THOUGHTSCOOP - CIRCA 3000

Life 988 years down the line....

I came home after a horribly exhausting day at college, literally threw my stuff and went off to sleep....

After a few hours some weird sounds broke my sleep.I could hear robots in my living room.I happened to see myself in the mirror and found my own self too transformed into a PROGRAMMED human.

I was almost amnesic.I had no idea what I had been doing before the life I was currently witnessing... or rather the non-living world before me which seemed so life-like.
I gave in to my curiosity and got out of my home. I could see a changed "SUN" in the sky that day. Clouds seemed different and so did the trees and water. Everything had been transformed for the better.

As I got into the streets, I could see microchips scattered here and there. Everything had turned digital. Everyone was a robot. The strange part was that we had all turned into robots but we looked so much human.We talked, we smiled, we laughed, we walked and did things just the way we used to do. I could only recall this much from my memory chip which was almost formatted in the transition. I asked a friendly looking girl where was I. She beamed at me and replied-"Welcome to 3000 A.D. We have been teleporting everyone to this awesome world and you have been the 10001st person to get teleported. Have a great journey in this world of eternity"....

Saying this she showed me that I had been inked with the number 10001 on my palm.I was pleasantly surprised seeing the digitally advanced world.

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I could see vehicles in the sky. None were on the streets with robots driving them. What a scene it was!!!
Some fascinating magnetic cars were being driven in the air....

Life seemed so much better in 3000 A.D.

But life, it seemed, had not changed much even in 3000 A.D. Just like 2012, the moment life felt good, it sprang a nasty surprise. This surprise was in form of a loud siren which all other robots scuttling. Suddenly, everyone had the same expression... the expression of fear! They hurried off into places of shelter while I ignorantly stood there in the open. What looked like a storm followed; only this storm preceeded a huge air ship which descended vertically. I watched with my tin mouth wide open before I saw a shower of light! It came from a barrage of laser gun fire from what seemed to be robot soldiers (well, they were all dressed in the same uniform so I assumed such).

The air ship returned fire! Now all ammunition of the soldiers, the tanks, infantry etc. were rendered useless. The ship's fire destroyed everything in its path... houses, tanks, shelter, buildings, roads, robots... I ran as fast my metal legs would carry me, but I was caught bang in the middle of the firing. The future seemed to blur; all that mattered right now was survival, which seemed unlikely! What I didn't realize was that I was running in circles to avoid gunfire from the soldiers and the ship. I ended up running towards the ship which snapped me into it through a huge light ray. The jerk with which I landed on board the ship knocked me out.

When I awoke, I was surrounded by life forms which were composed of flesh, unlike us robots. They were gazing at me with piercing eyes. "Wh.. Where am I? Who are you? What do you want?" These questions tried coming out but I choked. Sensing my paranoia, one life form answered "Greetings, dear robot! We're living creatures from the planet Quantonia! The print on your palm is fresh, which means you've come in new. We're trying to research how we can acquire an exoskeleton like yours. We are light years ahead of you in technology. Acquiring this exoskeleton will make us INVINCIBLE!" They laughed in unison and looked at me with mirthless eyes.

"No! No! Let me go! LET ME OUT!" was all I could scream as they assembled their space age tools to experiment on me. I was their guniea pig, or guniea robot. They would find out all they could about robots through me, and then, they assured, they would kill me.  

All the tools were kept on the table. My screams fell in deaf ears, the cuffs bonding my hands and feet were too strong to be broken. I got tired after a while, rested my head and accepted this cruel twist that fate threw at me.

All of a sudden, I could feel someone hitting me.

It was my younger brother trying to wake me up as I was crying incessantly in my sleep.

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Kya Likhu?

I have made a resolution to write something everyday. But, I am grappled by the same old question –what do I write about today. I have opened a blank document and I am staring at it. No thoughts what so ever. Why is life such a bore yaar?


Saali Zindagi Apni Hoke Bhi Kabhi Apni Nahi Hoti.
Tum Jisse Nafrat Karte Ho Usiki Jigri Ban Jati .
Yeh Saali Zindagi Apni Hoke Bhi Kabhi Apni Nahi Hoti.

Whatever you think is right for you. Fate thinks otherwise. I guess it loves to play with our emotions. The more troubled we feel, the greater the joy it experiences.

