“Demi-gods are the imaginations of sentient beings brought to life and power by Something* poured into them which I don’t know by those very beings who imaginations they are…”
---Ramblings of the Oracle Future.Taken from Demi-gods, what are they and where to find them?
*Something with a “S” is something that the Demi-gods themselves do not know about.
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“And you knew nothing of this?”
The person or should I say form to whom this question was directed by the great lord “Resolution”[Yes, you heard me right and that maybe the reason why you have suddenly remembered your dieting, exercising, and girls please don’t look so innocent ] did not flinch after all he/it was “We stand resolute”.
“Sir, actually I reminded you of the dipping levels of Something.”
“Yeah I remember something.”
“You remember Something?”
“I mean, I remember something you said”
“Oh.”
“We can always use our war chest.”
“Sir, we don’t have one.”
“Oh!”
“What about the great Council passing a resolution? Sure we get something.”
“You don’t get Something from the Council!”
“I mean something…something.”
“No they passed a law instead.”
"What about that new department of mine?"
"We are still trying on that front but it seems the 'resolution' of inanimate things is not chanelling Something."
“So there is no escape now, how much time do I have?”
“Not much, the notice arrived quite a while ago. The officer[In case you are wondering it/he/she is ‘Probation’] will be arriving any moment now.”
Someone/something[Not Something] enters the room…
“Ah my old friend, I did not expect the ‘Justice’ himself would come to take me away.”
“Actually I am here to inform you that there has been a mistake, it seems you have enough Something to continue as a demi-god. You must be keeping some Something in reserve, next time it before you get the notice”
“I have no worries while you are around.”
After the departure of Justice, Resolution summons We stand resolute.
“Sir, we had no reserves…” he tries to explain…
“Just check out which biped sentient being inhabited planet just celebrated their New Year…I owe them…”
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Trip trip
0430 hours, Sunday, 7th of July 2008. Dark unknown room.
The incessant ringing of the mobile finally succeeded in provoking movement in the inert form sprawled on the bed. A hand slowly stretched out from under the blanket and advanced in the direction of the source of annoyance. Nightmares might have changed its orientation and hence it had to do a lot of groping. Finally it emerged victorious and with efficiency put an end to its annoyance. The hand retreated to its warm and cozy position with its prize. But before it could assume the property that is also attributed to some gases the object in hand started demanding attention.
“Hello?”
“You are still in bed!”
“Paddy? What time is it…”
“Its nearly 5.”
“Why are you calling me now?”
“The trip! I knew you would forget”
“How could I forget?”
[Not after two calls, five messages, an equal number of emails, a reminder on the cell I didn’t remember adding and a holler not to discount the incessant verbal reminders during lectures yesterday]
“So why are you still in bed?”
“Fucking bastard… [almost all the words that parents shouldn’t hear from his mouth within 5 seconds], the trains at 8 and I will be there at 7:45. Another call and you would wish you were dead.”
Without waiting for any response the line was cut. The form shifted till it found a comfortable posture.
0745 hours, Sunday, 7th of July 2008. Restaurant by platform no. 1.
Three apparently disgruntled teenagers sat around a round table[Unlike the one famous for historic reasons this one was actually round] looking at their coffee cups. To be sincere one was looking at the bottom of his empty cup, the other was thinking about the quantity of moles of simple sugar he could intake [diabetic…poor fella; the one with the empty cup was already ordering another one] and the third was comparing the movement of froth bubbles in his cup as the cup cooled to that of migratory patterns of herbivorous dinosaurs of the Triassic age [As many would have correctly guess afterwards that’s this is the one that the group called Psycho]. After enough caffeine had been pumped into his system to numb the effects of sleep deprivation the teen who we have associated with some unique gases spoke.
“4:30”
“4:35”
“04:39:49:66, give or take a few microseconds the relay system from the phone to the watch may vary according to Temp…”
He was interrupted by a average looking kid
“Lucky bastards he started with me, 4:20”
“Hey where is the Baggage” [his twin brother with whom he had nothing but looks and parents in common]
“Oh I asked him to buy some chow, tickets and meet us on the train; Just distancing him from psycho don’t want to get brained do you?”
“Paddy was getting the tickets…”
“He dropped out asked me to arrange things”
“We get back we thrash him alright”
To a stranger the group would look like they were performing some ceremony by nodding.
