Shashank Lokesh

Actor/Writer/Author https://bit.ly/TheStageGlobal YouTube.com/VisionConvergeFilms Twitter: @shashanklokesh Instagram: @lokesh_shashank

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Unfriend

It is always a breathtaking moment when you meet someone new. You don’t know anything about that person and you are excited to know more. However, I am not. I have literally reached that level of static frustration where I could care bare less about meeting someone new, let alone the frustration spiking higher and lower. It has happened so many times, when a friend of mine introduces a friend from his college or workplace, and we end up circulating the same questions repeatedly, “Hey, How are You? Where do you work? Oh Fancy, Oh I do that”, THAT IS IT. After this, it is always that awkward nod with fading sigh, and scanning the opposite person from top to bottom. It really seems like the brain has put a tab on the number of friends to be stored. Maybe that is why I do not remember the names even now. I mean strictly, why is that when you meet someone after 23 you ask about the job. Is that the only interesting thing going on in your life? Much worse is when you meet some not-so-close friends from past ergo schools and college, and you don’t find a common point to talk about, and you end up talking about your past. About how wonderful the college was, recollecting the memories. The past talks so much about the past that the present is smirking, just like that old uncle in the family trip who forces you to sing from the one letter (which you can’t) for the antakshari: and the future is the driver that silently drives for you.

It drives me crazy when people know what their goals are and are sincerely working towards it. I mean I appreciate it, honestly. But please don’t repeat it over and over again every time we meet. Oh yeah, you don’t have anything else to speak! (This is only for the new ones) That’s why I have a readied script which I utter out every time I meet a new person-my name, my job, how fake-awesome my job is, thank you and end like a fancy mic drop…but usually that doesn’t happen, most of the times because everybody knows the shit they are doing and I don’t. It reverse-mic drops on me.

Jobs man, jobs. It gets worse when we age more you know. Once two of us and an alien…the guy who has-it-all-in-place were sitting and having a beautiful sautéed corn and pepper and i-don’t-know hell in that sandwich along with the amazing separate mayonnaise and the tasty tomato sauce, and I don’t remember what they were talking. He said, “My future is bright” and looked up. I promise you, for the first time I felt the mayonnaise losing its charm. He continued with a wicked smile, “What a world man, I have a good job, but I will work harder to decide on that job I told you guys and I might be able to crack it.” As flabbergasted I was, I was shocked and tensed, because the only future I thought was the waiter waiting to take my new order of another of favorite sandwiches. He continued to bewilder me and make me literally sweat it out in an AC hangout eating a non-grilled sandwich, “I am also getting married.” I really wanted to climb over the table and for once shout ‘Time, Please Stop.’

Our country is riddled that way, there are only two ways to go, Yes or no. Yes to parents and society, you’re ‘settled’, married, having two beautiful kids, calling them with rhyming names. No to society, you are advised by the largest faction, the advice-only guys. I am not saying that you don’t get good advices. But it overpowers them. Just as the dog-love overpowers the non-veg people to say between their teeth, “Dogs shouldn’t be harmed” and tear away the mass of chicken from its bone and say, “It’s tasty.” Job is that single macroscopic category which people judge loudly upon. It is like God; gives hope that he’s present and makes you happy, but actually is nothing but the absence of light. I have seen people who have continued in the same company for long, changed companies but in the same domain of their learning, studied mechanical but doing software. These guys know what it is do a job of others. Like the paper guy who throws in every morning at your door step and yet is the most obscure man to your whole family: And Nobody cares. But My predicament is different…You can be rest assured it is not so bad…Actually it’s worse. Worse than season 8 of GoT. I am currently working in my 4th job and I still do not understand where I lost all my experience. All the four jobs are mutually exclusive, neither one job is relevant to my degree nor to each other. And when you tell this to people, I have got an unanimous reply, “Get a Job, man.” The job description is something really like a code, you know. You think you understand it, but when you work according to it, that is not how you do the… job? And by the time you try to decode the whole JD, you’re promoted and given a new JD, or the obvious, which is so earnestly trending right now, un-employ them!!

