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Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Aliens are the new Craze!



Team By Lines


Grand Finale!
Have you ever done something impulsively and then realized that it was the best thing that you ever did?

Have you ever dismissed a line of thought as baseless and then when fate threw a chance, was forced to study in depth about it?

Both of the above things happened to me in the last month.

When Blogadda announced the Game of Blogs, where ten bloggers together as a team would co-author a story, which was to be judged by some of the best selling Indian authors, I joined it impulsively. I didn’t think how it will work out or how ten different people with diverse thought patterns would write a story.

Blogadda gave me a team and the only person I knew among the ten, was our point of contact or team leader, Anmol Rawat. I had visited his popular blog a few times. I knew none of the other members, nor was I familiar with their writing.
Blogadda gave us characters and we had to weave a story using them.

It appeared initially as though we would be disqualified even before we began. There were issues naming the team, as to who will form the whatsapp group and also about the story genre. Two inactive bloggers who were part of our team didn’t respond, and we were given two others as replacement. Then another team member dropped out owing to his busy schedule and we got another replacement. One of the ten- Sohail, didn’t respond till the end. Another one Niranjan, failed to join in any of the discussions or volunteer to write anything though he had joined our whatsapp group. So in effect, we were just eight members in team By lines.


Our point of contact, Anmol suggested that, we should think out of the box regarding the story line because most of the other teams were writing murder mysteries. I suggested that we write a science fiction thriller, an Alien Story. Even after I explained what I had in mind, no one had a clear idea as to how to go about it. Anmol had written a sample chapter and I modified it to incorporate the alien part. After reading it, majority agreed.  Soumyaa, our own law student wrote an overview about our story, which immediately turned all the skeptics into believers. Thus began our love affair with aliens.
I never believed in Aliens, always dismissed them as the over active imagination of some creative minds. But because of the story line that we selected, and also because I was the one who suggested it, I was given charge of doing research about aliens and what way we would progress our story. 

There was no definite story line during the first week. One by one, the team members wrote and the story moved ahead little by little. And then, I saw a youtube video by Michael tellinger about ancient Aliens who lived on Earth, the Anunnakis.  The main villains had entered our story as though fate had guided them to us.

Our hero was a peacekeeper Alien, whose humanoid clan was in charge of protecting Earth and the living beings on Earth. The Anunnakis or the gray aliens, who were forced to leave earth during ancient times, were the power hungry aliens who were targeting earth again. Our hero Cyrus was in search of his second in charge, Clariota, the second most powerful peacekeeper, in order to face the army of gray aliens who were about to attack earth.

Our story became our passion, the Aliens , the new craze.

Blogadda too threw googlies in the form of twists every week. After the end of the first week, our team rank was three but position was five in a total of thirty teams. By second week, we had climbed up the ladder and reached the second position with a second rank. As though the aliens were pulling the strings, both of the twists given by blogadda gave us dramatic entries and avenues to progress our story.

As head of the research wing for our team and the one who had to edit the story to synchronize with other chapters, I read hundreds of web pages and watched many youtube videos. And our story took wings of its own with each post. 

Each member wrote something that would guide us forward.

Soumyaa researched about Kundalini meditation, which had a supposedly alien origin. Tina was drowning in information about gadgets people have invented to detect the presence of Aliens. Anmol was constantly sharpening his axe to use on the many number of posts written by his teammates. And he was our Nicholas Sparks who wrote many romantic interludes to keep the interest of the readers.

Ashutosh, Paresh, Ramanathan and Prerna gave us many twists with their intuitive writing. Every night, near midnight, our whatsapp group would be hyperactive active to meet the midnight deadline for the day, imposed by Blogadda. There were near misses and hits. We would celebrate each post with cheers and laughs.

There were many spooky things happening as well that made us blame the invisible aliens as the trouble makers. My faithful phone crashed and its software had to be re-installed. My laptop acted weird at times and a 500+ word chapter went missing from my laptop. My team members said I was using the age-old excuse and it won’t work. But it was the truth! I had to start from scratch again. 