The group moved towards the train and someone must have cracked some joke as they all went into fits of laughter. Only some words filtered through “sack”, “dozen tomatoes”, “chilly” work the rest on your own.
Psycho spoke as they entered the train
“In train accidents 60% causalities are those who are not regular travelers”
“Hey Psycho, how many times do we have to tell you, you got no sense of humor”
“Actually he is not joking it’s a proven fact, statistics also show that …”
Baggage his hands full with bags was explaining…
The incessant ringing of the mobile finally succeeded in provoking movement in the inert form sprawled on the bed. A hand slowly stretched out from under the blanket and advanced in the direction of the source of annoyance. Nightmares might have changed its orientation and hence it had to do a lot of groping. Finally it emerged victorious and with efficiency put an end to its annoyance. The hand retreated to its warm and cozy position with its prize. But before it could assume the property that is also attributed to some gases the object in hand started demanding attention.
“Hello?”
“You are still in bed!”
“Paddy? What time is it…”
“Its nearly 5.”
“Why are you calling me now?”
“The trip! I knew you would forget”
“How could I forget?”
[Not after two calls, five messages, an equal number of emails, a reminder on the cell I didn’t remember adding and a holler not to discount the incessant verbal reminders during lectures yesterday]
“So why are you still in bed?”
“Fucking bastard… [almost all the words that parents shouldn’t hear from his mouth within 5 seconds], the trains at 8 and I will be there at 7:45. Another call and you would wish you were dead.”
Without waiting for any response the line was cut. The form shifted till it found a comfortable posture.
0745 hours, Sunday, 7th of July 2008. Restaurant by platform no. 1.
Three apparently disgruntled teenagers sat around a round table[Unlike the one famous for historic reasons this one was actually round] looking at their coffee cups. To be sincere one was looking at the bottom of his empty cup, the other was thinking about the quantity of moles of simple sugar he could intake [diabetic…poor fella; the one with the empty cup was already ordering another one] and the third was comparing the movement of froth bubbles in his cup as the cup cooled to that of migratory patterns of herbivorous dinosaurs of the Triassic age [As many would have correctly guess afterwards that’s this is the one that the group called Psycho]. After enough caffeine had been pumped into his system to numb the effects of sleep deprivation the teen who we have associated with some unique gases spoke.
“4:30”
“4:35”
“04:39:49:66, give or take a few microseconds the relay system from the phone to the watch may vary according to Temp…”
He was interrupted by a average looking kid
“Lucky bastards he started with me, 4:20”
“Hey where is the Baggage” [his twin brother with whom he had nothing but looks and parents in common]
“Oh I asked him to buy some chow, tickets and meet us on the train; Just distancing him from psycho don’t want to get brained do you?”
“Paddy was getting the tickets…”
“He dropped out asked me to arrange things”
“We get back we thrash him alright”
To a stranger the group would look like they were performing some ceremony by nodding.
The group moved towards the train and someone must have cracked some joke as they all went into fits of laughter. Only some words filtered through “sack”, “dozen tomatoes”, “chilly” work the rest on your own.
Psycho spoke as they entered the train
“In train accidents 60% causalities are those who are not regular travelers”
“Hey Psycho, how many times do we have to tell you, you got no sense of humor”
“Actually he is not joking it’s a proven fact, statistics also show that …”
Baggage his hands full with bags was explaining…
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Space memories
The Great Heroes of Alstanian Space Guard
[AK 0001 - AM 0000
Alex Lucas Brasing "Baseship Bane"
AL 1122: Born in Laszone.
AL 1140: Joined the Royal guard academy
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.
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AL 1177: Killed in action in the Wormhole war, single handedly disabled the Ostian Baseship "Ostio"...
"Hey Granpa, you served during the Great war didn't you?"
"If you mean the Wormhole war, yeah. What are you reading there Lo?"
"History. Did you serve under Baseship Bane?"
"If you mean bullshit bane Alex, yes."
"Why do call him that?"
"First tell me what does your book say about the war."
"The war for the control of the Syian Wormhole lasted for nearly a decade and one battle that took place in the Sylas sector is considered the turning point because we with a weaker force destroyed the one Ostian Baseship in working condition then."
"And what does it say about Bullshit Brasing?"
