Babli too has a right to toilets

"Namaste

Myself Babli. I am 12 years old. I live in Chember. Chember is a small village in your big India. You cannot locate it on map. My Maa tells me that there are many small villages in big India. Hazaaro! Arey 5 are near my Chember only, Sacchi.

I live very interesting life. I wake. I bath. I do pooja. I jhadoo. Then I go to school also. In the evening I am free. So mother makes me go to the nearby big village to get water for next day. I love to go to nearby village. Ask why? Because there I can do susu without fear. Hehe!

Nearby village has big homes, big schools, big wells, big water pumps and toilets also. You must be thinking why I need toilets. Actually there are no toilets in my village. I do susu and potty in open only. Each morning I walk 1 km and reach the place to my toilet. You know, like dogs have their own places to pee and they divide territories that way, same to same with our village. We have our own places to pee. Our village people no less than dogs.

BlogAdda Game of Blogs: Team ByLines- Chapter 26

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Things were falling into place. Truths were being revealed, secrets were being discovered and lessons were being taught. While majority of the people on Earth were still deep asleep, a group of people were concocting for a new dawn. The dawn was supposed to bring a new ray of hope and it was eagerly awaited.

Cool breeze blew against her face while Tara stood on the pavement. The restlessness of the past few days was gone. She scanned the sleeping people nearby cerebrally. Even after decades of not using her powers, she felt like she had never lost control of them. Within a couple of minutes, she was a master.

She heard the grievances of those people. Fear was so constant that it had amalgamated with every feeling that a human could feel. They all feared destruction. All of them. As much as she wanted to sympathize, Tara knew that it was them who had invited this menace. Now, she was all ready to reverse the effects that human activities had created on the Earth. She did not know how long it could take or how much of her power will be consumed in this. The Grand Master had hinted that they might even have to sacrifice a few lives to save the billions on Earth; a few lives including her own. She thought about her family, about her loving husband and her innocent daughter. She wanted to live with them, for them. I tear escaped her eye as she fought with her feelings. If she grew weak now, the end was inevitable. It was in the interest of everybody including her family that she look past them and at the greater good. She drew in a deep breath and readied herself for the most important project in the universe then.

“Clariota, are you ready? We are beginning the session soon,” Cyrus’ voice urged from behind her. Tara, somehow, was still not comfortable with that name. It alienated her from the world she had been living in for the past decades.

“Cyrus, I realize we have very less time. It took you days to bring me back from my human state. How would we ever succeed in awakening thousand others in less than three days?” Tara asked, concerned.

“The Grand Master is back. His powers are unimaginable. He has spent decades travelling and searching for the truth, vitalizing his powers. You and I, the most powerful peacekeepers on Earth, could certainly not have done it alone. But we have him now. He has done the groundwork with his mind power. Now we only need to use the Galladium, like it was used on you.”

“Are they all here?”

“Some of them. We should start working on them without losing more time.”

Tara walked behind Cyrus as he led her inside. The room was no different. It was just as it had been when Tara had first seen it. She remembered her feelings on first coming here, seeing the Grand Master and sitting on the chair as one of his targets. The look on some five hundred faces in the room confirmed similar feelings. They were clueless as to why had they been brought here. The Great Master was nowhere to be seen. Tara went up to the stage and announced, “Fear not, my friends. We shall enlighten you about your own selves and we will answer all your questions. We are doing this for the greater good. Choosing the light will not only have a profound impact on your reality, but also on everyone whom you encounter. The ripple effect, we will call it, as your vibration increases, so does the vibration of those whom you encounter.” She could not even believe herself and in the confidence she had in her own words. It all felt so natural to her, as if she was meant to be a leader since always.

Cyrus looked at Tara, proudly. He was glad he could bring her back. The good old days were not far now. If Tara could embrace her character and her real self entirely, she will leave this selfish world and come with him where she belongs. They will grow old together and will keep serving their true purpose.

“We need you to put both your hands on the shoulders of the person sitting adjacent to you,” Tara continued. “Yes that way. Cyrus shall be holding your shoulders, the last person there. And I will be here, with the first one.” Cyrus went up to the last person seated in the arrangement and put a hand on his shoulders, just as he had done to Tara. Tara held the person sitting on the extreme right of the first row. “Remember, you will never be the same again. You are waking up from this deep slumber that the Earth has put you in.”

Just then the Grand Master entered with the same cubical box. It opened as he touched his forefinger on the box. The sparkling fumes arose out of the box. Everything in the room was almost blinding. The quantity of Galladium was huge this time. The people in the room were left enthralled. In the next two seconds he drew two vertical lines and a parabola facing upwards on all the five hundred foreheads in the room. Due to the presence of three superpowers in the room, the Galladium rushed through the bodies of people swiftly.

Tara’s mind could hear the voices. Some were very pleasant and confident, they went through this process with ease. Others, the one’s more comfortable as humans, went through a lot of pain. Tara heard their cries. She did not know if they would complete the process successfully or not. She turned to face the Master, but he was already concentrating on easing their ache. She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on these voices too, one by one. Using her powers, she helped as many as she could and released their sufferings.

After some 30 minutes, there was absolute silence in the room. The people had been awakened and they were aware of the reason why. Immense energy could be felt floating in the room. The Galladium had done its job. The Grand Master signaled Tara and Cyrus that they had done a good job and it was now time to move on to other people.

Two days passed with the same process reiterating itself. More and more people were realizing their powers and bowing down to the Master. Within two days, they had together created an army that was enough to suffice the purpose. He decided that it was now time to put all their powers to use.