I guess the hoardings and fancy boards sporting a beautiful group of people working for the company are only the curtains for the stage. Parodying and fooling us rat-race prune countrymen is so easy, they are not only applying this in companies, they do it in real life. They call the Puri center as ‘Ambika Bhel Puri Centre’ but we get shev Puri, Paani puri etc…and by the time you wanna decide to choose which to eat, everybody else is finished. Why not simply call it Puri center to avoid confusion? The future is a Pandora’s box really. The past and the present would have already spoken rude to them, ruined its shape, with bludgeoning them even. (Of course, I would have given them the instrument.) But unfortunately it never opens, and we got to wait and wait, and get our head burned over, cooked over, heart hurt over. But I know one thing, I am going to unfriend that guy who has all, his life, set in and is about marry because he ruined my mayonnaise tasting moment. And I don’t want him to be my boss when I join a new job which eventually I will do given my history…see the past never leaves your back. It holds on you forever. It’s part of my Life’s JD (job description) anyhow! (I could really use some therapy, though!)

#OkBye.

  P.S. This is only meant to bring in some humor.

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A Saga

Part – 7: The Unsent Message.  

“Fortunately and unfortunately, yes!” affirmed Vyshak, “Human-wise, it is a pleasure to meet you Mr. Prime Minister”

Mr. Aalam nodded in disregard and continued, “I will jump straight to point, shall I?” as he received nods from other dignitaries on the table. The emptiness of the room and the distance between table and two had already created a rift in Dom’s views on verdict.

“Captain Dom, The council would like to know the order procedure received for the failed pre-emptive strike?” The woman burst right into questioning. The name plate read ‘Air Marshal Deepa Sethuraman’;

Captain Dom looked shocked. He knew had followed the proper orders.

“Apologies Madam, but the Compusisis gave a direct order to us.” He claimed. Compusisis was an inside government invention to give direct orders notifying the respective authority. Much to technology advancement, the computers were a major part of the ‘The Recoup age’. They were designed in early 2049 when USA decided to bomb China to end its population, apparently. On China’s response, the UN, existing then had denied trade status. The USA and UN were effecting the whole operation and it was executed; parts of India, Pakistan, Bangladesh and other neighboring countries took a hit. In reply, India was quick to devise a quick-response, self-motivating computer OS that relayed orders to respective forces based on the nature of attack. The terrorists were on a rise; the funding came from various countries; and innocent people were continuously being killed. The traumatic population then threw over the individual government; ending regimes of all kinds of governments. Left only with one option of leading together, they decided to form two governments each separate from other. China, India and Japan who lead the east did not want include the west into the picture. The trades were divided. The currencies were unitized; no form of reach between the west and east existed anymore; not even through cells or net. China, head of the security froze accounts and apprehended those who tried contact with the other half. The disliking was so solid. The west drained in their own resources; recovered with artificiality; the human resources became scarcer; people died of diseases; the ‘Confederation of states, United west’ briefly CSUW tried contacting the FUSE for basic amenities; some of them even agreeing to live as refugees; but the FUSE was reluctant. With Justice headed by India, there was no sorry acceptance by any of the countries in the east. Australia harbored the wisest and unforgiving populace in the east. The FUSE was honestly trying to bring balance back to the world while CSUW was still trying to get back on its feet. The densest forest range, Amazon had seen itself on verge of extinction; thanks to UN which interfered and stopped the menace. The population of the world was indeed increasing with India crossing China in great numbers. But the past governments of the Vedic country had adequately solved the crisis, until the nuke hit on China. Pakistan, Afghanistan and many more had been wiped out completely. They were all refugees. Some of the nations like Israel were still undecided. But on a well-formed talk among all the nations they were considered ‘Independent Union’ until they formed their thoughts to join a side. Nobody could touch them. Nothing came out of the borders of such countries, they had to use their own resources, and trade was prohibited. There was nothing they could buy or borrow from the remaining world. Owing to depletion and dearth some of the countries signed a memorandum to join the FUSE. CSUW was all left with prayers; Iceland was the only place on their map that could afford resources because of the brilliant engineering they adopted in early 2000’s. Africa was at the helm of FUSE, and Russia, the fiercest in the world continued to build defense top-notches. Deepa Sethuraman, the second head of the defense team, clicked her pen on the table and started,

“And why didn’t we get an account of that?” questioned AM Deepa. It had to convey; questions swarmed in Dom’s head.

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Table Manners! What?!

