A Girly Curly Dove Story

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“Panchhi bani udati firu mast gagan mein, Aaj main aazad hun duniya ke chaman mein.”

I was riding my cycle and my choties tied with red ribbon were swaying in air. My cycle was almost flying in the air just like the spirit of the song, suddenly, I heard this, “don’t play too much in hot weather, don’t ….”  Aaaauu, aaauch... dhappp... dhadaam... mummyyyy… I was on the floor. 

“Itni badi ho gai hai fir bhi bed se gir jaati hai.” My brother aka devil’s modern avatar was laughing.

The best part of the day is when I am standing in front the mirror and combing my hair (that time I seriously feel a blonde like Rapunzel). “O Haseena Zulfon wali…ye reshmi zulfein, ye sharbati aankhein  ...” the fm radio was playing these classics when somebody intervened, “for how long you gonna stand here  ... “that’s mamma dear, somehow she don’t like my mirror love; she believes that this activity (staring the mirror falls under Don’t Category because Baalon Ko Nazar lag jaati hai).

“Mum, I want to color my hair in burgundy, in reddish-brown; in bronze  ... I want to highlight my hair with golden strikes... I want to curl my hair; thin curls, thick curls, long curls and short curls... I want to make hairstyles like ramp models.”

“Mum I want to Perm my hair like Nicola Kidman.” I spoke almost in a loud voice.

“Don’t play with your hair Mintu, they are not made of iron or wood; these types of Adventures can ruin your hair forever. I can’t allow you to use those harsh chemicals and Cruel Instruments on your beautiful hair. Baal Kharaab Ho Jaayenge Beta”

“Par mamma, just a little color or curls can give me an awesome makeover  ... I am bore with my choti … “

“Already your hair falling and see how dry they are, when last time you have oiled them? Baal Jhaadoo jaise ho jaayenge.”

“Color your Fat Friends, specially that purple one, its stupid nose will look very cute in Red color.” my brother interrupted.

“They are not FAT, they are SOFT Teddy and they all have NAMES.”

Yeah, I have named my cute teddies; Silky, Shaanoo, Dazzy and Curly. Now don’t ask me what is the inspiration behind these names…

“Chehare pe giri zulfein kah do to hataa doon main  ... gustaakh maaf  ...” the music system was playing this beautiful song while the hairstylist was showing me demos of various hair color options and hair cuts.

“Tell me something, mere baal jhaadoo jaise to nahi ho jaayenge naa after this Color Session.” I was worried obviously.

“Are you crazy, why you are thinking so? Nothing will happen to your hair, until you will give them proper care and nourishment. Have you used DOVE??”

“No, why..?”

“See, Dove has a complete range of hair care product that includes Hair Fall Rescue Treatment, Split Ends Rescue System Shampoos, Conditioners and Hair Elixirs such as Nourished Shine and Dryness Care. Use them as per your requirement and feel that Love that Dove will Shower upon Your Hair.”

“Would that be enough>” I was still anxious.

“Yup, as they say, “Play Safe” so Play with Colors and Curls and Styles, but don’t forget to protect your Cinderella hair with Dove Magic.” She smiled.

After a couple of weeks

“Udein Jab Jab Zulfein Teri ...”

“Mintoooo… I told you not to play with hair…  Baal Kharaab… ?” Mamma and Bhaiya were surprised.

I slowed down the volume of cellphone music and replied  ...” I am Playing with Dove.” 

I caressed my bouncy curly hair and turned the cell cam on to take a selfi of my shinning Chocolate shade hair. I took few locks in my hand and rubbed them on my cheek; it felt soft and tender like fur and clicked the perfect shot.

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Uff !!!! Ye Seriousness

My cell phone started singing in a loud voice, when I was still asleep, somehow I opened left eye and tried to slap the phone without looking at the screen (who the hell is calling me on a sweet Sunday morning). I buried my face once again in the pillow, but the caller tune was in no mood to stop the chorus, so I picked up the call.

“What’s this, now you are not even picking our calls?  You are in love with somebody, who is he? Don’t tell me that you found him on facebook. Are you crazy, how many times I have told you not to spend too much time on net? “

My sweet Ninni was totally destroyed by this bombardment, but still I was unable to understand what is SHE asking to me?

“What are you talking, what love and what facebook, let me sleep.”

“Ok, so you are still in bed, no problem, call me when you are fully awake. It is Urgent, WE NEED TO TALK.”

