1ST JAN 2017 : THE FIRST STEP TO START AGAIN!

In a forest, a pregnant deer is about to give birth.
She finds a remote grass field near a strong-flowing river.
This seems a safe place.
Suddenly labor pains begin.
At the same moment, dark clouds gather around above & lightning starts a forest fire.
She looks to her left & sees a hunter with his bow extended pointing at her.
To her right, she spots a hungry lion approaching her.
What can the pregnant deer do?
She is in labor!
What will happen?
Will the deer survive?
Will she give birth to a fawn?
Will the fawn survive?
Or will everything be burnt by the forest fire?
Will she perish to the hunters’ arrow?
Will she die a horrible death at the hands of the hungry lion approaching her?
She is constrained by the fire on the one side & the flowing river on the other & boxed in by her natural predators.
What does she do?
She focuses on giving birth to a new life.
The sequence of events that follows are:
- Lightning strikes & blinds the hunter.
- He releases the arrow which zips past the deer & strikes the hungry lion.
- It starts to rain heavily, & the forest fire is slowly doused by the rain.
- The deer gives birth to a healthy fawn.
In our life too, there are moments of choice when we are confronted on αll sides with negative thoughts and possibilities.
Some thoughts are so powerful that they overcome us & overwhelm us.
Maybe we can learn from the deer.
The priority of the deer, in that given moment, was simply to give birth to a baby.
The rest was not in her hands & any action or reaction that changed her focus would have likely resulted in death or disaster.
Ask yourself,
Where is your focus?
Where is your faith and hope?
In the midst of any storm, do keep faith on the Creator always. He will never ever disappoint you. NEVER.
Remember, He neither slumbers nor sleeps…
One of the best I have read….
...Thoughts to Contemplate - Reflect - Discover - Explore - Inspire & Enrich Yourself.

SOURCE : a story i came across facebook using my dad's profile..kiran ahuja


THIS NEW YEAR....DONT BE THE SAME ...BE BETTER
KEEP SMILING AND KEEP GROWING PEACEFULLY🌼

"BABY ARE U JEALOUS?"

I have never been in love...but i guess the feeling might be quite similar to when you see your waiter arriving with your food ..or when u solve a maths equation and u see nothing matches the option ..in short either OVER HAPPILY EXCITED OR IMPENDING DOOM.....In both the cases the end case scenario is pre decided by the nature...ITS LIKE THE 4TH LAW OF PHYSICS...U ARE MEANT TO BE SCREWED IN THE END.

Hi ...i am ROY JAAN SAXENA...dont go by the name and dont even bother to track down the history behind my middle one ..u will definitely get lost 😅...so as u might have realized by now ...i am in a relationship or in the next 15 mins "WAS IN ONE" .In school, my name must have evoked a lot of sarcasm and horseshit but in college and work life..it has worked wonders for me...girls have never been so friendly since i last offered my aloo parantha in school..in high school..offering aloo parantha to a girl was like committing a crime....so yeah...JAAN is something i have to be really thankful to my forefathers for.😎

PHONE VIBRATES

"we're done jaan....its just not the way it was ...i cant be in love with a man who doesn't respect women or doesn't understand the needs of his girl....its just enough" i received a whats-app text from HONEY SUGAR PIE...in short SWEETU ...but she didn't let me allow to save the damn name on my cell...instead she asked me to come up with something original...CM ON ITS LIKE ASKING AN ENGINEERING GUY TO FIX YOUR FAN...so i came up with this ...and now after 2 years and 3 months 6 days 20 minutes and 36 secs later she is upset over the fact that I DONT UNDERSTAND HER NEEDS!! WHAT CRAP!😨