Yes, you read the title right! Why? I mean, why? What is this societal need for maintaining an etiquette while eating? Often, in the past, dinner parties were held to commemorate victory or a union of two kingdoms,countries, so on and so forth. I believed it was customary to show manners at the table, and that is how table manners was 'invented'. But sadly, for me, I now find that useless. The obesity would continue to be, the perfect will continue to be, the butlers, the cooks, the menu will continue to be the usual. I don't understand table etiquette, now, honestly, I don't!! I don't understand this logic, why is there a symphony playing in the background when you are having high-class dinner? What are 'f', 'g' notes going to help you with? Improve stalling of the urge to eat the most delicious one at the center of the table? I have absolutely no affinity towards Dinner etiquette, partly because I never was a part of one! And why the fashioned scarf tucked in the neck collar to avoid spillage? I don't even know what you call that! Listening to the same symphony being played from the start of time; man, even the food pipe must have transformed into an honorable and a humble Butler of the 'Body-house'! Imagine gulping the pieces inside with the help of a spoon and a butter knife that must always be, on either side of the platter, no one knows why, apparently the two had had a bitter fight, 'alright then I stay over here and you, there!' Must have been the last conversation between the two. The tongue welcoming them with a licking nod; taste-buds sweetening them! "Oesophagus at your service, sir! Would you like me to entice you to the marvelous process called digestion?" The funny part is the loud reply of the acids in the stomach, "Yeah, yeah, stop this non-sense. Push the pieces of biscuit through here already. We need catalysts down here. Sona hain mereko(I need to sleep already.)" They are all alike. They see no racism, no differentiation, no this-that; loyal servants.

The culture of food eating is so diverse in the world. As I have observed non-Indians eat at the table in the movies, with slante, salud, cheers, yada, yada, yada; the inner jugaad(hack) rises up and tells him to fix everything at once on his plate. I believe, in a normal household in India, the best dinner etiquette can be found in front of a television. We are multi-tasking there too; Remote in one hand, mouth wide enough to harbor more flies, brim full rice and other things, and thinking the future of the person who enacts vaguely in the 'supposedly' art-house daily soap!!

Okay, where's my finger-bowl? I meant the 'wash basin'.

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A Saga

Part – 6: The Meeting.

“What do you want?” still on his knees, he grunted.

“Ah! Now you are being a loyal servant!” an air of unsettling feel was lingering.

“We never wanted any of this damage.” The monster man joined in with his voice getting much deeper. Dom fixed his eyes on Vyshak in confusion. “Right, he’s one of us” he continued as he separated Dom from the floor by his collar of the blood-tainted uniform.

“Look earthling, we will give you some time, I need you to go tell your superior we are here to chat! Thanks to you we educated ourselves in the language.” The queen never blinked her eyes for a second.

“I will go with him. A Mintre on Ganymede is an hour on earth.” Vyshak informed.

“24 Mintres then” the monster-man assured the queen. Dom was surprised at the talk and just agreed.

“Could you release me? Please! I will convey!” requested Dom.

“Gannuchin will join you! One sili late, everybody dies like your friend there.” The deep voice rattled Dom at once. He gaped at Vyshak on contention. “Sili is a second back home.” Said Vyshak; seeing through his confusion.

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Dom walked through grey plain walls; floor made of marble tiles; Bright white Lights on the ceiling lit up as they put synced steps. They were escorted by a group of armed officers who gawped at Vyshak; gripping their rifle-trigger hard. They entered into an archway with a dome-roof that towered from the tiny hallway they passed. Vyshak saw this; just like another human being was excited to see the secret head-quarters for the first time. The dual mind though started hitting him with thoughts of poor infrastructure. A huge embassy emblem welcomed them, ‘Federation of United states, East(FUSE)’, it read. True; after the 20th century had gloomed on the civilization with disturbed improvement, unheeded aims, unsettled disputes; scams, businesses that destroyed half the world; dominance of the world over each other had plunged the earth into an unresolvable crisis. Few countries which held great opinion on freedom, beliefs on democracy; catapulted to rescue consulting grave situations. There were only two independent governments now which formed to bring back the balance; ‘Federation of United States, East’ and ‘Confederation of States, United West’. The year 2096 was a recovering chapter for the world; but the aliens had ruined it. They walked past conference rooms, communication booth-heads, and a poster which magnified a bald person with overlapping hands in a black suit spelling out Abdul Aalam: ‘The Recoup age’. Dom and Vyshak shared glances as the squad walked past it. They entered a hallway with steel door; ‘The Decision Council’ read the silver plate above the door; leading way into a medium-sized room; there was a single long table facing the group; three well-dressed men and a woman at the table were huddling some papers and murmuring. The room went quiet as they all took a seat. The middle seat was empty. A side door that Vyshak hadn’t noticed, but well-known to Dom opened; the person from the poster stared at them. He bobbed his head greeting people on the table and sat down at his seat. He did not look as tall as in the poster. Nor was he gleaming with his teeth gaining prominence. He seemed very serious pulling out a black round complete frame glasses and placed it gently over his nose.

