WAR ON TERROR – Si-Fi.

WAR ON TERROR – Si-Fi.

THIS STORY IS THE IMMAGINATION OF MY WORK.     

   REGLION OR CLASH OF CIVILITION HAD NOTHING

        TO DO WITH MY WORK .NAME AND PLACES MENTIONED

    IN THIS STORY IS ONLY TO CREATE A SURREALISTIC EFFECT.

                                         AUTHOR

Here is the extract form my Si-Fi. war on terror.

 US President had made urgent meeting with concerned people for the military offence. An unanimous decision was taken.the operation began at around one a.m. At the altitude of 60,000 feet,over the remote part of the world An U.S cargo plane released ‘Mother of all Bomb’, A two ton Bomb with 3 parachute attach to it. .on the remote island the so-called “think tank” was busy planning how to destroy US and Europe.

               50,000feet…

 Sheikh Mohammed Bin Tuglaq: “we should build a Nuclear Bomb which makes Nagasaki, Hiroshima a past history!”

               40,000feet….

 Razmi Sheikh Ali: ” we should hi-jack a small country like Burni, If not Somalia where we are all welcomed!”

               30,000feet…..

“Yes” Sayed Al -Sheri agreed with him. “Then we will call all scientist of nuclear, biological and chemical for mass production of bombs for the destruction of WEST”!.

20,000feet…..

John Ahammed .A converted Muslim was skeptical. He was Bio Technology research scientist from the west. John Ahammed said, “Making nuclear bomb is not possible .UN forces will be after us. It is Impossible to smuggle radioactivity material or nuclear bomb to US or Europe. However small consignment, it can be tracked down by US spy satellite .I am in favor of biological warfare .No country is prepared for a biological warfare .biological war never seen in the history of mankind. Designer bombs! .It is scientifically proven that it is possible to design bombs for biological warfare. Designing bombs against particular race!. In west, we had conducted such experiments on mice. Bomb made for particular gene effect only particular race! Not others!.                                                              

10000 feet….

His suggestion was simple but with devastating consequences…

He continued, “All human being has gene, different gene for different race  …His idea was to produce Billions and billions of genetically engineered virus and infuse it with Whiteman’s gene and makes small bombs and smuggle it into Europe and US, blast it by suicide bombers in the heart of every city! 

5000 feet….

Bomb disintegrated into hundreds of small bombs with thundering sound spreading across the island. People on the ground ran helter skater .one after one bomb started busting with high velocity, making the small jungle island pulverized! .most of them perished in that attack.

Mr. Hopkins put terminator in program mode for mope up operation .search and destroys! He fed necessary data like location of island on earth etc…

On his large plasma monitor, he checked terminator’s program mode in action. A thin streak of violet ray pointing at thermal image of people on the ground, followed by the bolt of laser light hitting with dead accuracy. he could no longer watch people getting perished .he took remote access control of centralized  system ( a sleeve like wearable bracelet with 6 inch x 4 inch flip top LCD screen with touch sensor key pad ) he wore it on his forearm and started working on second generation  TERMINATOR  system in his study room.

A three -D image of a second generation of terminator image was projected on a large screen. The main terminator stood above the earth like a guardian of our planet, bellow small baby terminator can be seen floating above each country who is partners in war on terror. In  second generation of terminator; main terminator direct its pulse laser charge  to baby terminator on request ,so that baby terminator can redirect it to the target thus saving precious time and energy.

The flash from the remote on his forearm prompted Mr. Hopkins to open the flap of the remote controller, on its LCD display a message was blinking. “Mission accomplished “! In less than half, an hour terminator wiped out every living thing on that remote island!

 This time west had won the battle against war on terror. No .1 and No 2 are still at large …

The hunt is on …

 Thousands and thousand of miles away Ji started working on his dream project. Book about new religion. Ji says. “The day people realize that there is only one god for all. A god above religion based messanger of god make the world better place to live in “…… 

 Ji’s vision is far ahead of our times…

 “ONE WORLD, ONE GOD, ONE RELIGION…THAT IS HUMANITY”                                        

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ETERNAL LOVE. A si-fi love story.

ETERNAL LOVE. A si-fi love story.

A LOVE STORY based on Science FICTION
Author- Jivan
It is an eternal love story based on my life. Ajay. That’s me! Dies in a freak accident. I was brought back to life after twenty-five years! Thanks to our science and technology. Now my girl friend; Maya is happily married woman with a grown up son. . Will I reunite with my love? What had happened to our only lost love child?

My Dad had decided to celebrate my MBA degree at the Hilton hotel. He made arrangements for my colleagues. Naha came to my house by sharp 8.p.m. she looks terribly sexiting in her new out fit. She wore a macro leather skirt to display her perfect bottom and slender legs .her leather jacket zip was kept open to show beautiful cleavage and her heavy bosom.

I told my parents that I would be back by 11.pm. we got into my Ferrari and hit the road towards Hilton hotel. At the lobby our colleagues were waiting for us. They all jeered at us for coming late. My friends were salivating after seeing Naha. Girls found her presence bit intimidating. I was in my best of Armani suiting. I tried to look cool.