On the day of the grand finale, my WiFi became dead. The last two chapters were with me, and I had to submit it to the other team members for further editing and posting. My kind neighbours gave me their password and we were rescued again.



In the mean time, after first week, Ramanathan became busy with some personal issues and hence  was not able to contribute. But Blogadda offered a solution. Three members could post twice. That would give us the necessary ten posts a week.
Many other minor issues were all managed effectively by co-operating with the super eight. After the first week where there were issues, ‘One for all and all for One,’ became our slogan. Tina was travelling on work, Soumya left to attend a national meet, Anmol Rawat had exams coming up. Nothing mattered.

 Ashutosh, Paresh and Prerna chipped in with jokes, motivation and posts. And we became possessive about our Aliens.

We had created a Secret Group in Whatsapp as well, (which has remained secret till now) where four of the team, the editorial and research wing (Tina, Anmol, Soumya and Me) brainstormed. This was the best thing that came out of the Game of Blogs. We bonded over deadlines, writers blocks; wrote, edited over thirty thousand words over a period of three hectic weeks and became very good friends.

My belief in positivity has strengthened now after the Game of Blogs. I was entered into a random group, but each of the team members I came to know was a gem of a person. I adore every one of them. Read more about them here in Tina’s post.


Out of the eight, three of us- Me, Tina and Soumyaa are crazy about Hrithik. Three other members Anmol, Prerna and Paresh are mad fans of Deepika Padukone. Prerna has been acknowledged by Deepika Padukone herself as her biggest fan and have even walked the ramp with Deepika during filmfare awards.  Therefore, the boys keep buttering Prerna to get Deepika for a dinner date. Especially Anmol!

Ashutosh wavers between Emma Watson and Sonam Kapoor.


So there were heated filmy talks and debates as to who will star in the movie based on our novella. We were such mad people. We think far ahead. Always. After all, Aliens are our muse. We are miles ahead in vision and creativity.

If given a chance, I would work with these great people any time. They have bestowed a new name on me as well. 
Naming ceremony!

The Great Master, after the character of The Great Master (the Guru of all peacekeeper aliens) I created for our story!

Crazy with hours of research, I even spotted a colourful UFO in the sky last week while watching the late evening sky. Twice- not once!

May be my muse had come to pay a surprise visit!







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Friday, October 10, 2014

Chapter 27 ;Team By Lines :Game of Blogs


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 CHAPTER 27

When Shekhar opened his email inbox, there were two new emails sent by Jennifer. She had moved to a nearby hotel after Tara had left the Dutta Mansion. He opened the first mail and found several photo attachments in it. The photographs were the ones taken by Jennifer while Cyrus was carrying out Tara’s awakening. The photos were magical, Jennifer had managed to capture the transformation of Tara into Clariota with great skill. His eyes gleamed with greed, teeming with the possibilities that lay ahead of him and the possible commercial value of the photos.


The second mail by Jennifer contained a text attachment. It had a few thousand-email ids - the second phase of their plan. Shekhar wanted to mail his revelation piece to as many people as possible before Cyrus destroyed it. He was only a few hours away from glorious fame and recognition throughout the world. The world would read his work with the supporting proof.


His fingers flew on the keyboard and the story started to build on the screen of his laptop. He began with his life with Tara and then progressed to the incidents of the past few days. He poured his heart out into words. It was not fiction, it was not a sci-fi story and it wasn’t even an account of an alien fanatic. It was his truth and his personal story. He was voicing out all his frustration and ire through his words. The content reeked of his exasperation towards the events that had taken a toll on his life.


The whole day passed and he had not cared enough to drink even a sip of water. His eyes were weary and burning. But he needed to complete it and send to the world. Amidst all this, his phone had rung thrice but he had not bothered to look at the screen to find out who was calling. He was so immersed in his world that he had even forgotten about Roohi and the fact that he had not picked her up from the school that day.


The world outside had become dark when he finished writing.


Without wasting another second, he composed a new mail and attached the story, which now contained some ten thousand words. Once he was done, he attached a few images to support the data in the story. After checking whether everything was fine, he added all those thousand ids and clicked on the send button. He knew the mail was soon going to go viral online.