“Thank you gentlemen” He said to the officers as they exited the room. “Captain” he continued as he greeted Dom, “And you must be the hybrid informed to us.” He said as he scanned Vyshak.  

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Little star sheds light on young planets

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A Saga

Part – 5: The Loss.

Prathap from the ground also became emotional seeing his partner’s jet turn into shambles. The monster-man looked at Prathap mockingly; the queen was happily standing with her minions covering her. Her looks never turned away from Vyshak. Prathap broke this awkward barrier.

“We thought you could be our ally, you betrayed us!” Prathap yelled at Vyshak who stood nearby.

“That is because you henchmen never budged to think of the common people standing right beneath you” Vyshak retorted affirming Prathap that half part of the subject was indeed human. Dom contacted back to the headquarters to give the final report.

“The pre-emptive strike is a failure. Going in for a compromise” Dom conveyed with a shaky voice. But he had another agenda in his mind. With the horses tailing behind and all the arrows sticking on the jet frame, he neared the entrance of the Drone. The monster-man closely observing, leaped; as though gravity had no effect to the jet and pulled the jet like a play, and tossed it hard into the sky. Thanks to his reflex, Dom engaged his jetpack and escaped the cockpit; but the momentum came hard on him as he landed upon the dome of the Drone. Everybody could easily tell that the fight was over and was an easy win. Dom limped and came close to the monster-man and lifted his hands in despair. A huge bombardment was seen at a distance. It was his top-class Milhander-1250 that burst into a tall building burning the artificial greenery on top of those. Thankfully the crowd had all reached to cover. He couldn’t blink a second until it was lost completely in flames; it was his love for the machine. He sighed; put his hands down to come back in action and took out a revolver from his jacket and aimed at the monster-man.

“You sabotage my machine, you come to ruin our planet. I am not going to surrender without a fight” He yelled knowing well in-hand that it wouldn’t work. But the force guy had guts; he wouldn’t give up that definitely.

“Are you kidding me? I would love to make healthier equipment than that!” The monster-man spoke, his voice was deep; instigating looking though, his voice was solid with breakage occurring seldom.

“You speak English?” Dom hilled his eyebrow while he asked.

“We have been fighting with you for too long now, we could easily pick from that!”

“You weak earthlings are only capable of an expanse of a water bubble” The queen came forward authoritatively; she seemed to have no regard on the inventions she saw, “You have been on this planet for more than 3000 years and this is what you call creation?”

“Oh we are capable” Dom said as he worked the action on his revolver and readied his aim. The queen unhurriedly pulled the rack and stomped it.

“You see? You’re not” Dom could feel fear rumble his shoulder bones as she neared and whispered it in his ear, “Kneel before me” she commanded. With anguish spewing his heart out and rage building in, he bit his tongue; he decided to dare and said, “NO…no,no” as he repeated with pain building in his knee.  Closely observing, the queen went towards Prathap, “What do you call a place you go to after you die?” Completing her sentence, she ran her fingers through his throat and threw the lump for it to roll to the feet of Dom. Blood continued to bleed with abnormal quaking of the body. Within moments, he was dead.  Prathap lay motionless hanging as the fallen flag. Unable to digest and incapacity to strike back, he with all lost honor, bowed down and kneeled on his weakened knee.

“That was a thrill” the monster-man hardened his smile.

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A Saga.

Part – 4: The Rebound.