My dad had arranged every thing for us at the crystal hall .it was a gift from my dad to celebrate my MBA degree. We all moved to crystal hall. We were greeted with bust of music .our welcome drink was champagne. I announced party ” come on every body, let’s party…NO limits, enjoy yourself ” they all screamed like kids… “YeeeeeeeYahaaaaaaaaaa! “. Most of them finished their welcome drink with one gulp and hit the floor to dance. I want to give them personnel touch .I took control of bar our mini bar .now and then my colleagues approached me with their empty champagne glass. I had to show them that my Dad is not a Kanjoos (miser). I enjoyed listing to the music and served Royal Challenge to my colleagues .I encouraged them “No limits. Enjoy the party”. Naha came to me and invited me to dance with her. “Neha, I will join with our latter. You know I am the host.” she went back to the floor to dance with others. Every guy wanted to dance with Naha. Girls were fuming with the presence of Naha. They all felt they look out dated. One of the disgruntled girl Ms.Monisha want me to dance with her. Poor soul. I felt sorry for her and dance with her for some time.
It was around 10 p.m. I invited every one for buffet. “Come on friends. Let’s have some food.” like in our collage canteen they formed Que. Naha and I served food for them. Later we collected food on a platter and had a quite dinner and drinks together.
After the dinner every body was in a relaxed mood .my colleagues insisted me to tell them about my feature plans. I was not prepared for it; I need time to think about it. At home my parents want me to get married and settle down before I start working for our own business. I insisted that each and every one tell about their future plan before I announce it at the end. Most of them talked about making it big with MNC. Some of them are looking for greener Pasteur across the seven seas.
My best friend Naha was standing next to me. Now it was her turn. I had no idea abut her future plans. I was eagerly waiting her to say some thing about her plans. She was trying to steal the limelight. She took her own time to announce…” Guys and Girls!” … I believe in an institution called marriage! Every body was disappointed but we all managed to say in unison “OOOOOH”. We tried to sympathies with her. I though of adding “an institution called legalized prostitution.” This chick is a gone case. She just loves to produce babies. . I thought she would go places. Here she talks about her future marriage. She continued “I studied MBA to look for Mr. Right so that I can be the deciding factor. Thank you” “.Now it was my turn.” My parent means every thing to me. They want me to get married and settle down before I take up job at my Dad’s office. My parents are great people. They allowed me to choose my life partner. The day I meet my dream girl, I will settle down in my life…” Naha teased me.” Yaar… what about me? “
I told her that we would remain friends forever… (1)

After every told about their ambitions in their life; guys instead that Naha sings song for us. We all know that she sings pretty well with her melodious voice .she asked for remote mike and unzipped her leather jacket and placed it on the bar. Under the leather jacket she wore one cut banyan. She was not even wearing bra. Her vertical slit navel was pierced and locked with a small platinum ring .it looks cute on her fabulous abdomen. I went around serving drinks for my colleagues. The steward gave a remote mike to her. She started singing title song of Titanic in Karaoke mode.” Every night in my dream…”
I went back to mini bar and collected another bottle of Royal challenge. She stretched her left arms at me. With new bottle in my hand I went close to her. She coolly put her left arm around my hip and went on singing “…. Near…. Far…..Where ever you are…” now and then she stated drooling over me. I knew she was teasing me.
I noticed she was taller me, may be around six feet. With sign language I conveyed steward to serve drinks to my friends. After her song applauds were followed .she looked at me for complements. I placed a gentle peck on her cheek; only to receive a thunderous applauds. The flashlights had frozen those sweet moments.
It was around 11p.m girls want to return home. After our last drink I signed hotel bills. Naha put back her leather jacket and we made it to the lobby. Naha and I bid each and every one of our friends. They all thanked me for giving them a memorable party. I give my car key to the valet boy to bring my car. I think Naha had few extra pegs. She looked straight into my eyes as if asking me “your place or my place? “. I dodged her eyes, by the time my car was bought to portico .I paid tips to valet boy. “Come on Naha. Get in; I will drop you at your place “. I opened front door for her. “My place? Great! “. I knew she loves teasing me. She got into the car and sat with her legs crossed. She made comfortable by tilting her seat and leaning back on her .I turned on ignition. Pushed on CD changer button and shifted gear. Car took of with a roar. By the time we left the hotel
It was already 11-15 p.m. I started driving on the main road at about 50.Km/h and was lost in thoughts. “Day after tomorrow Naha will be leaving for her native place…. She only wants to get married and produce children! I could not figure out why an ultra modern girl wants to settle down too early in her life…” I notice one pajero turbo charger following our car.” how time flies … two years of our friendship … Naha is a fun loving girl. She is my best friend. She is a deadly combination of intelligence, smart and sexy. But she is still not my dream girl … she is ok….” she changed her legs to make her presence felt. I slipped back to my thoughts.” how a dream girl does look like…?”

I started driving on the main high way. Except little vehicular traffic road was almost deserted. Pajero started running parallel to our car. I looked through the window. They brought their car close to us. There were five youngsters in it. They were all leering at Naha. I reduced speed to allow them to over take us. They cut diagonally across to me. Forcing me to slam on breaks. We came to an abrupt halt. I wanted to know what these guys are up to. Five of those guys got out of their SUV and approached us. These guys are looking for trouble. One of the guys leaned on the car and tried to grab the car key .I flicked it even before he could get it. Form the left side of the car a guy started troubling Naha. He got the look of a road Romeo. I think he could be their Boss. I said ” wait you guys; what do you want? Money or car?”(My car is fitted with GPS tracking system. it can be traced out in a matter of time). They did not say anything.
I told them “why don’t you take my car and leave us alone?”
Romeo opened the left side door and pulled Naha out of the car. Naha came to her sense. He put his left arm around her neck and held her too close to him. She pleaded me to rescue her.”AJAY…. HELP…! “. ” Look Naha. I am no Hero. Let me negotiate with them.” as I got out of the car I put car key in my pocket.

(2)