He jumped high with a sinister laughter rejoicing his achievement. He picked up his phone and dialed Jennifer’s number. He could not wait to tell her the good news.

“Hello,” Jennifer answered.

Shekhar didn’t answer as his attention was caught by something that had appeared on his computer screen.

The screen displayed a failure message. The mail was not sent. It asked him to check his internet connection. He tried refreshing the page but it resulted in the same - ‘No network.’

The next moment, a pop up window appeared on the screen with a message in bold letters.

“I WARNED YOU TO STAY AWAY.’

Before he could even react to the message, his laptop sparked and went dead.

“Paa….What are you doing? I would never have expected this from you!” It was Roohi. She had arrived on her own from school. She had even changed out of her school clothes.

“What did I do now? I was so engrossed in my work and forgot to pick you up from school. I am sorry. You have come on your own before also,” said Shekhar, trying hard to act normal. Every cell in his body was screaming at the failure of his best-laid plans.

“Paa, you know I am not talking about that. How can you do that to Mom? Don’t lie to me, I can read your thoughts,” said Roohi, glaring at Shekahr and he stepped back in fear.
“But Roohi, how… I mean how do you know?” asked Shekhar. Even before Roohi answered, Shekhar realized how. Roohi was Tara’s daughter and Tara was a powerful Peacekeeper Alien. Roohi would have inherited her powers.

“Yes, exactly. You are correct. I have inherited my powers from my mother. More than anything she needs me now. I am sure of that. I sense an impending doom. Cyrus and mom needs me. I need your help to reach them. I had seen you following mom the other day. Please..please, take me to them,” pleaded Roohi.

“NO…I have already lost my wife to some hare-brained scheme of some weird people. I am not going to lose my daughter now,” shouted Shekhar.

“We have no other option Shekhar. Listen to Roohi. She is not the little girl anymore. And I have heard what exactly is going to happen. Tara and Cyrus need our support,” said Aryan coming into the room. His unshaved and unkempt appearance emphasized the seriousness of the occasion.
“Yes Paa… it is for mother earth. And this is our last chance,” said Roohi, there were tears in her eyes.

Shekhar couldn’t protest anymore because Jennifer entered the room then in support of Roohi. Roohi had not left any stone un-turned in her quest to help her mother.


*****
The Grand Master was moving around making the final arrangements. Cyrus went near him and briefed him on their progress so far. At three major points across the world, they had chosen towers to extract the physio - electricity generated by the earth. The production of Galladium from the gold they had accumulated with the help of various world governments was progressing at a smooth pace. At a few places, they were also extracting it from the ocean.
The amount of Galladium that the Great Master had asked them to had left him confused.

The army of the awakened Peacekeepers was a billion in number and was positioned in the eight cardinal points as instructed by the Great Master. They had used just a handful of Galladium to awaken the whole army. Why did they require such vast amounts?  Reading his mind, the Great Master answered.

“Do you know what the Anunnakis did to fend off the attack of a powerful reptilian- alien army which attacked earth during their reign here? They created a protective shield using Galladium around the earth. Galladium shield is capable of disrupting the control mechanisms of any spaceship. It creates havoc in their system controls. We are going to use exactly this same technique against the gray aliens. They would never anticipate that the earthlings are capable for such an endeavor. Our presence is a mystery to them. They do not perceive us as Peacekeepers. They don’t know what we are or how many of us inhabit the earth. They have come to know of Haides and through him, you. The rest of us are hidden from their perception. We have a huge advantage over them.”

“But Great Master, how can we accomplish creating such a shield?” asked Cyrus.
“We will use the power of sound to levitate the Galladium in the exact same way that the Anunnakis did during their times. Our scientists have given us detailed sketches of how to use the universal sound of OM to levitate it towards the outer space, by deciphering the Sumerian Texts. The armies of peacekeepers have to use the special prayer stones and cone shaped tools we have gathered from across the world, together with their powerful chants, to keep the Galladium rising up. The formation of the shield has to be accomplished by us four – Haides, Clariota, You and Me. Our mind power projected onto it will ensure that the shield is strong enough to stand for centuries to come,” said the Great Master.