The guy whom the monster-man had apprehended lay dead on the ground. When the neighing ended, out came majestically armored cavalry kind. No such, witnessed before. The animals were similar to the horses of the earth realm. The horse-mane looked shiny and long that ran till the knee of its front limbs. The tail looked awfully gaudy with cinnamon patches unsymmetrically dispersed. The saddle was wide of sturdy metal enough to crush the strongest bullets. The knights figured larger than life.

“Cap, Is that The Friesian?” Prathap exclaimed.

“Might as well be, only more evolved” Replied Captain over radio. It was appalling for the audience to be regarded as tiny to the magnificent army that stood. The silence now was turning spooky.

“Biyah” Yelled the monster-man.

“Oh! No! Go on offence!” yelled back Captain to his force. The horses-like-creatures galloped with the knights spinning their spars over their head like a twist of a pen. The firing commenced again. The ammunition weren’t enough to stop the cavalry back. The cavalry was swifter as they jumped high in the sky. One of the horses then followed a jet that whirred past it. It caught up with speed of the jet that left the pilot surprised. The knight took aim with his spear and hurled it toward the jet.

“Incoming! Ej..” As he was about to complete his record over the radio, he felt the pointy head of the spear go right through his bulletproof cockpit glass, into his temple through to the other side. The jet came tossing and crashing to the ground; confronting a gas station that led to a heavy explosion. The confounded people ran for cover, but in vain. A significant number nearby were up in flames. The wing was now broken as the leader of the center squadron was absorbed in fire.

“Taking lead of Center squadron” Prathap communicated hanging his anger for the moment. He made a roundabout offloading the knight with the help of the right arm of the jet. Arguably, Vyshak who was held at the other wing dispatched himself with his power and sprung himself on to the cockpit. Prathap was horrified seeing the eyes of his subject which spoke wrath. He jammed into the glass and pulled out Prathap. The jet lost control and just meters above before it came down on the roads, Vyshak sprang and landed safely alongside the monster-man. The monster-man was not looking happy; very obviously.

“Lt. Prathap is hostage” Lt Milan thundered. Just then the horses took up to form into a battle formation and galloped with each division shooting high toward the sky. The jets went dwindling in number. The alien-army protecting the queen on ground was ordered to start shooting; the monster-man’s attention took a shift from Prathap who, was hung by legs and head. The jets witnessed modern style bows and arrows. The battle had turned extremely lethal for the people around. They were in agony, without a reach for their cry.

“Deploy flares” Everyone on the Wing was ordered.

The arrows from the alien army discharged came divided from equally separated ends. Without the air force knowing, they were being trapped within a circle; they were continuously trying to escape the cavalry; now they had face the army of archers. As they continued to get boxed in, the jets continued declining in number. Lt Milan flew close to Captain Dom; indicating that he was going for the door. Captain had a reluctant nod convey approval. Milan folded hands thanking Dom for his guidance. They both held their thumbs up determined to end this once and for all. Soon they felt a rustling through the air; a spear from the knight went through the glass and pierced the chest of Milan; a galloping horse then pounded over the jet. Milan went falling. Captain Dom was a captain of no group anymore. He grunted; took off the bomber hat and sighed at the defeat he hadn’t seen in his years.

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Predicted star explosion and a red nova visible to the naked eye predicted for the year 2022

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The Cliff of Hope!

This poem I wrote was on my other Tumblr account. Thanks to @strangebuddha for reminding me and helping me posting it back here in my regular Tumblr account. This is a poem from my archives. Do read. The sky is moving away, 

The lush greens awaiting my fall;

My hands and legs wrought, 

Falling prey to heart and mind’s brawl! 

The eyes close, the air to take away the breath,

Everything perplexes, an ode to devastated life;

The death to be happy with my arrival,

A cadaver to be feasted on, any minute!

Few hours back, the decision to be really crucial,

No hymns to cease, No thoughts to wander off to;

The situations revolving, scavenging on ‘no-burial’,

The mind wondering the tiffs, to be permanent!!

Going silent on prophecy, rendering poor,

Time not holding my ties, the soul ready to depart;

I move to the cliff, My last earthly position,

I’m moved by the surging hope, on, The Cliff of Hope!

I see the world, most accustomed to routines,

the chores that keep them, unfathomed lives! 

I shake the leg and fear, the hope still calls me alive!

