided to go for higher league. He went and brought the Shakespeare works, but within few days he hit the waves of depression. The dramatic handling of the topics and linguistic interpolation by Shakespeare was too heavy for his mind. Then one day he found the book "War and Peace" by Leo Tolstoy and he fell in love with his style of writing. He googled about Tolstoy and started reading the philosophy and then he came to know the fact that Tolstoy believed that he can not write about something unless he had been through it and thats why to prove his point he went through all the hardships of the War. This was the secret of his narrative power, Rohit thought. He remembered the lame novels which he used to read, he thought of starting his first masterpiece. But for the start, he needed the topic. There was nothing grand in his life which could be portrayed as the masterpiece story. He decided to wait for the right moment.

Today seating on the balcony of his house, Rohit was thinking of the same chance he was awaiting for. The Reader's digest have announced the competition for the upcoming novelist, the writers were supposed to submit their story and the panel of prominent Indian writers were supposed to select the best amongst them. The competition consisted of the qualifying round which required the short story. Rohit had sent one of his stories and surprisingly was qualified. Now he along with 50 other writers was competing for the Award. He was thinking of the genre of the story. The romantic story was the first and foremost ambition of any writer. He thought of the girl Pranjali. They had been good friends after the essay competition. Obviously she liked him. Rohit remembered the Tolstoy approach, if you had to write it, you must go through it. He was reluctant about his decision but the last date of submission of the story was coming fast. Only 3 months were left and Rohit was yet to decide the genre. But today seating in balcony at the wee hours of the cold morning, he took his decision. It was the time to apply Tolstoy approach.

There was risk involved in the plan. I must get her into the belief that I love her, Rohit warned himself. Next day morning, he waited for her at the canteen which was now the daily place of their meetings. He decided to make the move today. The excitement of proposing someone must be felt first-handed, he thought. He saw her from far away and was trying to think of typical Bollywood scenario where girl approaches boy slowly and the boy watches her beauty in awe. "I want to talk something important with you", he spoke even before she took her place. "Good morning!!", was her reply. He was taking mental note of all her behavioural changes. "Tell me what is it?", she took a sip of coffee which he had ordered for her. "I am not sure how to start." Rohit was trying to add each and every spice of an uncertain and under-confident hero to his character. "I think I am falling for someone", he added gently. Her expressions became suddenly intense and more attentive. "Do you mean to say that you have liking for someone?", she spoke breathlessly. "I think I am in love but I don't have any clue how to reveal my feelings.", Rohit gave her a helpless glance. The tact of creating virtual competitor for a girl was always effective. She frowned and asked, "Who is she?" "I guess she knows but right now she seems to be confused whether she knows it or not?" She heard it and smiled. He knew he had conveyed the message, because her face was blushing madly. Today they walked together in campus as usual except for the fact that today he was holding her hand.....

   The boy was waiting eagerly when he saw the angelic beauty conquering the surrounding. The girl of his dreams was walking towards him. She was wearing the Red Salwar Kameez, her long black hairs, the strand of hair which she was repeatedly shifting behind her ear. Her smile was the beautiful reminder to him that he would like to keep her happy and right at that moment he decided to tell her that he had madly, immensely and irrevocably fallen in love, Dhruv was reading the draft aloud. When he stopped Rohit was eager to listen to the feedback of his only critic. Dhruv looked pale when he spoke, "Dude, how come your writing getting so bad? I mean you are describing the dress and hairs of a girl. You are not supposed to submit final draft like this? This is such a novice writing. Even I could write something like that. There is no creativity. Last line is the copy of famous twilight novel." Rohit was not at all ready for this blast. He got angry over his incapability not to please Dhruv. "But I did it The tolstoy way.", he felt the helplessness in his own voice. Dhruv was acquainted with his tolstoy obsession of his friend. He suddenly jumped from the chair and asked, "Don't you say that you had faked love? Who is the girl?", But the moment Dhruv put this question he realized that he knew the answer. "No, You didn't do it with Pranjali?", he waited for the answer. But in reply he could see the guilt in Rohit's eyes. Pranjali was not only close to Rohit but also the close friend of Dhruv. "You should not have applied this tolstoy approach bullshit in real life", and he stormed out of the room. 

Webovert

On the sunday morning, I was reading the Times of India and my little cousin was studying, rather mugging some English words. He asked me the meaning of the word, Introvert. I told him casually, the person who is always indulged in his own thoughts and shy on the social interaction scale is called as Introvert. "Then what is the opposite of it?", he fired back instantly. Extrovert, I responded. "Oh, that means a person can either be Introvert or Extrovert?", he asked innocently. "Nope, depending upon the situation, someone may be introvert sometime and extrovert at other times. They call it Ambivert. "So all the people has to be any one of these three?", my cousin was desperate to catagorize the human species. I kept mum, but I knew that there were another kind of human race, which was evolving fast enough, they were neither introvert nor extrovert, they were webovert.  

         

This kind of people are introvert in real life. They have such a low profile in social life that they are nearly invisible but you can find them profoundly stating their own opinions and judgement over social media. They debate on different issues on internet forums but could not utter word in group discussions. I remember a friend of mine, who always used to chat with girls on facebook or orkut but never gathered the courage to talk with them in college lunch breaks. The main reason for their extrovert nature on web was the fact that they knew that they won't be judged instantly for their statements. Web chats always give you enough time to smartly decide the next move for the oncoming response or comment. The attitude of freedom of speech intensifies on web, whether it be facebook status or blogging. In earlier days, you have to be either writer or columnist to address large amount of reader crowd but today social interactivity has manyfolded, thanks to facebook, twitter, wordpress etc. 

Do you think I would have discussed all my view to you, face to face. Thank God, I am Webovert!!!!

The fame game

"I need to put something dazzling status on facebook.", my friend just shouted out loud after a thoughful silence. "??", me. "Dude, you know people like my status a lot." and he started of thinking some jargon sentences to put, whether it may be a love/sacrifice type of quote or some career/philosophy kind of stuff. There are many people around us who are just like my friend. Their desperate need to seek attention encroaches their thinking power and rather than understanding the essence of these wisdomic(i know this is not proper English) sentences, they just want to flash it out publicly and get appreciated. And thanks to Mark Zuckerburg, we don't have any scale for appreciating a thought. So a single LIKE can misguide the naive mind of the one who puts the status. Then he starts floating in air thinking of himself as Socrates, Plato, Aristotle. As the LIKEs increases, he become more and more dogmatic about his thought process. Then rises the army of LIKEans. (This may be the effect of me watching the Underworld movie recently...:D) He then checks the ones who liked his status and in order to keep them happy and loyal to him, he LIKEs their status without thinking.
   
Thus all the ethics and morals of thought process, wisdom and word power are flushed into the derogatory fame game of Social networking.

