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Chapter Seven: Team By Lines
Dressed in a
sleeveless green T-shirt and knee length black shorts, with her Nikon D800
dancing like a necklace, Jennifer looked like any other tourist in Mumbai.
Getting out of the rickshaw in front of the National Centre for Performing
Arts, the NCPA as it was popularly called, she smiled as the salty ocean breeze
played with the few of her curls that had come loose. She loved Mumbai!
The setting
sun coloured her dusky complexion with a tinge of gold. Her short curly hair
was pinned up in a high ponytail. In her left hand, she carried a small leather
bag. A tattoo of a scorpion stood in
stead of a bracelet on her right hand which was trying to put the errant curls
back in place. She had the typical carefree air of a seasoned traveler.
Once inside,
she handed over her member pass and the invitation to the conference to the
burly guard stationed in the foyer. The famed double-leveled foyer of the Jamshed Baba theatre looked magnificent with its historic marble staircase. A registration
counter gave her guidelines to the conference and requested her to handover the
camera and bag at the counter. Later, they
gave her a medieval princess mask, which she had to wear throughout the duration
of the conference. Another masked volunteer guided her to her seat. Being a
regular at the conferences of FOTA , she was used to this mask ritual. The
members preferred anonymity.
The
conference that was about to begin was a highly confidential one. If the rumors
were to be believed, the speaker was one among the top ranked and most
respected members of the FOTA. The theatre was filled to its capacity. A masked
speaker appeared before the giant screen, and the screen flickered on with the
welcoming message.
“Welcome to
all Friends Of The Aliens,” read the message.
“Good Evening
dear members of the FOTA… For those of you who are attending it for the first
time, a warm welcome. Those of you who are returning after a while, welcome
back,” said the Speaker and the auditorium resonated with applause from the
audience.
The speaker
had an unusual aura unlike the regular speakers and the audience hung on to
every word that he spoke.
It was while
in college that she had first heard of the FOTA. Her obsession with aliens had
begun after she had read a small storybook in school. She didn’t even remember
its title but the story had got etched in her heart. The story was that of a powerful,
warm-hearted alien who had come to the rescue of a small girl. She and her
neighbor Shekhar would spend hours on their terrace scouring the night sky with
their toy telescope looking for aliens. Even after she moved to Kochi, their
common craze for aliens and FOTA was the bond that kept them close.
Jennifer had
managed to crack a puzzle called the ‘FOTA- Code- Hunt’ that enabled her to
attend these elite conferences held by FOTA. It would be an all expense paid
trip and the attendees flew in from faraway places. Scientists and students
from all over the world coveted the data supplied at these conferences. But as
always, no one leaked the data, it was like an unspoken oath.
Jennifer felt guilty; she had broken the oath many
times, as she couldn’t resist sharing the information with Shekhar who was still an ordinary member. Happiness
of sharing things with someone who understood your madness was something
incomparable.
An applause
that brought a pause in the speech ended Jennifer’s wool gathering.
“Since
centuries we had proof before our eyes. A series of ancient designs stretching
more than 50 miles called the Nazka lines etched into a high plateau in Peru’s
Nazca Desert, has baffled archaeologists for decades. Our epics the Ramayana
and Mahabharata written more than two millinia ago, spoke of the Vimanas which
could travel from earth to sky, planet to planet or from universe to universe. The
Moai of Easter Island, the
887 giant human figures with enormous heads that guard the coastlines of the
Polynesian island of Easter
Island are 500 years old, 13 feet high and weighs 14 tons on average. How could
human beings without any sophisticated machinery transport and erect these
giant structures? The statistics doesn’t end there. Look around and you will
find a million of examples that proclaim that we are not alone in this universe.
Extra terrestrials exist. Period,” the Speaker paused and the auditorium buzzed
with cheers.
The brief
introduction to the conference was followed with reports on various planets
which supported life. After it ended, the question-answer session began.
Any one could ask questions.
The first
person selected to ask the question stood up.
“Sir, I am a
newbie FOTA member. Can you brief me about the different classification of
Aliens?”