But sometimes i think its my overactive mind and my inability to think where to open my mouth....especially in front of my girl who according to her is "INTELLECTUALLY FASCINATED BY METAPHORS OF THE WORLD" 😑
fuck! who says this on the date??.....and that too in front of me who barely understands literature...forget bloody metaphors..
but whatever...its not entirely my fault .....its those magazines that sweetu used to give me to "WORK ON US" ....[no i wasn't building a bridge ...its just out of your understanding]...and it was those stupid guys who suggested to BE ENTIRELY HONEST ABOUT YOUR OPINIONS TO YOUR PARTNER

anyways...so what basically happened was that we went to this unnecessary Christmas sale at a mall which at its entrance had a huge snowman and fake snow flakes were showered only on couples ..Sweetu was so excited and happy ...I have never understood that why ..i mean why this filmy stuff makes girls happy..but then its okay...she is sweetu ..my girlfriend ...i think there is  no harm in pouting to her cheek for a photograph in front of 10 kids with their families waiting for their turn to click a selfie with the snowman  while its actually DISGRACEFUL when i actually hug her in front of those people genuinely...HUH...HYPOCRITE😏
So after crossing the entrance, we entered the main ground area where a lot of couple games were organized and sweetu pulled me to a damn dance thing where we had to dance with some other girl/boy...so OKAY TO BE HONEST I WAS HAPPY ..I MEAN SHE WAS AN UNDERSTANDING GIRL..SHE TRUSTED ME....
as i turned to that other girl, who, let me admit was HOT...she texted me "BE CAREFUL"
ahaaaa.....
i texted back "baby, are u jealous?"
"no"
"baby are u jealous?"
"no"
"baby are u jealous?"
"what is your problem...i said no"
"baby give me a flying kiss"
"GO AND TAKE IT FROM UR NEW DANCE PARTNER"
"but baby u said u are not jealous"😮


she left her dance partner and walked away..and i started running after her..and apologizing teasingly...after 20 MUAAHS and 3 dresses she was mine again.😋

but then my another innocent act was criminalized under HONEY SUGAR PIE PENAL CODE 401  where being a gentleman means being a pervert..so we were just exiting the mall where the same girl came before me...and i out of civility said " LADIES FIRST"
my girlfriend gave me the smirkiest look possible and as soon as that hot girl was out of sight, the tigress pounced on me with rage
"How dare u jaan?"
"what baby...?"
"i know why u said ladies first....dont act smart han"
"baby....are u jealous"
"i am sure even in your weirdest fantasies u would have never imagined to be killed by heels?"
"baby...why the puzzles..what made u so mad?"
"MAD! OFCOURSE...NOW I AM MAD...THAT LADIES FIRST WAS 'OH-ALL-SO-CHIVALRY' NA"
"can u tell me please....what did i do wrong??"
"ladies first was just a way for u to stare at her ass...wasnt it?"

"TELL ME YOU ARE KIDDING....." I ALMOST SHRIEKED
guys trust me ...given an option to fall in love and fall off a bridge ..choose the latter one ...please....it wont throw stupid logics at u .

"Jaan i am walking away now...and dare u follow me....its just a disaster....its just...stay away...its disgusting ...you have such a dirty mind" and she stormed away
DIRTY MIND??
HELLO??
KNOCK KNOCK? ANY COMMON SENSE LEFT and by the way if u really wanna know about my imagination ITS NOT DIRTY ...ITS SEXY...AND OUT OF YOUR COVERAGE AREA!😤



and now this message and "sorry we cant talk anymore....." AND
1
2
3
WAIT FOR IT
"BLOCKED"


SWAHAAAA!🙏

this new year i have resolved that i am gonna find a girl who
1 loves aloo parantha
2 says "gentlemen first"
3 whose father chacha mama foofa is in some bank....oh cmon ...my soccer league is way too imp to stand in lines....hail modi😀😀




KEEP SMILING GUYS AND DONT FORGET TO ASK YOUR PARTNER
"BABY ARE U JEALOUS?"😎

BREAK AWAY FROM YOUR SHACKLES OF DOUBT

A week ago one of my old friends called up and said nothing for 20 minutes...being a psychology student,one instinctively gets to know that something is wrong [just kidding,the friend is from my childhood days so i can easily grasp what's troubling her]

"nishtha, i don't think i am going to appear for my exams" she finally broke her silence [yeah...even i did not say a word for those minutes]

"okay, we wont give the exams...alright?" i said [ of course had i started by asking why? how? she would have definitely shut down for other 20 mins]

"yeah...and you know why!"[YESSSS!! I KNEW IT...THANKS PSYCHOLOGY :)]

"Nope...would you care to share?" i pushed

"umm..you know right ....i always had some family issues ...umm...so...this time something has happened that i just can't afford to concentrate on studies....my engineering entrances are top on my head and i haven't even read a single lesson...plus with issues with dad and all...I JUST CANT ... I NEED U MAN....I CANT STUDY....." she started sobbing bitterly

"hey, its okay....its okay...relax..."