*****

Shekhar looked at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes were red and dark circles had started forming below them. He was not able to sleep for the past few nights. Closing the lid of the basin he lifted the knob of the tap and allowed the gushing water to fill the sink. Once filled entirely, he submerged his head in the basin while his eyes remained open. After about thirty seconds, he pulled off the lid. The water swirled and started draining out. The vortex of water at the sink hole hit him with a realization. His life had not been different from that vortex for the past few days. Everything around him that had solaced him for years was now tossing and tumbling in an inevitable vortex and he was unable to get hold of anything. His love, his family, his life and everything that delimited it was now slithering away from him into a void that he had no idea about just like the water that was draining through the sink hole.

He took a long breath once his head was out of the water. “Tara had been lying to me all these years,” he thought and the revulsion in his eyes was evident in his reflection. His fists were clenched. “This is not the end. The world will know that they have been tricked by the aliens for so many years and this will incite a war, a war that was indispensable. We humans are the superior beings. We will be able purge them and make our planet safe again. My revelations will infuriate the human kind and they will join my hands in this war against the aliens,” he thought.

He went straight to his study after leaving the washroom. He walked upto his cupboard and brought the laptop out. Writing on a typewriter again could not be afforded, he concluded. Keeping his laptop besides his typewriter, his gaze fell onto the photograph that has always offered him a smile; till now. But today, he could feel the rage pumping through his veins. Just as he was about to throw the photograph at the wall in anger, a mail notification from his laptop distracted him.

*****

The 7 RCR was a hum of activity. The Prime Minister had just returned after a two-week long foreign visit. He had returned armed with many deals that would steer the country into an era of economic growth. The man himself was busy going over the complaints and suggestions that he had received from people through the new interactive website of the Prime Minister’s Office.

When a turquoise blue dome entered the room with the sound of a splash, he wasn’t alarmed. He understood what was about to follow. He had been a skeptic when it came to existence of Aliens. But a top secret call from his British and Australian Counterparts early in the morning had alerted him to the presence of these benevolent Aliens called Peace Keepers.

The Dome opened like a flower and out of it emerged a young man dressed in black business suit and wearing spectacles. He was extremely fair. With him was a gorgeous woman with short hair and beautiful features, dressed in a dark gray business suit. She appeared as tall as the man was, as she was wearing stilettos.

 “Good Evening, Mr. Prime Minister.  How are you this evening?” asked the young man bowing to him.

“I believe I am okay. I was anticipating your arrival. Do take your seats,” said the honorable Prime Minister with his characteristic smile. After guiding them to their seats, he asked them to explain the objective of their visit.

“Sorry to intrude Mr. Prime Minister. But the matter is of utmost urgency. We generally keep away from intruding in the government affairs. But at this troubled time, we require assistance. Let me introduce myself. I am Omega, the master of peacekeepers. And this is Clariota, my second in command,” said Cyrus aka Omega, the master of the Peacekeepers.

While Omega talked, Clariota supported him with visuals created on a blue projection board that was created using beams that emerged out of her hand. By the end of their presentation, the Prime Minister was up on his feet.

“Explain to me what facilities have to be provided and where. I will see to it that the public is kept out and that the place is prepared exactly in the way you want it. Nothing is greater than the protection of the Mother Earth. You have my full support and that of my government. Absolute secrecy would be maintained,” said the Prime Minister.

Clariota and Omega stood up after thanking the great man. Some other heads of states that they had visited had been too difficult to convince.

The eight countries at eight critical points on the earth, which would be crucial in their plan to counter the attack from the Gray Aliens, were now cooperating with the Peacekeepers.

The stage was set for the paramount most salvation that had ever happened in the history of the earth.


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BlogAdda Game of Blogs: Team ByLines- Chapter 26

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Things were falling into place. Truths were being revealed, secrets were being discovered and lessons were being taught. While majority of the people on Earth were still deep asleep, a group of people were concocting for a new dawn. The dawn was supposed to bring a new ray of hope and it was eagerly awaited.

Cool breeze blew against her face while Tara stood on the pavement. The restlessness of the past few days was gone. She scanned the sleeping people nearby cerebrally. Even after decades of not using her powers, she felt like she had never lost control of them. Within a couple of minutes, she was a master.

She heard the grievances of those people. Fear was so constant that it had amalgamated with every feeling that a human could feel. They all feared destruction. All of them. As much as she wanted to sympathize, Tara knew that it was them who had invited this menace. Now, she was all ready to reverse the effects that human activities had created on the Earth. She did not know how long it could take or how much of her power will be consumed in this. The Grand Master had hinted that they might even have to sacrifice a few lives to save the billions on Earth; a few lives including her own. She thought about her family, about her loving husband and her innocent daughter. She wanted to live with them, for them. I tear escaped her eye as she fought with her feelings. If she grew weak now, the end was inevitable. It was in the interest of everybody including her family that she look past them and at the greater good. She drew in a deep breath and readied herself for the most important project in the universe then.

“Clariota, are you ready? We are beginning the session soon,” Cyrus’ voice urged from behind her. Tara, somehow, was still not comfortable with that name. It alienated her from the world she had been living in for the past decades.

“Cyrus, I realize we have very less time. It took you days to bring me back from my human state. How would we ever succeed in awakening thousand others in less than three days?” Tara asked, concerned.