“But Great Master, how much time will it take? We have hardly twenty four hours left before the first batch of gray aliens would arrive at their base point on the moon,” said Cyrus.

“The Anunnakis had created the shield within a month. They had done it quadrant by quadrant of the earth.  We do not have the luxury of time. All we have are four powerful peacekeepers and a million newbie peacekeepers. But we have the advantage of Galladium which will continue to keep our energy strong,” said the Great Master.

After bowing low to the Great Master, Cyrus left. The Great Master sighed. He hadn’t revealed the complication in the plan to Cyrus.

After all, it affected just him. Hadn’t he lived long? He had come to live on earth only a few thousand years after his home planet had disintegrated into pieces. But he loved Earth almost as much as he had loved Phaester Osiris. Compared to Cyrus and Tara, he was a veteran. He was more than seven thousand years old. But he was still in his prime because Peacekeepers had a normal lifespan of 10,000 plus earth years.

The formation of the shield was going to require him, the central key to the process, to be connected with its energy shell. The formation of the energy shell of Galladium was going to weaken him over time. He knew the weakening could become fatal. Cyrus, Haides and Tara had to contribute just one fourth of the binding energy together.  He had created the algorithm that way to keep them safe from the energy leaching that would occur during the strengthening of the shield in the last stage.
Outside, Cyrus hurried to be near Clariota who was instructing the peacekeepers gathered outside their camp. Her eyes had regained its sapphire blue colour, his favorite colour in the whole world. He could read her thoughts now. And he remembered the good times and the bad times they had together faced.

He had tried to hide from everyone how much he loved Clariota. Only the Great Master knew. He had hurt her when he had proclaimed that Clariota was just one of his students. No, she had never been that. He had loved her from the moment he had first seen her. He had fallen in love with her laughter, her eyes and her courage. When she had bared her feelings to him, he had hurt her feelings and insulted her. Just to keep her safe- her safety had always been his first priority. Being the Master of the Peacekeepers, he lived on the edge of peril.

Saddened because of her unrequited love, Clariota had decided to take on the earth mission. Once on earth she had gone missing. She had created a shield to forget all memories of her life as a peacekeeper to come in to terms with her unrequited love. And then in her earthly avatar as Tara, she had fallen in love with Shekhar. It had taken him five long years to trace Clariota after she had transformed herself into Tara.

A few feet ahead of him, Clariota stilled, hearing Omega aka Cyrus’s thoughts. After her re-awakening, her powers had become stronger and she could read Omega’s mind clearly. A familiar warmth spread through her and her heart thudded fiercely. What she had felt for Omega was almost a thousand times more than what she had ever felt for Shekhar. And those memories of her love for Omega had returned with full force. Her earth memories had suddenly become dull.
She turned back and faced Omega. Her eyes twinkled. Omega aka Cyrus recognized that the twinkle did not belong to Tara. The woman standing before him was entirely Clariota- his Clariota!

No matter how far you have gone on a wrong road, turn back. I knew always that you were trying to protect me. My instincts were never wrong,” said Clariota, her face lit up with a lovely smile.

“I am happy you could read my thoughts. I feel guilt free at last. Yes, Clariota- every single thought you read were true. I always loved you. But we are still not free, we are still bound by chains. We have our mission, which requires our full effort. And of course, your earthly connections still hold you in chains,” said Omega.

Clariota, nodded. Holding Omega’s hands, she walked away from the throng of peacekeepers. They talked for hours via thoughts even as they continued instructing the peacekeepers in the preparation of the creation of the shield. At the end of those long and happy hours, perhaps the last carefree hours that they might ever have, they had ceased to become Cyrus and Tara. They were now Omega and Clariota- A pair of lovers whose heart beat like a single unit, their mission was common, their goal the same. With every passing second, they fell a little more in love.

When moon rays caressed Clariota’s cheeks, Omega pulled her into his arms. Clariota smiled, her most cherished dream had come true.

I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be. To sink and die in your arms is my only wish,” said Clariota and Omega gathered her in a tight hug.

Far away in the horizon, the moon was shining bright. An unusual red spot was visible right near the centre of the largest crater on the moon. The first batch of the suicide gang of Gray aliens had arrived at their moon station.