"That he was the Commanding officer who lead our force of two warships and a dozen cruisers against a superior Ostian force consisting of a Baseship, three warships and two dozen attackships. He led the attack on Ostio when we were down..."
"Is that what your book says? You want to know what actually happened?"
"Ya!"
"The war was into its eighth year, we were patroling the Sylas sector. It was the worst case senario, outnumbered-away from home-bushwhacked-no reinforcements. Alex ordered all other ships to cover the retreat of his battleship Spitz. It would have been a massacre but for the cruisers. They mowed the attackships and were fast for the warships. Then the Ostio moved in, crippled the Spitz and began swatting the cruisers. What does Alex do in such a situation? He runs to the other battleship, Armtz and he takes all the available fighters to cover his ass. They run into the warship Oslon, the honor guard get slaughtered. The Oslon recognizing the shuttle instead of blowing it to plasma fire a robotic grip. Alex in a bid to save his ass fires the boosters, the grip attaches and changes the trajectory. They head straight for the Ostio, the magshield recognizes the grip lets them in. But the shuttle packed some shit, when the grip tried to steer the shuttle one of its rockets set of the fuse and BAM the shuttle explodes."
"Can a exploding Shuttle even with serious shit damage a Baseship?"
"Actually it can't even inflict a scar but the explosion occurred near the reactor exhaust. The sensors there must have overloaded and the central system must have shut the main reactor for fear of exploding."
"But there are always auxiliary reactors!"
"Before they could kick in, one of our cruisers just shot by the baseship robotic ion gun slammed into the control center."
"The magshield?"
"Down for just secs.Pure luck."
"They still had warships!"
"The Ion gun went crazy and shot the warships that tried to cover the baseship. They had to shut the whole ship down to stop that gun."
"But still..."
"The cruisers finished the job for us."
"So that's why you called him Bullshit?"
"That was one of the last reasons."
"What were the others?"
"Some other time, I am feeling sleepy."
"Just one more thing, where were you?"
"On the cruiser Alstian Pride, listening. I was the communication officer."
[AK 0001 - AM 0000
Alex Lucas Brasing "Baseship Bane"
AL 1122: Born in Laszone.
AL 1140: Joined the Royal guard academy
.
.
.
AL 1177: Killed in action in the Wormhole war, single handedly disabled the Ostian Baseship "Ostio"...
"Hey Granpa, you served during the Great war didn't you?"
"If you mean the Wormhole war, yeah. What are you reading there Lo?"
"History. Did you serve under Baseship Bane?"
"If you mean bullshit bane Alex, yes."
"Why do call him that?"
"First tell me what does your book say about the war."
"The war for the control of the Syian Wormhole lasted for nearly a decade and one battle that took place in the Sylas sector is considered the turning point because we with a weaker force destroyed the one Ostian Baseship in working condition then."
"And what does it say about Bullshit Brasing?"
"That he was the Commanding officer who lead our force of two warships and a dozen cruisers against a superior Ostian force consisting of a Baseship, three warships and two dozen attackships. He led the attack on Ostio when we were down..."
"Is that what your book says? You want to know what actually happened?"
"Ya!"
"The war was into its eighth year, we were patroling the Sylas sector. It was the worst case senario, outnumbered-away from home-bushwhacked-no reinforcements. Alex ordered all other ships to cover the retreat of his battleship Spitz. It would have been a massacre but for the cruisers. They mowed the attackships and were fast for the warships. Then the Ostio moved in, crippled the Spitz and began swatting the cruisers. What does Alex do in such a situation? He runs to the other battleship, Armtz and he takes all the available fighters to cover his ass. They run into the warship Oslon, the honor guard get slaughtered. The Oslon recognizing the shuttle instead of blowing it to plasma fire a robotic grip. Alex in a bid to save his ass fires the boosters, the grip attaches and changes the trajectory. They head straight for the Ostio, the magshield recognizes the grip lets them in. But the shuttle packed some shit, when the grip tried to steer the shuttle one of its rockets set of the fuse and BAM the shuttle explodes."
"Can a exploding Shuttle even with serious shit damage a Baseship?"
"Actually it can't even inflict a scar but the explosion occurred near the reactor exhaust. The sensors there must have overloaded and the central system must have shut the main reactor for fear of exploding."
"But there are always auxiliary reactors!"
"Before they could kick in, one of our cruisers just shot by the baseship robotic ion gun slammed into the control center."
