Batata-wada

Peter was slouching on his desk resisting all attempts from Kromanyev.
Kromanyev:(Frustrated) We must evacuate right now
Peter:(Looking up from his desk) I am not leaving these children here to die, you know.
Kromanyev: But you must understand, by staying here you are only inviting danger to yourself
Peter: I dont care. I just can't leave them like this.
Sankar: Peter, I think he is right. We must leave, or else we will perish with these children
Peter: You too? Oh common... You have helped me in my research for so long, and yet you dont have any trust, any confidence in me? I always felt that you loved this work just as much as I do. How can you desert all this now.
Sankar: No Peter, I love my work as much as you, but frankly I dont think we can achieve anything in such a short duration. The cells will burst anytime now. And if even a single nuclei meets the air its going to wreck havoc. And you know that.
Kromanyev: And if you die then I am going to be held responsible for the security lapse. you must come with me right now.
Peter: Oh shut up shut up... Both of you, just thinking of your own selves. Look at these children. Can you sleep at night even if you stay alive. Wont these faces haunt you day and night. You go if you can stand it. I will not go without curing these children, you know.
Kromanyev: But doctor...
Peter: Just leave

(6 months ago)

Peter: Martha!! Martha!! Where are you?
Martha: In the kitched dear.
Peter: HE HE! Guess what! You are looking at the new head of research for National Food Foundation. Tang da-tang.
Martha: O My god!! You got a promotion. Mmmmmm. I love you.
Peter: Mmmmm. I love you too.
Martha: All your hard work finally paid off. So, where do we go for celebrations?
Peter: Oh well, Sankar and the whole bunch have made some arrangements for a party, you know. We have to be there at the Gala international by 8. So get ready.

(On the way to the hotel)
(Peter is humming...)
Martha: So are we still going to stay here in Rahili or move out?
Peter: Hey... The Food Foundation is here. How can we shift? In any case, dont you like it here? Such nice villages bordering this town, such nice people around this town, you know. What's bothering you here?
Martha: I know! But still this is not the best part of Cremnick. I want to see all the nice places of Cremnick. You know I have not been to so many places, and after marriage I have just stayed with you.
Peter: Yeah right. Dont start again. Tonight's the big night, you know. And what's there to see in Cremnick. Its a small provicial country. You have already seen the two biggest cities. There's no other bigger city than yout birthplace you know.
Martha: Hmmmm..
Peter: Oh ok... Cheer up... You know what. We will go on a vacation once my project is over.
Martha: Hmmmmm.... Hey, there's Geeta. Sankar and Geeta look happy. I adore these people.
Peter: So do I, you know.

(About 3 weeks later)
Sankar: Rachel, boss is calling you. Seems to be in a foul mood today.
Rachel: Why? What happened?
(Sankar gestures unawareness)

Peter: Why are these tests not completed? They were supposed to be completed last week.
Rachel: I... I... I was on leave.
Peter: What the hell for?
Rachel: I will complete them today. I am already halfway there.
Peter: Deadlines. Deadlines Rachel. Deadline. We need to meet those, you know. Please complete it ASAP and let me know the status. No going home without that.
Rachel: Right boss.
(Rachel leaving)
Peter: Oh and hey, am sorry for shouting at you.
Rachel: Not a problem.

(Outside)
Rachel: He kroma dear. How's you... mmm Those meaty shoulder's lloking extra meaty today. Did 100 extra push-ups eh (winking).
Kromanyev: (blushing) O common. Just do your work and let a honest man do his.
Rachel: C ya

Kromanyev: Boss, there's some press crew waiting outside. Would you like to see them?
Peter: Ask them to wait will you. Am just finishin' up.
(Kromanyev nods and leaves)

(after a few minutes.. outside the building)
Press Crew: So what is this project all about?
(shrill voice) What's the budget?
Peter: Hi!! Good morning. We at National Food Foundation are researching on a new way of modifying farm production. If you ladies and gentlemen are aware, all of us contain DNA's that give us our individual self in the living world. The deoxy-ribo-nucleic acids as these are called, are basically chains of protein molecules that define which hormones get secrete d more and how it affects our bodies. Same holds true for plants as well. If you look at this picture over here, the DNA is like a set of spirals interlinked.
(Shrill voice): Are these from twins??
Peter: Oh no no.. This is actually one set of DNA from one living being. These are not twins. Well, so as i was saying, these links are what interested us and we are trying to find a way to play around with these links and develop farm produc4e that is better tasting and faster yielding, so that the food shrtage is eliminated.
(Lady from press): What's the budget you are looking at?
Peter: Well this is all experimental stuff. And Govt has not yet declared any budgets. But we have got a sponsorship from a well know fast food giant to produce potatoes that are perfect in shape and size with as little variance as possible. Since its a privately funded project I can't really expose the budget.
Kromanyev: And that would be all for today. Thankyou gentlemen. Thankyou. No please, no more questions. The doctor has a lot of work.