Romeo told me ” She is the sexiest girl’. You better take your car and get lost. I promise no harm; I will drop her at her palace.” he assured me by kissing on her right cheek. With his hand he felt her flat and sexy abdomen.
I stated negotiating with him.” Look Mr. Romeo. You just leave her alone. Take my car; it is worth more than eighty-five lakhs.” Four other guys menacingly closed on me. One of them warned me.” our Boss is telling you to save your life and you are telling him to get lost with your car?” Romeo dragged Naha towards his SUV. He then suddenly changed his mind. “Fix that guy and bring his car too…!” Naha put up fight with him but it was of no use. That hefty guy took care of her resistance. Not even one single patrol car was visible on the main high way. Only few couple of vehicles went past us with out even stopping…. With his right hand Romeo opened his SUV front door. Naha snatched car key and threw it into the open gutter. He gave her one good thrashing across her face. I need to manage these four guys before I could save her .I stated thinking double fast. “If I gave my car key to these guys they will take my car and escape. While Romeo searching his car keys in the gutter I can fix him…” It was a wishful thought .A blow on my chest brought back me to life. Next punch was closing on my face; I ducked it in the nick of time and with my elbow I rammed on his groin .he was holding on to his dear life in writhing pain on the road. I took couple of steps back “I send out an open invitation to Romeo “Hey. Romeo, come and join the fun.” he released his grip on Naha. He wanted to join the fun…he was walking towards me… It has been more than two years since I stopped practicing kick boxing. I switched on to defense mode. Instead of attacking I want to work fast on their strategies and next move. It took me some time to get into the rhythm. After a bit of struggle I managed to subdue them. Naha came over to me .she then hugged and kissed on my cheek.
She said “I never new you could fight pretty well.”
“No. Naha. I am not a fighter. I learned Kickboxing for my self-defense. Here is my car key.” I gave my car key to Naha and went to Romeo. He could hardly get up. I caught him by his shirt collar and folded his right arm behind him. He made a painful sound.
“Come on. Move your Ass… you are coming with me to the police station.” he begged me to leave him…
“O.K. on one condition, you will touch my friend’s feet and ask for forgiveness for misbehaving with her .it is just that simple .O.K”? He was not happy. I raised his right arm further higher. He then agreed by saying “Aahaaaaaa.” I said that was fine. Naha was standing next to the car. With his twisted hand held by me, he had no other choice left. He bends in front of Naha to touch her feet. She moved away… “You stupid Naha, he wants to ask you for forgiveness .you just bless him “. As I further twisted his right arm he touched Naha’s feet and said “Sorry “. I congratulated him” good boy.” I told Naha to start the car. “Romeo now you will open the back door for us.O.K? ” Romeo interrupted me. “Sir, you promised me…” I cut him short “. In this condition you will come anywhere with me. Agree…?”. I further tightened my grip on his Arm.” You shut your tarp and just follow my instructions, is that clear?” the pain on his face assured me of his kind cooperation .we both got into the car and Naha started driving on the main high way. “Neha. Is this how you drive a Ferrari? Step on the gas pedal.” She shifted gears in rapid session and car went cruising on the high way….
“Naha. Take the first coming left turn; you will find police station on your right side. After you cross the police station about fifty feet you will drop us. I do not want you to come to the police station. You take my car to your place. I will get it tomorrow morning. Understood?” she said “O.K. Ajay “. I switched on GPS on my cell. Then I dialed Naha’s number. She took her cell to answer me with out even checking the number.” it’s me honey! “She looked at me though the rear mirror.” What is so funny “? She wanted to know.

“Nothing. Dear. You are taking my cell with you; do not switch off till you reach your home .I do not want any more untoward incident happening to you till you reach your home. Now you exchange your phone with mine. “.We exchanged our cell phone with out switching it off…
(3)
After we went past police station I told Naha to stop the car. I go out of the car with Romeo. I asked Naha to drive straight to her home. She hit on the straight road. Holding his arm in an uncomfortable position he seems an obedient boy. As we walked towards the police station, with my left hand I made phone call to my Dad.
“Dad. I am here at K-2 police station.”
“What happened? Ajay?” there was shock in his voice. “Nothing serious. I hope you will make it to the police station…” he assured me that he will be here in any moment. I put Naha’s cell back into my pocket. “Now listen Romeo. You know at the police station only money and power can talk? You chose a wrong person to pick up fight. In few minutes time you will come to know of my power and me. At the police station I will do the talking. Don’t ask for any more trouble. Understood “?
We entered into the police station. In front of inspector I release the grip on him. Inspector looked at me with a question mark on his face .I introduced my self.” I am son of. Mr.Vishawanath Prathap singh. CEO of Dax Air Ways…” .I held out my hand. Inspector seems bit civilized. He shook my hand. “Take your seat.” he offered me chair.” thank you, I am. Ajay. Sir, I have a small problem with this guy… “. Ummmm. What happened? He inquired. I continued “After our sendoff party at Hilton hotel I was returning with in my friend’s car. These guys over took our car and forced us to stop. Four other friends of this guy forcibly tired to take way my friend’s car…”
Inspector “four other guys? Where are they…?”
I…” I left them on the main high way…” mean while four others guys with their SUV arrived at the police station, followed by high way police patrol car. Those guys were bought in front of inspector. He got up form his chair and went straight to one guy and thrashed him .he screamed on top of his voice.” you are already wanted by us. What is all this nonsense.” .he asked police to lock him behind the bar. Mean while my Dad arrived at the police station. I got up form the chair. Inspector wished my Dad. He smiled at him and shook his hand with inspector. I offered my chair.” Ajay. What is all this?”
“Relax Dad, nothing serious. These guys stopped our car and misbehaved with Naha. I allowed Naha to take my car. I did not want her to come to police station. She will return my car by tomorrow morning”. Inspector asked Romeo about his details. He mentioned the name of a jewelry shop. He requested inspector to make one phone call to his Dad, may be he wanted to show of his strength. Inspector allowed him to make phone call. Romeo started with “Dad. There is a small problem; I am at K-2 police station…”may be inspector does not want to book FIR. He asked my Dad whether he wants to file the case or just warn those youngsters. I could hear the sound of car door closing. Over the cell Naha announced “Ajay. I am home…” I took out her cell from my pocket. It seems Dad wanted to talk to her. I handed it over to Dad. “Naha .Are you safe?” she answered it by saying “Uncle. I am safe at home “. Dad wished her “Good night. Neha “he returned her cell back to Me.” fine. Naha. I will speak to you latter” .I switched off her cell and put back in my pocket.
Romeo’s father. A short, fat marwadi barged into the room. With folded hand he approached inspector. he asked his son ” Khya hu- wa po-ther”? (What happened my son?). He introduced himself to the inspector. Another chair was bought for him. Inspector introduced him to my Dad. “This gentle men is the owner of Dax air ways.” Romeo’s father folded both hands at my Dad. My Dad acknowledges him with his gustier. Inspector continued ” You son had misbehaved with Ajay’s girl friend and also tried to forcibly took away his car “.