“The Grand Master is back. His powers are unimaginable. He has spent decades travelling and searching for the truth, vitalizing his powers. You and I, the most powerful peacekeepers on Earth, could certainly not have done it alone. But we have him now. He has done the groundwork with his mind power. Now we only need to use the Galladium, like it was used on you.”

“Are they all here?”

“Some of them. We should start working on them without losing more time.”

Tara walked behind Cyrus as he led her inside. The room was no different. It was just as it had been when Tara had first seen it. She remembered her feelings on first coming here, seeing the Grand Master and sitting on the chair as one of his targets. The look on some five hundred faces in the room confirmed similar feelings. They were clueless as to why had they been brought here. The Great Master was nowhere to be seen. Tara went up to the stage and announced, “Fear not, my friends. We shall enlighten you about your own selves and we will answer all your questions. We are doing this for the greater good. Choosing the light will not only have a profound impact on your reality, but also on everyone whom you encounter. The ripple effect, we will call it, as your vibration increases, so does the vibration of those whom you encounter.” She could not even believe herself and in the confidence she had in her own words. It all felt so natural to her, as if she was meant to be a leader since always.

Cyrus looked at Tara, proudly. He was glad he could bring her back. The good old days were not far now. If Tara could embrace her character and her real self entirely, she will leave this selfish world and come with him where she belongs. They will grow old together and will keep serving their true purpose.

“We need you to put both your hands on the shoulders of the person sitting adjacent to you,” Tara continued. “Yes that way. Cyrus shall be holding your shoulders, the last person there. And I will be here, with the first one.” Cyrus went up to the last person seated in the arrangement and put a hand on his shoulders, just as he had done to Tara. Tara held the person sitting on the extreme right of the first row. “Remember, you will never be the same again. You are waking up from this deep slumber that the Earth has put you in.”

Just then the Grand Master entered with the same cubical box. It opened as he touched his forefinger on the box. The sparkling fumes arose out of the box. Everything in the room was almost blinding. The quantity of Galladium was huge this time. The people in the room were left enthralled. In the next two seconds he drew two vertical lines and a parabola facing upwards on all the five hundred foreheads in the room. Due to the presence of three superpowers in the room, the Galladium rushed through the bodies of people swiftly.

Tara’s mind could hear the voices. Some were very pleasant and confident, they went through this process with ease. Others, the one’s more comfortable as humans, went through a lot of pain. Tara heard their cries. She did not know if they would complete the process successfully or not. She turned to face the Master, but he was already concentrating on easing their ache. She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on these voices too, one by one. Using her powers, she helped as many as she could and released their sufferings.

After some 30 minutes, there was absolute silence in the room. The people had been awakened and they were aware of the reason why. Immense energy could be felt floating in the room. The Galladium had done its job. The Grand Master signaled Tara and Cyrus that they had done a good job and it was now time to move on to other people.

Two days passed with the same process reiterating itself. More and more people were realizing their powers and bowing down to the Master. Within two days, they had together created an army that was enough to suffice the purpose. He decided that it was now time to put all their powers to use.

*****

Shekhar looked at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes were red and dark circles had started forming below them. He was not able to sleep for the past few nights. Closing the lid of the basin he lifted the knob of the tap and allowed the gushing water to fill the sink. Once filled entirely, he submerged his head in the basin while his eyes remained open. After about thirty seconds, he pulled off the lid. The water swirled and started draining out. The vortex of water at the sink hole hit him with a realization. His life had not been different from that vortex for the past few days. Everything around him that had solaced him for years was now tossing and tumbling in an inevitable vortex and he was unable to get hold of anything. His love, his family, his life and everything that delimited it was now slithering away from him into a void that he had no idea about just like the water that was draining through the sink hole.

He took a long breath once his head was out of the water. “Tara had been lying to me all these years,” he thought and the revulsion in his eyes was evident in his reflection. His fists were clenched. “This is not the end. The world will know that they have been tricked by the aliens for so many years and this will incite a war, a war that was indispensable. We humans are the superior beings. We will be able purge them and make our planet safe again. My revelations will infuriate the human kind and they will join my hands in this war against the aliens,” he thought.

He went straight to his study after leaving the washroom. He walked upto his cupboard and brought the laptop out. Writing on a typewriter again could not be afforded, he concluded. Keeping his laptop besides his typewriter, his gaze fell onto the photograph that has always offered him a smile; till now. But today, he could feel the rage pumping through his veins. Just as he was about to throw the photograph at the wall in anger, a mail notification from his laptop distracted him.

*****

The 7 RCR was a hum of activity. The Prime Minister had just returned after a two-week long foreign visit. He had returned armed with many deals that would steer the country into an era of economic growth. The man himself was busy going over the complaints and suggestions that he had received from people through the new interactive website of the Prime Minister’s Office.

When a turquoise blue dome entered the room with the sound of a splash, he wasn’t alarmed. He understood what was about to follow. He had been a skeptic when it came to existence of Aliens. But a top secret call from his British and Australian Counterparts early in the morning had alerted him to the presence of these benevolent Aliens called Peace Keepers.

The Dome opened like a flower and out of it emerged a young man dressed in black business suit and wearing spectacles. He was extremely fair. With him was a gorgeous woman with short hair and beautiful features, dressed in a dark gray business suit. She appeared as tall as the man was, as she was wearing stilettos.

 “Good Evening, Mr. Prime Minister.  How are you this evening?” asked the young man bowing to him.

“I believe I am okay. I was anticipating your arrival. Do take your seats,” said the honorable Prime Minister with his characteristic smile. After guiding them to their seats, he asked them to explain the objective of their visit.