Tears roll down, off being nothing but 'hope’ to live!

Reminding myself of the long walk on the lane,

to learn imposters to have surrounded,

Sovereign in their efforts, uncared;

My legs trembling, magic of 'The Cliff of Hope’!

But evident, I cannot land back in a dreaded place,

While I successfully carried all blame on my back,

I cannot hold-on to the weight, 

A 'non-existing’ god’s grace!

I stoop low for my unused life, grieving are my emotions,

The heart beating fast, the scavenging to be done, 

I see the sun glowing as bright as ever,

The hope flares on being alive, decision is 'never!’ 

I spread my arms, take a step back to take the final jump,

The tip of the cliff still refuses to allow me;

I bend forward, body still,

I fall!! 

The eyes closed, falling off 'The Cliff of Hope’,

If only I could have got the blurring of the vision,

The hope gives up, the soul departs;

The body falls, and the story ends in dead silence!     

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A Saga.

Part 3: The Strike.

There were shells all about. The wing rocketed with shooting cannonballs aimed at the ship.

“Let’s end this incursion now boys, shall we?” Order came just at the shot of a clean airstrike to the mast of the drone.

“The ammos need to impale through the door. Waiting for command. Over.”  Lt. Milan suggested as he glanced at the weak spots.

“Nice hit, Thundrom. Request for immediate re-attack! Ballis-21, Aim. ” Dom agreed as he switched concentration from the squadron named Thundrom, Lt Milan’s squadron Ballis-21 and the now battlefield from the other end of guerilla attack.

“Roger Cap. Second gun run at a mark of 200 degrees” Radio communicated a reply.

While the shots did not seem to penetrate through the drone, it was much enough to immobilize the aliens. The captains and their respective wings took a liking towards a well-built alien who slightly appeared human. The message was relayed to the grounds-police, to corner the selected. The right squadron lead by a dynamic Lt Prathap continued aiming at the door, which was shielded by the army of aliens as they were confronted by the bombings. The queen couldn’t control the furor by the crowd and the force. But her attention was on taking Vyshak, who, glued at the same spot was unable to process anything. He felt torn apart between two species. The regular people had an ostracized opinion now. He closed his eyes, feeling someone was coming to grab him. It was the queen on one end and the mighty air force on another. Seeing Vyshak in distress, the monster-man became furious. He then took out a conch shell from what appeared to be like a satchel, which hung down by his mighty lower-body. He puffed into the shell, rendering a mighty roar. The whole world was watching.

“What are we expecting?” Captain Dom communicated through the radio.

“The surveillance ‘fly’ is on it.” Fly was a scientifically-developed drone, the size of a fly, could process images to a great depth. Also it was programmed as sonar. So it could pick up any sound and learn the estimated time of attack.

“Almost 150 meters above subject. Waiting for command! Over” Lt Prathap held the request over radio as he hovered over Vyshak.

“Roger. Hijack the subject. Out” Captain Dom agreed upon.

Like an eagle picking its prey, Vyshak was picked off the ground by the arms of an aircraft that spread out from the body. It was shaped like a jetpack which could gimbal once subject was held. The crowd was scattering themselves with incoherent screams. But the air force was decided upon eliminating the invaders.

“Subject netted.” Conveyed a voice over the radio. Dom knew well about it and just nodded. But he was very curious of what was to happen next with the blow of the conch shell. The look on each face echoed fear. The monster-man did not shrug a moment, while blowing the conch; as the sound faded in, he did for a second as though catching a heavy breath. The force surrounding the drone mid-air had halted attacking. They were all cemented on a thought of greater strike. All of the crowd and force started hearing a resounding, flamboyant neighing. The dome on the sides of the drone formed an entrance which opened up to the sky and something came out, which left every watching-soul baffled.  

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A Saga

Part – 2: The Tongue.