Rockstar

The Imtiaz Ali Direction, Return of True A.R. Rehman musical saga, impressive and diverse looks of Ranbir Kapoor, these much temptations are enough for anybody to go and watch the movie Rockstar. The starting 45 minutes creates a very good and promising impression to look forward to, but as the movie progresses, the looks of Ranbir Kapoor changes but the storyline becomes stale and slow. The expectation with which viewer waits for some interesting turning event to occur in story never comes. The story entangles within itself in the confused state of mind of the hero, JORDAN. The Ranbir was as usual ok with his performance. The new comer Nargis had given her best but it is remotely satisfactory. The story going to Prague (CZech) has nothing to do except for capturing the scenic beauty in the songs. The title Rockstar suggests the struggle of the actor but story portraits his personal struggle for love. The struggle of upcoming talent is just compacted in a song Kun Faya Kun. The movie editing is really bad, you can easily sense it while watching.

Lets come to Imtiaz's direction. The dialogues in the movie reminds you of the Jab We Met dialogues. Imtiaz tries to create the same charisma of JWM but repeating the theme 'Dialogues said by heroine in the first half being repeated by Hero in the second half' (just like uska photo jala de theme of JWM) but it creates less impact. The storyline becomes too predictable in the second interval. The Biggest advantage of this movie is the melodious and rocking A.R.Rehman music. All the songs are fantastic. I guess only Rehman has the power to deliver a complete package with all types of songs. This time his magic is supported by Mohit Chauhan who justifies each and every song. Truelly speaking, music will have the biggest part if Rockstar succeeds on Box Office. The another thing for which I went to see the movie is the fact that it is the last movie in which we could the Legendry Shammi Kapoor Ji. Anyways, more or less the Romantic Prodigy which Imtiaz tries to portray fails on many fronts.

I won't say don't watch the movie but rather don't watch it with too much expectations.

Weird Conversation

I:Hi, I have heard a lot about you but never had a chance to meet you.

She: Glad to meet you.

I:I never knew you are so vibrant.

She: Thanks for the compliment.

I: No really, I thought you would be quite old.

She: Yeah, many people had that perception of me.

I:You may be welcoming lot of people like me everyday. It must be boring to talk them into confirt zone.

She: First, it looks strange but then when they come to know me, we share good repo. Take your example, do you remember how nervous you were when you first came to meet me.

I: Yeah, I still remember. Your stunning and dashing look astonished me. Your glamour dumbstrucked me. I thought it will take me a long time to befriend you.

She: Oh, is it so? But now look at you, you seems to be falling in love with me.

I: Ah, I dont know about love but I surely like to spend time with you.

She: Then its just the start, see what happens next.

I: Haha, ok I need to go now, sorry but I didn't catch your name.

She: My name is Banglore City and if by chance you meet my baby sister, be aware of her, she is a real charmer.

I: Oh, is it? What's her name?

She: Pune City.

Time Machine 8

The big panel board was blinking lots of lights, each one responsible for the accurate functioning of all the subsystems of the satellite system. George Thompson was floating efficiently across the corridors of the space shuttle. The anti-gravity training helped him a lot to survive in the breath-taking floating lifestyle. It was nearly 20 hours after the launch of the satellite. 'Within 5 more hours, I will be at the space center', thought George. 'I have dedicated a lot for this day to come', he thought and suddenly remembered Tom Ford, he felt the guilt rising within him, after all these years he could not forget that day. Suddenly the propeller indicator stopped blinking and the space shuttle encountered violent turbulence. George Thompson swiftly motioned himself to the control panel to check the readings of the propeller speed and thruster adjustments. To his shock, he saw the reading panel was showing the most absurd result, and he then realized the worst fear of his life, the tiny equipment in his pocket started beeping, all it could mean is that the time machine in his pocket has detected the time travel.

In the detention room of the Virginia University library, two people were standing aghast. They had seen something which their eyes witnessed but their brain refused to accept. General Wattson has pointed the gun towards the imposter while he was trying to acccess his cellphone and warned him to abandon the equipment. When the boy continued typing Wattson pulled the trigger without any hesitation but the bullet never reached the target. The boy disappeared into the thin air like some unexplainable trick in the magical show. The Chinese boy was horror struck, first because he was being pointed at by gun by some serious military man and secondly because the boy standing next to him who looked perfectly normal did something so humanely abnormal. When General Wattson got back his senses, he moves carefully across the room and bent down at the corner to pick up the wasted bullet. He examined it and smiled, after all his shots never missed the target, the bullet was covered with the blood.

Rohan woke up to find the ceiling of the room strange, there were wired sockets and LEDs, he could not move his one hand but the other hand moved involuntarily almost without effort. Slowly, he was becoming aware of the pain in his whole body. When he could open his both eyes wide he found that he was tied to the chair and his legs were floating. He felt the extremities of exhaustion, it was as if he was running continuously for miles. Then he saw his right hand bleeding but he could not feel it, he tried to move his shoulder muscle when he felt the pain as if the whole hand was about to be ripped off. He decided to leave the hand unless he find some help. As he rolled his eyes around, he could see that he was in the control room and suddenly he realized where was he? He have successfully teleported himself to the space shuttle. But he could not find the time machine anywhere near to him. He waited for a long time and then from the neighbouring chamber a body came floating and he realized the exact resemblence of the man with the face he saw on the website. He had the time machine in his hands, he came in front of Rohan and just broke the machine into two parts by pushing some knobs. Then he opened one small oven like chamber and put the machine parts in it and closed the oven. Rohan found the flames burning the parts of the machine. Then George Thompson came near him and said, "Rohan I know you are in big trauma right now, but I want to ensure you that I am here to help you out." "You are a murderer and how am I supposed to believe you?", Rohan asked furiously. "Ok, I will explain you it all from the start. You are the victim of a delusional disorder called Schizophrenia where you imagine the unrealistic things happening around you. All your fantacy world characters you try to bring into your life and suddenly you loose your grip over what is real. You imagined yourself with the Harry Potter scenario and considered yourself to be unaware of all the time machine secrets. Then suddenly one day a man approaches you and tells you something which you thought would happen only in dreams, just like the Harry Potter story. You then moulded the character of Albus Dumbledore into Tom Ford who told you about the Villian and left you without any direction how to defeat him." This time George Thompson took a long pause. He could see the doubt rised in the eyes of a boy. "You are more delusional dependencies from the fictions like X-men. You resembled the old friendship of Professor X and magneto from the Xmen and their further dispute with your Prof Ford and your so called villian George Thompson whom you assigned to me." "Wait you mean to say that all this is creation of my mind?", rohan asked confused. "Yeah" "And how would you justify all your accussions?" "Because we created the profile of your brain imagination. From childhood, you were under the great influence of Hollywood movies and fascinated by the concepts of time travel. All these hallucinations did not take place in one single day then build themselves up gradually through your dreams and finally one day you lost the grip of reality.", George Thompson was explaining everything with utmost sincerity which made Rohan more and more confused. 'Think logically and reason with his explainations', rohan's conscience was telling him to neglect the immense body pain. "I think you are trying to play mind games with me. Because if I am the one who is hallucinating then how can I allow you to break them?" George Thompson smiled and replied, "Because on some level your conscience is doubting your illusions whether it is the effect of our medicines or your will power, I am not completely sure of." "When you say our medicines what do you mena to say?", Rohan asked sarcastically. "Whether do you believe it or not, you are in the hospital getting the psycological treatment" "Then how can you justify the every single detail I am noticing here, we being in the anti gravity chamber of the space shuttle." "Because mind is very powerfull tool when it comes to imagining things.", George Thompson continued, "I will ask you one more question which would help you differentiate on the illusionist and realistic grounds. Why did you go 3 years in future when you could not find the so called George Thompson in first place?" "Because I could not go past in the parallel reality to fetch him.", Rohan fumbled these words but at this time his confidence in his own theories started shaking a bit. "There lies my question, why did you go by exact 3 years, why not 4?" There was a long silence. George knew that Rohan's mind will need some more time to comprehend this treachery of illusion.