“Sorry to intrude Mr. Prime Minister. But the matter is of utmost urgency. We generally keep away from intruding in the government affairs. But at this troubled time, we require assistance. Let me introduce myself. I am Omega, the master of peacekeepers. And this is Clariota, my second in command,” said Cyrus aka Omega, the master of the Peacekeepers.

While Omega talked, Clariota supported him with visuals created on a blue projection board that was created using beams that emerged out of her hand. By the end of their presentation, the Prime Minister was up on his feet.

“Explain to me what facilities have to be provided and where. I will see to it that the public is kept out and that the place is prepared exactly in the way you want it. Nothing is greater than the protection of the Mother Earth. You have my full support and that of my government. Absolute secrecy would be maintained,” said the Prime Minister.

Clariota and Omega stood up after thanking the great man. Some other heads of states that they had visited had been too difficult to convince.

The eight countries at eight critical points on the earth, which would be crucial in their plan to counter the attack from the Gray Aliens, were now cooperating with the Peacekeepers.

The stage was set for the paramount most salvation that had ever happened in the history of the earth.


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“You?!” exclaimed Shekhar. Cyrus was the last person anybody in the room had expected right then. Jennifer stood up from beside Tara, her eyes hooked on Cyrus and mind in a turmoil trying to absorb what she had just heard.

“Tara, you are not what you think you are. You are not one of them. You do not belong here and that is the truth,” Cyrus said, ignoring Shekhar and Jennifer’s piercing looks. He carefully closed the door behind him and entered the house.  He walked towards Tara. Placing one hand over his forehead, he tried to transfer his thoughts onto Tara’s mind.

“Ouch. My head hurts! Cyrus, stop! Stop whatever you are doing,” shouted Tara, shutting her eyes tightly to release the pain. Shekhar ran towards Cyrus and pushed him back.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Shekhar exclaimed. Come what may, he could not see Tara in any further pain. Cyrus looked up at Shekhar, his eyes burning bright with determination. Fear gripped Shekhar and he stepped back.

“Tara, you can handle the pain. You need to! It’s more important for you right now to realize who you are, where you’re from.” The desperation in Cyrus’ voice was evident.

“I am as human as anybody in this room is. My name Tara Dutta, and I am from this very planet. What is wrong with everybody here?” Tara barely managed to say. A drop of sweat rushed down her spine as she finished. 

“Alright. When you’re not ready to see what I want to show you, be ready to hear it. I will tell you everything. I will tell you all everything.” Shekhar, Tara and Jennifer looked at Cyrus, confused.

Roohi was sitting in a corner patiently. She was relieved that Cyrus was finally going to tell them what had been puzzling her for days. He was one of those who were a complete enigma to her.  She never heard his thoughts when she wanted. But sometimes certain notions came to her head as though he was projecting his thoughts for her to receive. And at that moments, the thoughts were pleading for assistance.

“Tara Dutta is a name you have adopted for yourself. You are Clariota. Clariota, a very powerful peacekeeper alien.”

The sweat-soaked Tara went pale.

“In your dreams, I am,” snapped Tara.

“Listen, please. Sit down everybody. I will begin at the beginning. Right at the place and time where it all began,” Cyrus said after making everybody to sit on the living room sofa.

 “Some 4,320,00 years ago, Earth was invaded by the Anunnakis, an advanced civilization from the tenth planet of our solar system. They are also known as the gray aliens due to their gray skin tone. 

 Their aim was to extract galladium or monoatomic gold from the vast oceans of earth. More than that they needed the elemental gold from which also they could extract Galladium. They capitalized over the Persian Gulf area in search of gold mines.”

“2,500,00 years ago, the lower echelon gray alien miners rebelled against the conditions in the mines. They refused to work. To replace them, Anunnaki heads decided to create slaves. Enki, their scientist and Ninhursag, their medical officer experimented with the Homoerutus species that inhabited earth then.  In order make them intelligent enough they mixed a few  Anunnaki genes with those of Homo erectus. The resulting species was the homosapiens or modern day humans. As the demand for work became greater, they genetically modified them to reproduce. Eventually, humans became so numerous that they started spreading over the planet.”

“So we all are aliens in that case! We are all Homo sapiens. Why is everybody pointing fingers at me?!” interrupted Tara.

“I have not finished yet. Humans eventually started overpowering the Anunnakis as they increased in population. After acquiring all the gold that they could get hold of, the Anunnakis escaped from the earth. What they left behind were their slaves- humans, and a secret! This secret that they had discovered, and left behind was the key to harness the energy of the Earth. They had no use of it then. Hence, they left without it. But now, the secret is something every scientist on Earth is after and what earth requires at the moment! The keepers of secret also know the secret to create monoatomic gold from ocean water. If we find these secrets, we can stop the Earth from the catastrophe that is looming near.”

Jennifer and Shekhar leaned forward eager to grasp the details of what Cyrus was explaining.

“ Anunnakis realized their error a few thousand years ago. They realized that their secret if came into the hands of the humans was going to make them into the most powerful species in the universe. They plan to attack earth and destroy the human race along with the secret. The species they created pose a definite threat to their existence.”

“I heard the peacekeepers protect the earth. So what are they doing?”Jennifer spoke for the first time since Cyrus’ arrival.