The test had been successful and the first test crop on earth was sowed on 6th August 1978. Ofcourse there had been a simulated test in laboratory conditions, but this was different as it was open to environment and natural soils. Peter and his team had been monitoring the growth for the last couple of weeks.
On 23rd September, a group of young children had bunked school and while roaming around had gone near the potato fields. The potatoes had probably charmed them, and they had eaten a few after burning a fire. Peter's monitoring team had caught hold of them after seeing the fire. And while these children were still being chided for stealing, their hands and feet started trembling. The tremble was more than what could be caused by the chiding from the team. And that is when it was discovered that Peter had unleashed what was possibly the most dreadful viral attack. The potatoes although transformed in shape looked better but they had become unstable and had been attacked by a virus. This virus was fast replicating in the children.
On 24th September after a full night of testing and re-testing, Peter had found that the nuclei of all the muscle cells had the virus in them, and the increased replication activity and the heat it produced were going to burst the cells. The virus had become resistant to human immune system through these chain of events and was now fatal to any human being who would come in contact with the virus through air,water or any other means.

Sankar: Fine. I will stay with Peter. But I still can't figure out how or what we can do to save these children now.
(Kromanyev leaves despaired)
Peter: We need to revert the effects Sankar. Whatever we need to do to achieve this, we must do.
(Peter's Mobile rings)
Peter: Hello. No I can't come. No you must leave without me. Try and understand, I love you too, but thisi s my duty. These innocent children are my responsibilities. I have to stay. No. No. No Martha, you must leave. Don't you... What.. No... hello.. helloo... Oh God damn it. Okay, so first we get a list of all the changes we did in the potato and try and reverse it. Then we use the same methods and try and reverse the imapct of the kids. Right?
Sankar: Hmmm... Will it work? I mean wha about the acids, the high rpm's that are required for the spread. How are we going to achieve this with these children.
Peter: No we dont follow the exact same process, we will make another potatoe that will fight this virus.
Sankar: Huh... fight virus? how?
Peter: I dont know. We need to do it. Let's get down to work.

Kya kahein..Zamanaa kharab hai...

Behind the firewalls of my computer, there once lived a document whose life had seen a lot of time pass by. A lovely enthusiastic document it was, efervescing with energy, it always bubbled up on the list of my virus protector. Frankly, the virus protector is a misnomer. He is not the protector but the villain of our story. Weilding a sword that keeps updating itself with only God knows what powers, powers that are out of this world, the villain keep roaming on the streets of my computer looking out for the downtrodden. Our docuement and his friends and beloved remained in utter scare of this monster.

Although it was not like this always. It's not long, I remember seeing the document and his beloved dance to the tunes of keystrokes and sending musical notes to the listeners. They had the whole city to themselves and used to eat and dance and drink and dance and flirt and dance. Oh! it was so lovely looking at them. And I can never forget the day when they startedtheir family, their first child. It had a body lke the horse, so strong, and yet the sagacity of a wooden toy. No one could have fathomed its depth from the outside, but it had hidden inside itseld the talents that could blaze a city to its glory. They had named him Trojan... A dear Trojan it was, for it never left my side.

But then came this monster clad in the garbs of a protector. The fury in his eyes made my dear boy cringe in his bed. Mama and Papa could not together lessen his torment, for they themselves were unable to hide their fears. They tried to hide. Run.. And to keep their types alive they relicated as fast as they could, but the sword and the power were just too much. The baby Trojan was split in half and had no time to cry out. The document and his beloved were wiped out as effortlessly and cruelly as a frog catches its prey. Ohh... The empty streets of my computer stand alone. Lone survivors of the one-sided war.
Kya kahein... Zamaana kharab hai....

My Vacation!!

The advantages of traveling in a train over taking a flight are numerous. You get to wallow in the languid comfort curled up with a book as the scenic kaleidoscope passes you by. In those lazy hours you get to do a lot of people gazing. People boarding and alighting. Proud parents traveling to join their newly employed son, stationed in a city they are traveling for the first time to, perhaps. Patients, leisure travelers, routine travelers, people with hope gleaming from their eyes, people harried by the hardships of life, people longing to meet their loved ones, people who have seen their loved ones off on a long journey out of home. The bedlam, the whiffs of sweat, the smell of fresh paint on the platform walls concoct a heady brew that reminds you that you are finally free and on a journey that takes you back to life.

I dont think there is any body in this world who would not be happier if certain thinngs shape up in a better way than they are presently. And I guess there will be only rare few who are entirely happy with the state of affaires at hand.

But the muslim muftis have made a profession of whipping up each single inconvenience as huge injustice to the whole community and inseminate hatred by portraying smallest of issues as a instutionalized pogrom against the kaum.... Thats what I sensed when I travelled with this deoband mufti for 30 hours...

Indi Go

There are low cost air lines. And then there is Indigo. They make you clean your seat. That too they wake you up midway in the flight to clean up your seat.

Indigo.... Think twice before go...