After an hour or so, I called her back (HER—my best buddy Rashmita; as her name tells, she is always in a Rush, everything and each matter is a call of Rush Hour for her.)

“Tell me who is he and I guess you are going through a “bad phase” as well.”

“Have you gone nuts or what, I am not in love with anyone, who told you so and what is this “bad phase”??”

“Teena, sweaty, your facebook and Gtalk status updates and video posts are revealing everything. Thank god, Amit told me everything on time, but why the hell are you making it public, why didn’t you call me. I would have …”

Now it was more than my appetite, so I almost shouted, “Are you guys have lost your brains. You are judging my personal life from facebook; it’s just for entertainment, not meant for anything else. I AM NOT IN LOVE.”

“And how Amit reached to this conclusion, there would be many people who update lots of things on fb, so what’s so special about it?”

“Well, he has noticed “Many things” and he was worried for you. He said you are feeling lonely and interacting with unknown people on facebook and …”

“Oh really!!! Thanks a lot for this concern.” I dumped the phone.

It was certainly not the end of the great Indian Worry Drama (more effective than any spicy curry). After 3-4 days, a high-spirited Rashmi was at my home and this time she had a wonderful “Marriage Proposal” for me.

“He is running his Own Shop in that Prime market, he is so charming, so cute, such a handsome. Just meet him once and I bet you will fall in love with him.”  Rashmita Spoke while biting a Dairy Milk, her favorite chocolate and passed it on to me. 

“What kind of shop? And how you found him, do you know him personally, what is his qualification, what about his family?” I throw up all my doubts in one go.

“You are such an idiot. He is running a Watch Repairing Shop and you know his voice is so sweet, he speaks with such a style and his smile….ummm just like Dairy Milk, silky, soft and enchanting.”

“Knock-knock seems you are already in love with him, why don’t you propose him.”

“Ohh gosh, you dumbo, I am making ground for you only, I am not interested in him. I reached to his shop in a very sudden manner, my wrist watch was not working properly and then Raju told me about him, they are friends, you know  ...”

“I see, so its Raju’s ideas, now I am getting everything, carry one.” (I thought)

“What you think of me, am I a stupid like you, no I know how to deal such matters. Just for your sake, I went to his shop couple of times and got friendly with him and then asked him about his background and all ( bahut Achhe se baat ki maine). He is a second year college pass out. And guess what, he too loves Cadbury Chocolate, but he likes 5 Star Fruit n Nuts just like you!!!!! I showed him your pictures that were saved in my phone and told him everything about you.”

These last words rang up loud sirens in my brain, “what do you mean by “Everything”?”

“Umm, your qualifications, present job, family (you are a single child) and Very Pretty. He was impressed. Now do one thing, go to his shop with whatever excuse, take any old watch and say it needs repair and tell him your name and … you know how things works.” (She winked)

“Ohh, I forgot to tell you, he have a freezer/storage box for chocolates and cold drinks in the shop. Just imagine, if you both get married, then whenever, I will be in that market, I can go to his shop and enjoy my dairy milk.” She finished the dairy milk bar however; her face was giving the expressions of “Jo Khaaye Wo Kho Jaaye” the Tag line of 5 Star.

I gave her a weird look... “Do you remember, few months back you were saying similar things about Nikhil. That guy who was working in an American Firm, San Francisco things, he was also very Cute and Handsome and Sweet and rest of his traits I forgot. Oh yes!! His Sweet and Simple Mother, his too good and too cool younger brother who gave a Cadbury Celebrations chocolate pack on your birthday and his Papa Ji.”

“Let me remind you,  your Nikhil Raga  went on for months and finally, One Very Fine day, you were informed by that coolest brother and simple mama that Dear Nikhil is just SSC pass and had to come back to India because the “agent was creating some problems”. I stared at her.

“Ok, that time I did not have proper information and let me also remind you that I shared chocolates with you as well as, you ate all 5 Stars.”

“Proper information!!!!!! But you had Proper Information that Mama dear makes very nice coffee.”

“Ok, ok, that’s an old chapter. Moreover, what do you expect, tell me... in your community, boys hardly opt for higher education and thus get indulge with some sort of business. You won’t get a highly educated guy with an impressive job profile here and mom dad will not permit for inter-caste marriage. Therefore, I am trying to find the best for you.”

“If you don’t want to go the shop then I have to do something, I can’t sit ideal. I am sure; he could be a good match for you. (With these words she obtained a thinker’s position)."
I understood, now nothing can stop and after few minutes, I saw her digging my wardrobe, before I could ask, she found what she was looking for. Yes, an Old Watch (The Treasure of Both Worlds).