 “Me and my team are participating in ‘Game Of Blogs’ at BlogAdda.com. #CelebrateBlogging with us.”


Read the final Chapter 28 HERE




Friday, September 26, 2014

Blog Adda Game of Blogs: Team By Lines: Chapter 17




Chapter 17


Aryan switched on a light in his lab and the paraphernalia in front of them surprised Jennifer and Shekhar.  Many sophisticated and modern looking gadgets lay spread out on the various counters and tripods.

“This is the EMF meter. It measure fluctuations in electromagnet fields and is useful in detecting and documenting the presence or traces of extraterrestrial objects or communication. And this one is the UFO and Alien Motion Detection and Mapping Laser System. We can measure the physical aspects of a presence or any anomaly that passes in front of it within a range of 500 meters,” said Aryan, touching two of the instruments that came in their path first.

Shekhar and Jennifer watched Aryan coming alive with excitement as he introduced them to the various instruments in his laboratory. He had become excited like a kid visiting a candy store for the first time. He was animatedly talking about all of his gadgets.

“And this one is the best among them all. This machine can detect alien DNA. It has the DNA’s of all the creatures so far detected on the earth and the instant the DNA of an unknown species gets in touch with its sensor, it starts giving out beeps. I am afraid that it was damaged while transporting here. On the day I settled into this house, while reassembling it, it started beeping. It kind of spooked me out. I had just returned after meeting all the neighbours then. And I am sure, none of them were aliens to leave a DNA trace on me,” said Aryan, with a smug smile.

“You are lucky none of the other machines were damaged,” said Jennifer.

“I am not so sure. You don’t come across aliens in any neighborhood, do we? But now that I remember, my Alien Motion Detection and Mapping Laser System had also given out some strange signals. It had begun tracing the shape of something yesterday and afraid that it was also begin to malfunction,” said Aryan.

“Trace, you mean this machine can plot an extra terrestrial if it comes within its range?” asked Shekhar bursting with excitement.

“Yes, It has a laser grid system, which can tell us speed, dimensions and even help us make a 3D model of the anomaly. But the machine was surely malfunctioning yesterday, because it was tracing the shape of a human being. I got so disgusted and turned it off mid-way,” said Aryan.

“What if the machine was not malfunctioning? It could have been an alien in the guise of a human. Trust me, the alien I saw at the FOTA conference looked and sounded exactly like a human,” said Jennifer.

“You mean… I don’t understand. But..,” said Aryan, stupefied by the revelation by Jennifer.

“Is there a way, we can access the data that was recorded yesterday. I mean the recorded data that began plotting the alien on the grid?”asked Jennifer, her mind working furiously to decipher what all of that would mean.

“Yes. The data recorded can be accessed anytime to re-plot the earlier findings,” said Aryan.

“Can you do it now? I have a doubt?” said Jennifer.

Nodding, Aryan went towards the machine, signed in with a password and accesed the recorded data. He switched off all lights and then pressed the start button on the plotter. A 3-D laser grid turned on in the darkness and with tiny beeps the machine started plotting a 3-D human shape.

Two of them gasped when the final output, which gave a skin finish to the plotting, appeared in the grid. 

The third screamed.















Me and my team are participating in ‘Game Of Blogs’ at BlogAdda.com. #CelebrateBlogging with us.”

Monday, September 22, 2014

Blogadda Game of Blogs:Team By Lines- Chapter 10



Read the earlier chapters by clicking the links. CHAPTER I CHAPTER II CHAPTER III CHAPTER IV  CHAPTER V CHAPTER VI CHAPTER VII CHAPTER VIII CHAPTER IX

CHAPTER X

Tara sat on the living room sofa, flipping through a magazine. She was not reading a single line as her eyes were fixed on the closed study room door. She liked Jennifer, but her possessive heart was stirring up the green monster of jealousy. An hour had passed since Jennifer and Shekhar had gone into the study. Roohi had slept after a merry story time with Cyrus. Cyrus too had retired to his room. Tara eyed the door again and let out an involuntary sigh.