Vyshak could feel the deafening silence just around the perimeter of the drone. The officer stood in desperate awe, hinged to his panic. People of the city couldn’t control their fear. The space stations and space research centers were perplexed on not expecting such an arrival. The warring countries now started communicating to combine forces in order to retaliate. While all of this continued, Vyshak stood there submitting himself to excessive mutation. He grew larger in size, the muscle strength shooting bonkers. He collapsed to his knee, his senses heightened. He couldn’t control the agony which translated to an enormous scream. The scream echoed to all ends of world like a huge wave splashing onto miniature lives. A giant slide door on the drone right off the middle of the cipher began rumbling, as though the scream was a calling to extra-terrestrials.  The rackety audience came to a standstill. There was utter silence all around. The smothering silence was affecting everyone at the scene. A weird drumbeat saw itself emerging from the darkness behind the door. The heartbeats of the populace about were clearly thumping hard. The absolute beauty which Vyshak believed was he could concentrate on each and every one present at the blockade. There was a small roar slowly fading in from the dark. The drumbeats and the voices were now in accord. The voice was similar to “NADA, NADA”. It was not seconds before a group of more than 7-feet tall men and women walked out reciting ambiguous voices syncing with rhythms.

Back at the home base of the Navy, the pilots were gearing up to confront to what they would believe would be the toughest of their missions yet. Group Captain Dom piloted the ingenious aircraft called the Milhander-1250, the most efficient one at disposal.

“Land or air?” Flight Lieutenant Milan inquired as they approached their fighter jets.  

“Does it matter?” Dom countered hopping into the cockpit. “All we know is to kick some alien-ass.”

The warship on this dark day did send some of their best in the wing. Dom hadn’t felt any new. The fear of being dead was right in front of his eyes.

“Okay folks, we are going to make a heading in tomorrow’s paper. We are authorized to use deadly force, hence at will.”

“Nice pep talk, Cap!” a voice through the radio spoke back. Dom couldn’t help but giggle.

On the ground at the barriers, the cluster of men and women stared at all and examined. Every step they took toward the public, the people drifted. The alien-kind was of pale skin and a thicker vein ran down their body. The blood was akin to the bluish hue that Vyshak had wildly mutated to. A beautiful woman with a tusker-horn crowning her rather big skull, walked out. A translucent of pale-red tint but gravity-defying cloak shouldered her. Right between her eyebrows, she fashioned a studded marble that reflected bright blue enough to mar any eye. Her eyes seemed like a black hole as nothing appeared to reflect from the eyes. She skimmed through the faces and sniffed the odor off them. The gait was enough to instruct her minions of finding nada. A well-built monster-man then smirked and screamed “Biyah”. The guillotine flag at the top of the drone overturned. A real guillotine then removed itself out of the drone. He then summoned a bloke who was eager in taping the whole scene. The bloke was pulled right by his neck and was about being executed when he heard his own tongue.

“Akuni hamsa, Nada Biyah”, roared Vyshak. He was stunned at his fluency of speaking an alien language.

“Assi li” The tusker-woman looked at him with confidence and moved towards him.

“FIRE” yelled Captain Dom. The shooting commenced. There was chaos.

[shashankspace]

A Saga

Part -1: The landing

The dozy evening was just elongating the time to comply with the regular routine of days and nights. Vyshak was, involved as usual in his recuperating thoughts from the stereotype company he would run into every other second. The earphones in his ears were the only division between him and the surrounding that riled him. The modern day notebook, the laptops was switching along his paces. He was in a city that had not seen a regular happy life as a customary. Detached from his parents, he had ended up with a city that saw only the brightness of the sun. Once he entered his apartment, there would be no stopping him from reaching the zeniths of his imagination and dreams that he longed to see the day throughout. But today, it was different. He had an unusual aura surrounding him, perhaps of joy or excitement, he couldn’t say. But the vibe kept on closing in. Albeit happy, he started to wonder what could emanate such power. As his carpal began to turn blue, he observed the spread of sunlight on his shoulders gradually receding. The first thought crossed was of the night setting in. But the nerve continued morphing with a more bluish hue. As his gaze passed across the window, he saw something that his eyes couldn’t consider as truth. The air in his senses started building up. The regular jeans he wore everyday set of becoming tighter. The muscles started contracting and getting strained. He now could clearly see his nerves popping up, he was undergoing a mutation. And once he opened his eyes to observe himself in the mirror, he could feel his teeth and gums become harder. He could not believe his strength. The aura was becoming more and more strong. The body couldn’t help but put out all he had eaten in a couple of days. One glass of water was all he drank later; he was back on foot with never before felt pain in mind, never before healthy state in his muscle, never before positivism such at crowning. He couldn’t comprehend anything anymore, except for the fact that something had suddenly appeared in the sky out of nowhere. It was a humongous bowl-shaped flying drone with the massive rotors the size of the football fields spread came roaring into the atmosphere of earth. With massive missile launchers at the end of flanks of bowls, it sported a guillotine flag with a real human head bored onto the tip of the spar so visible to humans on earth. It was much evident by this that invasion was planned and executed. A huge bust of a Spartan akin eclipsed the sun and shadow of which covered more than plenty of the city. Every citizen, now a grand witness, remained in awe to this spectacle. The whirring of helicopters and buzzing of jets were shunned by the mere rigorous sound of landing. An undecipherable graffiti walled the drone. By the time it landed, a lot of infrastructure was already lost.