I guess I will only write bad about life today. So I am ending the post for today.

Procastination

It has been almost a month and a half since I made a resolution to write everyday. I must say I have not fared well. This is my first post after 1/1/2012. Why I haven’t written can be called a cumulative effect. I was busy the initial few days of the new year (read it as I had all the time but I was faking busy and was feeling lazy) and then I procrastinated.

Well, today I am writing because my friend has reprimanded me for not having adequate posts on my blog. I want to get regular and will devote some time everyday. I know. I know. You will say that you made a similar New Year resolution. But, I am saying this because I wanted to finish writing atleast some short stories I have in mind. If I do not do it now; I will never be able to do it later.

I don’t mind writing something crass, but I will just keep typing into the key pad. There is so much to write and so little words to express them. It’s a promise. You will find one post –good or bad, everyday.

Is the world really going to the dogs?

I read a headline in this morning’s leading newspaper – ‘Mob cashes in on accident that claims 8-year-old’. This incident seems to have happened late Sunday night when the victim was traveling with her family on an Activa. The milk van rammed into them from behind and all the three of them fell. The girl came under the wheel of the van and was crushed to death instantly.

A mob gathered and ransacked the van. After some resistance the cops some how managed to calm the situation. But, what happened later was even more tragic. It seems after the scene was cleared, some passers-by came and collected the blood stained milk bags and sold it to local tea vendors. After reading this, I was left wondering as to what was more tragic –the girl child being run over or the incident that occurred later. I mean how much can we stoop. Well, this is not the first time such an incident happened. People have packaged their avariciousness in good intentions and looted sites of disaster like building collapse, bus or train accidents etc. But, the underlying questions is, doesn’t our conscience prick us. How can we bring ourselves to think of flicking valuables when there a innumerable people groaning and writhing in pain around. Or for that matter from a corpse that lies drenched in blood or even disfigured.

Though the phrase says that it’s a dog-eat-dog world; I am sure that this seldom happens in the dog’s world. At least I have not come across any instances that are recorded in the resources available to me where a dog attacked a dog and then ate it. What I am trying to drive here is that despite being animals and having carnivorous instincts, animals seldom commit such a heinous act. But we being humans, the so called evolved and the superior among all living beings, we don’t even bat an eyelid for a second before we commit such immoral acts. When I read instances where dogs put their life at stake to save humans, I am forced to think if the world, in the literal sense, is going to the dogs.”

Sweet Cravings

The other day I had this desperate craving for sweets. So I suggested to my friends that we visit a sweet shop. My friend teased me, if I was getting ‘pregnancy-craving’. I replied, “It’s very much possible. Life has been screwing me day-in and day-out; round the year. And, if that ever happens, I am sure, whatever comes out will not be something worth a celebration.”

When life knocks you down, you have two choices- stay down or get up.

Your life is the sum of all the choices you make and leave. There is nothing like a right decision or a wrong one. You need to take a decision and then make it right. Henry Ford said, “If you think you can do a thing or think you can't do a thing, you're right.”

Life isn’t about cribbing over a glass of spilled milk. It’s about saying, “Oh! I can’t have this one. Let me find another glass.” How we perceive a certain situation totally defines how we feel about that situation. When you face a challenge, you can decide to crib about it for the rest of your life or you can decide to find a way to overcome it. Whatever you decide to do will influence how much that challenge will affect you.

Life is all about facing it with the right attitude. It’s about looking at challenges in the eye and telling it, “Go find someone else as weak as you.” Winning is all about developing the right perspective. “Either the glass is half empty or the glass is half filled.” How you see it decides how you will accept it. Developing the right attitude is very important. When Thomas Edison asked about the number of failures he faced before developing the electric bulb, he simply answered, “I did not fail. I just discovered a few hundred ways it could not be done.” Imagine what would have happened if Thomas Edison had quit after the initial failures. He could only succeed because he did not quit.

Just Writing

Well, its been long time since I have written something. Honestly, I don't know what I am going to write about. Right now, I am just typing what's coming to my mind.

Not much has happened in life. The same mundane rountine i.e. home-office-home-office-home-office... I have been wanting to do a lot of things. But, when I plan to sit down to do it, I just feel repulsive. Hope I can get over this syndrome soon.

For now, got to go.


Chow