Grid 41141

Grid 41141

Blogging finally after ages, again! Short story this time. :P

This time I am in a script writing kind of mood. Writing quality takes a back seat. Grip, growth and content of the story is the stress. J

The production imagination should be as advanced in technology as imaginable even for the short story that this is.

Characters:

Young: An adult European white male. He is the prodigious adopted son of Dhyaan (Indian Dad) and Anna (French Mom). They both are global aggregators of sequential digital knowledge and objects required for children. They are teachers in their times. Young’s original parents were legendary Italian couple drivers in Mach Three Race (exactly what the name suggests) who died in an accident.

Lee Jr.: A young Chinese girl of about 13 who is the daughter of Lee Sr. who was a core contributor to the conceptualization and construction of The Grid. (Explained later) Her mother died of cancer. She took to Intergrid games (later) very early in life and is the lead fighter from her Grid.

Victor: An adult black who is the son of Santi and Emma. They run their business of advanced circuitry and machine design and production in their background. (Explained later) He was the winner of last four Intergrid Matches. 

Scene One

/ Moonlit night at a junction of six roads lined by beautiful buildings with trippy and nice internal lighting is visible. Junction is a crisscrossing of six flyovers over an artificial lake. Advancements in civilization are evident. /

/ Three robots (think transformers) run in towards the lake and fight with sophisticated maneuvers. One emerges the winner and bows in Japanese style in front of the rubble of the two other robots. /

/ Three people run in towards the spot carrying high tech game controllers removing head gears with internal display, sound systems and mike.  Young is smiling broadly while Lee Jr. and Victor is sportingly dejected. /

Young waves to no one in particular.

Scene Two

/ A mash up of 20 mini scenes of groups of people (families, friend gatherings, work places) watching cheerily the above match on next generation display systems – holographic, 3 D, giant plasma screens etc. Crowd at most places is a mix of different races./

Scene three

/ We see a private small dome where parents of the three players are watching the match. /

/ Lee Sr. gives Anna a congratulatory hug and shakes hand firmly with Dhyaan. /

Lee Sr.: Well. That was the most exciting match we have seen since the dawn of Intergrid Matches. Badhaaiyaan. (Machine sound produced by a gadget worn by Lee Sr., Hindi word for congratulations.)

< Interruption one: This is a time when language has lost sense. Advancement in real time speech recognition and generation, and proliferation of Internet has made almost any information and knowledge accessible in real time making communication way easier and efficient. >

Santi: My boy Vicky there put in a real good fight. What say, Anna?

Emma: Come on now Santi, we need to work on those machines that we are giving to Vicky. We have to make better robots to help Vicky fight Young. We all know he was the best fighter out there tonight.

< Interruption two: Time is way into future. Production of gadgets has been significantly simplified through way advanced material research and immaculate versions of 3D printing. Individual production of gadgets is suggested mostly except in case of highly advanced machinery. Source of energy is universally consolidated. Renewable, free, clean energy is accessible to all through globally installed advanced harness systems. >

Anna: Of course, we all know Victor is the best controller of the advanced robots out there. He was born and raised amongst machines and it’s not hard to imagine his future in Intergrid Matches.

< Interruption three: The land on earth is divided into 99,999 equal sized grids. Each has roughly same population. Ethnic diversity in each is almost pretty even. Each grid competes amongst each other in various games like the advanced robotic Intergrid Matches and Mach Three Race etc. >

Dhyaan: I am happy for Vicky, Lee and Young. Youngie is a blessed man. We are in an age where we have eliminated physical and linguistic boundaries. We no more have countries but grids. There is no more rich or poor, only people using their faculties to their chosen level of exertion, sole driver being the joy of accomplishment and glory. We have eliminated dependency on destructive energy sources. Heck, we have ensured energy for all. We have collectively given up on the need for religion and have evolved into a species that can survive happily with no fear of the unknown. We have eliminated wars. We have colonized other planets organically. Collective intelligence has driven up the usage of brains power. After much hard lessons I am happy that we, as a race, are on the right path in evolution. Young was always a bright child. He participated in the Intergrid Matches for our grid, Grid 41141, for the first time. He is a natural at anything he does. He is the first known human to have used over 50% of his brain. I honestly can’t imagine what 100 % takes us to.

