THE OTHER SIDE

Endless Universe

'5..4..3..2..1..!', these were the last words we heard from the earth station before the launch of our space shuttle. It was first Indian manned mission to mars. We have to drive New Tata Safari Storme Explorer edition there because we don't know much about the terrains and that vehicle is suitable for such places along with other researches but now the success of our mission is under doubt. We have lost connections from both the earth and the moon stations after we were smashed by an asteroid,since than we have also lost our directions and we really don't know where we are going in this endless universe. We know we will die a silent death, in few months if not in days. I held my self responsible being the chief commanding officer of this project for my crew's condition.

" Oh! poor chap", said a strange creature which was short in height red in color having small ears and big eyes after reading diary of commanding officer Vyom. Vyom and his five member crew was in a chamber appearing to be a hospital room . " He is coming to senses doctor," shouted a nurse. " where I am ?" Vyom was shocked to see those creatures ,they were actually aliens. He pinched himself to confirm that he was not in a dream, they were aliens very much like human beings in appearance but red in color having small ears and big eyes. He didn't believe that they were still alive after that crash when they came in contact with the atmosphere of this planet.

"Where I am sir?" He asked the doctor. " This is a place called Tdell on planet Tronota. Soon our Alien Relation Minister will be here to talk to you." They were speaking in a language understandable to him,soon all other crew members woke up and Vyom explained them that they are on planet Tronota where they had crashed. When they were still talking a man came from the gate which opened automatically. He was well dressed and was wearing shoes which were keeping him 2/3 inches above the ground.

" How are you gentleman?" " I am fine, thank you for saving our lives." " It was our duty and your shuttle will be ready in few hours until than enjoy your stay here." He stopped at the gate and came back to Vyom. " I wants to ask one thing gentleman." " Please ask Sir." "You know that we are very advanced in everything in comparison from your planet Earth." " You know our planet." " Yes we often visit there for vacations, but that SUV which was in your shuttle was out of this world many adventure loving Tronatians were driving it even I tried it myself who made it." " Sir it's a Tata product you should also see its accessories sir cargo basket,canopy,cycle carrier,etc are all made for those who are hungry for adventures. Sir can we drive it here on your land." "Yes, Off course ." They drove it on that land unknown to them and even unknown to Tata Safari Storme but it drove as if made for such terrain full of big rocks.

" Lost astronauts returned safely." This was the front page headline for a leading daily when they returned on earth. There is one more headline getting attention of the world that day." Tata engineers behind Tata Safari Storme were mysteriously missing."

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Burnt Letter

Deepak was the first reporter to visit the riot affected area. That village was desolated and everything was destroyed. He entered a burnt house where he found a half burnt piece of paper in one of the corner written by a child,

" God,I am afraid of these loud voices,they are beating our doors and throwing stones.We are sitting inside hugging each other, my mother told me that they are going to kill us and can be saved if only you were here. Please come to save us."

He wiped off his tears and moved to another house.

Mailed

And before I knew it,I had hit 'Send'. "Oh No! Did I really send it". I checked again it was already in sent mail folder. But why should I fear? What he did to me was not right at all ? How can an editor of such a high status print an article by a budding writer like me with his name? With these words I was consoling myself, and justifying my hate mail to him,this was also suppressing the fear in back of my mind that this was the end of my career as a writer.

Soon my fear grew stronger when I thought about my struggle to reach there,this job in such a reputed newspaper daily was a dream for me. Moreover my financial status at that time was also not god to lose a job and loosing in such fashion would be a surety that no other newspaper would employee me. " What should I do now ? " I was sweating with fear when my phone rang. " Oh ! it was he, I am gone," I didn't pick the phone and when it stopped ringing I switched it off, I also removed the wire of my land line phone, I was just prolonging that moment to hear the shattering of my dreams,with this fear my eyes automatically started shedding tears,my whole life was in front of my eyes. I have leaved a job in bank to become a writer with so much effort I was temporarily employed by this newspaper. This job would act as a precursor to my dream which I had ruined myself. I cried,cried ,cried and fallen to sleep.

My sister woke me up from my sleep,I almost slept for six hours as if became unconscious.She told me that newspaper editor had come to meet me. I prepared myself for the worst,it was all my fault,how irresponsible I was? I have put axe on my own feet. I washed my face and went downstairs where he was sitting. " Are you all right young man, I am trying your mobile and land line since morning." I thought that he had gone mad by reading all abuses I have collected and wrote to him to behave in such a polite way. " Sir! I have sent you a mail in the morning." " Mail!I didn't receive any mail from you anyway just forget it,I am here to say sorry that my name was printed for today's article in place of yours. We will publish the same article again tomorrow with your name and an apology by me. And yes tomorrow we will include that paragraph also which we have omitted today for its length. " I was happy to hear these words from him,he also gave me permanent job in his newspaper for the reviews he had received for that article. But what happened to that mail,who had received it.