Time Machine 7

The Guard requested Rohan politely but still he felt horrified. "What happened?", he asked cautiously. 'Should I run?', he negotiated this aspect but rejected it immmediately as the Guard was too close and there was no exits. "You entered the building without Icard." "Who told you?", Rohan asked him suspiciously. "That girl over there.", the guard pointed out towards the first floor. Rohan saw the same girl, Stephnie talking with some old person whose overall profile perfectly suited the typical librarian. Rohan followed the guard silently until they reached a room. It was written on the door, 'Detention Room' in bold letters. The guard stared at him for a long time and finally spoke, "Wait inside till the Librarian comes in." and he left. Rohan decided to teleport outside as soon as he enters the room. The moment he entered the room, he saw the flaw in the plan, there was a chinese boy sitting on the table with laptop in his hands. The boy smiled at him and Rohan reciprocated the smile, went and sat on the adjoining table. "So, what is your sin?, By the way I am Chang Lee." The boy extended his hand for handshake. "I entered the library without Id Card and you?", asked Rohan. "Nothing special, I just hacked the NASA website." Rohan thought that he heard something absurd and surprisedly said, "What?" "Yeah, sounds difficult but once you crack the authentication code its all cup of tea.", he smiled. Rohan did not believe it but still he showed the expression of acceptance. "You dont believe me, don't you?", Chang Lee asked him again. 'I don't care what website you crack, I have my own problems', Rohan thought to himself. "Let me show you one thing, do you know the alumni professor of our university someone named Thompson had started the space journey and I can show you the live streaming of his Space-shuttle position.", the moment Chang Lee spoke these words Rohan watched him aghast. 'What the heck?', he thought and jumped out of his chair and went near the laptop to see the miracle. "Are you joking?", Rohan asked unbelievably. "Dude, why else do you think they called millitary people to interrogate me?", spoke Chang Lee with pride in his eyes.

"What did he tell you?", asked the librarian to Stephnie. "He asked me to help him get inside the building as he forgot to bring his I card. I smelled something was wrong, the moment he told me about some foreign exchange program.", girl said thoughfully. "Sir, we have our visitors here.", the guard interrepted the conversation. The librarian went outside hurriedly. It was the first time he was attending some military personnel and that too General Wattson. He was the close ally of the late Prof. Ford. He went outside the library and greeted the General with a nervous smile. The General was a tall person with massive physique. He was about too say something when the guard came running and screaming towards them. "Its him sir, I remember, its him. He was there the next day when Prof. Ford was killed. I saw him disappear just in front of my eyes.", Guard said restlessly. "What?", the librarian was confused but the General Wattson listened to him carefully and gave some instruction to the tactical team along with him. They all spread into the building immediately. "Is he the same guy who broke into NASA network?", asked the General. "No sir, his name is Chang Lee and he is the student of Computer Department, I have both of them waiting in the Detention Room.", librarian spoke half expecting to be appreciated for his presence of mind. But General Wattson was thinking something else. He had been reported about this incidence of disappearance of a boy from the college 3 years ago, just the day after the tragic murder of Prof. Ford. Some of the intel. have told of finding the body same as that of Prof. Ford in some city in India but before he could investigate further into the matter, he was given the responsibility of the security of Prof. Thompson. Later he tried to track the intel. but it was missed. He always had a strange feeling that someday he will solve the whole murder mystery. After all these years of service in military, the one thing he learned was Never Give Up. "Let us get that son of a bitch", General Wattson took pistol out of his pocket and ran towards the library entrance.

"Are you sure, this really is the exact location of the satellite?", Rohan asked Chang. He felt astonished by the fact of watching such a classified information. "Yeah, the exact coordinates of satellite, longitude, lattitude and altitude." Rohan was stupefied to see how things were turning out for him. Right now he knew the exact location of the enemy. 'I should remember these coordinates, the moment I teleport outside, I will try to teleport to the location', he started planning everything in his mind when he heard the noise outside the room. He neglected it when he saw the coordinates changing its location after each few seconds. 'Oh crap, how can i teleport if I have no exact location after getting outside.', he felt like there were many Rohans standing in his head everybody making there own point and then One more Rohan came and asked, "hey idiot, first tell me how would you get out of here?", the moment he realized this, all the imagination went away like bubble popping away. He heard the door opening and military man pointing his gun at him, "Freeze, you are under arrest.", the chinese boy was so bewildered that he dropped the laptop on the table and put his arms on his head. Rohan knew that he must get out before the soldier catches him. He knew he had only one choice left. It was the do or die situation except for the fact that he may die anyway. Unless he had got in such situation, he would not have dared to take this decision. He saw the coordinates on the laptop and he felt the time machine in the pocket ready to enter the coordinates. Within a flash of second, he took out the time machine and started entering the coordinates. He heard the millitary soldier screaming to drop the machine, the moment he pressed the altitude coordinates he heard the sound of gun firing. He closed his eyes and pressed OK. Everything went black and suddenly, he felt the pain rising in his whole body. He felt like standing in the fire and each tissue of his body protested the pain until it reached his head and then he realized the explosion in his head, the only thing he knew now was that this was the death.