/Young waves at them all on the screen. What his adopted dad just said was faintly audible on one of the channels on his headgear. No change of emotions leave him. Just a flat display of pure joy of accomplishment in the form of a pleasant smile and a twinkle in the eyes set on future./

/end/       

IN THE PROCESS OF EVOLUTION!!!

for a change yesterday's discussion took a different topic altogether and the conclusion was altogether different n interesting, particularly for souls like me! :D

topic began somewhere around the brief stint i had with a snake on a tree recently. :D it went on to discussion about creatures in general n finally came to human beings, the lone creature that is entirely genetically designed to stand on just two feet.. the need that drove apes to stand up n be us was our topic of discussion, again, assuming that we came from apes.. i realized in the course of discussion that humans are insanely lazy!!! apes are active, very stable while walking thin wall, climbing trees n jumping from branches to branches n so on.. but in the course of evolution, some bum monkeys probably decided that they were way too tired or lazy to cling on to branches n decided to give standing on earth a shot.. then they decided to cover up the lack of enough food on the ground by inventing cultivation n agriculture.. then the more lazy he got, more comforts he wanted at his finger tips n eventually got better brains to make things easier for himself.. then why should i be blamed for being lazy??? am just IN THE PROCESS OF EVOLUTION!!! :D

enlightenment

ahhhh.. long break.. swine flu.. broken thumb.. i have nothing to do.. or perhaps i must say i have things to do that i dont wanna do.. so i am doing nothing !

but yes, i love to write.. so i have decided to blog.. i am sitting like a lazy duck.. well, are there any duck that aint lazy?? hmmm.. i must correct myself n say that i am sitting like a duck.. period!

a rather interesting thought came across me mind.. i was trying to decide whether am lazy or is it that i should just lay all my procrastination tendencies on my ill-fate? coz i know, that in the long run, i might have to suffer coz of it.. but then, whats ill-fate? what is ill or good in fate? what is fate? since nothing is predecided or accurately predictable in true essence, i think i have to discard the possibility of anything called fate!

a line i heard somewhere recently impressed me to no end. in that episode,a very possessive protective mom always stays with her girl child n they share a brilliant chemistry. the kid never lies to her mom. the mom says to someone, "wouldnt the world be a much better place if everybody had this feeling that their mom is looking over their shoulders???". i loved that line. but then i asked myself, is that motherly figure required??? dont we all have an inner self that is scared when we cross dark alleys? aint that the same inner being who makes us tensed when we do something which we know is wrong? who is that person in us?? my flatmates have been in a very funny mood lately.. lol.. no disprespect, its an interesting sequence of events of course , but its funny.. we read excerpts from a book on living life the right way.. its called "a new earth" or sumthing. then there are Bhagwad Gita sessions.. there are a lot of deliberations about attaining something along the lines of Nirvana.. it has been a very intriguing thought process for half of us.. having gone through a lot of indulgence in life thats nowhere near nirvana, i feel a tingling sensation at the thought of enlightenment! :D

enlightenment i guess is like the gabbar figure moms use to scare their kids to sleep i guess. it hardly ever comes to anyone! we guys are like veeru n jai.. :P we are going for gabbar.. or for enlightenment.. :P

anyways, moving on, when i think abt it, i guess enlightenment is like an unacheivable destination for the poor inner self of ours.. unreachable, coz we are never detached from the outer self of ours, the embodiment of all our worldly exposure n egos n desires. probably unless n until the exterior n the interior r entirely aligned to the same goal, it will remain a far cry.. i have never come across a person in my life who is completely detached from the very urges that the exterior calls for.. i havent seen a black swan either.. so i believe in neither.. :)

so i guess enlightenment is bullshit..

enough for now.. more laters when i, god forbid, break more bones.. :D

A smile...

blogging after ages.. been kinda away from net access for quite some time now.. but well.. kept on writing stuff anyways behind notebooks n all.. have abt 6 stories n first chapter of a novelish stuff written.. :D. here goes the first story:

Once again I woke up to the warm gleaming stream of light entering my small room past a crack on the wooden window to the right of my bed.I searched for my glasses on the handicraft stool to the left of my bed.That is where i always kept them.After fishing it out of a messy wreck of stashed cigarette packs and newspapers I reached the door looking for newspaper. I am not one of those people who cant have their morning tea without holding their newspaper first. It was the talk of the town that when an old man was thrown out of his own house by his kids, he had started a newspaper agency and loads of people had signed him up out of sympathy. I had registered too. I always used to wish him in the mornings. He would always reply with a warm smile. Nothing more, nothing less. Lately he had been getting progressively late in delivering the paper. Old age, I suppose, was beginning to catch up with him. Once the sympathy had begun to have its effect worn off, many of the people who used to deal with him moved on to younger agents who would come in their cycles and deliver the newspapers before dawn. Since I was hardly interested in reading the newspaper, it hardly mattered to me how late it came and hence I continued with him. All i actually cared for was his smile. A simple emotion that suffused in me an excess of thirst for life, a spur to my heart beats, a grand proof of the ultimate human desire - happiness. The door was ajar but I could not find the newspaper hanging messily as usual on the gate. I had gotten up late and was almost sure when i did that i would have missed him today.I was happy that he had not come yet.I wont be missing him after all.But then, I could not help getting a bit worried about him. It was almost 11 in the morning and my kids had already gone to work. The old man had never been this late. I came back into my room and looked around just in case somebody else got it in while i was asleep.All I could see was my clothes scattered haphazardly and the old untouched newspapers stacked neatly on the far corner to the left of my cupboard. I cleaned up the mess a little and piled all my clothes into a laundry bag and threw it on the sofa. I was sweating and I could feel my heart pumping hard.Each morning of the past four years of my life had begun with the old man.Though seemingly unimportant, the fact that I am very old made me resistant to changes.With so little to look forward to, each little thing I did on any given day was like an event for me, though they might be predictable and supremely boring to people in younger clothes.Somehow, meeting this old man felt unique every time. Its a wonder how a simple smile could mean so much to me while so less was uttered. The day treaded slowly and lazily past noon. I was painting, but, my ears were waiting for a door bell and a familiar sound of old feet dragging on the pebble strewn garden path leading to the gate. My eyes were waiting for that smile. Suddenly I heard a sound at the gate and I rushed to the door as fast as my lazy flesh and bones could drag me.It was my son's car at the gate. My son, his wife and my granddaughter stepped out of the car.It was not common for them to come back home at this hour.I stared at them. They could easily see a question in my eyes i guess. But none said anything. My son slowly came to me and held me tight and whispered something into my ears. I could not understand it. Rather, I guess my body refused to hear it. I moved away from him and looked at the road leading to our gate. I was still looking out for the old man. This was the most late he had ever gotten. I made a mental note to make him sit down and have a cup of tea with me or perhaps even lunch. He should be coming any time now, I thought. "when the newspaper comes, do tell me." I said to noone in particular and was about to go inside when my son stopped me. He held me and shook me and said, " Dad is dead mom.Dead". My newspaper man would never come again.


do comment. :)
cheers.

~M~

crap! the ploy against the bad! :D

Am still trying hard to get a good ending to a story that I had started writing.. but while at it, thought I should post this stupid poem that I wrote unknowingly.. I have no idea when I wrote this.. was in a deep high most probably ! :)

Stand by me as I spin a mesh
rotting mess replaced by flesh
you in my dreams make me fresh
oh, how much I love your flesh.

So goes the ploy against the bad
to rid all that makes you really sad.
fly oh my bird on those cold winds
those that soon shall ride your minds

Let them dictate you now
show you hurt and show u how
to inflict pain, to make them bow.
to promise your coffin the best tow!


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I could make no heads nor tails out of this when i got up. Neways. L8r! Gnite! :)

Leaves turned!

Winter was there for all to see. Ripe red maple leaves lay strewn all over the diamond shaped cut stone laid path leading from my porch to the gate, one red vein connecting my abode to the world outisde guarded by maple trees. The green lawns on its either sides, the pool to the north with a mermaid spewing water, the white painted bird house perched on the banyan tree, all were a treat to the eye. Yet, my bliss, my source of eternal happiness was none of these delicacies nature had to offer. My eyes were fixed on the beautiful young lady in front of me. I couldn't write down what i felt when in her company. There she walked on the stone laid path carefully picking fresh leaves that fell over night. There was an air of timeless devotion in her actions. Every now and then I could see her wetting her forehead with honeydew and looking up to the heavens as though receving god's blessings with open hands. How I wish that was true though. She piled the collection for the day by the mailbox and sat with her back against the pole on which the box stood. There she sat, the embodiment of all my joys, my cares, my worries and my love, looking at me with an expression in her eyes that could best be described as a mix of a never ending wait and a profound pride at her own effort, seeking rewards. A symbol of pure and innocent beauty, of virtues hard to find and describe. As she sat there watching a beetle crawl over her leaves, a silent storm raged in my mind. She nudged the beetle, careful not to harm it in any way, re arranged her leaves and looked at me urging for approval. I nodded even as the storm within showed no signs of weakness. Every second my precious darling spent there with her eyes fixed up at the mailbox, the gail in the abyss of my mind seemed to gain in dimensions. How was I to tell her that I had lied, that Gods wont hasten the letter she was waiting for in return for the fresh picked leaves offered. How was I to tell my love, my princess, that she would never get the letter from her mother, my dear wife whom god took away from me. The beetle sat again on a leaf and my baby looked at me and then at the beetle and said with a shaky voice. "Are you not someone's mother too? Somebody might be waiting for you. Please go, while I wait for my mother". I hugged her tight. I could see nothing, hear nothing but the storm within and my darling sobbing tucking on my shirt.