"i can't nishtha,i just can't..." she choked

"okay we wont....lets not think too much about it...shall we?"

"yeah..i guess that would distract me...we can do that..i am sorry i called you up after a whole long year only just to burden you with my problem..u know what...just forget it"

"forgotten madam....all forgotten ...so how were your vacations in the US?" i tried distracting her

"yeah...they were amazing...my balcony faced the Brooklyn bridge...it was so serene..my all time favorite place" finally she was smiling!! thank god

"yeah? do you know how was it build?" i asked coyly

"umm...chashmish yaar, cmon..u know i hate history..thats why neena maam hated me and kept me outside the class" [SHE IS COMING BACK..COMING BACK..YOHOO...THE GIRL I KNEW IS COMING BACK]

"she kept you out because you ate your lunch with ur head bent down under the desk during the class"  and we both giggled

"yeah...as if tujhe bada pata hai...okay u tell how my favourite bridge was built" she pestered

"okay so I read this story written by Stephen on a blog page of determination and persistence.This is a real life story of engineer John Roebling building the Brooklyn Bridge in New York, USA back in 1870. The bridge was completed in 1883, after 13 years.

In 1883, a creative engineer named John Roebling was inspired by an idea to build a spectacular bridge connecting New York with the Long Island. However bridge building experts throughout the world thought that this was an impossible feat and told Roebling to forget the idea. It just could not be done. It was not practical. It had never been done before.

Roebling could not ignore the vision he had in his mind of this bridge. He thought about it all the time and he knew deep in his heart that it could be done. He just had to share the dream with someone else. After much discussion and persuasion he managed to convince his son Washington, an up and coming engineer, that the bridge in fact could be built.

Working together for the first time, the father and son developed concepts of how it could be accomplished and how the obstacles could be overcome. With great excitement and inspiration, and the headiness of a wild challenge before them, they hired their crew and began to build their dream bridge.

The project started well, but when it was only a few months underway a tragic accident on the site took the life of John Roebling. Washington was also injured and left with a certain amount of brain damage, which resulted in him not being able to talk or walk.

“We told them so.” “Crazy men and their crazy dreams.” “It’s foolish to chase wild visions.”

Everyone had a negative comment to make and felt that the project should be scrapped since the Roeblings were the only ones who knew how the bridge could be built.

In spite of his handicap Washington was never discouraged and still had a burning desire to complete the bridge and his mind was still as sharp as ever. He tried to inspire and pass on his enthusiasm to some of his friends, but they were too daunted by the task.

As he lay on his bed in his hospital room, with the sunlight streaming through the windows, a gentle breeze blew the flimsy white curtains apart and he was able to see the sky and the tops of the trees outside for just a moment.

It seemed that there was a message for him not to give up. Suddenly an idea hit him. All he could do was move one finger and he decided to make the best use of it. By moving this, he slowly developed a code of communication with his wife.

He touched his wife’s arm with that finger, indicating to her that he wanted her to call the engineers again. Then he used the same method of tapping her arm to tell the engineers what to do. It seemed foolish but the project was under way again.

For 13 years Washington tapped out his instructions with his finger on his wife’s arm, until the bridge was finally completed. Today the spectacular Brooklyn Bridge stands in all its glory as a tribute to the triumph of one man’s indomitable spirit and his determination not to be defeated by circumstances. It is also a tribute to the engineers and their team work, and to their faith in a man who was considered mad by half the world. It stands too as a tangible monument to the love and devotion of his wife who for 13 long years patiently decoded the messages of her husband and told the engineers what to do.

Perhaps this is one of the best examples of a never-say-die attitude that overcomes a terrible physical handicap and achieves an impossible goal.

Often when we face obstacles in our day-to-day life, our hurdles seem very small in comparison to what many others have to face. The Brooklyn Bridge shows us that dreams that seem impossible can be realized with determination and persistence, no matter what the odds are."

there was a moment of silence....

"chashmish?....." she said

"yup?...." 