Romeo’s father stared at his direction. Behind him he noticed is friends, especially the one behind the bars .He pointed at the guy behind the lock up room and fired at his son ” I told you several time to disassociate with that guy.. ” inspector in formed him ” that guy is a wanted man in several cases…” Romeo’s father.” Vijay. You heard what inspector said. Did not I warn you several times? “. His father turned to my Dad. Sir, please do not file the case. This will be the last warning for my son…” Romeo (Vijay) came to my Dad “Uncle. I am extremely sorry. I promise.” my Dad looked at me .I left my choice with my Dad. My Dad told Vijay’s father.” see that they do not repeat same mistake” Vijay’s father thanked my Dad profusely. My Dad got up to go.
(4)
Inspector gave stern warning to Vijay.” Look. Vijay just because this gentlemen forgave you I am just warning you. I don’t want any more future problems form you failing which I will be forced to take drastic actions against you. Have you understood clearly?” with his bowed head he said “yes sir, I promise no more problems from me….”.
My Dad had already moved out of the room. Vijay’s father thanked inspector and left behind a sweet box. May be it contained Rs.10, 000 or so. He then ran after my Dad.” excuse me Sir…” Vijay came to me and said “I am sorry Ajay.” he held out his hand for me” I placed my left hand on his shoulder “Vijay. Change for a better tomorrow.” I moved on. He followed me. I heard inspector ordering police to lockup his friends.
Near the car Vijay’s father was talking to my Dad. “Sir, my son got spoiled all because of his friends…. I am extremely sorry for the trouble caused by my son…” he then changed his topic. “Sir, I heard you are opening air lines booking office across the cities…”.
Dad gave him his personnel visiting card “contact my office and just refer my name. Start our branch for your son and see whether he became a responsible man “. Vijay’s father again folded his hand at my Dad. I told Vijay’s father “see you Uncle.” and got inside our car. He waved at me. When we got home it was 12.40a.m.

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CAN YOU ANSWER…….?

Elizabeth Armstrong Moore had send me this question paper.here is my answer for all .can you …..?

 

Ai-yooo! You are asking all this question to a man?!

1.What door do you wish you never opened?

A) Hell (Marriage) 
2. What is your most obsessive thought?
A) After I started writing (novels/fictions) I want my imagination to tak wings on silver screen!

3) Where is your favorite place in the world, and why?
A) Lonely planet. It is a nice place to dream.

4) What’s the one thing your parents don’t understand about you?
A) That I am a very privet person.

5) If you could relive a single day or moment, what would it be?
A) Monotony.

6) What were the strangest circumstances under which you have been intimate?
A) Way back in 1975 we were moving to neighboring state .T.N .Chennai city. Naturally our relatives and friends came to wish us for a better future. One of my cousin sisters came to my room .suddenly she became very emotional “so you are moving out”? It was obvious; we had already packed every thing. I felt sorry for her. I did not say any thing. I took her hand and looked deeeeeeeeeeeeeeep into her eyes. Naturally our lips got locked! I do not how long it lasted. Those were the moments I lost in my life. I still cherish those stolen kiss. 

7) Under what circumstances have you been closest to death?
A) At times I felt like a dead man walking. Death never occurred to me!

What is the most gracious act of kindness you have witnessed?
A) Long ……….Long……… a ago I was a small boy. I gave shelter to a kitten. 

9) What is the worst betrayal you have ever experienced ?

A) When I was broke, my bitter half took my little princess (daughter) away…

10) What is the most bizarre thing you have seen or done?

A) Hi, you are getting up-close. It is too personnel. You know there is a limit! Ok. This is not official .let’s keep it between us! You know honey that I am not a homo. It all happened in the middle of night.  In those day’s I was doing my high school. one of my aunty and her five kids came for summer vacation to Chennai form HYD. even with five kids my aunty looks sexiting .I took them around the city for site seeing . at night my cousin brother slept next to me. Thinking of aunty in the middle of night I kissed my cousin brother on his lips! He pretended as if nothing had happened ….after thirty five year I was transferred to his home town .HYD.Aunty still looks irresistible! when ever my cousin brother spoke to  me I found my self replying to the air !. I was ashamed of my self. shame … shame… 

11.What is the greatest risk you have ever taken?
A) (Now) living on a self imposed exile.

12.What is your earliest, most vivid memory?
A) Chasing mini skirts…

13.What is the most meaningful “I love you” spoken by you or to you?
A) Those words should come from our heart. I am yet to meet such a wonderful woman.

14.What was the single most terrifying moment of your life?

A) Dying like an orphan.
15.If you have experienced a moment of sudden faith or loss of faith, what prompted it?
A) Break-up. ask who prompted it ? my bitter half.. #&**##@ !

16.If you could take back one thing you have done, what would it be?
A) My freedom. (Marriage).

17.What is your greatest talent or accomplishment?

A) My imagination.  Accomplishments?  Novels/fictions

18. What is the most joyful moment you have experienced?
A) Holding my little princess in my hand for the first time. There are no words to describe the feelings.

19.What is the most painful moment you have experienced?
A) Separation from my daughter.

20.Open Question: Submit your own question and answer. No answer is off-limits, and can be on any personal theme. Here is a sample list of 20: abortion, addiction, adolescence, break-ups, crime, death, depression, eating disorders, humor, lucky breaks, mental disorders, moral dilemmas, pets, poverty, racism, religion, sex, suicide, turning points, and war.

Suicide.  why should I commit suicide?

 

It is not easy to write it in few words. It is the turn of events that leads to suicide thoughts. It not easy for a family to survive on single income. A part from mother and monster -in- law (wife) I had to face financial crunch. My wife took away my little daughter and left for her native place .it had a devastating effect on me. Imagine one fine day you miss every thing about your little daughter. Her innocent smile, laughter, pranks…

You will find time, day, years in my diary .then why am I still alive even after two years? I was not a coward, I was thinking hard and came-up with determination .instead of dying like a coward ,I need to settle scores in my life before I go down under sex feet !.

For that I need to make money . Finding a film maker is difficult but not impossibe. After all we live on hope .Do’t we?

Novels & Fictions 4 U….

Family,Love,Romance,Religion,Politics,Thriller & Science fiction.

