Journey to the parallel world

Once upon a time, in a laboratory hidden deep within the misty mountains, there were a few scientists obsessed with pushing the boundaries of genetic engineering. They created dolphins with majestic wings, trees that could walk, giant rabbits, and tiny lions.

One day, while wandering through the jungle in search of new discoveries, the scientists stumbled upon a nest belonging to a sparrow. Among the eggs, one was just starting to crack open and out popped a tiny baby sparrow. Seeing an opportunity for another experiment, one of the scientists gently took the baby bird under his care.

Back in the laboratory, the scientists mixed together some special ingredients and tinkered with the sparrow’s DNA. Suddenly, the bird began to sparkle with magic! Its wings shimmered like gold, and it could zip through the sky faster than a bolt of lightning. The scientists named the bird Sparrow Flash.

To see what Sparrow Flash could do, the scientists attached a tiny camera to its back and set it free. To their surprise, as Sparrow Flash zoomed through the air, it created a swirling vortex—a wormhole! In the blink of an eye, Sparrow Flash disappeared into the wormhole, vanishing into another world.

In a blink, Sparrow Flash disappeared into the unknown, whisked away to a parallel world beyond imagination. There, amidst lush jungles and cascading waterfalls soared giant birds and playful monkeys with wings. To the scientists’ astonishment, they glimpsed creatures of pure beauty—angels!

Excited by this incredible discovery, one of the scientists decided to experiment on himself. With a mix of excitement and trepidation, he altered his own DNA, hoping to gain the power of super speed like Sparrow Flash. And it worked! The scientist could now move faster than ever before, creating a wormhole.

But when he zoomed through the wormhole, instead of finding himself in the angelic world, he landed in a jungle unlike any he had ever seen. Towering trees and different types and sizes of dinosaurs roamed the land. Could he survive in this Jurassic world?

Kingdom of angel

Far, far away, 3,500 light years from Earth, twinkles a star much older than the sun. It’s not just any star—this one is 10 percent bigger and 20 percent brighter! And guess what? Around this fantastic star, there’s a dazzling green planet with an enormous satellite that illuminated the night sky. But here’s the coolest part: it’s not just a planet; it’s a home to a world of enchanting creatures called “angels”!
Welcome to the kingdom of angels, where many tribes and races coexist harmoniously. These angels are divided into four splendid categories: some build their homes high in the branches of lofty trees, some find joy in the cool embrace of water, some dwell in cozy caves beneath majestic mountains, and there are those who soar above in a gigantic space-colony, believing it to be their version of heaven. What makes this realm extraordinary is that every angel, whether high-flying or cave-dwelling, is born with a magical power! So, imagine a world where every angel’s day is filled with wonder and enchantment, making their kingdom a truly magical place.
But, hold on! Amidst this land of enchantment, there exists a mysterious and forgettable race that no one even likes to talk about—the race of evil angels, living in the biggest satellite of the planet.

One Ordinary Banar Of Ramayana

In the quiet village of Vanaras, nestled amid the trees, there lived an ordinary Vanara soldier named Veer. His heart was heavy as he prepared to leave for the impending war, knowing the risks that lay ahead. Veer tenderly kissed his son’s cheek, his gaze lingering on his family before he embraced his wife tightly. The concern etched on his parents’ faces mirrored the fear within him.

Veer touched the feet of his elderly parents, seeking their blessings before starting on his journey. and as he turned to take one last look over his family and grinned. He was scared but he had to fight, to protect a girl’s dignity, to protect maa Sita, to help Lord Ram, to fulfill the promise made by his king Sugrib.

He was a companion with Lord Hanuman in the search of Maa Sita till the far end of the south, he was there when Lord Ram threatened the God of Ocean to give Path to Vanara sena, he was in the construction of the mighty Ramseetu, from assisting to lifting colossal rocks and placing them in the Ocean.

Today the air was tense, Veer stood before the invincible Rakshasa army of Ravana, and fear gripped his heart. The possibility of not returning home, of never witnessing another sunset, loomed large…yet it was an honor to stand shoulder to shoulder with Hanuman, Sugrib, lord Laxman, and lord Ram. He might not be alive to tell the story to his grandchildren, but the story must have been told for generations, and the battle would have never been forgotten. but a sudden cry of “Jay Sri Ram” pierced through the silence, his heart pounding with determination, along with Lord Hauman and Sugrib he chanted Jay Sriram as loud as he could, grabbed a branch of a tree to use it as a weapon and charged towards the army of Rakshasa.

The Little Lion Who Asked Why?

Once upon a time, in a big jungle, there was a little lion cub named Leo. Leo lived with his mom, dad, and some other lions. One day, while Leo was playing with his dad, he asked a question, “Dad, you’re not the biggest, fastest, or a good swimmer like a crocodile. You can’t even fly like an eagle. So, how did you become the king of the jungle?”