"The magshield?"
"Down for just secs.Pure luck."
"They still had warships!"
"The Ion gun went crazy and shot the warships that tried to cover the baseship. They had to shut the whole ship down to stop that gun."
"But still..."
"The cruisers finished the job for us."
"So that's why you called him Bullshit?"
"That was one of the last reasons."
"What were the others?"
"Some other time, I am feeling sleepy."
"Just one more thing, where were you?"
"On the cruiser Alstian Pride, listening. I was the communication officer."
Saturday, August 2, 2008
Sky Blue
The monthly meetings of DOPE (Department of Paranormal and Extraterrestrial) were held in the most unlikely of places; the main building of the Income Tax department in the capital. Information regarding the working and existence of this department is a closely guarded secret.
Eight men were seated in the conference room; one of them-the representative of the secret service organizations and the armed forces-was seated apart from the rest [comprising heads of prestigious research institutes and scientists of the ranks from which Presidents are elected]. They were attentively listening to one of their numbers. The Insider, as the Representative was called by the others, was going through some files. They were waiting for the arrival of the administrator or the Head of DOPE, who was late as usual.
They realized that the Head had arrived, only when his chair creaked as he pulled it back.
“Gentlemen, sorry I am late.”
[‘As usual’ some murmured under their breath]
“So what do we have to deal with today?” The Head directed the question at the Insider.
“The usual sir.”
After dealing with Two UFO sightings, one crop circle and a Sea monster in the usual way[Weather balloons(input: Space agency), Pest (input: Life sciences group) and Navy experiment(input: Insider)], the Administrator started signing some formal documents[A sure sign that the meeting was over, and the others were dismissed].
“Sir?” the insider interjected.
“Yes” the Head completed the signature at hand and replied.
“Dr. Daruwala has something he would like to discuss.”
Without waiting for the Heads permission Dr. Daruwala began,
“Sir, we have been working on a space defense project involving the use of LASERs mounted on satellites to target hostile crafts. Last week we tried to use the same system to destroy ground based missiles launched against the satellite. The test missile fired at the satellite wasn’t correctly targeted. As the system had been used successfully in space we assumed that the atmosphere obstructed the proper working of the LASER…”
“What does that have to do with us?” The head was losing his patience.
“I will come to that point in a minute.” Dr. Daruwala promised and continued,
“So when we were making adjustments to the system, one of the engineers noticed that the air around the LASER remained colorless. Actually when light of any wavelength passes through air it is absorbed by the air or to be specific, mostly by molecules of nitrogen and oxygen. These molecules, in return emit light of a shorter wavelength-mostly blue, this is explained by ‘Rayleigh’ scattering and ‘Mie’ scattering and this is what gives the day sky its blue color. But our experiment shows that the atoms actually emit waves of a much shorter wavelength which are invisible to human eye and accordingly the day sky must appear black like the night sky.”
This matter must have been discussed earlier amongst them as all eyes were on the Head waiting for his response. The Head appeared to be lost in his own thoughts when he replied,
“But it doesn’t, in the past people used to believe that the blue color was that of the heavens, as science progressed this absurd notion was replaced by the theory that the sunlight reflected off the surface of vast oceans gives the sky its blue color. With further advancement of science we dismissed that theory and made ourselves the existing one. Now we have made further progress and we find that this one too is not correct. Believe me we will find a new plausible…”
The Head was interrupted by one of the others.
“But sir, the shades of blue that are observed in the sky comprise a spectrum that is used in Psych wards as it has a calming effect on…”
“Now Dr. Sinha I have stopped taking you seriously since you tried to sell us the idea that Global warming was affecting the average height of people”, the head had raised his voice, showing his displeasure at being interrupted.
“And Astronauts have also mentioned that there is a single moment when travelling into space that the sky turns from blue to black and not gradually, as it should.” Mr. Sinha continued regardless.
This statement set off the others and they started speaking animatedly between themselves. The Head, clearly losing his patience banged his desk with the file in hand.
“I will have none of this nonsense. Mr. Daruwala, I want a full report on this by next month. Good bye gentlemen.”