“The Peacekeepers have been interacting and watching over humanity for hundreds of thousands of years. We have spies among the gray aliens and that is how we came to know of this plan of the gray aliens. We wanted to find the hidden secret technology that humans can use to heal the Earth. It is faster and safer than all the present day power sources. For this purpose, we sent many peacekeeper aliens to earth to unearth this hidden secret or to find the keepers of this secret,” paused Cyrus.

 “Many failed as the tasks that were supposed to be performed by this peacekeeper required great skills. That is when we decided to send our most powerful one to earth, Clariota. Clariota is none other than who you know as Tara,” he said and Tara jumped up from the couch.

“Me? I am that powerful peacekeeper alien? Then why do I not know anything about it??” said Tara, panicked and astonished at the same time. Her body had frozen and her mind refused to register anything. She looked at Shekhar for solace, but his eyes were glued to Cyrus.

“Because you were so fascinated by the humans when you lived with them that you started to be like them. You walked liked them, you talked like them, you dressed like them and now, you even feel like them! You stopped creating the protective shield around you that protect us peacekeepers from being effected by human emotions. The result was that the emotions drowned out all your powers. You still posses many, the reason why I am unable to communicate with you telepathically, the way peacekeepers communicate, is because you shield my thoughts. Your powers keep popping out of the grave every now and then, asking you to recognise them, helping you through each difficult stage of life and you? You call it luck and move on. You need to realise your inner strengths and powers and let them overpower your human instincts. Do you see how successful you are? It is because of that 5% of your power that you use. Imagine the miracles you can create by using them efficiently! You can help save the humans from the gray aliens! You need to do that for us.”

“And how do you know all this, if I may ask you Mr. Stranger?” Shekhar asked Cyrus. He did not know whether to believe Cyrus or not. Having done some research, he knew some of Cyrus’ theories were right. But how could he believe his wife was not really his own?

“You have no choice, Mr. Dutta. I am Omega, the master of the Peacekeepers. I have come down to awaken all the peacekeeper aliens who have forgotten their purpose, just like Clariota,” Cyrus said and then glared at Tara.

Tara’s mind started to whorl. Why does this all sound so familiar? Could Cyrus really be my master? Just as she closed her eyes, she saw images of thousands of people bidding her goodbye. She saw Cyrus giving her lessons, showing her how to use her powers. Her head ached.

On realising that Tara was having visuals, Cyrus saw a ray of hope again.

“Do you see that Clariota? Do you see those people? You belong to them. Do you see your own power? You need to awaken them to fulfil our purpose.” His voice was deep and heavy. Tara suddenly opened her eyes, unable to take anymore. The redness in her eyes gave away her fear.

“Cyrus, why do you think any of us will believe you? I let you live with us on recommendation of your professor.  And these visuals I am getting can be created by any advanced hypnotist which I believe you are. You are no master. There are no peacekeepers. I do not have any powers. Nobody is trying to invade the earth. Gray aliens do not really exist! I don’t know why you are targeting me. But I think you should leave now.” Tara shouted. She was adamant.

“You do not realise the seriousness of…”

“Are you even listening to me? LEAVE. NOW.”

Cyrus gave Tara a sympathetic look. He knew the strength that the woman had would make it really difficult for him to break her thoughts. His telepathy was not working on her. He stood up and with a pleading glance towards Roohi that spoke much, and silently walked towards the door.

He turned back on reaching the door and pointed at Shekhar. “You! I believe now that you know who I am, you must also know how much power I hold. If I see you with that typewriter again tonight, trying to paint us in a colour that doesn’t suit us, you really well know what I am capable of doing. For your petty selfish greed, I cannot risk the entire humanity. You will never succeed writing that book down. I am warning you, Mr. Dutta, do not burden me with an innocent’s life.” He left, closing the door behind him with a bang.   

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“And now, the Earth too is on the verge of being demolished,” said the familiar voice again. This time, his calmness met a subtle current of worry.

 The room, unlike the previous one where the kundalini meditation was taught, was fully lighted.

But the man was undoubtedly the same.  The yellow tinge from the green lights made the hall look cryptic. He addressed more than a hundred straight faces and slouchy bodies. With black suits covering every inch of their body in the greenish-yellow hued hall, their snow-white masked faces remained their only identity. The numerous black figures merged perfectly with the black seats and black walls of the hall. The man addressing them too wore a shiny black suit and was wearing a mask. His young, amateurish looks contradicted with his heavy voice. He stood in front of them on a raised surface which resembled a stage. He did not use a mike. He spoke gently, swiftly and yet the person sitting at the farthest corner could hear him perfectly.

“I think history is about to be repeated. It happened to Phaester Osiris, the planet we all came from. It is no more habitable. We had unjustly used our powers. The mob was going crazy that evening. I still have memories of that night. Everybody wanted to get on the ship to Earth. We destroyed each other through our powers. That chaos, those screaming voices, mothers calling out to their children, lovers being separated. I can still hear them sometimes. It had rained tears and blood that day,” He looked up and he shivered from the remembered pain.

“Master, we need you to be strong. We cannot afford to lose you. Those memories will only keep killing you,” said a voice from the audience.

The master took a deep breath. “When Phaester Osiris, our home, was destroyed, creatures from that hot and dusky planet made Earth their home. We molded ourselves to look like humans. Gradually, our population increased as we inter-bred with the humans who were almost like us. We forgot about Phaester Osiris”, he continued.

A hand from the crowd rose and the figure stood up from his seat. “From what I know, Phaester Osiris crumpled down to pieces. Each piece gave birth to another habitat,” he almost whispered.