I made some in vain efforts to stop her, but soon she left my home with that watch. (After all she is RUSHMITA).

Next day

Since I have joined this government job by Meharbani of RPSC, I used to wonder that why people think that we The Government Employees do not work and take salary for no good reason.  Like any other day, I was going through a long list of tasks, digging files in record room and I thought to bring some files into my cabin.

“Meri Files ko jahaan se laaye ho wahin wapis rakhna. Agar meri files gum ho gai ya mujhe vapis apni jagah par nahi mili to main aage se kisi kaam mein hath nahi daalunga.”

 A sharp and harsh voice echoed. That was our Clerk Sahib the Great, Babu SomPrakash. I am sure he firmly believes that it’s His First and Foremost Duty to Take care of Files. He claims that he knows everything about every case and related people.  I don’t want to give him a chance of complaint so I put all the files back into storeroom and that time I wondered, who is the Officer? Me or Him... I guess I don’t want to know the answer.

“Aapke kaam bhi mujhe karne padte hain bade sahib bhi busy rahte hain. Main sabko cooperate karta hun par mujhe koi nahi karta. Koi baat nahi, main akela hi sab sambhaal sakta hun.”

“Aur aap jab bhi field work ke liye jaayein, tab mujhe bataa kar jaayein, kyonki aapse jyada mujhe har file ki latest situation ke baare mein pata hai”. Abhi phone kiya maine do teen chartered accountant ko aur saare kaagaz mangwaaye hain. Aapse to koi maanega nahi, isliye mujhe ye sab karna padta hai.”

Yeah, I know, how much overburdened you are? That’s why plethora of official papers and documents are spread here and there, everywhere; because you don’t have time to organize them. When we need a particular file, it will take months (and weeks if we are lucky) to find it out. And thanks to your extra work that almost every day I am getting complaints from almost every C.A and his clients.

I wanted to say all this in loud voice, but remained calm because I don’t wanted to give a practical demonstration of “Aa Bail Mujhe Maar”. I went to Asmita’s cabin and as she always knows what is “the Problem”, “chill yaar, give him a 5 Star, you know khaayega toh kahin kho jaayega aur tumhaare section ko is unwanted item se chhutti milegi.” She winked at me. 

In evening, Rushmita stormed into our house, with a little sad face.

“I went to that watch shop.”

“Ok, so  ...”

“That idiot, last time he didn’t tell me that he is already Engaged, now when I asked him directly then only he is saying …”

“Oh wait, what you asked him DIRECTLY?”

“I asked whether he would like to take the proposal further, I asked for his parents contact number and residential address. He could have been a perfect match for you, but its really bad luck. But, don’t worry, he told me that he have a cousin brother who is running a Mobile shop and he is also handsome and ….”

“Shut up Rashmi. You need a break from this job”

“How mean you are…” She left with an angry and irritating argument.

After dinner, I switched on my desktop, login to my gmail account and got busy to finish an incomplete story. After a while, my eyes fell on gmail window bar, somebody has sent a chat message.

“Why you never reply on time, I am waiting from last ten minutes. I know it’s your style to make me wait; you enjoy this.”
Meet mister self claimed Big Man Shekhar, a rotten egg imported from JNU campus (Though, I seriously believe that he is a big black spot on the name of JNU).

“You know, I like to spend for charity, even I have donated a fair amount for the CRY foundation. I have decided to give my car to my sister, I will buy another one. God has given me everything.” (It’s the 100^th time you are telling me this fact)

“Could you please choose the color of car for me? I am thinking for the new curtains for my house, what color shall I prefer; I am having Own house in this Nice Locality of NCR.”

“I have so many good friends, all IAS, IPS; they are posted in various states. Do let me know if you ever need any help. I CAN DO ANYTHING, I know some politicians as well as. If I decide something, nothing can stop. You know, I believe in helping others.” Why are you publicizing this, have I asked you anything about your contact list.

“Enough of your speech. Now leave, don’t bug me.” And I clicked the “Block this person” option.  