"i want to give the exams!....i think i can" she spoke really slowly

"you sure? pkka na? i mean if you don't want to...its okay...." but she kicked in between and said 

"i have never been so sure...kya hojaega? at the most i wont make it to the IIT...its okay ill try again...but right now because of some people in my family i cant give up...right?"

AND ALL I COULD REPLY WAS A SMILE ...WHICH SHE RECEIVED OVER THE PHONE :)

Sometimes all you need is A PUSH, A COURAGE TO BREAK THE SHACKLES OF YOUR OWN DOUBTS AND LIBERATE! [THATS WHAT SHIVANTIKA MAAM SAID IN CLASS] :)

HOPE WE ALL LEARN TO DO IT SOMEDAY

TILL THEN KEEP SMILING :)

LETS SPREAD SOME POSITIVE SHIT! :)

He woke up with tears in her eyes

She woke up with some regrets

They woke up with pain in their hearts...

looking back..wishing they could once again just start

life's a game of darts

one missed shot and u are lost!

and then u pay the cost....

but what if i say ...that u get to go back and make the amends

will u still follow the old norms and chase those silly trends?

will u still let anyone trample over ur dreams and not let that pain end?

will u still let ur love stay in ur heart and just wait for a miracle and say "it depends!"?

will u still be trapped in the shackles of ur aimless existence and find ways to justify your resistance?

will u still not fight for your girl who got your heart swirled just because she belongs to someone else?

will u still wait for him to go on that one knee and assume that everything will end well?

will u still not make an explosion since u just are worried to blow that one match off?

will u still not stand up for yourself and keep the tag of becoming somebody's laughing stock?

will u still be debating on whether men are from mars and women from venus?

will u still every morning wake up with that hopelessness of not bringing that magic back..of being the unsung hero of your own life?

WILL U STILL NOT WRITE POETRY IN A WORLD WHO IS CONSTANTLY TRYING U TO LIMIT URSELF TO ALPHABETS?

WILL U STILL WASTE TIME ON THESE QUESTIONS?

Hi guys,

do u feel trapped?

or stressed?

family issues?

exam tension?

wanna escape and run away free into the wild...[or assuming that u r like me...so sneak up in the blanket in ur pyjamas eating cheese burst pizza?]

THATS ABSOLUTELY FINE. your feelings are all the different and yet so same!

I'm just here to tell u that u are not here to fit into a world of dos and dont's ...u are here to make a world of your own.we are not always in a position that we want to be at, we make mistakes,make simple things complex,misunderstand people who mean the world to us,get bogged down by failures and giving up on that dream that we had when we were dressed as a supermans and barbies trying to chase butterflies...u know sometimes its good to be scared..it means u still have something that u are afraid to lose . its really important for us to actually stop running for 5 seconds, go and hug the person we love and let them know it..because u never know that will u return back from the marathon?! but lets assume if u don't,trust me those 5 seconds of making that someone special feel the way u wanted,will be cherished even beyond infinity.CAUSE U NEVER THINK THAT THE LAST TIME IS THE ACTUAL LAST TIME.

 ITS NOT IMPORTANT TO BE TOUGH EVERYDAY,SOMETIMES ITS IMP THAT U HAVE THAT SHATTERING BREAKDOWN TO HAVE AN UNDENIABLE BREAKTHROUGH!

there is a beautiful quote from a medical series i watch "not everybody has to be happy every time..it's not mental health or some para psychology...ITS CRAP"

it's completely alright to let your hair down for a while, sob like crazy, scream bullshit,be scared because when u do that ...u come out as a strong one...a hobnailed individual! these things and obstacles are purposefully made painful so that when u hunt for that final goal,that phenomenal feeling of being brilliant can be enjoyed...

WE LIVE IN A BEAUTIFUL ILLUSION CALLED "FOREVER", nonetheless how beautiful it is, an illusion is never real..so why not create something that's real...if u wanna fly...make ur wings

u wanna dance...be the music

u wanna tell her/him that u are an absolute mess....but u still chose him/her to be a part of it....do it

its not always perfect..u will face rejection but someday u might be the priority...EMBRACE UNCERTAINITY..SOMETIMES THE MOST BEAUTIFUL CHAPTERS OF OUR LIVES DONT HAVE A TITLE TILL THE END...SO WAIT ..DONT LET THE HOPE RUN AWAY!