 Name & Story line.1) UNIVERSAL LOVE. The New Religion.                                                         

A Thought provoking and controversial books about God & Religion v/s Science & Technology. God, Religion, cast, Superstition, Politics, Science, Philosophy, Myth v/s Reality, People and the whole world!. A must read for each and everyone. You have n’t read any thing like this before. This book will take you through the roller costar ride .My sincere effort is to enlighten you! This book is written from my life’s experience with God and religion. With real life experience I had explained and reasoned with rational thinking to overcome superstition. With the best of my knowledge you will find me empathizing the need for developing new religion.

 SUB TITLES.  1) God, Religion, Cast and Superstitions. 2) Theist & Atheist. 3) Godman & Conman! 4) Good times  & Bad times. 5) Vaastu sastra. 6) Science  & Technology. 7) Democracy  & Politics. Universal love…. The new religion!.

 THE LIFE OF A LITTLE PRINCESS. (Life/ Story). 276 K.B includes Photos.

This story is dedicated to my daughter. How globalization changed an ordinary persons family life forever. An aged father’s struggle to give his only daughter, good education and a secured life. After the court battle for his daughter’s custody will he ever live with his estranged wife?.

 ROOTS. (Family story) 

A middle class parent brought-up their only daughter with lots of love and affections only to find their dreams shattered at the end. Their only daughter choose to live with her girl friend as a living partner!. How her aged parents cope with their tragedy forms the rest of the story.

 ETERNAL LOVE. (Love story based on science and technology!)

An eternal love story based on life after death. A young lover dies I a freak accident. He was brought back to life after twenty-five years. Thanks to science and technology. His ex-girl friend Maya is a happy married woman with a grown-up son. Will they become lovers again? What happens to their only love child?

 AJAY- THE NEW PRIME MINISTER.(Political Thriller) 

This story is an imagination of my work .Any person living or dead is purely coincides. Story tells about a young man who was brought-up with gandhiyan philosophy. Years later when he becomes the youngest Prime Minister of India, at times he finds gandhiyan philosophy does not work in favor of his country. How he tackles such complex problems in his own ways. . Action takes places at Chennai,

Delhi, Karachi, Terrorist camps in Pakistan and Kargil part-2!

 AJAY- THE NATIONL HERO . (Romantic/Thriller -Novel)

Ajay’s love, romance and his adventure life .His ‘noble’ way of serving his country takes him across INDIA. Action takes palaces at Mumbai, Bangalore, Chambal valley, Patna and a remote terrorist camp at Kashmir valley. How he became a national hero forms the story.

 WAR ON TERROR  (Science fiction)

U.S government deploys star war project to hunt down international terrorist organization. AL-qaeda. Mr. Mohammed, a moderate Islamist trying to defend his religion named after humanity and compassion. Action takes places in space, U.K, Munich, Iraq, Manila and a terrorist camp in Remote Island off the cost of Philippines. Read diabolic plans of Jihads…

“ Love me tender ”!  (Mature)  A tender love story.This story is about an innocent girl who falls in love with her roommate. She places her love above her family value .a girl who lost in touch with realities and her roots. Her life revolved around her girl friend….

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“ Love me tender ”!
(Mature)
A tender love story.

Story line.
This story is about an innocent girl who falls in love with her roommate. She places her love above her family value .a girl who lost in touch with realities and her roots. Her life revolved around her girl friend….

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FREEDOM FOR IRAQ

FREEDOM FOR
IRAQ. (OPNION)

 

When bombs explode in the heart of
Baghdad I (we) do not see the scores .Sunnis … Shia……. This much .we feels for their families and their sufferings.

Three autonomous region based on ethnic line .Shia, Sunnis and Kurdish region. Americans are refusing to do this. Americans brought miseries to the Iraqis people, now it is their moral duty to bring peace in
Iraq. When will this happen? How long it is going to take? How many more Iraqis need to scarify their life for that? Will UN remain silent spectator forever? These entire questions remain unanswered.

KASAVO like solution is the only answer for
Iraq. This is the only way to stop carnage and amicable settlement for the warring parties. If Mr. Bush and Americans are refusing,

Why 164 members of UN refuse to take a resolution (through voting) dividing
Iraq on ethnic basis? What is that preventing them stopping blood shed? In this present scenario given a chance, even American will vote for it! They only want to get out of
Iraq as soon as possible .it will also give them a chance to save their face!

Divide
Iraq into three automatons region with a (“centralized control system”) coalition ministry at the center. Relocating shias in south and Kurdish in north. patrolling of their boarder area  (within their divided country )can be looked after by UN peace keeping force and their men in respective area .once this is done Sunnis can take control of their own region .leaving  no more chance for blood shed. No one will permit their own people getting killed in the name of freedom or religion. That should allow their community to isolate terrorist and jihads form their society .they will find thousands of terrorists and jihads at their door step mostly form foreign country .as per their rules they can be either put behind bars or deport them to their own country.

Now for developments.
World bank, Syria and
Saudi Arabia can contribute help/money to rebuild Sunni autonomous region (
Baghdad). It can be developed into a major business /trade and tourist center .Revenue from the
Iraq oil from
Basra and Kurdish area should share certain percentage with Sunnis .time is the greatest healer. We all can hope for a better future for
Iraq.

 

N.B. In
Iraq it is not civil war or even Sectarian war it is much worst than that, it is ethnic cleansing that is what is happing at the moment in
Iraq. Sunnis are killing Shia’s only to drive them out of their region. This fact must be accepted by the world community. We in
India had a similar situation .more than sixty thousand Hindu pundits were driven out to their home and lively hood by terrorists and so called Kashmiri Jihads (Freedom fighters). For the past so many years these Hindu pundits are living in an appalling conditions in and around
Delhi .they are refuges in their own mother land .Does world community is aware of their plight and problems? Even after two different ruling parties came to power they had done nothing to solve their problems.

LITTLE PRINCESS-PART-2

 

THE LIFE OF A LITTLE PRINCESS. (Life/story) 

Two other different ending!.

 Dear readers.

 

Thank you for reading my story .If you are disappointed with the story ending .Here is help!. By changing last page.