“Right, chief. And those who were still living there, they all got separated. Started living on different pieces of Phaester Osiris. Never met each other again. Some of them even died due to the agony they suffered,” Said the master, “We cannot let the same happen again. Throughout the history of its development, humanity has travelled a long road. From the primitive and limited, it graduated to the discovery of innumerable laws of nature, of social life and the achievements of modern technology.”

“Those people were done with their powers. They had seen the adverse use of it and swore to never use it again. The involvement of man in building a powerful world to suit its physical needs has gradually faded the memories of our inner power. He has forgotten the origin of his being.” The master continued.

“But do we not have another way? To remind them of their powers is a great risk we are taking. They might as well use it adversely again.” The chiefs spoke again.

“They will destroy the Earth if we do not show them another way. They will keep on depleting the Earth, ” answered the master.

“I agree. And we could always teach them the right way of using the power. We have the power and but remember not to use it in the wrong way. Why? Because we know the effects. Because we have been awakened. We shall awake them the right way.” Spoke up another chief.

“The risk shall still remain. Not everyone of them will have the positive quality lingering for long. Other ordinary humans might influence them. Worsening conditions might have an effect on their positive side,” spoke another.

“Deluged with new discoveries, man is in the process of destroying his home, the Earth. We have to help them. The risk will always be there. We can only sublimate it by strengthening the powers of the right souls. The master is the most powerful, he knows everything,” said the first chief.

“Silence everyone. I know what I’m doing, where I’m leading you. We haven’t gone wrong until now and we shall not in future too. You are my strength. Now you must have faith in me. The cognition of reality has to be stirred,” said the master, “Only when the human race realizes their true self, their powers, will they stop depleting their planet and put their knowledge to practical application.”

He closed his eyes and looked around. He raised his hands wide, parallel to the ground with clenched his fists. When he opened them, two shiny strays of blue coloured light arose from his palms. It kept rising until it grew around a metre long. Then the two blue rods started fading and sent a deep transparent sheet towards each other. The sheet had the entire map of the Earth drawn on it. The master then opened his eyes.

“This. This is the location of most of the hidden powers.” He pointed at a red line blinking on the map. “As they are in close affinity with each other, it will not be very difficult to awaken them. But we must be very careful while giving them the information about their past. Only positive sides need to be stirred, remember. Do not touch their negative powers. Once they re-awaken themselves, the negativity will automatically die.”

“Master, we need Clariota. We have you, the most powerful of all. Your powers will keep dying if you do not have the support of another powerful soul. And you know none of us can handle your strengths. Only Clariota can do that. You have to reach to her,” said a chief.

“I will. You are right. We all need her. Her people need her,” The master paused, “We shall meet again. Until then, you, the chiefs must keep up with your work. Get more members in our team. Choose them correctly. And remember, I have chosen you all for a reason. Believe in yourselves. Come on, let’s go back to our own countries again and carry on.”

“Let the blaze free, We shall honour our Master!” All the chiefs cried in unison.

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Blogadda Game of blogs- Team ByLines: Chapter 12

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Away from the swarm and the throng, from the mundane routines and the toxic carnal, there was a place hiding all the answers.  The clandestine was covered with lush green surroundings. To the eastward the main valley lay outspread. On the opposite side the land fell away in gullies into the sea. Small as the piece of land was, it had in it a quality of awakening majesty. The rich green thickets lying in the splendour of the westerning sun, added to the solemnity. The brick red wall hid everything from view, but ofcourse the people knew where they were. The place they had leased was a charming little brick house, with a neat flight of marble. Far edged steps lead up to its wide-arched door, leading to a dark room; the kind of darkness you experience before the enlightening.

The peaceful surroundings only contradicted the internal turmoil of the people as their inner wars were stirred. The high amount of energy suspended in the air could not be endured by a naive person. All looked still inside the room, only a figure moved, to and fro. It seemed to be demonstrating knowledge to the herd sitting on the floor, using simple hand gestures sometimes or enacting a process at other times- involving the entire body in it.

“The nervous system is our detector system and monitors how we interface with the world”, said a familiar voice. The calmness of the tone could soothe all your conflicts and tumults, and yet arouse a different restlessness in you. “This is not any normal meditation technique. If your normal meditation is Toyota Corolla, then, Kundalini Meditation is your Aston Martin, on no gas tanks! It takes you on a ride of your life. Kundalini is the awakening of the charka, soul, mind and body. It is a pathway into a different world, as some call it dimension.”

The seated individuals had their entire body concentrated in grasping every word that the man uttered. They let those words penetrate in them, deeper with every breath.

“Take a deep breath. Ooooooommmmm. Feel it in your entire body. Yes. Now slowly release. Shhhaaaaannnntttiiiiiiiiii. Feel the venoms moving out through your nostrils with the air. Repeat.”

He took a long pause.

“As yogic tradition describes it, Kundalini awakening is complex physio-psycho-spiritual transformative process. We activate with the star circling the Kundalini energy and then meditate on the light within us.” He then brought his palms together in front of his chest and breathing again, slowly moved them upwards. The others followed.

“Don't force things. The Kundalini is a great power, which leads us to enlightenment. But it comes by grace. The purpose is to divert the sexual energy to the brain. This is the Secret of Life — plain and simple. Only by sublimating sexual energy, can one reach the very heights of illumination.”