 Mood was completely spoiled and the story remained incomplete. I took a chilled 5 Star crunchy bar from the fridge and slip into my bed, soon I was snoring, but before going to sleep I didn’t forget to switch off my phone and make a weird facebook status update (just to give some more ideas and clues for Rashmita and her spies).

the Cadbury 5 Star Facebook page

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कहानी का किस्सा

कभी कभी ऐसा होता है कि कोई किताब, कोई कहानी या कोई किस्सा हमारी अपनी ज़िन्दगी के किसी बीते हुए हिस्से को फिर से दोहरा जाता है और तब लगता है कि "अरे ये तो मैं ही हूँ या मेरा भी कुछ ऐसा ही हाल हुआ करता था." सर्दियों की  सुबह की  गुनगुनी धूप  जैसी यादें, बतकहियां और  कहकहे .... सदियों की एक ऐसी ही सुबह और बारिश मे भीगा ऐसा ही एक दिन स्म्रतियों में एक बार फिर से जाग गया. निखिल सचान की  किताब "नमक स्वादानुसार"  (कहानी संग्रह) की पहली कहानी  है "परवाज" ; दो स्कूली बच्चों नानू और सुब्बु की कहानी, उनके साथ साथ देसी कॉमिक्स के सुपर हीरो ध्रुव, अजूबा, जादुई दुनिया के किस्सों, रहस्य रोमांच की कहानियों और कल्पना की  एक ऐसी ऊँची उड़ान की यात्रा  जिसका मज़ा हम बड़े होने (पढ़िए समझदार ) के बाद नहीं ले सकते। 

इस कहानी से मुझे भी कुछ याद आ गया, तीन लडकियां, एक बड़ी बाकी दोनों छोटी, जो बड़ी थी उसे कॉमिक्स पढ़ने का बहुत शौक था, इतना कि उसके तकिये के नीचे, चादर की सलवटों में कॉमिक्स, बालहंस, नंदन वगैरह छुपी हुई मिल जाती थी (ख़ास तौर पर  जब वो बीमार पड़ती थी तब उसके चाचा और पिता उसके लिए ये कॉमिक्स लाया करते थे और चुपके से तकिये के नीचे रख देते थे कि कहीं माँ को पता ना चल जाए).  दोनों छोटी लड़कियों के घर में कॉमिक्स तो दूर किसी किस्म की पत्रिका, पुस्तक का प्रवेश लगभग निषेध ही था.  कॉमिक्स पर तो हर बच्चे का हक़ है, बिल्लू, पिंकी, चाचा  चौधरी और साबू, ताऊ जी और उनका रुमझुम, बालहंस की परी  कथाएं और चम्पक वन के जानवर; ये सबके दोस्त है ना, मेरे, तुम्हारे और  आपके भी तो  ....  और इसलिए वो बड़ी लड़की उन दोनों छोटी लड़कियों  (जो सिर्फ दो कक्षा छोटी थी) को कॉमिक्स में पढ़ी हुई कहानियाँ सुनाया करती थी, सबसे ज्यादा उनको परियों की  कहानिया अच्छी लगती थी, कभी कभी माइथोलॉजी से या राजा रानी और उनके राजकुमार और राजकुमारियों की  भी  कहानिया उठा ली जाती।  कहानियों का सिलसिला चलता ही रहता था.

घर का कोई शांत कोना, जहां बड़े लोगों का आम तौर पर काम नहीं पड़ता और जहां बहुत छोटे बच्चे आकर तंग नहीं करते )अगर करें तो उनको किसी ना किसी बहाने से तुरंत रवाना कर  दिया जाता था ) … ऐसी ही किसी कोने में घुस कर वो तीनो बैठती और कहानियों का सिलसिला चल पड़ता, एक एक कहानी कई दिनों तक चलती, सुबह स्कूल जाते समय कहानी सुनाई जा रही है, लौट रहे हैं तब भी बैग और बोतल सम्भालते कहानी का प्रवाह कायम है. ज़रा दोपहर की धूप  कम हुई नहीं कि कहने वाली और सुन ने वालियां दोनों तयशुदा जगह पर हाज़िर। जब शाम रात में बदलने वाली होती तब दोनों घरों से आवाज़ आने लगती; और तब इंतज़ार होता कि कब "लाइट जायेगी"  जी हाँ, बाकायदा कहीं से एक देवता ढूंढ निकाले गए जिनका काम था रात को लाइट गुल कर देना, उनको प्रार्थनाएं की जाती कि  लाइट जाए और ज्यादा देर तक जाए ताकि वे लोग घर के बाहर गेट पर लटकते हुए अपना कहानियों का सिलसिला आगे बढ़ा सकें।  अक्सर इन कहानियों का कोई विशेष सर पैर, आदि अंत नहीं होता था, कई बार तीन चार कहानियाँ  एक में ही मिक्स कर दी जाती पर फिर भी ना तो कहानी सुनाने वाले को अपनी क्षमता पर कोई वहम हुआ और ना  कभी सुनने वालियां बोर हुईं।  यहाँ तक कि कभी कहानी के तर्कहीन  या बेसिरपैर के गड़बड़ झाले पर भी कोई सवाल नहीं उठता था. श्रोता इतने धीर और एकाग्र  होकर कहानी सुनते कि किसी भी बड़े लेखक या किस्सागो को जलन हो सकती थी. 