Vyshak, with his new found strength, set off running toward the drone. He had never felt such stamina in his entire 25-year old life. The muscles flexed with his bloods rushing through his veins making it a mutant jingle. In his long stretch of twenty kilometer run, he dropped precisely two drops of sweat. As he ran, he could see water species breached out of water. The people of the city were experiencing two out-of –the-blue events simultaneously. They were startled of how to react. And so was Vyshak. The city had seen the darkest shadow yet on that day. Upon reaching very close to the drone, Vyshak was to behold a shocking revelation. When the police avoided the public to reach close to the drone, Vyshak made his way through the barricade. The commissioner who was at the spot furiously demanded his departure.

“Hey, you getting close to a bombshell there buddy. Come back here, NOW!”

At that very moment, the sudden rage instituted, developing in Vyshak, and for reasons he couldn’t realize, became rebellious and pushed his fear aside like finishing his slice of bread, and said,

“I’m going in.”          

[thebuttplug]

the real struggle of writing: having the entire movie mapped out in your head like ur steven spielberg but putting it down on paper is like spongebob trying to write his essay for boating school

[dillpicklestanley]

I can relate on a spiritual level.

[cutelittletrashpanda]

Personally calling me out, how rude. 

[shashankspace]

This post is depicting me in a most solid manner.

[shashankspace]

From childhood we have been pushed to aim for the stars that are a millions of light-years away for the only reason that they seem beautiful on the night sky. More importantly because the thought of them laden along compatriots (the other stars) in the fabric of mere gases in the space gives us humans some vaguely knitted lesson on freedom. But the science has in its own consistency and certainty proved how hot the star can be. Though the Science has evolved so much, the world and perspectives have remained the same. How can you be the star when you're burning like the core of hell. You don't feel proud then. You'll feel dead. Collapsed stars, black holes, now why don't we inspire people to be like black holes to efficiently absorb anything that comes in its orbit. My wondering of stars shining led me to believe that maybe, it is because of the shine of the their teeth when we say, "I want to be you" to them. Funny thing is when the moon overhears the whole conversation, which apparently happens over a unbelievably long range of light-years. It would be a hysterical laughing moment for the moon. It would also know the reason that sound cannot travel that far. It would have also known the number of people who landed on it. The turn of cross-questioning would obviously inward to people on earth on the fact that we did land on the moon. *coughs* We know Neill Armstrong. The rhetorical answer from the moon would always be of not even knowing the original average height of an average person from earth for it hasn't seen anyone. Aiming for something should hence not be to the sky, but to the bicycle at least. 'cause we are certain enough that we can overtake the car some or the other day. On a serious note, we might land on a moon someday because now it certainly is a possibility. But that does not give us authority to exaggerate it, does it? The aim for reality would define us who we really are. Cheerio.

[howitreallyistobeanartist]

when the story is just not working, but you keep writing anyway

[missannaraven]

Current mood…

[augustbwrites-deactivated201809]

Um ya me 2

[shashankspace]

That's definitely me.

[spaceexp]

Aeolus wind satellite launched

Kourou, French Guiana (ESA) Aug 23, 2018 ESA’s Earth Explorer Aeolus satellite has been launched into polar orbit on a Vega rocket. Using revolutionary laser technology, Aeolus will measure winds around the globe and play a key role in our quest to better understand the workings of our atmosphere. Importantly, this novel mission will also improve weather forecasting. Carrying the 1360 kg Aeolus satellite, the Vega rocket lifted o Full article