“Allow me to take you back in time. The true origins of Kundalini are severely misunderstood. Many people, especially Hindus say that it began with the sages around 5000-10,000 years ago. But where did these sages gather the knowledge of the true origin? The science of Kundalini Energy was in fact given to Hindu sages by the 'Manas', or better known as Annunaki and Pleiades, you know, the ones who come from the Heaven. The sages of such ancient time thought these beings were Gods, and it was God who gave them the blessing of such powers by touching their forehead. But they were no Gods. They were the ones who organized our DNA. They transformed us and our minds in the 3rd stage of humans. They made us who we are today. They protected us and guarded with their life for centuries. It is the arrogance of man, their culture and establishments which have failed to acknowledge them, shamelessly. Fulfilling my duty to present these ideas of the source which began the spiritual marathon on our planet, I am standing here in front of you.”

All the while that he spoke, he kept gesturing with his hands different positions of relaxing the mind and stirring the kundalini within. The others kept following.

“Now sit still and close your eyes. Put your right palm over your left everybody.” He turned on a soothing music which people recognized as a version of raag Bhopali. With the music on, he kept talking to them in between.

“Now the question is, how can one awaken his Kundalini? For some, we can talk about involuntary activation, like what happened to one of my disciples. These Kundalini experiences can happen anytime, anywhere, in any set of circumstances and cannot, therefore, be the result of a method. Because he was more in contact with his inner being than any of you have been in your entire life, the Kundalini within him would keep fighting to get awakened every now and then. It rushed up his spinal cord and hit the outer curve of his head hard. On reaching the middle of his head, he suddenly was one with the cosmos. He felt supreme bliss. Some hours after this experience, he was very restless, but things slowly began to calm down on their own.  The energy he experienced on those times was tremendous. He could punch a wall to pieces. Through the assistance of a guru, you can guide this inner energy in the right direction.”

“The touch of an awakened person or simply looking into his eyes can help rouse similar feelings in you. You will feel a certain familiarity looking in those eyes. But for completing the process, you must be willing to let the Kundalini awaken. Mind you, it can also lead to very disastrous results if you try to hold back for too long.”

His voice almost synced with the silent music in the background. The two together produced mystical feelings!

“The vision one gets in Kundalini meditation is simply a true manifestation of the unseen past or the unseen future. I cannot describe to you what the world of Kundalini looks like. You have to experience it on your own.” He continued.

Seeing that most people were already going to experience an initial stage of bliss via the meditation, he stopped the music abruptly. “You are not ready yet. You do not know how to control your powers hence you cannot receive them yet. When you learn to take control of your life, then and only then shall you be ready to learn the truth of origin. When that happens, you shall be ready to enter this other world.” Saying these words, he brought everybody back to their absolute senses. He couldn’t afford to let them penetrate any deeper into themselves. Kundalini meditation can prove to be as harmful as it can be fruitful.

This was now a normal routine for him. For him and for many other trainers around the world. Their hidden identity made it easier for them to control their powers and survive in the crowd. 

“They have all done too much harm to themselves, drifted too far from their originality. It is only going to get difficult by the day to awaken them. We have to find an alternative out.” He murmured to himself and rose to leave.

***

While secretly many such sessions were being held world-wide, Tara found solace under a cold water shower, absolutely unaware. 

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Chapter 4

The resolutely crisp yet gloomy voice brought Tara back from her thoughts. Her lips curled upwards flashing an involuntarily bright smile. She brought her hands close to his and the moment they brushed together, she felt an electrifying shudder piercing through her palm and finally igniting her soul. Her mind felt lighter, somehow.

“Oh, Cy-Cyrus! Hi, welcome”, she barely managed to speak up. Cyrus smiled back, satisfied. Tara made way for him asking him to come inside. He picked up the two suitcases he had brought along and stepped in. Closing the door behind him, she turned around and guided him inside the house. She could not help but marvel at the way he walked swiftly and calmly at the same time.

“Shekhar, this is Cyrus. I texted you in the afternoon about a student from Delhi coming to live with us, remember?”

“Well, yes! Hello Cyrus, Shekhar here.” Shekhar walked towards him and the two shook hands. “I thought you were coming tomorrow. That’s what Tara had informed.” He tilted his neck to look at Tara, who stood hidden behind the tall and robust Cyrus.

“Yes, I was supposed to be here tomorrow morning, Mr. Dutta. But my morning flight got cancelled, so I just decided to surprise you with my presence early” he said with a smirk.

“I really hope I’m not disturbing any plans, though!” Cyrus answered for Tara. He had a certain pull in his voice, something that separated him in a crowd of hundreds, and even Shekhar could make out the resonance.

Roohi, who was busy solving her math problem, looked up from the notebook upon hearing his voice. She saw the innocent-face nestling under the mop of curly dark hair and instantly connected with it. She ran up to him and hugged his knees.

“Looks like somebody likes you already” Shekhar grinned and picked up Roohi in his arms. But he was still a little confounded by the unexpected connection his daughter had established with Cyrus.

“Hi! I’m Roohi, pleased to meet you. You could stay here forever, with us” Roohi stated in a breath. She sounded excited and her eyes twinkled pleasingly. The three of them burst into a hearty laughter.

“This is our daughter, Roohi. As you already know, she’s glad to have you with us and so are we. We were just about to settle down for dinner.  You might want to freshen up. We’ll be waiting till you are ready to accompany us at the table” Shekhar showed him the way to the restroom with Cyrus following him.

Five minutes later, the four were seated at the dinner table. Roohi sat beside Cyrus facing Shekhar. Cyrus offered a big box of Ferrero Rochers to Roohi. “You can have one chocolate right now and one after the dinner, every day. But only two a day, okay?”