His dad smiled and said, “Great question, my boy! There are many reasons. First, I practiced hunting for five whole years to become really good at it. That’s one! Second, all that training made me feel confident and gave me the experience to handle any situation. That’s two! Third, I learned how to work with other lions in a group. Teamwork is important. That’s three! Fourth, I developed leadership qualities to guide and protect our jungle. That’s four! And fifth, look around you, Leo. I live with confident lions like me. We support each other, and that’s why I’m the king.”

Leo nodded, understanding that being the king was about learning, working together, and having good friends. And that’s how Leo’s dad became the king of their jungle. The end.

Father’s love

In the early autumn of 1990, as the gentle rhythm of raindrops played a soothing melody, a curious boy named Siva dashed out from the shelter of his home. Clutched tightly in his small hands was a meticulously crafted paper boat, ready to brave the rain-soaked streets. Unbeknownst to Siva, the heavens had opened up, transforming the world around him into a wet canvas.

However, his joyous escapade was abruptly interrupted when his father, a stern figure with a heart softened by paternal concern, discovered the soggy paper boat. With a furrowed brow, he stretched his ear in frustration, the raindrops accentuating the tension in the air. Siva, now dripping with rain, met his father’s gaze, and the atmosphere became heavy with disappointment. The boy, wounded by his father’s disapproval, retreated into a sullen silence.

In an attempt to bridge the emotional gap, Siva’s father reached into his pocket, producing a small chocolate bar wrapped in gold foil. The gesture was a peace offering, a sweet plea for understanding. However, the bitterness of the situation overwhelmed the sweetness of the chocolate, as Siva defiantly threw it away, an act of rebellion against a world that seemed unfair.

Fast forward 34 years, and the boy who once rebelled against a rain-soaked scolding had become a young man, navigating the complexities of parenthood. Siva, now a father himself, encountered a familiar scene. His own son, deeply engrossed in the captivating glow of a video game, oblivious to the importance of books and knowledge.

Unable to contain his concern, Siva, wearing the same furrowed expression he remembered from his own father, intervened. He swiftly snatched the video game console from his son’s hands and replaced it with a book, hoping to redirect the young mind towards the wonders of literature. The room echoed with the son’s sobs as he fled from the perceived injustice.

In that moment of parental struggle, Siva felt an unexpected touch—a cold finger on his shoulder. Turning around, he discovered the spectral presence of his own father, now an old man with a kind gaze that spoke volumes. Without uttering a word, Siva’s father handed him a familiar chocolate bar, a gesture of empathy and shared understanding.

Tears welled up in Siva’s eyes as the weight of decades of generational connection settled upon him. In a poignant embrace, he hugged his father and whispered a heartfelt apology. In this circle of time, three generations found themselves together on a bench, sharing a simple yet profound moment. The young boy, now a part of the legacy, eagerly unwrapped the chocolate and took a blissful bite.

It’s said that the depth of a father’s love is a mystery, a sentiment difficult to fathom. Yet, in this tableau of three generations, the message echoed loud and clear—a reminder that, for a father, his child is the entire world, a legacy bound by love, understanding, and a simple chocolate bar passed through time.

Brain Booster (A gift or a cruse)

In the year 2050, Rax found himself anxiously waiting on a deserted street in the vibrant heart of Delhi, the capital of the great nation of India. Unlike the cities of old, this metropolis never slept. Since 2035, a paradigm shift had occurred – companies, government offices, and malls had adapted to the escalating temperatures by opening at night and closing during the day.

For the first time in his life, Rax felt a nervous energy coursing through him. He was about to undertake something illegal: smuggling a Brain Booster. According to the law, an individual could use a brain booster only once in their lifetime. Rax had already experienced its effects but hungered for more, yearning for greatness.

The Brain Booster, an injection designed to stimulate brain cells and enhance memory capacity, promised not only heightened intelligence but the potential for extraordinary creativity, even the makings of a great scientist. However, its abuse came with a cost—neuropsychiatric consequences ranging from mood swings to serious mental health issues.

In this era, everyone had access to knowledge, courtesy of a nano-chip created by China that turned individuals into walking encyclopedias. Rax, equipped with such a chip, craved not just knowledge but the elusive spark of creativity that would elevate him to greatness. Unemployment rates soared, and in a fiercely competitive market, only innovation held value.

The cost of acquiring another brain booster illegally was astronomical, nearly a decade’s worth of savings. Rax, meticulous in his planning, orchestrated a diversion involving two unemployed men robbing a nearby mall. The police, diverted by this ruse, allowed Rax to swiftly obtain the coveted brain booster. Filled with pride, he injected the substance into his body.

Fast forward one year, and Rax’s parents found him deep within a jungle, lost in contemplation. Disheveled and unshaven, he seemed consumed by something beyond their understanding.

“Rax, my son,” said his mother, her voice filled with affection.

Rax opened his eyes, revealing a profound weariness. “What are you doing here?” inquired his father. “Why did you leave us? Why did you abandon your dream of becoming the greatest scientist in the world? What has happened to you?”