I went to my computer as soon as he leaved,I opened the sent mail folder. I have sent it to some jaychan@*****.com instead of jaychand@*****.com. Someone also send a reply from that email id which was in Chinese which reads as " I think you have sent it by mistake ,many words don't translates difficult to understand." after translation. I laughed and said to myself that some of those Hindi language abuses were really hard to translate and many of them were new ,even I didn't understand what these words actually means.

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Colourless

When Avinash got this silver car he knew that Rea would be more excited and happy than him. He telephoned her to be ready as they were going on a month-long vacation in their car to all cities she wished to visit including her home town pink city Jaipur." Don't do any packing, just take some essential things and document rest I will buy for you."

" Have you won a jackpot or what,you never spend so much in your entire life." "You can think like that, now we will have a luxurious life." He now owned so much money that he can full fill all dreams of Rea and himself. He drove fast and reached his house in only twenty minutes, Rea was waiting outside for him in that black Saree which he loved the most.

" Wow a new car,I can't believe it," she jumped in excitement after seeing that silver car. " Come in Rea we have to leave quickly." Rea was shocked to see him in so much hurry but before she could asked anything Avinash closed the door of the car and drove fast to leave the city soon.

As he was on his way towards national highway,he saw yellow barricades put on by police on road ,they were checking something. " Oh no! we should take some another road", he was in fear and tried to turn the car but some more cars had stopped behind him which prevented movement of his car. " What happened Avi?" asked Rea. Before he could do anything police surrounded his car. His black eyes turned red in horror,police arrested him. Rea was unable to understand anything " what happened officer? " " Madam ! your husband has killed a big businessman in National Bank's parking area and has stolen his car,cards and 100 crore cash he had withdrawn from the bank."

Rea now understands the reason behind his haste to leave the city. He had ruined their future in hope to make it better with a crime. But as we all know crime never pays, he is now behind bars in a colorless cell for murder and loot to make his life colorful and carefree.

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Bollywood Dreams

"No body understands my dream", she said to herself and decided to run away from her home to Mumbai to pursue her childhood dream of being a film star with her friend Dipak. He made her to face couch rather than camera. Her Bollywood dream gets shattered.

Young And Tired

About a decade ago,debate over age of our politicians was in its full swing. Everybody wanted youth to be part of the politics so that a different political atmosphere prevail in the country. Things did change in these years and more and more youth politicians emerge in the scene like Rahul Gandhi,Akhilesh Yadav,Aditya Thackeray,Sachin Pilot,Umar Abdullah,Anurag Thakur,etc.

All of these leaders in present time holds an important place in their respected parties or in central or state governments. Nation hoped for change through these leaders but they too got struck in this rotten political system and instead of cleaning it they became a part of it. Rahul Gandhi who is projected as future Prime Minister of India by his party has lost touch with the masses by keeping himself silent on many important issues and at times when he speak at certain occasions his speech turned out to be of a newbie.

Akhilesh Yadav who is now Chief Minister of Uttar Pradesh has lost control over his government, he appears to run government on his father's commands,law and order situation in UP is worst,recent communal riots in Muzaffarnagar is one more example of his failure. Umar Abdullah the chief minister of J & K often give statements which give way to tensions in the valley, Anurag Thakur the head of BJP's youth wing responded to the outrage by spouting the retrograde ideas of the RSS on the difference between "India" and "Bharat" on the issue of gender.

Varun Gandhi another BJP youth leader was booked for communal speech during his election campaign in last elections. Sachin Pilot,Jyotiaditya Sindia,Milind Deora,Jatin Prasad,etc never came out to speak against corruption in their party.

All these youth leaders belongs to political dynasties,either their father or mother was a politicians before hence they are also carrying burden of political lineage, other youth politicians don't get any chance to represent government either in state or central level due to these heavy weight candidates. All these leaders don't speak against their party lines for what is right or wrong. In spite of so many youth politicians India is still waiting for fresh, reformist youth politicians which can bring change in the political system. We need young and active leaders to lead from the front and not young and tired to further carry this cripple political system. These leaders must have voice of their own and should have courage to speak beyond party line and act as to become a role model for young generation.

Teacher

Teacher's favourite in school and college for his academic brilliance he was certified to be fully prepared for his further life and to do anything he wanted. But he came to know about the harsh realities of this world only when he stepped in it. Then life itself became his true teacher.

God Man

India is the land of yogis and spiritual teachers. People from all around the world came here in search of peace and salvation through spiritual teachers. These teachers are also in demand in foreign lands where they are invited to share their believes and there they also teaches the ways to connect to god. This demand helps in booming of God men in India( don't forget the money involved in all this).

The concept of mediator between God and believers is as old as the concept of god itself. These few peoples(pandits,maulvis,priests,etc) claims to hold the sole responsibility to make people connect to god. With years this trade flourishes more than any other trade in the world as a result these middlemen soon became self proclaimed God man as influx of money in this trade is beyond any economic crises. They also became source of political power. Political parties used them to strengthen their vote banks,they are also used to keep black money by politicians and industrialists,they illegally send people from one country to another behind their truth speech delivery programme,their places in many cases becomes hideout for anti-social elements.