Time Machine 6

When Rohan wake up, he found himself on the ground of the same place where he was 3 years ago. It was night time, he checked once again the CURRENT DATE and TIME in the machine. It was 20 Aug 2014 and it was 3.00 am. He felt exhausted, from head to the legs, every part of his body was aching. He carefully watched the surrounding and found no guards on duty, on the contrary, there were students wandering in groups, talking some technical stuff. The other building on the next turn must be the library, Rohan thought as many students went inside and out with handful of books, even at that time. Most of them were of his age only, 'there should be no problem in entering the library', Rohan decided to wait into library till sun rises and all staff comes back to the college. But as he reached entrance, he found the doors were locked and could only be opened by the swapping the Id card. 'I must accompany someone to get in.', he thought and started looking at the incoming crowd. He found no friendly faces. 'Maybe some Indian or at least Asian guy', he prayed but none came. Then within few minutes, the crowd started fading. 'I must ask someone, otherwise I have to stand in the cold', he instructed himself. He saw a girl coming from the corridor, as she came near he noticed her to be American as she had blonde hair, he gathered his courage and approached, "Excuse me, can I talk with you for a moment?" "Yes", she asked defensively. She was surprised to see a boy in the Tshirt, three-forth and slippers wandering in the cold night. "Actually I forgot to bring the Id card with me, I have to get in the library, can you help me get in?", Rohan spoke it all monotonically. "Ok", she said after thinking for a moment. "Which department do you belong to?", she asked casually as they started climbing the stairs. 'Think fast you moron, and bluff convincingly at this time at least.' "Physics Department", he mumbled somehow.
"Which year?"
"First"
"You are kidding, I am also in first year Physics, I never saw you around."
'Oh shit, why does this has to happen?', he thought for a long time and said, "I am international student, came here for the 9 month internship from India, just joined the college yesterday", Rohan tried to manage the situation.
She swapped her ID card into the door panel and opened the door for him. Both entered into the library, it was the huge library with 5 floors. She went near the stairs and said, "See ya later" and started climbing up. "One more thing", Rohan interrupted suddenly, "Can you tell me where can I find about the lecturers in Physics Department", she pointed towards the computer room across the hall.
"You can see everything on the intranet there."
"Do I need Id card there?"
"No, once you entered the library, everything is accessible.", she smiled.
"Thanks a lot..."
"Stephnie", she smiled and went away.
Rohan went inside the computer room and sat on the PC, he started the browser and opened the intranet. After searching here and there for some time, finally he got the physics department website and went into the Lecturer record. His heartbeats started increasing. He searched for the name, 'George Thompson', in the list but he could not find it there. His heart missed the beat, his hands started sweating even in the Air conditioned environment. 'This is all wrong, the professor has to be there', he argued with himself. 'Or may be it was foolish of me to come into the future, he could have left the job and went to some other place.' He sat there helplessly, tears started rolling out of his eyes. He moped them and once again typed the same name in the search window and hit enter. Number of results came back, the firstresult was the University weekly magazine of the August edition. He felt relaxed and clicked the link immediately. the page opened up and Rohan started reading it.
'It was proud moment for the University when the honorable scientist Dr. George Thompson was declared as the first Civilian being selected for landing on the USA's space center. It was the huge victory of NASA over their Russian Counterpart by launching the bigger space center in the GEO orbit. Dr. George Thompson, was the major part and the influencing force for the whole mission. The reports have confirmed that Dr. Thompson is starting his historical journey on 19th Aug.....'
Rohan was staring at the desktop helplessly. The feeling of depression had pervaded over his mind and soul. 'Everything is lost, I can not reach the man in this time either.', the strong urge rose into his mind to go back to his house and tell everything to his parents and ask them for help. But then he remembered the words by Prof. Ford, "Changes in future will trigger the butterfly effect." He closed his eyes and started praying, "God, please let this be dream. please end this nightmare and wake me up in my home", suddenly he felt the hand on his shoulder, "Excuse me sir, you must accompany me.", he turned his head and to his horror, he was facing the same guard he had dodged 3 years ago.

TiMe Machine 5

'I must leave this place write now', Rohan thought to himself. 'The body will start stinking soon and future mom dad may wake up any time. But where can I find George Thompson. I must go to Virginia University.' He took the electronic machine in hand and started exploring it. There were two modes, teleportation and time travel. He entered on the teleportation option. The window popped up and asked for the location coordinates. 'What are the location coordinates?', he searched it on the internet and found them. May be I should take the laptop with me so that it will be helpful there. He started shivering, whether it was because of the excitement or the fear of doing it, he was quite unsure of. He went to the kitchen and drank the glass of water and came back to the drawing room where the body of the Professor was lying. He took the time machine in one hand and the laptop in other hand and pressed the OK button. He thought he was prepared for the upcoming pain but it was all fresh experience without any pain just slight dizziness. When his legs hit the earth, he was standing on the grass lawn in the middle of the university campus. It was the day time. Suddenly he felt the pain in the back of his head exploding out and he went unconscious. When he opened his eyes he was lying on the ground and it was night time. The time machine was still in his right hand. He felt like puking, so he sat on the grass for nearly 10 minutes. Slowly, he got control on himself. The first thing he noticed was that his laptop was not there. 'Maybe electronic components can not pass through space-time', he thought to himself. He saw on the screen of the time machine, to his surprise it was in the time travel mode. 'How did this happen? I remember setting the teleportation mode. Suddenly a flash of memory came to his mind, he had been standing on the grass in the morning time. Confused with the whole incidence, he stood up and started noticing the surrounding. He was standing in the middle of two ancient buildings. It was the Virginia University College campus. There were no lights on the streets or ground but the corridors of the building were lit. On the other end of the corridor, a guard was smoking a cigarette. Suddenly Rohan noticed the cold atmosphere. He was wearing the T-shirt and the three-fourth. 'How am I supposed to find George Thompson in such a cold.', Rohan started shivering violently. He ran towards the building and entered the corridor. The guard noticed him and approached him quickly. "Hey there, what are you doing here at this time?", guard asked him angrily. "I am the student of Prof. George Thompson. I was working in his lab for my project." "Oh really?", the guard asked sarcastically. Rohan had a strong feeling that guard has not brought any of that. "Show me some Id", demanded the guard. "Oh..I forgot it in the lab", Rohan started fumbling. As the suspicious guard started approaching towards him, he started running back towards the grounds. The guard cried out loud for the other guards and started chasing Rohan. Rohan ran fastly across the grounds running into the other building. Thankfully, there was no guard in this building. He remembered being chased by the dog once and then taking 5 injections. 'I must not fail this time, think something', suddenly he got an idea. He took out the time machine from the pocket and started the teleportation mode. In the drop down menu, he found the last coordinates being entered, he stopped running and changed the location coordinate by fraction. "Freeze or I will shoot you", screamed the guard from the back. Rohan turned around and saw the guard pointing a gun towards him. 'Hey calm down man, I am just a kid. No need of gun.', Rohan spoke negotiatively. But from inside, he was terrified to the hell. "We got him", Rohan heard another guard from his back. 'Oh shit, I am trapped.', thought Roahn. Both the guards started cornering him. Without any warning, he pressed the button on the time machine and the whole world started whirling around him. When he hit the earth, he lost his balance and found himself on the middle of the highway. The moment he opened his eyes, he saw the truck approaching rapidly from the front. He rolled himself all across the road and came near to the divider. He nearly missed the Truck. "Watch out you jackass", yelled the driver. Somehow, he climbed the road-divider and came to the other side of the road. In front of him, he saw the huge entrance of the Virginia University. 'Thank god for giving me the idea.', overwhelmed by the idea of narrowly missing death, Rohan started thinking fastly. 'How could the guards in the university be so hostile that they pointed gun at me? Which time is this?', he thought to himself. After being time traveled with Prof. Ford, he had lost the track of the date. He thought may be the time machine can help him. He went into the menu and started exploring each option carefully. It was just like the normal mobile phone, handy and simple. Then he found the option. CURRENT DATE AND TIME. He clicked. It was 20 Aug, just the next day when he first met Prof. Ford. 'Oh...may be the security was tight because of the murder in Prof. Ford's lab yesterday. I must go and check where can I find this Thompson.' He walked helplessly towards the entrance gate. The cold air was making his toes and hands numb, from the far distance, he could see the security personnel on the Gates. 'I can not go in like that.' He took the time machine once again and found one interesting option, CALIBRATION. He entered into it and put it into fine tune mode. He could see the lawn from the Gates, it was nearly 800mtrs, he approximately calculated the displacement achieved by varying the single digit in the location coordinates and set the new coordinates accordingly. 'Please let this work.', he prayed and pressed the button. When he opened back his eyes, he was standing beside the same wall as previous but the only difference was this time he was inside the campus. He walked slowly through the dark and reached the same building. There he found the chair and table where he first saw the guard sitting. He walked slowly towards the table and found the paper lying on the table. On the first page, he saw the same picture which he saw on internet from his home. The body which was lying with one hand cut. He read through the article searching for the name of George Thompson, when he found the lines, 'Prof George Thompson, who was the close friend of the murdered scientist is taken into the unknown secure location by the police authorities. Taking into consideration the hand of terrorist forces, FBI has intervened into the matter' 'Oh great, now I can not reach Thompson', Rohan felt hopeless. Suddenly he saw the same old guard coming back to his security-post. Rohan silently went back into the grounds and stood in the darkness. 'Great, the murderer is given the protection and I became fugutive. This is my bad time.' And something stroked his mind. 'Yes, this is bad time. Because once the FBI fails to solve the case, they will leave him and he will come back to the University. I must go in future!' He opened the time travel mode in the time machine and pressed the exact time with 3 years farther. 'My quest ends in the future.', he convinced himself and pressed the button.