“The Aliens
have been roughly classified into three categories by eminent scientist Robert
M Stone according to their behavior during their visits to earth. The Gray
Aliens, who wish to gain control over the earth and earthlings, the
Peacekeepers who keep act as the guardians of earth and the visitor aliens. The
bad guys, the little gray aliens, are the ones you always hear about in most
presentations. They abduct and exploit humans. The good guys, called the
Peacekeepers, are ones you rarely hear about, perhaps because they look human
rather than humanoid, thus, not visually exciting. Also contact with them is
more difficult to remember and the memories are more difficult to retrieve. The
tourist Aliens passes by the earth from time to time and sometimes picks up a
human for study. However, it is nothing more than curiosity and they are aware
of the planetary rules; humans are returned unharmed. With some of the human
looking alien civilizations, one could be sitting next to you right at this
moment and you wouldn't know they were an extra-terrestrial,” said the speaker
and Jennifer heard many in the audience whistle.
The next
question was about what attracted the gray aliens to earth.
“The earth
is considered as a gem among the planets of the universe. The blue gem. The
oceans conceal one the most coveted metals that the gray aliens seek. The
Gelladium, which would help them prepare a potion like the famed elixir that
would increase their life span. The average life span of a gray alien is
1200-2000 earth years whereas for the peacekeepers it is more than 10,000 earth
years. In order to prepare the earthlings to survive the attacks of the gray
aliens, peacekeepers have been interbreeding with the humans to produce a new
line of powerful beings. You can find them referred to in the scriptures as the
yogis and saints who could do miracles.”
“Sir, but do
these powerful beings exist still on earth?”
“Yes, many. Nevertheless,
most of them have forgotten their powers and are surviving like mere humans.
Over the years, their powers have deteriorated as they have inter-bred with
humans and half the earth’s population are now the progeny of those early
peacekeepers.”
“Sir, then
why are humans beings still having a few decades of lifespan?”
“It is the
conditioning that has been happening since the dawn of civilization. Man forgot
his power and has become a slave to his emotions. The negative emotions rule
and the positive are trashed which make them vulnerable to quick demise. Only
when he learns to use the power of his ego will man survive the wind of time.
And we need to trash the technologies and return to our roots. We are capable
of telepathy and even intra-galaxy travel using just the power of our mind. We
need to develop that because the time is crucial.”
“Sir, why do
you say that the time is crucial?” asked Jennifer, as it was her turn.
“The only
thing that harms the gray aliens from entering the earth’s atmosphere is its
thick ozone layer. If they encounter the layer, they die. Their vehicles are
damaged heavily and they cannot transport anything substantial back to their
home, the Pandorus in the Sirius Galaxy. But now the Ozone layer is being
depleted rapidly and the gray aliens are helping the humans develop machines
that will deplete the layer further. Check the major UFO sighting years in
history and you will find an invention in the same year that changed the way
humans have lived. Be it the Jet Engines, the optical fiber, the Arpanet or the
Large Haldron collider, we have corresponding UFO sightings to match. The gray
aliens are plotting the downfall of humans and they are not aware,” the speaker
paused and a fog of uncertainty and dread hung in the auditorium.
“Is there no
way out?”
“Yes, we
have to revive the latent power hidden in each one of us. And yes, the
peacekeepers are always there for you,” said the speaker.
“How do we
believe you? What is the proof that peacekeepers are present on earth?” asked a
skeptic newbie.
“Because… I
am one of them,” said the masked Speaker and an eerie silence greeted his declaration.
As though to
prove his point, the speaker raised his hands and drew an arc above his head,
and then moved them in a circular motion forward as though drawing curtains
close. A turquoise blue glass like dome appeared around him. With the sound
that could be likened to the sound of a splash; the dome took off at a speed
never seen by human eyes. It disappeared in the horizon after moving out through the
closed windows without any apparent damage to the glass panels.
Jennifer
gasped and she heard screams of disbelief and fear echoing in the auditorium.
Sounds of hurrying feet followed as people scampered out of the crowded
auditorium like a pack of scared lambs.