What was it that they had to discuss under closed doors?

Just for a minute, she thought about eavesdropping at the door. But she loathed treachery.  She took a deep breath and tried to calm down her wandering thoughts. Jennifer was still unmarried, but she had never felt anything romantic between them. Jennifer had been distracted at the dining table and she was staring at Shekhar a lot. The moment she had left them in the garden to check on Roohi, they had escaped to the study. Whatever existed between them must be purely platonic. Her Shekhar was a devoted and faithful lover. Wasn’t he?

“Tara, Can I speak to you for a moment?”

Tara turned hearing the question and found Cyrus standing near the door of the guest bedroom.

“Of course, come here Cyrus, take a seat,” said Tara, relieved that she got a reason to distract her devious thoughts.

Cyrus sat on a chair next to the sofa and sat staring at the floor. It was as though he was lost in thoughts or as though not able to decide where to begin.

“Cyrus…What is it? What do you want to tell me?” asked Tara with a smile, after minutes ticked by and Cyrus failed to utter a word.

Cyrus looked at her then and the pain reflected on his face surprised her.

“What happened Cyrus? What is it? Tell me,” asked Tara, her eyes wide with concern.

“You don’t remember anything? You don’t remember me?” asked Cyrus and Tara sat stunned.

Until the moment, their family friend Aditya had requested her to allow his student to stay for a few days at her house, she hadn’t even known about Cyrus. But she had to admit, he seemed familiar. Yet she was clueless as to how or where she had met him. She had stirred her cauldron of memories, but had been unable to remember anything. There was a strong pull she felt whenever she looked at Cyrus. As though, there existed an invisible thread that bound them. As though that thread might break any moment because she was striving hard to get away.

As if her silence disturbed him, Cyrus shook his head and then hunkered down onto the carpet near her.

“Tara, Remember… Try to remember. You have forgotten all your promises, all your vows. How can you do this to me… to us?” asked Cyrus, grabbing both of Tara’s hands.

Tara stood up freeing her hands and glared at Cyrus.

“Get up this moment. What is this nonsense? And what do you mean I have forgotten my promises? I don’t even know you?” hissed Tara.

“Tara..Tara… Relax. Let me help you remember,” said Cyrus and took hold of her hands again.

“Try now Tara. Look into my eyes. Don’t you remember anything?” asked Cyrus, removing his glasses.

Tara looked into Cyrus’s eyes and in the depths of his gray-green eyes; a million memories began to wake up. Caught in the web of those memories she didn’t notice that she had moved nearer to Cyrus and that he had taken her in his arms.

“What the hell is happening here? What is the meaning of all this?” screamed Shekhar, who had just come out of the study along with Jennifer. Tara and Cyrus flew apart. Tara had a dazed look and Cyrus looked impassive.
“Shekhar, cool down. You are over reacting. Tara will explain,” said Jennifer, holding onto Shekhar’s arm. Jennifer feared that he might launch himself at Cyrus.

“What do you mean she will explain? This bastard, we gave him a place under our roof, considered him like a brother and this is what he gifts us back. You scoundrel, I’ll kill you,” hollered Shekhar. Tara’s silence and Cyrus’s wooden looks was infuriating him further.

“Mr. Shekhar, you are misunderstanding me. I didn’t do anything wrong. Your wife and I have a few old scores to settle. You can ask her. And I don’t wish to stay here anymore. The purpose of my visit is fulfilled. Tara… Remember!” said Cyrus and stormed out of the room, leaving Shekhar and Jennifer staring at Tara with their eyes wide open and mouths open in the shape of an O.

Within moments, Cyrus came out from the guest bedroom carrying his suitcase and laptop bag. He gave one last look at Tara who had become as pale like a ghost.

The door closed behind Cyrus with a loud thud and startled Shekhar and Jennifer out of their trance. Unable to digest what had happened, Shekhar floundered towards Tara.

Tara’s eyes flitted between the closed door and Shekhar frantically. Then she swooned and fell in a heap onto the floor.


Read: Chapter XI here






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Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Team By Lines Chapter Seven



Blogadda Game of Blogs 

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.



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