“Who am I?” Rax questioned, his gaze distant. “Am I Rax, Marvan, Sayam, Ashraf, Priyanka, or Angelina? I’ve had countless births, with myriad parents, spouses, and children. In my last birth, I was a doctor; before that, a writer, even a housewife, an actor, a soldier. I struggle to grasp who I truly am.”

His father, astonished, sought clarification. “What are you talking about?”

“Knowledge is a poison, Dad,” Rax replied solemnly. “I’ve witnessed my own deaths and yours hundreds of times. I can read minds, feel pain and suffering, foresee deadly world wars, earthquakes, and tsunamis on distant planets. I’ve witnessed mass extinctions and the rise and fall of civilizations. I know almost everything, present in every timeline.”

“Then share your knowledge with the world,” suggested his mother. “Become famous and rich.”

Rax’s expression darkened. “I’ve calculated every probability. If I share my knowledge, the world will spiral into war and destruction. So, for the betterment of mankind, I must remain silent. Allow me to spend my time searching for other possibilities. Please, leave me alone.”

And so, Rax, burdened by the weight of omniscience, continued his solitary quest for understanding in the unfathomable expanse of time.

My job life -1

Hay guys, I am Bibhuti, a son, a husband, a father, an ordinary man who doing job to survive.  But my job profile is not so ordinary, I work as a story writer in an animation farm, quite different job, isn’t it?

My office is almost 26 km from my house, bus take approximately 1 hour. In way I always watch some videos or sometime take a nap too.  My job is exciting, as I have to think stories, sometimes spoof, sometimes about ad or investor pitch, or some time story for kids. Quite fun.

Today my task is to write a concept about Business network, I write three concepts, but after discussing with sir, I find my stories are for grown up, not for professional. So, I change my story suitable for hard core business professional. Then the concept is approved. Now I have to write a complete story to make an animation video up to one minutes.  

Don’t Break my heart

Don’t break my heart,

Or I’ll become a wild cat,

hunt and killing will be my game

and Just for fun I’ll Kill anyone,

Embrace me in your arm,

Or wait to see destruction of this world.

Don’t leave me alone,

Or I’ll turn into fire,

without you

I’ll burn this whole world.

I am a man with power

don’t make me a monster

Or I’ll destroy everything

without even care.

I just want your love

don’t break my heart

don’t make me a devil of this world,

Or I’ll become a pain in ass.

Planet of Oceans

Thunder rolled all over the skies again and again, the wind blew furiously, it was summer but black clouds made the noon into the evening, rain drops were fat and pinched like needles, the rain was continuous, the water level increased a lot, while city looked like submersed inside water, Prime minister of India stood over the top floor of the building of PMO with the defense minister and army heads, wearing a raincoat, looked tense.

‘What’s the news, could you be able to connect with USA’s president,’ he asked.

‘Nope, don’t know the situation of America,’ gasped the defense minister. ‘Might be both America continentals sank in the ocean too.’

   Before two weeks an Asteroid, bigger than the size of Australia was coming towards earth at an enormous speed. Many scientists thought it was an unknown comet. Till the time Scientists could calculate the danger it was too late. It hit the atmosphere and turned into the fire as expected but it was not an ordinary asteroid. Its surface was solid but its inner core was made of ice, the surface burned after minutes and Ice converted to water and vapor, the collision site was the Indian Ocean, 11.7 earthquakes made Soil liquefaction, tsunami followed by the earthquake, clouds burst everywhere, the heavy rains continued, sea level would rise about 140 meters (460 feet), According to last information more than half of the population die within few hours. The ocean covered almost all the cities, and land shrink significantly.

‘Aircraft carrier is ready,’ said the army chief. ‘Within a few minutes this building will sink, we have to leave.’

‘How many Aircraft carriers do we still have?’ asked the prime minister.

‘Just three,’ replied the army chief gloomily.

‘How many people we saved?’ asked the prime minister, while going toward a fighter jet landing over the roof.

‘Just little over hundred thousand,’ said Home Minister, tears fell down from his eyes, mixed with rain. ‘I can’t even save my own daughter and wife.’

‘Neither have I save my wife,’ said a commando who opened the door of the fighter jet for the Prime minister. Without saying anything Prime-minister entered inside the fighter jet, the fighter jet rose above, Prime minister found muddy water everywhere, there was no sign of building or land, they flew up to an hour, then finally landed over an aircraft carrier, on lighting and rain he could see few aircraft carriers of different countries.       

     Now the earth is completely submerged inside Oceans, some called it now the planet of Oceans.

Layer of faces

Men with masks and women with faces

Don’t believe, don’t trust

Or your soul will crush

 you will be broken

And become a clown without even know…

The world is full of uncertainty

Friend becomes enemy

and enemy becomes friend with the situation

Who knows?

Trust someone but with a boundary,

Love someone but not blindly,

Make friends with evaluation,

In this selfish world

even parents are against you

if you don’t fulfill their exception.

No idea how many hidden layers of faces are there

To whom you love and trust…