 

1) Marriage takes place….. It was decided by me after my daughters wedding, I would go on for pilgrimage. My karma (duty) in this world is over. Now all that I want is to get salvation for the sin I committed by separating my daughter from her mother. There is a very special bond between a mother and her daughter .No man will ever understand that.

Now my daughter is married and settled down in her life .Madam had accepted my estranged wife as her sister, there is peace on my mind.

One day after dinner, I announced my plan to go for pilgrimage. My daughter asked me for promise that I will return home after pilgrimage .Even though I promised her that I would return after pilgrimage it never going to take place.

Next day after breakfast .I carried my bag that contained few clothes, some cash and my dairy .I thanked madam for every help she provided for my family .blessed my daughter, asked my wife to take care of our Sony Gudiya and moved out of the house with a heavy heart.

As I walked into eternity, my wife asks madam “will my husband ever come back?’.

My daughter Sony answered by saying.”My papa never tells lies to me. Papa promised me that he would come back “.My wife looked at madam for answer. Madam pacified her by saying “We all live in hope .what is life without hope? Let us hope he will come back after pilgrimage “.

                                                    (THE END) 

 

2-nd ending.

 

Last page. (Before marriage.)

 

One day I asked madam why their outhouse was kept locked .Madam said, “We started our life in that house .after we built this house we moved into here. Since then outhouse was kept locked for the past fifteen years.” I asked madam for the outhouse key.

Opened the door and went inside .it was fully furnished house .every thing in its place. Like a memorial house. may be some sentimental value attached to it .the whole day I alone spent cleaning the entire house .there is no point in staying in madam‘s house after my daughter’s wedding.

I told madam that I am going to stay in their outhouse .madam had no objection for that.

I borrowed Ajay’s computer and started typing my life story from my dairy….

After dinner, my came to out house and settled down!

My daughter’s marriage takes place…Ajay and Sony stays at madam’s house and starts their new life…

My life story “THE LIFE OF A LITTLE PRINCESS “was completed in three moth’s time. I approached few publishers .one of them agreed to publish my story .It was a moderate success.

Sony delivered a baby girl. we all were at her bed side at the city hospital .my wife took her grand daughter in her arms and named her AMMINI  .infact Sony’s name was Ammini .I only had changed it to Sony Gudiya  I always wanted a little princess and the name can not be none other than Sony Gudiya !

With age my wife had mellowed .she is no more ill tempered and sarcastic woman. We started our life all over again. She spend most of her time with her grand daughter Ammini .she wanted to makeup her lost time with grand daughter .I worked as freelance

Designer for book covers and advertisement.

We stayed at madam’s outhouse, to serve her in her old age .A token of gratitude for giving a secured life for our daughter.

Life was not cruel to me when I think of less fortunate parents .today I am a happy and

Content man.

                                                             (THE END)

 

N B: choose any of the three ending, .if it gives you peace of mind !.

My “Little princess” and
Me.
About me. Aquarian, 49 years old, middle class family man. I am a service technician by profession. Events I my life forced me to write my story. I wish to convey my message to others, hope that it will help them. Even my two other stories convey social messages. Read more about me and my family from this story.
About” little princess “. This book is dedicated to my daughter. Sony  Gudiya.
It’s about an aged fathers fight for his daughter’s custody, and his struggle to give his little daughter secured life and good education. Will he ever live with his estranged wife? Read on …try to figure out where reality ends and my imagination begins .this story has two other different ending!
There is one special reason for me to write my story. You will find the message in this story…My story has an universal appeal of typical middle class family man .you will find Problem associated with single income family .If only wife had lent her helping hand family life would have survived.
I want typical housewife to realize that nowadays how difficult it is to run a family with single income.
An appeal to house wife is enclosed with this story. Please read it should help your family in the long run. .
With globalization, sweeping across the world my story can happen in any part of the world. Read ’job today. gone tomorrow “. I am a victim of globalization. With globalization life became very unpredictable .even surviving in this world became a challenge.
With the best wishes,
JIVAN.Guns & Roses @………..jivadax@gmail.com     

DAX & PUSSY CAT- Sweet memories…

Dax & Pussy cat.

Sweet memories…

When I was a young boy I had a cat named Pussy. It seems some one had decided to get rid of the kitten. Which was a common practice in Kerala: usually after cat gives birth. In those days (40 years ago) it was not possible to get sterilized a dog or cat. Kitten (pussy) found her way to our home. I welcomed her. She was a cute little one. She had light green colored eyes with full of curiosity, pink lips and white fur coat. An Y shaped black thick line running from both her ears to her nose. There was instant liking between us. When she came home she was very weak. I like fat tabby cat. I give her every day one glass of my milk with out the knowledge of my mother. She was always hungry .a part from her food I shared my food with her .I pampered her a lot. With lots of love and food she soon put on weight. She was always with me. While studying, eating, when I go for swimming or fishing in our compound; it runs in to few acres of land. Our house was in the middle of a paddy field. If I am swimming she will wait for me to finish my bath. She was more like a dog to me .in the raining season shallow place get filled up with water. That was my pound! When fishing I take big fish for me to fry. Small fishes I always give it her. She liked masala-fired fish too! . I had noticed one thing; whenever I talk to her .it was usually a question that I ask her .she always answered me in her monosyllables.  MEAO! . That says the least she was listing to me. Even though I never understood her language I took her answer for yes. When I goes to school she accompany me till the main gate. In the evening she eagerly waits for me at the gate .she will keep purring at me with her MEAO! . I know she want me to carry her back home. Together we share my evening Tiffin .At night she slept with me; she was too good to cuddle up. I like her snuggling up with me .she was always warm.  My father had no problem with my pussycat but my mother was allergic to her. If I give her kiss my mother would shout at me .she says if the cats hair get into my intestine it will give stomach pain? I never believed in her word .at least I never had stomach pain by kissing my pussycat. In return my cat will gives me a good lick on my cheek. I liked it; it was like rubbing fine emery paper on my cheek .try it once you will like it.