Our pretty little world is full of morons...one will tell u that u are way too loud...and the other will tell u that u are way too polite

another will tell u that ur dreams are sooo big...and the other is just gonna shove it up like a piece of paper...but my dear dear friends..u know what u have to do!?

its one simple thing SCREW IT!

if life swings hard..u gotta push and swing harder..u have to fight ur own battle

FIGHT FOR THE FAIRY TALE? YES, IT DOES EXIST

if u want something, don't give up too soon...sometimes the same destinations have different routes

be so intensely crazy for your dream,your love,your passion,the respect, that it consumes every aspect of your core

seems too big? big words? right? hahaha...it seems all so difficult but nothing great has ever come easy? has it?

ITS ALWAYS BETTER TO FIND THE COURAGE TO FIGHT THAN THE STRENGTH TO RUN

BE DIFFERENT...BE PURE...BE A BEAUTIFUL SOUL

SPARKLE THAT KINDNESS...THAT STREAK OF GOODNESS IN U

SO NOW STOP WORRYING...

KEEP DREAMING...KEEP SMILING 

BREATHE.

I WAS THE BEST PUTTAR UNTIL I BROUGHT HER HOME

HI....I AM ROHAN SINGH AHLUWALIA. and before you say or think about me...wait...I AM A PUNJABI. 

I am a software developer and before u start thinking highly of me or feel that I can create a code that even professional hackers from "24" series can't crack...please stop running your minds. I make 40,000 a month and will start making 60k by the end of the year.....oh? what's so special about the end of the year?
I am bringing Shriya home.
Shriya?
a girl who I am apparently in love with...who has a perfect figure,big dark brown eyes,sleek waist length hair...absolutely straight,has amazing skin complexion [good for her else Punjabis are the biggest racists on the earth],takes care of me,my friends,my flat which we are currently living in,my friends go gaga over her red lips and okay i think that's enough for the description....I should probably stop. so basically one can make out she's a decent girl ...good enough to be someone's wife....and the someone over here is me.
no no i am not complaining not at all....its just that ....one she is a Gujarati and second ...is i don't know whether i actually love her or am just habituated by her presence ....you see, we guys are just like that ...as soon as we see a pretty girl [who in fact is every second girl we look at], the kameena heart starts racing and makes the stupid brain produce certain neurotransmitters that make us believe that we are truly deeply and madly in love....UNTIL.....YOU HAVE TO BRING HER HOME.
Not that i am scared or something,it's just that i am not too sure plus Shriya doesn't know how to make a round roti....so basically my mother is going to kill her for that!
so the other day i was having a conversation with her....not exactly a conversation...u can call it a prep talk if u want.
"rohuuu...baby"
FUCK! okay so people beware whenever shriya calls me rohuu,danger is around the corner..last time she called me that i almost landed up at her friends house half drunk just to prove that i am loyal to her...FREAKY PIECE OF SHIT MAN!
"hmm....?" i became cautious
"i was thinking once we get married no...we will help ur dad leave his habit of abusing people on the phone...it was only yesterday i was skyping with your sister simran and i heard your dad swearing a person on the phone....not good no!"
WAIT A SEC...WAIT A FUCKING SECOND....DID SHE JUST SAY SHE SKYPED SIMRAN?
are we talking about reality? SHE IS A BLOODY INVADER...WHO IS SHE TO TELL MY DAD NOT TO ABUSE? not as if i like it but now its a matter of self respect...
"shriyuuu..baby...[GUYS RULE NUMBER 1 WHENEVER U WANNA MAKE UR GIRL FEEL CLOSE AND SPECIAL JUST THROW FILLERS RANDOMLY ....for instance "sweetheart...why dont u try making something special for us today" MARK MY WORDS MY FRIEND...THESE ARE MAGIC VIGNETTES...IT CAN MELT A GIRL ANY BLOODY TIME!]
"SO ...shriyuu, my baby...listen he is a punjabi ...right? and its our birthright to abuse..its just like expressing your love! "
"but my family wont like it no!" she exclaimed
i had to do something! i knew very well that were on the verge of "THE UNNECESSARY RANDOM FIGHT PHENOMENON"
"I understand it...but u cant argue with elders right...you only taught me that..right baby?". shriya stopped drinking her green tea and started thinking [GOD....WHY DO GIRLS THINK WAY TOO MUCH..DONT THEY HAVE OTHER IMP STUFF?... LIKE PLAY FIFA...OR SLEEP FOR GODS SAKE!]
"yeah ...i guess its okay..ill tell my family beforehand" [FINALLY SHE MADE SOME SENSE..THANK GOD!]
Being a sunday morning i was hungry so i requested shriya to make some food.
"what will u eat rohan?" she asked casually while tying her hair up in a bun.
"ummm....aloo parantha?" i replied
"aloo parantha...are u serious?"..."again?"
"haan...so?....."
"we ate that 2 days ago rohan...cmon yar...lets eat something healthy..."
"darling....listen carefully...
Breakfast means Paranthas. And if the temperature outside is soaring, there’s Lassi too.
Once married into a Punjabi family, forget about dieting. Firstly, they don’t like thin and lean people, and, secondly, they won’t let you go on a diet come what may.Don’t worry about variety. There’s aloo, gobhi, muli, daal, even egg ka parantha, which will always be served with a large dollop of butter and a glass of Lassi.SHE SCOWLED AT ME......."baby....how..about some salad...." i covered up my ass which was about to burn from that stare."u will never improve rohan..."she gave me a flirty smile
suddenly the bell rang. shriya opened the door. it was aryan,my buddy."hey gorgeous" he went on hugging her and looking at me winked eye and all i was showing him was my middle finger"come on in aryan..was making some breakfast..wanna join for coffee?""not at all...salaa bas tujhpe line maarne aya hai" i was growling at him"shutup baby...."she went in the kitchen"saale itna darta kyu hai?...mai to bas mazze le raha tha yr"