These so called God men uses religion as a shield to hide their ill deeds ,there are many cases like Swami Bhimanand, Swami Pramanad, Gulzar Ahmad Bhat, Swami Nityanand,Asaram Bapu,Nirmal Baba,Baba Ramdev and many more who were involved in many cases of sexual assaults ,rape,possession of illegal property,murders,extortion's,etc. Even after such big allegations they move freely in the society due to people who blindly follows them and consider them as God. Politicians remain silent in such issues as they need these good people for their political gains.

The clause of equality before law fails in front of such people of high social status which further decreases trust in already paralyzed judicial system. We go to these people in search of god as we are afraid of Him and pay huge sum of money to wash away our sins. It's time that we start to love god,this love will remove all our fears related to Him and make us more closer to him so that a requirement for a middleman will not be there. God resides in his creations and not in temples and mosques,respect and care for his creations,He will care for you.

Abandoned

She was thinking how she used to protect him when he decimate things by his pranks and mistakes and today when she broke a bottle of cough-syrup of his wife as her hands tremble of sudden high volume caused by his removal of earphone from his phone,he throw her out of the house.

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Minister's Visit

"Prabhakar,"said minister Ram Bharose to his secretory,"election are near now,what is the plan?".

"Sir! it's time we visit some villages in our area for vote appeal,your speeches are also ready,which date should I fix? Which village you will visit first?" Prabhakar replied confidently.

"Choose a village which is the most developed in my constituency",proudly said Ram Bharose.

"Sir,this is your constituency there is no chance of development."

"Hmm! we will visit Bijlipur,call local party office there to make all arrangements and don't forget to send Bijli (electricity) before us", he again sat relaxed on his chair.

Ram Bharose is very experienced,he is winning from this constituency from last 20 years,he knows all the tricks of the trade and since nothing has changed much,he is sure to win this time also.

Prabhakar on the other hand is busy in preparations for minister's visit. He telephoned local party office for arrangements for minister's visit. All departments were alerted about his visit. Roads were cleaned,water board opened 24 hours water supply,electricity is available day and night,light bulbs were fixed on poles,school building was repaired,food was distributed to poor people free of cost. All those things which was never taken care of were up to date now,even a song was prepared in his praise to be sung by school kids who now owns new uniforms.

" Sir,everything is finalized we have to go there tomorrow", " Prabhakar how much it costs", " nothing sir! only few promises for promotions for local officials."

Ram Bharose was confident when he visited Bijlipur. He repeated his old speech of last elections with addition of some fresh promises. After ending the speech he said" what else do you want? I am always ready." An old man from the audience stood up and said," Sir! I request you for more visits in our village."

Sacrifice

At the stroke of midnight he realized that it was useless for all of them to hide in that house because rioters would soon discover them. He told his brother to take all families to some other place more secure than this while he was diverting their attention.He came out of the house,rioters spotted him.They chased him with swords and fire lights in their hands while all others were safely moved out of that house. He was soon captured and killed, a sacrifice which saved the life of hundred others targeted for believing in a different god.

This post is a Drabble .

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Freedom

1 .Sanjay Jha decided to came back to his hometown Darbanga(Bihar) from Mumbai as his life is more important than his right to work anywhere in the country.

2. Rahul and Rashmi were killed because they love each other by their parents.

3. Raghu and his family was forced by Bajrang Dal to leave Christianity and came back to Hinduism.

4. Asif cancelled all relations with his son when he married a Hindu girl.

5. Sandhya now take different route to office as those boys make dirty comments.

6. Dheeraj again joined his stunt biking group even after police warning.

7. Dalit children remained in class during mid-day meal distribution in school.

8. As soon as he took action against son of an MP he was transferred by the authorities.

9. Judge passed the judgement against him because he was unable to hire a lawyer.

10.His father remain unattended and died because he couldn't manage to deposit money on time.

Above incidents are fictive but that doesn't mean they are imaginary,these things happens and are happening in our country daily. We got our independence from Britishers on 15th August 1947 and since then we are still struggling for freedom. Freedom from our age old thinking,freedom from caste system,freedom from corruption,etc. Where some people are exploiting freedom of others,many people don't enjoy freedom at all.

Citizen of this country are still not able to work at a place of their choice,they can't marry of their will,they can't practice religion they wants,girls still feels unsafe,they can't wear clothes of their choice,schedule castes and tribes are still exploited,medical and judicial facilities are out of reach of the common man. Those with power don't let others function honestly and correctly.

Some misuse freedom by curbing other's freedom,they don't follow traffic rules creating problems on road,play music at loud noise disturbing neighbours,spit in public places making city dirty,intervene in other's privacy and so on.We all have to think about that and change the way we think to inculcate real freedom in ourselves so that we can safeguard and let other enjoy their freedom too and remember never to loose hope that everything will be fine one day.

Mistake

Sunita gave all her jewellery to Suresh to sell so that they can get money for their son's operation. With money in his hands he thought to bet with it to have relieved themselves from all problems in life. He made a mistake and lost both money and child.