“Okay” nodded Roohi, instantly. Tara noticed that the sage green T-shirt Cyrus wore had enhanced his whitish complexion. Fair, he was extremely fair. His lustrous skin and Roman nose completed his delicately sculptured face. But it wasn’t his looks which were appealing to Tara, it was the way he looked with his deep eyes, the way he threw positivity around himself gave him an edge above any eminent personality Tara could imagine. And she had seen many, WHICH was her job.

“So Cyrus, your professor told me you’re interning here in a law firm. Where is this firm?” Tara asked him.

“It’s near Churchgate. That is the reason I chose to stay with you guys, I’d hate to spend two crucial hours of the day travelling from one part of the city to another.” replied Cyrus, taking in a piece of fish. He looked at Tara with cold eyes in which were blended affection, mockery, pity and confidence. His sparkling black eyes had an intense depth in them, like they were asking Tara to find the lost pieces of an inevitable puzzle in them. She could feel a liberating aura surrounding her as she transfixed her eyes on his. She wanted him to look away. Just then, as if he heard her thoughts, he released her eyes from his’ and took another bite of the roti. Tara was mystified. She did not utter another word that evening and kept eating her food in silence.

“Which year are you in, Cyrus, in the law school? I’ve heard law students generally intern in every year of their course.” Shekhar asked Cyrus.

“Yes, most of us do. This is my fourth year. One more year to go before I graduate.” Cyrus said, raising one eyebrow.

“And which field of law are you interested in?”

“I’m basically interested in research work. I will be working with a team in USA soon, measuring the prospects of extraterrestrial laws throughout the world. It is only prevalent in the States at present, and astonishingly, people are not even aware of them. The fact rather amuses me.” Cyrus said, caressing his goatee scornfully. He caught Shekhar’s attention with his words and he looked at him with suspicion. “What do you do Mr. Dutta?” Cyrus continued, leaving no scope for Shekhar to ask a dozen questions that swirled in his head right then.

“Well, I’m a freelance writer, working on a dream project currently. And my beautiful wife Tara, is a media professional.”

“And you, miss Roohi?” Cyrus looked at Roohi curving his lips into a calculated smile.

“I study in std 4 in the Model International School. Tomorrow I have a Math test in school.”

“Well you must hurry to bed then. You’d need to wake up feeling fresh and revived.” suggested Cyrus.

“Yeah, I know. I’ve finished dinner. My second chocolate for today please?” Roohi stretched her hand out in front of Cyrus and raised both her eyebrows. Cyrus smiled and handed her another chocolate. “Thank you. You’re a nice guy and I like you. Cyrus, do you want to sleep in my room tonight?” She asked Cyrus, and then looked at Tara for her approval. “Mommy I promise I’ll not talk and let him sleep.”

“Why will I ever mind sleeping in the princess’ room? Come on, let’s get you to bed little Einstein.” She began to giggle and ran ahead of him. The three others rose from the table and Tara began clearing the plates. “I hope she doesn’t disturb your very the first night here. Good night Cyrus. Call me if you need anything at night.” Tara looked at him for the last time that evening, and marched towards the kitchen with the soiled plates.

“Good night young boy. And welcome to the family!” Shekhar patted Cyrus on the back.

“Thank you so much. I’m most humbled. You guys are so warm and inviting. Good night!” replied Cyrus and turned to leave in the direction Roohi had ran into. After two steps, he turned back to look at Shekhar, “Mr. Dutta, what is the project you’re working on. You didn’t mention that at the table.”

Shekhar looked at Cyrus, words failing him. He did not how to answer that question. “Just a book, you know”, he hoped there wouldn’t be any further questions.

Cyrus guessed the hesitation in his voice. Not wanting to probe any further, he simply wished Shekhar luck and made his way to Roohi's room.

Shekhar wanted to begin with his work immediately but decided to march into the kitchen first. Tara was doing the dishes as he walked towards her without allowing his footsteps to suggest his arrival. He wrapped his arms around Tara from behind leaving Tara surprised.

“What are you doing Shekhar, we have a guest in our house”, she said smiling sheepishly.

“Why should that stop me from cuddling my beautiful wife?” He planted a gentle kiss on the back of her neck.

She squirmed in his arms. She turned towards him closing the tap. “What are you up to Mr. Dutta?” she asked tentatively while putting her arms around his neck. “Are you trying to skip your work for tonight?”

“A man should never leave his work for the worldly charms that might deviate him from his righteous path”, he quoted from one of his own work and kissed his wife on the forehead.

She felt complete at that moment.

They did the dishes together and Shekhar walked Tara to their room. He tucked her in the bed and wished her goodnight kissing her cheek. 

***

Just as Shekhar reached his typewriter that night, his phone rang. There was a message from Jennifer. She better have some good news tonight. He went on to open that message, finding a photo that Jennifer sent him. His eyes popped out when he saw the photo on his screen. It left him stunned.

He rushed through the part he had written the previous night and went on to write today’s, carefully choosing each word he entered. He had to do justice to the information provided by Jennifer.  He decided to sleep in the same room that night. I’ll explain it to Tara tomorrow. Hecouldn’t let anyone, or anything, destroy his piece today. He must keep writing; keep his ultimate goal in mind. He would create a ruckus in the world after releasing this book. He was writing something legendary, he should do all he can to protect it….

Soon,Shekhar dozed off in the same room, hoping he would be able to protect what he had written from turning to ashes again. But he was unaware of the power he was dealing with.

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