दिलजले

एक लड़का था, सीधा साधा भोला भाला. नाम था उसका आशीष. बचपन से ही पढाईमें अव्वल था. उसके रहनसहनमें एक सादगी थी. हमेशा दोस्तोंकी वो मदद करता था. दोस्तोका वो सबसे चहिता था, और माँ-बाप का लाडला. समय की रफ़्तार कभी ना थमी, अच्छे कॉलेज में आशीष की एडमिशन जमी. नये दोस्त नयी जगह, आशीष ने कायम राखी अपनी छवी. अचानक एक दिन उसकी जिंदगी में आया सैलाब, उसने जाना की उसका दिल उसके पास नहीं है, डर के मारे वो हर जगह ढूंडने लगा. तभी उसने एक लड़की को देखा, वो उसका दिल लेके जा रही थी. भागते-दौड़ते वो उस लड़की के पास आया, लेकिन उससे कुछ कह नहीं पाया. कुछ कहने के लिए चाहिए था उसे जिगर, जो उस लड़की ने पहले से ही चुरा लिया था. हताश हो कर वो पलट गया. जब उसने अपने दिल (खोने) की बात दोस्तोंको बताई, तब एक दोस्त रोहित खुशीसे चिल्लाया, " ऐ मेरे मासूम दोस्त, तू इश्क के समंदर में गया है डूब, अब ले मजे तैरने के खूब" दोस्तोंका हँसिमजाक उसने बहोत सहा, लेकिन उस लड़की का खयाल हमेशा उसके जहन में रहा. कॉलेज में हमेशा उसकी नजरे उसे ढुंडती थी, लेकिन जब कभी वो सामने होती थी तो ये खुद अपनी नजरे पलट देता था. डरता था की कही उसकी आँखे तो उसके सारे अरमान ना बयां कर दे. एक दिन अचानक वह लड़की आशीष के पास आयी, उसके धडकनोंकी रफ़्तार तेज़ हुई. "आशीष, क्या तुम मुजे अपनी कॉपी दे सकते हो?", उसने मुस्कुराते हुए पूछा. "हां.", एक लब्ज के सिवा आशीष कुछ ना कह सका. तभी उसने देखा की उसके दोस्तोंकी टोली सड़क के उस पार खड़ी होकर सब देख रही है. उसने सोचा, 'मर गए आज तो बहोत खिचाई होने वाली है. अच्छा है की ये सब कमीने सड़क के उस पार है.' तभी रोहित अचानक वहा आया. "अरे नालायक, मैं तुझे कबसे कॉपी मांग रहा था तब मुझे नहीं दी, और आज रोशनी ने मागी तो बिना कुछ कहे दे रहा है.", आशीष सोचता ही रहा की इस कमीनेने मुझसे कब कॉपी मांगी, उस पुरी नौटंकीसे अनजान रोशनी सहम गयी और कॉपी वापस करने लगी. तभी आशीष ने कहा, "अरे नहीं नहीं, तुम्हारा काम हो जाने के बाद वापस करना, ये तो मजाक कर रहा है." इस रोहित के बच्चे को तो मैं बहोत पिटूँगा, आशीष मन ही मन में सोच रहा था. "थैंक्स, बाय!!", मुस्कुराते और शरमाते हुए वो लड़की वहा से निकल गयी.
सड़क के उस पार सारे दोस्तोने आशीष को घेर लिया और ताने मारने लगे. "उसके भी दिल में तेरे लिए है प्रीत जागी, लागी लागी लागी प्रेमरोग लागी", रोहित चिल्ला चिल्ला के गाने लगा. "बकवास बंद कर बेशरम.", आशीष गुस्साया. तभी उसने देखा की सड़क के उस पार रोशनी की सहेलियोने भी उसे परेशान कर रखा है...वो दिल ही दिल में मंद मंद मुस्कुराया. अब हर दिन कॉलेज में उसके सारे दोस्त उसे चिढाते थे, वो भी झूट-मुट का गुस्सा दिखाता था लेकिन उसके दिल में भी लड्डू फूटते थे. इसी तरह दो साल बीत गए, और कॉलेज ख़तम हो गया...लेकिन आशीषने कभी अपने दिल की बात बयाँ ना की. उसके सारे दोस्त उसे कहते रहे लेकिन वो चुप रहा, इंतजार में...उसके एक इशारे के इन्तेजार में. वो इशारा जो उसे कभी नसीब ना हुआ. वो अपने दोस्तों को कोसता रहा, क्योंकि वो सोचता था की उनकी वजहसे वो प्यार की ग़लतफहमीमें रहा. कॉलेज के बाद नौकरी के चक्कर में वो सारी पुरानी बातें भूल गया. अचानक, एक दिन रोहित का कॉल आया, "मैं शहर में आया हु...मिलने आ जा." पुराने दोस्त से मिलने की ख़ुशी में वो रेस्तोरां पहुचा तो उसने देखा रोहित के साथ एक लड़की थी. पास जाने के बाद उसने पहचाना की वो उनकी क्लासमेट संगीता थी. थोड़ी देर इधर उधर की बातें करने के बाद रोहित ने पूछा, "रोशनी के कोई बात हुए?" आशीष ने सिर्फ सर हिलाते हुए ना कहा. तभी संगीता बोल पड़ी, "आशीष, हम सब जानते थे की तुम उसे पसंद करते थे...और अभी कुछ दिनों पहले मैं उससे मिली तो उसने बताया की वो भी ये बात जानती थी. हालाँकि तुमने खुद ये बात उसे कभी नहीं बताई, इसीलिए उसने भी तुमसे एक बात छुपाई." "कोनसी बात?", आशीष ने अचंभा से उसे पूछा. "की वो भी तुम्हे पसंद करती थी." "सच!", आशीष की ख़ुशी फुले ना समां रही थी. उसे वो इशारा मिल गया था. मैं कल ही जाकर उसे अपने दिल की बातें बता दूंगा, आशीष ने सोचा. "आशीष, तुने देर कर दी यार.", रोहित बोल पड़ा. "मतलब?", आशीष ने पूछा. "संगीता रोशनीको उसकी शादी में मिली.", कॉफ़ी पीकर जब सब लोग बहार निकले, आशीष अकेला रस्ते पे चल रहा था, अपने आस-पास की दुनियासे उसे कोई लेनादेना ना रहा. सड़क के किनारे एक चाय की दूकान में पुराने रेडियो में गाना बज रहा था, "दिल जलता है तो जलने दे, आंसू ना बहा, फ़रियाद ना कर......"