उस बड़ी लड़की के इस कॉमिक्स के शौक को शायद ऊपर वाले का भी  मौन समर्थन था क्योंकि  बहुत जल्दी ही उसकी जान पहचान गली में कुछ आगे रहने वाली  दो बहनों से हुई जो उम्र में तो उस से काफी बड़ी थी पर उनके घर के बेसमेंट में एक खज़ाना था. हाँ, उस बच्ची के लिए वो खज़ाना था; उस बड़े से हॉल  में ढेर सारी  बच्चों की पत्रिकाएं, कॉमिक्स, किताबे भरी पड़ी थी. वो अंकल भी उसे ढूंढ ढूंढ के रोज़ नई  कॉमिक्स और पत्रिका देते।  और आखिर एक दिन आया जब उस ख़ज़ाने का हर मोती, सोने चांदी का हर टुकड़ा उसकी आँखों और हाथों  की यात्रा कर चुका  था.  मज़ा तो उस दिन आया जब,  किराए का मकान ढूंढते हुए वो लड़की अपनी माँ और चाची  के साथ जिस घर में पहुंची, उसे सिर्फ इसलिए पसंद किया गया क्योंकि वहाँ एक बड़ा शेल्फ कॉमिक्स से भरा था और मकान  मालिक के बच्चे भी कॉमिक्स का शौक रखते हैं ऐसी खबर मिली। 

पढ़ने का चस्का ऐसा था कि माँ कहती थी कि ये लड़की किताबे हाथ में लेकर पैदा हुई है. 

निखिल सचान की कहानी के नानू और इस लड़की में अंतर सिर्फ यही है कि नानू को सुपर हीरो और उसकी सुपर पावर्स पर पूरा यकीन था लेकिन हमारी ये गुड़िया सुपर हीरो के बजाय चाचा चौधरी और बिल्लू पिंकी को ज्यादा पसंद करती थी; पर ये कहना  मुश्किल है कि (पढ़िए याद करना ) गुड़िया को इनके अस्तित्व का विश्वास था या नहीं।  

और शायद उन्ही कॉमिक्स की दुनिया उस लड़की को एक दिन  पढ़ने के साथ साथ लिखने का नशा भी तोहफे में दे गई.

Old Friend

old friend I’m sure you will never forget, Where we used to wildly play. 

The night was never an obstacle; To us, it was forever day. 

I’m sure you will never regret, The quarrels we used to have. 

We have offended each other well; But by it, learnt good from bad. 

I’m sure you will never trash, The memories we have constructed. 

The ones we often summon, When our souls become corrupted. 

I’m sure you will never reject, That I was ever a friend. 

Oh, how we spent the years fully; Years that surpassed an end. I’m sure you will never appear, At my doorstep ever again. I’ve never shown appreciation; So thank you dearly, old friends...

This Beautiful Poem is Written by My Amazing Brother Kamlesh Lalwani


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New Earth -- Part 3

The First part of the Story is Here

After  a couple of minutes, my team mates and I, entered into a big round shape hall that had a high dome shape ceiling. I saw some men and women sitting in three blocks of desks; I also saw Aditi sitting on a higher chair which was placed behind the second block of seats.

Vasumitra escorted us to the guest chairs and when we all sat comfortably, I heard this voice,

“Sasha, we would like to know the purpose of your expedition and also about the present condition of Earth. It has been a long time since we have sent any team to the Earth.”

I was a little surprised, what does it means?  We don’t know anything about Devbhoomi, but these people are not ignorant about their motherland. However, I was more worried about our own problem. So I started speaking...

“Earth is facing the most crucial crisis of its life. Environment has become poisonous and it is not breathable anymore. Our natural resources has came to an end; minerals, fertility of soil and most important WATER have become the costliest thing on our planet. Our population has decreased not only because of global warming, etc., but due to those bloody wars, which took place for resources and water. Earth would not be able to support the human life for more than a couple of decade. Therefore, we have started shifting the population to Moon and to other space colonies established on Mars. However, they are … my words remained incomplete and somebody interrupted.