Since we were living in the middle of a paddy field, on rainy days there used to be lot of water snake and rat snakes. Some times pussy cat brings rat snake under my cot .she would not allow any body to get close to her when she keep her booty. Most of the time we drive her away .she will either take her booty with her or leave her booty to us and escape. Most of the time it used to be rat snake it was not a big problem for us. Until one day…. She brought a big king cobra; black in color about more than two meter in length. She caught him as usual .by his neck and took it to her favorite place. Under my cot. When we tried to drive her out .She made, not grunting but somewhat similar sound she produced. My elder brother gave her one whip with his belt .She left the cobra in our bed room and escaped .Now it was our turn to face the king cobra .We both jumped on to the bed. Snake started hissing at us. My brother threw his black belt at it. It bit on it. Again we then threw heavy pillow on it. Snake went into our big bath room .we both took brick and pinewood stick and went after the snake. Cobra was very much alive. To avoid cobra escaping we locked bathroom door! For washing we had high raised stone pillar? About 2′x1. 5′x2′ pillar. Cobra ran around the bathroom trying to escape; we climbed on the pillar, we first stoned him then beat him to death. There was lots of yelling and struggling to kill one cobra .it was really scary. That was my first kill at the age of ten-.my brother was around seventeen.

Every thing was fine. Perfect. Until she started giving birth. At times four to six of them! I like each and every one of them. When pussycat give birth to kittens, I took care of her, like getting her food at her place. Cleaning mess made by the little ones. Kittens started moving around the house after one month. They make mess all over the place. Besides we had to be very care full not to step on them. The most pain full part was that I had to leave the small one at the market place. That was the usual practice at that time. No blue cross or pet adoption center was there.

At market place they will get to eat left over fish. Some time small children or animal lovers take them home. Stray dogs or vehicle could kill some of them. Leaving small one to fend for them made me feel sad. I begged my parents to keep all the five with us. They told me that was impossible. Cats gives birth every six months. I had no other choice but to leave the small one at the market place. Only one and half months old … five of them…. When pussycat was away I took them in a big bag and went to fish market .I did not wanted to leave them at the market palace then come back home. It could get killed by a stray dog or run over by a vechile. I want to find them home. I went on asking little children whether they like to take my kitten home. Even though children liked my kitten they parents objected taking kitten home. I could find home for only three of them.  I took back two of the kitten back to my home. At home pussycat was very much worried she went searching all over the place. When I returned her two kittens she kept asking me for the missing one. MEAO? MEAO? I had apologized her. I really felt sorry for her. My parents insist that I dispose two others also. I said I would. Give me time. In our near by locality I went searching for shelter. In few days time I found people willing to adopt the other two. I was lucky. I found home for my kittens. After one month my pussycat and I visited her kitten. (I carried my her in a bag and took it to two of her kitten. she recognized them! it was a warm feeling watching them snuggling each other.  I love cat washing her face with its paw and playing with her kittens. They are more affectionate towards their little one…. Even though I had three other dogs in my life. I still love cats … we Aquarian had some of their traits. We do things under impulse. At times we get killed for our curiosities! Literally. 

After my pussycat I had an Alsation dog named DAX. My uncle in military brought it for me .he was about only one and half years old. Except that he had bit of puppy character in him but got a solid look of a grown up dog. Soon we became good friends. He had his corporation licensee tag on his collar belt. I used to take him to meat shop every day. Later he got used to collect his meat from his shop. Give him his bag he alone went to shop to collect this meat. Some times I followed him to see whether other dogs troubled him. With his majestic look other stray dogs never dared to pick up fight with him. They all kept a safe distance and yelled at him. DAX never paid any attention to those dogs. He was a very intelligent and obedient dog. We trained him such a way. Unless my brother or I tell him to “take it” he would not touch his food. He will wait till we ask him to take it. I usually take him for a walk, jog or some time I go cycling and he comes running after me. On most of the Sundays we either goes to a pond or river to swim. Once he was not taking his usual swim with me he sat by the side of the river. While swimming I had pretended as if I was getting drawn. It was not a deliberate act. Just for the sake of fun. Dax jumped into the river and swam towards me .I wanted to know how he is going to help me .he held my right arm with in his mouth and struggled to swim ashore. At first I enjoyed it. But seeing him struggling me to ’save’ I swam on backwards. Later every time I played same mischief Dax never gave it to chance. He will desperately tried to save me.His majestic look saved us lot of trouble from thief and boys. Boys come to steal our rose garden. At times along they take plant with pot. This usually happen when on our ONAM festival time .it is about sixteen dayflower decoration works on the floor. Dax kept them at a safe distance.

After Dax we had SNOOPY. A local dog came and settled down in our apartment compound at Chennai. She was not an intelligent dog but I liked her the way she communicates with me her eyes. Bit stupid, her innocent eyes speak volume…she kept us informed about unwanted people in our premises (her territory).

After Snoopy we had ACHOOO. I do the naming of all my pets. Again a local dog settled down in out apartment compound. He likes to play with my little daughter. They vibe pretty well. Where ever my daughter goes Achoo always accompanied her. They like to play at near by playground. We together give him bath once in a week or so. Till he felt smelly. Achoo played a part of my comedy life .to be frank my life is full of comedies of error. Though it was not always my fault.

One day a man came in lord Krishna’s costume to our house. He had his face painted in blue color with a crown on his head. He started singing in Telugu.  “Jaya govindam.”… I gave him 50 paisa. Lord Krishna.   “Sir, makeup costs more money”. He asked me for more money. “Did I ask you to wear makeup?”. I then called Achoo. (A local dog I adopted when he was a pup). There was no sign of him. Lord Krishnan peeped into my house expected my wife to give him more money. He then stared singing vigorously. ,”Jaya.govindam…paramanandam””. I Screamed for Achooooo…!   Achoo appeared out of nowhere, found him wagging his tail at the back of me, eagerly waiting for my orders. Achoo looked up me and I winked at Lord Krishna. Lord Krishna took off, achoo set after him; both of them ran around playing ground, which is in front of my house. Achoo ran tugging at his veshty. Sony “Papa man running, running Achoo biting, biting.” She told me in her broken English. Sony could not stop laughing. She latterly went into “Paramanandam”! I saw Lord Krishnan running back to me. I caught hold of Achoo. He looks satisfied with his performance. I give a pat on his back and put him on the chain. Lord Krishnan spread his veshty; I looked at his face through the torn veshty.” Sir, your dog tore my veshty,” he complained to me. I said. “Yeah, You missed your crown too!”. I end up paying Rs.10 but it was worth for my daughter’s laughter, which I missed it for more than two years. We both had fun at the cost of “Lord Krishna” and Achoo. These two local dogs always kept thieves and unwanted people at safe distance. Near by our neighboring flats thief took away bike and valuable house hold articles. These less fortunate dogs kept vigil for us. Round the clock…year after year for meager amount of left over food. They had done their duty by defending their territory. Now they are all livining only in my sweet memories .I missed them very much. Each one of them was unique in their own ways…                                                

