Chillaxing amidst Global Warming

As the shattered doors of steel are pulled apart
By the hands of the devil

As the battered cavities of skull are pulled apart
By the hands of the devil

As the tattered veils of humanity are pulled apart
By the hands of the devil

Admist all the torned limbs and all the baked hearts
The Spirit of Mumbai stands firmer than ever

A special thanks to all the Mumbaikars at Mumbai Help and other blogs who defeated the cause of terrorism with their good SamaritanMumbaiya gesture

"He is fast but not fast enough ", his mentor shook his head as he looked at the graphs hanging on the walls.


Every morning he would come down to the hall where his mentor, The Master would test him at the simulators. The Master would check his reflexes, record his response time and then shout at him to scale his previous record. The rest of the day was spent in the lab where The Master and the team would go through the video recording and charting out the bottlenecks. Once all the parameters were identified the team would have a brain storming session and he was occasionally asked of his opinions.

The next day even before he could check the response time data he could sense his achievements from his mentor's voice. The stern voice would sound a little bit relaxed before it regained its usual alien tune. Although he was not very adept at handling emotions, still he sensed a current in his brain every time he heard that voice.In the nights when they finally left him alone he use to ponder about the worthiness of his existence.

The Master always said that he was unique and that history will remember The Master only because of his disciple. And he had inferred that his purpose was to keep the master and the team happy by reducing the response times.He worked harder on breaking the obstacles and the Master kept adding newer ones. This game continued for a long time till one night he became aware of the exact nature of the scheme. No matter how hard he breaks the obstacle the Master would raise the bars next time and shout at him.

Was there any other possibility? Was there any other way out this circular trap?

Then one day while they were discussing about how much further he should be able to bend his arms he spoke out.

"The solution to the problem lies in the design. The abilities within the framework on the human anatomy are limited by the factors of physics. We need to redesign the framework to break all the barriers. The present model doesn’t serve the purpose and need to be destroyed."


Before the team could apprehend the forthcoming events, the first self-learning android shut itself down beyond repair. The team never wanted to publicise the "cyber suicide" event. They erased all the existing records before it created the first android on a non-human anatomy framework and formulated the third law of robotics that prevented a robot from harming itself.

The only memorabilia that remained was one of his photographs with The Master with a caption "He was the First but not First enough"

Just before the onset of dusk the random shades of red, yellow and orange started intermingling in the horizon over the vast expanse of the sea. On the sandy shores Oneer was busy dragging the rope attached to his boat to park it for the night. It had been a very good day of fishing especially those giant sea basses really made his day. He was thinking how much money he can spend on tonight's drink after all the obligatory expenses that required immediate attention. But first he had to strike a good bargain with the cashier at the fish factory. That mean son of a bitch was always ready with a hundred odd reasons for paying less.

An hour and half later Oneer was smiling at his streak of good luck at the semi-crowded bar that stood at the end of the beach. The argument with the cashier had been shorter than his expectations and surprisingly the amount received was higher than the usual. With the money neatly tucked in his shirt pocket both the alcohol and the accompanying fried fish tasted better tonight. That hot bargirl had come and flirted with him more than the mandatory customer care rules laid by the owner of the watering hole. Without the need to get up early in the morning he thought of asking her to accompany him after her duty at the bar finishes.Together they might take a little trip on the midnight sea to watch those dolphins play amidst the dark waters.

The money in his possession and alcohol setting fire in his brain together infused a confidence in Oneer to ask her for the night stroll. The girl asked him to wait for her near the shores at midnight. She’d meet him once her duties are over. When Oneer left the bar she went inside the kitchen and told the cook that they got another sucker who wants to take on the bait.

Just before midnight a totally drunk Oneer was lying bruised and battered on the roads. After being robbed of all his fantasies and money he wouldn't be able to afford the vacation tomorrow. Knowing that he had to get up early next morning, he started dragging himself towards his home. He was laughing out loud at his destiny while tears were rolling down his cheeks.