Time Machine 4

The gloomy atmosphere in the room was making Rohan uncomfortable. Even though he was in the same house, he felt strongly out of place. He had no sense of time except for the fact that it was night time. What is today's date?, he thought to himself. What if future Mom dad and me are sleeping upstairs? What should I do now? He could feel the sweat on his temples. I was never good in handling such situations, how could anybody be good at this?, he questioned himself. 'Should I take Professor to the hospital?' Professor was lying on the ground but he was alive rather breathing heavily. I must give him some break, Rohan thought. So lets summarize the things till now, Professor's friend became his enemy and tried to murder him. Somehow professor escaped from the scene and came to me for the help. But why would he come to me?, he kept talking to himself. Lately strange things started happening with him. One sunday evening, he was watching movie with Mom and Dad while eating food, he realized someone was watching them from the window, they searched the whole neighbourhood for the intruder but could not find him. He still remembered the intruder's eyes when he first noticed him. There was something he knew about those eyes, they felt strangely related. And now here I am at some unknown time with someone I barely know, he thought. He saw Professor waking up and helped him to sit back once again. "Professor, what happened with your friend George? Is the body found in your lab is George Thompson?", Rohan asked reluctantly. "No, George succeeded in his mission. He took the time machine from me.", Professor said heavily. "That means you have more than one time machine?" "No I built a single time machine" "Then please enlighten me how both of you have time machines?", Rohan was irritated obviously. "Because this time machine does not belong to me. Someone came from the future and gave this to me. And he was the one who told me to find you.", Prof explained. "What?", Rohan was shell shocked. "So where is he now? Can't he help us?", Rohan asked eagerly. "No, he told me specifically to reach to you. He said that you are the only ray of hope." "But if he came from the future, may be we can track him down. How does he look?", asked Rohan. "I can't tell you anything about him. It may change your course of action and the whole future may get affected." "Ok, that means he is somehow related to me, isn't he?" "May be may not be. But I must warn you about the evil intentions of George. As I told you he wanted to work on parallel reality.", Professor started speaking again. "Parallel reality is very complex phenomenon. If we can drastically relate any course of action from past to the future, we can create parallel reality. George believed in it. He wanted to travel in the future and know all the things which went wrong with him so that he can make everything right by coming back in the present." "I did not understand, how can I be helpful in any way?", Rohan said. But Professor continued as if he did not here it. "You can say by creating the parallel reality, he made his soul more unstable, psychologically, George has divided his soul in 2 parts. According to my theories, we are right now in the parallel reality. I am dying with each passing second, you have to find him and kill him." "What?", Rohan practically screamed. This person is mad, he wants me to kill other man, how can he think of me as the cold blooded assassin? "You may be wondering, why I am asking you to kill George?", Professor asked patiently. "Well surely" "Because the moment you kill him, we will go back to the real timeline. And then you have to convince him or rather prohibit him once again not to create parallel reality." "So where can we find him? Let us go and hospitalize you first.", Rohan heard himself and thought how casually he said that. But he felt like he must take Professor to hospital, the story telling and future planning can wait. But then he saw and stood aghast, the wound had opened quite large and the floor was soaked with blood. "Rohan, you must understand one thing, my part of the journey ends here. I am of no more use to you. You must find your own path. The darkness has befallen on us and you are the only ray of hope" "But how can I find him, he is in USA, I am in India, how am supposed to go there alone?", Rohan turned his back towards him to hide the tears coming out of his eyes. "Use the time machine as the teleporter. It is just like the mobile handset, you will surely understand it. Remember I have faith in you and so did the one who came from future...." and suddenly the room was filled with the silence. Rohan turned towards Professor and found him staring blankly at him. He felt himself shaking with fear. "Professor?", he asked slowly. But he knew that no one will answer his questions anymore. The feeling of numbness conquered his soul. The tiny electronic machine was waiting for his master but the master was the slave of unanswerable senselessness.