Quite sometime passed after their departure when the Head picked up his cell-phone and dialed a number,
“Sir, maybe they suspect…”
Eight men were seated in the conference room; one of them-the representative of the secret service organizations and the armed forces-was seated apart from the rest [comprising heads of prestigious research institutes and scientists of the ranks from which Presidents are elected]. They were attentively listening to one of their numbers. The Insider, as the Representative was called by the others, was going through some files. They were waiting for the arrival of the administrator or the Head of DOPE, who was late as usual.
They realized that the Head had arrived, only when his chair creaked as he pulled it back.
“Gentlemen, sorry I am late.”
[‘As usual’ some murmured under their breath]
“So what do we have to deal with today?” The Head directed the question at the Insider.
“The usual sir.”
After dealing with Two UFO sightings, one crop circle and a Sea monster in the usual way[Weather balloons(input: Space agency), Pest (input: Life sciences group) and Navy experiment(input: Insider)], the Administrator started signing some formal documents[A sure sign that the meeting was over, and the others were dismissed].
“Sir?” the insider interjected.
“Yes” the Head completed the signature at hand and replied.
“Dr. Daruwala has something he would like to discuss.”
Without waiting for the Heads permission Dr. Daruwala began,
“Sir, we have been working on a space defense project involving the use of LASERs mounted on satellites to target hostile crafts. Last week we tried to use the same system to destroy ground based missiles launched against the satellite. The test missile fired at the satellite wasn’t correctly targeted. As the system had been used successfully in space we assumed that the atmosphere obstructed the proper working of the LASER…”
“What does that have to do with us?” The head was losing his patience.
“I will come to that point in a minute.” Dr. Daruwala promised and continued,
“So when we were making adjustments to the system, one of the engineers noticed that the air around the LASER remained colorless. Actually when light of any wavelength passes through air it is absorbed by the air or to be specific, mostly by molecules of nitrogen and oxygen. These molecules, in return emit light of a shorter wavelength-mostly blue, this is explained by ‘Rayleigh’ scattering and ‘Mie’ scattering and this is what gives the day sky its blue color. But our experiment shows that the atoms actually emit waves of a much shorter wavelength which are invisible to human eye and accordingly the day sky must appear black like the night sky.”
This matter must have been discussed earlier amongst them as all eyes were on the Head waiting for his response. The Head appeared to be lost in his own thoughts when he replied,
“But it doesn’t, in the past people used to believe that the blue color was that of the heavens, as science progressed this absurd notion was replaced by the theory that the sunlight reflected off the surface of vast oceans gives the sky its blue color. With further advancement of science we dismissed that theory and made ourselves the existing one. Now we have made further progress and we find that this one too is not correct. Believe me we will find a new plausible…”
The Head was interrupted by one of the others.
“But sir, the shades of blue that are observed in the sky comprise a spectrum that is used in Psych wards as it has a calming effect on…”
“Now Dr. Sinha I have stopped taking you seriously since you tried to sell us the idea that Global warming was affecting the average height of people”, the head had raised his voice, showing his displeasure at being interrupted.
“And Astronauts have also mentioned that there is a single moment when travelling into space that the sky turns from blue to black and not gradually, as it should.” Mr. Sinha continued regardless.
This statement set off the others and they started speaking animatedly between themselves. The Head, clearly losing his patience banged his desk with the file in hand.
“I will have none of this nonsense. Mr. Daruwala, I want a full report on this by next month. Good bye gentlemen.”
Quite sometime passed after their departure when the Head picked up his cell-phone and dialed a number,
“Sir, maybe they suspect…”
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
First Day
I have been considering starting a blog for quite sometime, but i waited till today to do so.
Its not because i was waiting for an appropriate hour but more because of my intrinsic properties.
I am a Science man and not much of a writer. I will be posting some awkward pieces i have written over time[My blog is aptly named]. If you happen to read them do leave your comments.
Also i am a voracious reader of the Fantasy genre. So i will be writings reviews about the various books i have read, plz consult the reviews in case you are in a dilemma to choose your next fantasy novel.
Looking forward to meeting you through these writings...
Its not because i was waiting for an appropriate hour but more because of my intrinsic properties.
I am a Science man and not much of a writer. I will be posting some awkward pieces i have written over time[My blog is aptly named]. If you happen to read them do leave your comments.
Also i am a voracious reader of the Fantasy genre. So i will be writings reviews about the various books i have read, plz consult the reviews in case you are in a dilemma to choose your next fantasy novel.
Looking forward to meeting you through these writings...
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