“What exactly do you want from Devbhoomi?”

“We need New Home for us. A home that has Water and a climate where humans can breathe easily. Devbhoomi is a suitable option we have found so far in our search of various planets.”

“Do you understand the meaning of your words? Why we will allow you to live here?”

“If yours have been a different civilization then I might have doubts too, but you are also humans and one of the early habitants of Earth, it’s your motherland and in present circumstances it needs your help.” My voice got shrilled while speaking the last words.

After a little silence, an elderly man spoke, “we are well aware of what is going on Earth and the Root Causes of it. It is the greed of man that will never get satisfied.”

“Here, in Devbhoomi, we have created a new society, a new way of life; we have learnt to live under the Limits of Man and according to the Expectations of Nature. If we allowed you to live here, soon you will pollute our motherland as well. And this is the thing that we will never tolerate.” There was anger in his words. 

The meeting got dissolved and we came back to guest rooms.

“What are those rock cur shelters that we saw at the mountain water fall?”

“We call them recreation chamber and the containers you have seen are used to keep our bodies inside them. They have an important role in our society. Each one of us have to spend fifteen days at every six months into these chambers.”

“As you have seen the teleportation skill of us; it is not a miracle and even the advance technology has a little to do with that. It is the result of extra ordinary physical, mental and spiritual capabilities that help us to travel beyond the barriers of time and space. During those fifteen days we have to undergo various meditation techniques and practices that help to increase our inner strength.”

“The mineral rich water and some special herbs and medicines that grow during this period of year when weather get changed in every few hours; are the major sources of physical strength and capabilities, it also minimize the impacts of ageing and injuries.”

We were stunned to know all this; it was like we are listening to a mythical story of ancient times when people could fly in the sky and get disappear in the air. Though in our time, we have made it possible through the inventions of science, but here it was a totally different story.

“Why the sand is white?” I asked.

“It is not white, (Mahendra chuckled) rather its grains are semi transparent and the white shade is due to a mineral named “Urvita”, which is commonly found in the sand. Urvita keeps the soil fertile and sustains the nutrient level of crops.” he explained. 

“But the other part of the planet is not suitable for humans. Is it all dreary and deserted? Or there is any interesting story about our PURPLE Planet?” Tara asked.

“No, that region has volatile climate conditions either too hot or too cold; we can’t live there, but yes, its rich mineral resources are the foundation stones and crown jewels of our cities.”

“Yeah, Tanzanite, Mercury, Iron and that Blue thing.” Tara sighed.

“That blue thing is the life line of the Southern region of the planet, one of the fundamental elements that helped to creating the life on planet. We have named it “Neelam”; however, you won’t see the presence of Neelam in Northern region due to some complicated climate-geographical conditions. It is replaced by Carbon, the essential element of human life.” The last sentence was added by Vasumitra who was out of the discussion till now.

Suddenly, I remembered about our station team which must have been started off for Devbhoomi after our massage of last night.

“Mahendra, there is something I forgot to tell you and the councilors. Though our request has been rejected, but our space station team is already on the way to Devbhoomi.”

“What??? Why you did not tell us this earlier? They won’t be able to enter in the orbit of our planet, the space security shield will destroy them miles before the orbit; stop them or they will die.” Vasumitra was furious.

He quickly took us to another portion of the building. A big hall, walls covered with some panel like structures. Vasumitra pressed some buttons on a wall and a virtual screen appeared with keyboard/control board panel.

“Your spaceship’s communication system is under our surveillance and now it is connected with our satellite system. You can communicate with your team from here as well.” With these words, he pushed me in front of the screen; his assistant was already doing some work on control panel. In no time, I saw Jim, one of our station engineers on the screen.

“Jim, this is Sasha, I need to speak with your captain…” 

To Be Continued...

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Second Part of this Story is Here

Free fall

Sitting Near by the Shore

You are Looking Straight into My face, Your Piercing Eyes..    

And I am Looking into the Mirror, Looking at My own Reflection 

Do I recognize Myself ???  For I don't Know .. 

You ask Me, What Happened to You ?

What's Wrong With You, Where are you ?? 