Cut!

hmmmm...

this is one story that I myself loved after I wrote it down.. :)
was up on orkut for a long time. For those who dint get to read this full version, here goes:

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"I dont hate him, I seriously dont. Its sympathy, if thats what it can be called. I couldn't stand it, I couldnt see him like that and I bet he does understand it too." said Fredreich as he sat looking at the grey reflection of himself in the muddy lake water. Adrian was looking elsewhere. Skyscrapers stood like trees across the lake. Summer evening sun hid behind them imparting the concrete jungle a mystique aura. " Are you even listening to me?" Fredreich was beginning to feel that he was talking to himself. He put his feet down into the water and bent over to cover his face between his legs. "Fred, you know that it's not me whom you have to convince..", Adrian began slowly after a long draught of the moist air that smelt of freshly wet mud. He had always loved this fragrance but today was different. He couldn't feel the happiness that rallied into his mind everytime he experienced anything related to his childhood days. "..even I don't feel it was your fault. But don't you understand that they are different? The whole world else is alien to us three, Fred. They never understood any of us and never will."


The day had almost come to an end. Last defiant rays of tired sun that managed to outlast the buildings seemed like arrows flying straight at them. Fred lifted his head up. Tears had wet the spots that were his eyes a while ago. " But it has to be somebody's fault, right? Afterall, I could have killed him. Although i am not sure if i should be happy i couldnt do it or not. I was always a happy man, Adrian. I always had my dreams. I always aspired to grow.I cherished success,Adrian. I believed in hardwork and its fruits. I wanted to live life. But look at Allan.What is he doing in this world. How long was he going to stay squashed under that bastard whom he calls 'boss'? How long was he going to stay dissatisfied and aimless anyways? How long was he going to survive without a drive,Adrian? How mean had the world been to him? And now that I tried to relieve him of these myseries, this world believes it's upto them to decide whether I am at fault? Life has to be lived with passion Adrian. There is no room for static people like Allan here. It suffocated me to see him squirm under those whom he should have never cared about. He was too lethargic to do it and so i had to do it for him.I had to do something. I had to put an end to it. I had to kill him or atleast try my best."


"Well, that is where the difference lies between us, Fred. Ya, even i knew that Allan was a misfit here. But then, think about it, arent we all so? I myself am a disconnected man. I could not care less about a stressful,tough life myself. I seldom cared about these hurdles myself. I wandered from one green island to another in search of nothing,Fred. I was a step beyond complacency myself. I could not face challenges or fears and so i chose to avoid them. I ran, Fred, far far away from a hardworking me. I absoultely deny facing anything that stresses me out. Which is exactly why I said i cant help you when you asked me for assistance to kill him. I had to tell someone about it. I did and they saved Allan. But I guess i am too indifferent now, Fred. You can choose to do what you want with him and I promise to keep mum. Maybe you are wrong or maybe you are right, I dont know and I dont care."


" Then why dont you just go ahead and kill me, Fred?" Allan's voice startled them both. They had no idea when he reached there. It felt as if he was standing there all along. It felt as though he knew everything from what they were talking to what they were thinking this very moment. " I myself am tired of this bitch called life,Fred. You are right. There is no room for me here. I am not a fighter like you, Fred. Nor can i be free enough a bird to leave my nest as and when i have a problem like you, Adrian. I have my own limitations. I am lazy guys. I am neither taleneted nor intelligent. I have to adjust to everyone and anyone who walks over me. It's not like I dont realize it, my friends. I just dont have a choice. I was made like this. I am like this."


Fredreich got up. He searched hastily inside his pockets and found a knife. He looked at Adrian. Adrian chose to look away. He suddenly seemed to have taken an interest for the birds that were flying back to their nests. He wondered whether they were helplessly changing nests even as they were talking, leaving all that they could call their's behind. Fred looked at Allan now. He saw in his eyes helplessness, the very quality of him that Fred hated most. " come on, end me." Allan said and stretched out his wrists. Fred held his folded palms and slashed both his nerves. After about a dozen quick strokes Fred began to feel drowsy. Everything seemed to go blurred. Adrian had vanished. Allan was standing in front of him, smiling. Allan said," Dont worry Fred. Adrian had to go. He knows he cant stop it this time. We are far away from any place he could look for help."

Next day's newspaper said: " Famous computer programmer Fredreich A. Allan succeeds in his second suicide attempt."