Time Machine 3

'This can't be true, I must be dreaming. All I need to remember what I was doing before this man came. I was watching movie. Before that, I cooked my food, I talked with Mom. I went to play badminton.', Rohan was trying desperately to find the loop hole. 'I can actually remember everything for the last 12 hours. God please help me.' 'Just put your finger here', Prof Ford instructed him. He started the countdown. '1 2...' 'Wait, I need to call mom and tell her that I am going somewhere otherwise when Abhi will come, he will inform her and both of them will worry' '3' A strong current flew from his finger and he could sense some movement in his brains. It was more than just a pain. It was agony. There was no escape. He suddenly fell on the floor unconscious. When he woke up he saw Prof Ford sitting beside him. "Are you Ok?", he asked nervously. "I am fi.." and suddenly he vomited in front of him. "Its Ok, drink this water." 'Something must have happened wrong. This time machine does not work.', thought Rohan. Because they were sitting still in his house. Then he was about to ask Prof Ford but when he saw him nothing came out of his mouth. Prof Ford looked very much exhausted and much older. All the wrinkles on his face were prominent. Still in so much discomfort he managed to give a friendly and reassuring smile. "Why it didn't work professor?" "Why do you think it didn't work, Rohan?", Professor counter-questioned him. "What do you mean? We are still at my house" "Thats why I am asking why do you think it didn't work? I told you to get ready for the Time Travel not the space travel." Then it struck to Rohan. "We are at different time at my home, aren't we?", he asked. "Yes" "What time is it then? Is it past or future?" "No one can travel back to the past." "Why, all time machine movies show that?" "This is not movie my son." "How ridiculous is this? You want me to believe time travel is possible but not to the past." "Yeah. And I can't explain you why." "Why?" "Because there is no time for this." "Ok, so tell me why did you practically kidnapped me and forcefully made me to travel time?", temper was rising in Rohan's voice. "We must be on some kind of mission and I must save someone kind of.." "Yeah you can say so." "Now listen carefully, I will tell you from the start from where it all started.", Prof Ford started speaking. "It was the year of 2000 when I joined Virginia University as a post-doctoral fellow. I was the kind of geeky person in your words. I had done my PhD in Quantam physics and nanobiological applications. The only friend I had at the Virginia University was George Thompson. He was the professor at university and shared the same interest with me. Within my two years there, we were best friends. He was very loud mouthed person, so many people disliked him. But we always agreed on our technical or philosophical viewpoints. Five years ago, we were consulted by US military officials to talk about some new project. We were briefed by the lieutenant General Wattson. First they told us about their ambitious plan of building the time traveler. At first, we took them very lightly. But when they told us the details about the fundings they were providing to the project, it seemed the military was very serious about it. We started our work within two days after meeting. We worked day and night for the five years. During the mid time, we were constantly pressuralized by military officials to meet the deadlines. Their sudden and continuous visits to our homes and offices deeply disturbed our social lifes. I was not a family man but George was very much angry over this particular spying. Then one year ago his marriage broke down and he blamed the whole incident on military. He started drinking heavily and became paranoid. Once in a meeting he came drunk and blamed in front of all high ranked military officers that Wattson wanted to kill him. I somehow managed to calm him down. As we were getting closer and closer to the deadline, we started having disagreements. I still remember the day when we last talked as friends. It was a sunny morning. I was sitting in my lab when George came to me and asked, "What do you think, military will do with the time traveler?" "I don't know..why?" "Is it not possible that they will go into future and change the things" "I don't think so. General Wattson is a clever person. He will use this power cleverly and carefully than anybody." "Even more cleverly than us?" "May be." "Are you mad? We are the creators of this time machine and if anybody knows how to handle it then it is us." "What is your point?" "I want to travel through time first before Wattson knows that we had achieved the goal." "I won't allow you to do that. Lately you have been out of your mind. If you make any changes in the space time continuum, it will create butterfly effect." "No, it won't. Because I have the other idea.", he smiled. "Parallel Reality." "You are drunk. Go to home, we will talk later.", I tried to soothe him but instead he roared on me. "So now you are also on that Wattson's side. Don't you? I will never let him take my life even if I had to fight him." and he left the room." Suddenly blood started coming out of Prof Ford's mouth. Rohan got up quickly and brought the napkin. There were so many things his mind was occupied with that he forgot that prof Ford was injured. When he examined his injury, he was surprised. It had been more severe than when he saw him first, some 1 and half hour ago. "Prof are you ok? Who attacked you by the way? We must go to the hospital." "Stop. Listen to what I am telling you. We have less time." "Last night I completed the last module and I was sure that something terrible will happen. I told you that we can not go to the past, but it is not entirely true." "That means we can go and stop the attacker from stabbing you.", Rohan asked eagerly. "We can go back to the moment from when the time machine was build. I was very nervous, because once the machine is built, I was sure that someone from future will definately try to communicate with me." "Prof wait, we must go to hopsital, your bleeding has increased a lot.", Rohan stopped him but he continued. "I thought may be my future or George's future will come to talk to me. Then suddenly George came from outside the Lab. He had the knife in his hand." "What?", Rohan asked suprisingly. "Do you mean ..?" "Yeah, the person who tried to kill me was George Thompson." and Prof Ford fell on the floor.

TiMe Machine 2

Pune India

1:30 a.m.

The old man was sitting on the couch with blood all over his body. "Do you have any first aid box in your house?", he asked Rohan. Rohan watched him dumbfounded. "Are you Ok, Rohan?", asked Prof. Ford. "Huh?" "Do you have first aid kit?" "Yeah", Rohan went inside the kitchen and brought the first aid box. "First tell me who are you really?", Rohan asked defensively. "I told you my name is Tom Ford, please hurry", Professor pleaded desperately. "Can you do stitching?" "No way, I am not a doctor" "Ok, just bring some hot water." Rohan went inside and brought hot water. The old man was working on the wound and Rohan was watching him carefully. He was in his 60s. All his hairs were white. But there were no wrinkles on his face. "To start with, just tell me where do you come from?" "I am a professor in the physics department of Virginia University US" "I mean where are you coming right now from?" "I am coming direct from USA, Can you help me to get down on the couch?" Rohan helped him to lie down on couch. "And please don't worry I am not going to hurt you. Just let me rest for some time and I will explain you everything." He closed his eyes but he had something in his pocket which he was checking continuously. Rohan was walking here and there continuously. Within 5 minutes Abhi will come and then we will resolve this whole matter, he thought. He saw his laptop on the table and got the idea. He opened the laptop and googled the name Tom Ford. The first result came for the Virginia University website. He clicked the link and the whole biodata of Tom Ford appeared on the screen. He was the Senior professor in the physics department. He had done the doctorate in Quantam Physics. And he was indulged in different research fields. He felt somehow relaxed. At least the man in his house was not a convict. He again googled,'Latest appearance of Tom Ford', the first link was from BBC news. Rohan opened the page and read the report. ' Tonight in the mysterious explosion at physics department in Virginia University, the police has found the body in the Lab of the famous scientist Tom Ford. It is yet to be confirmed that the body is of the missing scientist. The incident has created the panic in the neighbourhood. The guard on the duty talked with our correspondent and reported to have seen none entering or leaving the building. The possibility of terrorist attack can not be neglected due to the fact that Prof Tom Ford had played a role of vital scientist in developing US military based applications. The body found in the lab has only one hand and postmortem ....' The photo of the body was shown on the site. Rohan's heart started beating fast. There was a strange coincidence in the photo. The body has the same Tshirt of GAP as Rohan has. Rohan got up slowly and took the torch in hand. Where is this fool abhi, so much time has passed, I must interrogate this man? or should I directly call police, Rohan was thinking fast. He decided to call police first and then keep talking with the man. He dialled 100 and was just about to press call button he heard the old man. "Who are you calling to?" "When did you wake up?", bewildered, Rohan pointed the torch towards him. "Do not call police. My life is in danger." "Sit down you bastard", Rohan shouted at him. "Ok, take it easy.I am not going to hurt you, but if you call police that would be the biggest mistake of your life." "You don't want me to call police then explain everything to me. Who are you? Are you a terrorist? What are you doing here? What is that in your pocket? and how do you know my name?", Rohan threatened him with the torch. During this time he pushed the button and left the mobile on the table. He knew if not answered the police will consider this as a distress call and will find the house. "My name is Tom Ford. I am not a terrorist and I have been attacked half an hour earlier. My life is in danger. The device in my pocket is nothing but time machine." "Oh cut the bullshit. Do you think I am stupid enough to buy any of that?" Rohan laughed nervously. "and even if it is true how did you came here so fast?" "This device can also work as a teleporter." "Oh is it?", Rohan asked sarcastically. "Then why did on earth you came from USA to India, to Pune at my house?" Suddenly Rohan's mobile started ringing. But before he could grab that, the old man reached and cut the call. He saw the call log and fear rose on his face. "Why did you call police?", he asked Rohan in panic. "We must leave this place at once." "And why do you think I will come with you?" "Because I intend to.", and he took out the pistol from his other pocket and pointed at Rohan. Rohan shivered with fear. "What are you doing?", tears started rolling down his face. "Boy listen to me now, I am telling you again and again I am not going to hurt you. I did not came at random here crossing half the globe. I have been told to come to you. The person who told me this also told me one thing that you are the only one on Earth who could help me." Rohan saw compassion in the eyes of the man and agreed to follow him. "Where are we going? Police will arrive at any time." The moment he said this, they heard the police siren outside. "What to do now?", Rohan asked. Prof. Ford smiled at him and took out the mysterious equipment from his pocket. It was the shinning electronic equipment. "What is this?", Rohan asked curiously. Prof Ford said, "Get ready for your first time travel."