I said, I want to Go Beyond the Barriers 

I want to Sink Myself into the Deep Waters

मैं अपने आप में ही उलझी हूँ  मैं तुमसे क्या कहूं, मुझे खो जाने दो हवा में.

इन उलझे हुए ज़िन्दगी के बेसुरे तारों को ज़रा सुलझा लेने दो, इसकी लय ताल को वापिस लौटा लाने के लिए मुझे जाने दो.

I Don't Know How Am I Expressing Myself,  am I sounding Pleasant, Rude, Angry ... 

Please Don't Accuse me, Don't Blame me, Don't Expect Anything; for I have Lost my Senses as You Think 

I am Not That One Whom You Ever Knew, I am a Shadow of that Name and that Face 

मैं अपने आपे में ही नहीं हूँ

मैं रास्ते भूल रही हूँ

मुझे रास्ता तलाशने दो 

मुझसे सवाल ना करो, मुझे डर  लगता है उनसे  

वे मेरे चारों ओर  घेरा बना कर मुझे बाँध लेते हैं 

मुझे मत बांधो 

Let me Disperse Myself into the Air and in the Water and in the Sand ..

New Earth --Part 2

First part of this story can be read Here

I was still looking at him and was trying to believe what he was saying. I felt that my throat was choked and I can’t utter even a single word. I looked towards Remy and Shiva and it seemed that both of them were feeling the same sensation.

“Are you human?” finally, I spoke.

“Do you still have any doubts? Of course, we are humans just like you. The same flesh, blood and the genome.” He smiled.

 

I saw, Shiva was making a hold on his weapons and Remy was ready to give a demonstration of his fighting skills. Then, I heard him saying these words.

“You don’t need to be afraid, if we wanted to kill you or harm you, then we could have done that when your ship landed up at our planet. We watched every step of yours and Allowed you to come So far. Come with me and meet with our people.” He spoke in a proudly manner.

I was still confused and of course scared as well, I was worried for Tara. Finally, Shiva broke his silence and asked, “Who are you, do you have any name and where do you want to take us and why?”

“Youngman, do you think that I want something from YOU?? Did you forget the purpose of your journey? What are you doing here, in an unknown, hostile land?” He was confident and his voice was full of sympathy. He continued with these words...

“My name is Mahendra and I am here to take you people in front of the Council of the Representatives. However, before that Aditi would like to see you in her dining hall.”

“Who is Aditi and what is this Council?” I had many question.

 “Relax Sasha, every question of yours will be answered, be patient and now please board in...” he pointed towards that strange vehicle, which was looking like it was made of bright rays.

“We will follow you in our boat ships. I replied.

“Your boat ships are not allowed inside our city. You should trust me; we will not harm the people of Earth.”

With these words of him, I saw that the Pyramid is getting open from the center. Slowly-slowly a huge gate appeared and the pyramid started getting vanished. We get into the vehicle and entered in the gate. In no time, I saw another miracle; yes it could have been a miracle only. There was a whole city in front of our eyes, I could see various types of structures and lot other thing, for which I don’t have any name. Mahendra was smiling, “our cities are covered with the near invisible safety layer. No satellite or radar can detect our presence until we don’t open this “Magical Pyramid”.

Soon we reached to our destination; those vehicles were definitely using the most efficient fuel of this universe because their speed was faster than our thoughts. When I came out of it, I saw a huge structure in front of me; a splendid building. It was built in levels or layers and each level was easily visible due to an open space garden adjoined with it. There were five such levels and I could see fountains, stair shaped gardens, statues and domes of course.

Soon we were inside the building and I found myself crossing big hallways and corridors along with Remy and Shiva. Finally, we reached in to a big room, where I saw small tables and chairs were arranged in semi circle. Mahendra asked us to take the seats and soon few servants like people came and started serving the food on our tables. We looked at each other.. "is it edible" Remy asked.

"of course, it has been prepared for Earth Humans only. go ahead."  

“Aditi could be here any moment”. Mahendra spoke.

“Now will you tell us who is Aditi?” that was Shiva.

“She is the mother of all citizens of Devbhoomi, Aditi is the name of the position she holds not her name. Her actual name is Shashwati and it’s the fifth year of her tenure.”

“You mean an elected body”. I asked.

“No, no, we have a procedure to choose Aditi.” He did not get time to speak any further because a group of armed men entered in the room and after them a lady stepped in. She was looking very graceful and there was a kind gesture on her face. She too had mongoloid features.