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SCRIBBLING PAD- views &perceptions

Scribbling Pad. My scribbling pad is sum of me! It reflect my thoughts & perceptions about life
And world @ large.
I believe the day people realize that there is only one god for all of us. A god above religion and cast makes the world a better palace to Live in.
1. Life thrives on exploration. Love, Affection, Emotions, Materials… the list goes on…
2. Diplomacy is not telling truth but telling convincing lies.
3. A writer lives in hope.
4. Life is a one long war of emotional conflicts.
5. There are four types of lucky guys in this world..
1) A guy born with a silver spoon in his mouth. He can chase his dreams.
2) The one who got the ‘right ‘ connections in this world?
3) A person who works ’smart’. Not hard.
4) The last one is plain lucky, he is one among the millions.
6) In love… you lose your heart first. without heart your brain can not function properly it means
You are lost forever!
7) To get mad .get married!
Marriage is an end of the beginning for a man …
9) Women are the deadliest species on earth. Get married they will start controlling your life. They are good at manipulating you.
10) A happy family is where your wife makes decisions on each and every thing. Having worked as
field Service engineer for appliance department for the past fifteen years and having visited more
Than 10,000 homes, my judgement can not be wrong.
11) Do you believe in good times and bad times?
To me good time is when I succeed in achieving things with out any real effort .Bad time is when
I really work hard to achieve success and success keeps eluding me.
Here, down south in India there is a proverb. Bad time is because our father removed his Knickers at
bad time. That is why his child is suffering .in certain communities first night sex is permitted only on an auspicious time! . Scientifically speaking time reversible is not possible.
12) God? . A thing, which can not be seen, heard nor its presence can be felt. Under the most sophisticated scientific equipment its presence can not be proved god exist. . Men and world community needs proof on every thing except when it comes to God. Scientists are the most wired people of all because they believe in God!
13) When you are at the crossroad of your life. (When one is literally on the street) your brother or sister may give you food but not shelter because they don’t want to share their favorite pizza or Hamburg.
14) A king or Dictator has only one father. Democracy has too many fathers!
15) A writer lives with his hopes…
16) When our forefathers wrote democratic values..…They would not have dreamt that one day terrorists, separatist, racists, religion and cast based organizations will come to power, to impose their whims and fancies only to make life miserable for a common man in democratic countries .Now it seems with democracy we are digging our own grave. Read freedom for all and peace for none. (A common man is one who longs for peace and work. (Food.)
17) The intelligent is one who talks fast with lies and oppertutisim
18) It is estimated more than half of the revenue is generated through pornographic web site, about fifteen billion. It reminds me that people had forgotten AIDS.1
19) Terrorists are by products of a sick society. They are like cancer of a society .if untreated it will soon spread the entire society.
20) If it is a question of life or death…chose life…but why?.
21) Being a nice person means you allow others to take you for granted or even allows other to abuse you.

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PROFILE

Name. ALIEN
DOB Valentine’s day.
Age Vintage. Model ‘57.
Trade Technical (S.Er)
Experiences plenty in life.
Zodiac sign Aquarius.
Marital Status Father of a little Princess.
My wish is to meet an E.T.
Hobbies. Dreaming (Visualizing) Ideas and concepts, writing fictions.Photography, watching movies, listing songs, playing shuttle and chess. Visiting places of interest and exchanging views.
Scribbling Pad. . It reflects my thoughts, views and opinion. Some of them From my own experience with life.
My favorite Stars and Celebrities from Holly Wood.
Actors. Richard Burton, Clint East Wood, Sean Connery,
Harrison Ford, Antoney Hopkins, Sylvester Stallion, Arnold,
Richard Gere, Tom Cruz, Keeano Reevs, Michale Douglas.

Actress. Merlin Menro, Elizabeth Tyler, Merrill Streep, Golde Hawan,
Nicole Kid Man, Catherine Zeta Johnes, Jennifer Lopaz, Salma Hyke,
Madonna ,Sharon Stone,Kate Winslet, Paris Hilton ,Carmel Electra.
Directors. Steven Spiel Burg, George Lucas and James Camrone
Elvis Presley, Michele Jackson, UB-40, Abba, Bonny-M, Yanni.
Modonna,Mariah Carey,Gloria estefen, Shakira,Janet jackson .
John Mcennro ,Agassi, Chris evert, Steffi graf, Anna kornikova ,
Maria Sarapova.
Stars & Celebrities in India.
Amithab Bachan ,Shammi kapoor, Vinod Kanna, Nana Patherker,
Naseerudeen sha, Om puri, Freroz Khan, Fardeen Khan, Salman Khan,Pran and Johnny walker, John Abraham, Shahid Kapoor, Anil Kapoor.
Rakhee, Rekha, Saira banu, Zeenth Amman, Helen, Madhuri Dixith,
Monisha Koirala, Smitha patel, Praveen babi, Neethu Singh,
Ashwarya Rai, Susmitha sen, Kareena kapoor, Amesha patel,
Mohammed Rafi, Kishor kumar, Mukesh, Talath Azziz,pankaj udhas, Kumar sanu, Udit narayan.
Asha, Latha mangeshker, Alka yaganik, Kavitha kishnamoothy,
Alisha, sunanthi chawhan, Penaz Mazani.
Gawasker, Sachin tendulker,Sania Mirza.

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