TiMe Machine

Virginia University, USA

1 a.m.

In the physics department building, the only window with light coming was from the Lab 220. The guard on the Gates was walking here and there to get rid of the sleep. He wondered why would he have to stay here for no reason. But then he noticed the lightened window and sighed deeply. It was Prof. Tom Ford's lab. The guy was famous for his dedication towards work. He is a jolly guy who always waived at me unlike that arrogent Prof. Thompson, thought the Guard. With no other work to do, the guard finally took out the cigarrete from his pocket and lighted but before he could take a seep out of it he was heard the terrible explosion. He ran towards the building thinking there may have been gas explosion but suddenly he stopped on his way. Because the building was as it was before the sound came. Confused, he waited there for some time. 'This could not be the hallucination, I heard the sound', he thought. Within the moment, he understood there was something missing. It was the Lab 220. The lights were off.

Pune, India

1:15 a.m.

Rohan was watching the Harry Potter and Half blood prince. He was the die hard fan of the series. His parents were out of town for some marriage. He was the only child and had completed engineering. He was on vacations and was enjoying the whole empty house situation. It was raining heavily outside. His home was on the outskirts of the colony. They had a constant dangers from the thieves. He checked all the doors before starting the movie. The rain was falling heavily so he increased the volume of the HomeTheatre to fullest. The movie was at the turning point and suddenly light went off with very loud sound. He cursed the electricity board but suddenly he heard something which was so loud as explosion that he felt that lightening must have struck somewhere near. He went to the window and suddenly somebody started banging his door. His heartbeats started racing fast. He asked, "Who is there?" Nobody replied but the banging never stopped. He called his friend Abhi who used to live two blocks away. "Hello Abhi, this is Rohan" "What happened dude?", Abhi replied casually. "There is someone on my porch and is banging the door. You come here fast." "Are you joking?", Abhi asked sincerely. "Not today man, Come fast. I am scared." "You wait there, I will come within 5 minutes" and Rohan hung up the phone. The banging continued for a long time and then Rohan heard someone moaning with pain. What to do now, Rohan thought to himself, now as I have told Abhi, even if some thieves are there, Abhi is on his way. May be somebody really needed help. After a long self talk, he decide to open the door. He went there and opened the door with torch in other hand. He saw a old foreigner man lying on the porch with blood coming out of his stomach. He was stabbed by knife cruelly. "Who are you and what happened?" , bewildered, Rahul asked him in English. "My name is Tom Ford and I need your help."

Puppets of Public Opinion

Today lets just talk about them. They can be found everywhere around you. There could be a fair chance that you are among them. Its upto you to decide whether you are or not. These kind of people do not have their own opinions. They live on the decisions of others around them. When they go to some restaurant, they are among those who does not object to any menu ordered. When you ask them, they will say, "Take anything you wish, I have no problem." When you go to shopping with them, these people give the worst kind of suggestions, in the sense that they will give thumps up to any thing you ask their opinion of. These people have their own decicions but do not have the courage to stick to that. In general english, you can call them sheepish. Here the word sheepish justifies two meanings, means they are shy but also they are like the sheep who follows the group blindly.
They sacrifice their own desires, urges for the sake of public opinion. They think they are trying to avoid conflicts but what is the use of doing things you don't like. Even if sometimes they share their seperate view, next moment they feel guilty, they compare themselves as rebels. In one way, these people are so unselfish that they live their whole life to fullfill others dreams and desires. The situation worsens when they realise that they are the puppets of public opinion. Automatically their actions demand for their own existence. That time they oppose every public opinion to maintain their individuality, even if they genuinely favoured it once. Melancholically they loose the sense of their decision making ability and helplessly they search for the puppet master with his threads. Thus comes the proverb, "pulling the right threads"

Zindagi Milegi Na Dobora

You may think this is some preview of the upcoming multistarer movie. But it is not. May be the philosophy of the movie match with the conclusion of the blog but we can not tell it until the movie releases. Ok, I need to bring you down to the main subject.

It all started that day. I was watching Television. Those were the dark days of our bollywood industry because Ram Gopal Verma ki Aag just released all over the box office. Many theatre screens were burnt, not an expression but literally. So was burning the small screen, not literally but its an expression. Some news channel was giving the exclusive report on the angry reactions of the veteran actors. Most of us are the die hard fan of Sholey (Ramesh Sippy ki Sholey), though we are also the Sholey fan of Die hards :D....oh damn this distractions!! So where was I? I was hearing the furious reactions from the crew of the original movie and then came the reaction of Hema Malini. She said, "Sholey was something we all together worked hard to create, it was magical to build the whole movie. It worked out at that time, even if all of us wanted to remake the same story we could not have done it that well again." That comment stuck my heart and made me realize one thing, 'the moment missed is the moment gone.' Many times we here the dramatic movies or thoughtful people quoting, "Life gives you one shot, live it to the best." We may not grab the same feel at that moment but that day I felt it from inside. Many times I watch photos of friends and old memories comes to me just like the ocean waves. One comes and drizzles you and before you dry yourself up so comes the next. You keep saying to your friends, "How happy were those days.." You have contacts with all the friends in the old picture. You hang out with them occasionally. Those times are also fun but still you moan for the older times. That time you don't realize the fact that soon in the future you will moan for these moments. This has to happen because everybody's priorities and view towards life changes but lets not talk so philosophically. It was and is all about enjoying each other's company. Right? So the solution to the problem is......wait was there any problem? No, solution to optimize this situation is to live the moment. I will try to do all the things which I always wanted to do for long time. You should also do it. I remembered, I wanted to recharge my mobile for the long time. You should also do it, i mean recharge my mobile. Because the great philosopher once said, "The recharge missed is the recharge gone.'

Forgiveness : The virtue of Humanity or Injustice to Justice

"I am sorry for what I did, will you forgive me?", this statement is desperately defensive when you are its speaker and dangerously offensive when you are at the listening end. Here the basic question arises, is forgiveness the real virtue of humanity or just the partiality to the justice system. Surely Guilt is something which is very difficult to understand unless you are having it. Many spiritual leaders seek the side of forgiveness. On the other hand, they are the only ones who speak of the importance of the Karma. How could one justify the same philosophy with two different connotations? So the real question lies in the confusion that how to categorize certain act into forgivable one or unforgivable one? Guilt of committing certain act must be very intense then. So come the next question, how could you determine intensity someone's guilt? It comes by putting you in his place and thinking like humanitarian. Twist in the story comes when the question is of forgiving yourself? At that time you have to place yourself at your place, but how can you place yourself if you are the sole subject and object of the act. Don't think too much. After rading this if you feeling headache I am really sorry. Will you forgive me?......hay Gotcha!!