“Welcome to our land, we are delighted to meet you; it is the first time when somebody has visited us from Earth since our ancestors left it. You are my personal guests; I have appointed Mahendra and Vasumitra to take care of you. I would like to listen the stories of Earth from you.” She finished her words with a gentle smile and then she left the room.  My somnolence broke up and I felt as if it was her aura that had mesmerized us.

“Mahendra, I think you should know that why we are here. We are looking for … “my sentence left unfinished because another guy interrupted and said...”The council is busy for a while it will take some time. Till then, you have to wait.” That was Vasumitra.

 I was worried for Tara, therefore, I asked Mahendra again, “One of our team members is still in the ship; I need to inform her about all these things. I want to use a communication system.”

“Your friend is safe and here with us. We brought her here, though she got scared when she saw us inside the ship, but we managed that and now she is taking rest in a recreation chamber.” Mahendra replied with his evergreen smile.

I was in a shock state; then I saw Vasumitra leaving the dinning room. After few minutes, he was back and he was not alone; Tara was with him. I almost rushed towards her and embraced her; I looked at her from tip to toe… she was looking fine, there were no signs of injuries or wounds. Somehow, I controlled my anger and indicated both Remy and Shiva to stay calm as well.

“Now when we have some time, then it would be nice if you can enlighten us about the history of Devbhoomi?”

“I would like to know about these strange and extreme weather conditions.” Shiva also put his question on the table.

“Ok, let me start with the history. As I have told you earlier that we are the descendants of Dev Vishwakarma and Mahrishi Agastya. Hundreds of centuries ago, during the ancient times, Dev Vishwakarma was the finest architecture and engineer of this universe; however, we are still the best engineers in this whole universe.” (Oh, really, Shiva muttered) … Mahendra continued, “Every king and god wanted him to create the best Palaces, Ships, Rath and weapons for them; and he did not disappoint anyone. When the battles took place between the kings, those weapons and ships proved deadly exterminators; hundreds of people died and it harmed the natural assets as well as.”

“It did not stop here; the Gods, the Asuras and the human Kings forced Dev Vishwakarma to create new and advance weaponry and magnificent palaces that can become the medium to display their wealth and power. Mahrishi Agastya tried to stop this race of weapons and pomp show, but nobody listened to him.”

“Dev Vishwakarma was an ambitious yet a wise person. He understood that his creations are becoming the crown jewels for others and many a times they are being used in the destructive manner as well. Therefore, he decided to create a world of his own; a place where no Kings or Gods will rule the world, nor the Asuras will scare the humans. A wonder of its own kind; he wanted to make.”

“Therefore, he left Earth along with Mahrishi. I hope you have had heard about the legends about Mahrishi Agastya.”  

“Err, Emmm, a little bit, but as it has been an old thing, so it would be good if you can elaborate us about Mahrishi Agastya.” Remy tried to manage. Mahendra understood about our poor knowledge.

“He was not just any other sage of ancient times, but he was a great Explorer. It was him who took the Aryan Civilization to the southern India. He was the first man to cross the great Vindhyan mountain range. He made expeditions into the various parts of the Earth. He discovered many islands of your Indian ocean and of Pacific as well.”

Therefore, when Dev Vishwakarma decided to leave the Earth, Mahrishi also joined him because he wanted to explore this glorious and infinite universe.”

Their families also joined them in this grand expedition. They wandered in the space for a long time and then, they reached here. This planet besides its strange climate astounds both the gentlemen and the nonpareil beauty of this land forced them to stay here forever. Moreover, this planet is located at such a far distance that it wasn't easy for anyone to reach here.”

“Can you explain the reason behind this strange weather and I guess those igloos that we saw yesterday are somewhat related with the extremity of weather.” That was Tara, finally she broke her silence.

“Well, here in North Pole it happens only for 3 months and in South Pole those situations remain for 6 months. There are many factors behind climatic changes; we have two suns and Devbhoomi is located at different distance from each of them. The shape of orbit is also different and the last factor the tilt of axis, which is quite unique...”

“Therefore, we need those igloos to grow grains, vegetables and fruits. Though, we like to call them Bowl. In south, as the weather is quite tough, we don’t have any colonies over there.”

“I see...” Tara murmured. Rest of us was quiet and almost lost in our own thoughts. Suddenly a loud voice appeared in the atmosphere.

“The Councilors are waiting to see you, please come with me.” It was Vasumitra. I was ready to talk with those people who have created a “New Earth” here in a far corner of universe. 

To Be Continued...

Third part of the story can be read Here

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