"shut the fuck up....why the hell are yu here?" i switched on my fifa and put it on 2 player mode"bhai...ek bandi hai...kuch" he began"no no  bro....u come here...drink the shitty coffee play fifa entertain us with ur lame jokes""dont be a moron yar rohan....i am not that lame in jokes...""yeah...not in jokes but in relationships and after that u get lost" i corrected myself
" acha guys listen..some one is gonna come here in next 5 mins...and rohan tu saala bhai hai mera and shriya my bhabhi""wo waise bhi teri bhabhi hi hai kutte" i was on full sarcasm mode."who is coming aryan?" shriya sked"my girlfriends father!""WHAT"! we both were startled and before we could ask anything else the bell rang...aryan like a prospective groom  got the father in,touched his feet and introduced him to us. and we? WE WERE JUST GOING WITH THE FLOW. 
so after some initial conversation awkwardness mr dixit, the father , asked aryan "beta kya karrhe ho ajkal?""sir ajkal bas babu hun" shriya was SHOCKED..UTTERLY BUT I KNEW IT..THIS WASNT HAPPENING FOR THE FIRST TIME."OH arre waah beta konse bank ke babu ho?" the father seemed interested"sir waise to sind bank ka lein apki pinki ka bhi babu hun"FUCK....OH THIS ISNT ME...THIS WAS SHRIYAS EXPRESSION....WHICH WAS DRIVING ME NUTS...I JUST COULDNT CONTROL MY LAUGHTER...AND  FEW MOMENTS LATER IF YOU COULD....YOU WOULD HAVE SEEN ARYAN CRYING IN PAIN AS HIS EYES WERE ALL SWOLLEN....HOW?OH CMON ...DO I NEED TO TELL YU THAT?
AN hour later aryans pinki called up and in a fit of rage said "how dare u speak to my father like that u bastard""pinki..u only said...just say the truth and thats what i did yar""u fool.....n why didnt u ever tell me ki tum alcohol peete ho?""hey now cmon....u also didnt tell me ki tumhara baap khoon choosta hai...did i say anything?"fuck you" AND THERE WENT AWAY HIS 16TH GIRLFRIEND........
Suddenly shriya shreiked with happiness and came running out where i was apparently nursing aryan with ice."baby...what happenned?" i asked"baby...rohu.....ur family wants to meet me!""WHAT THE..........".......[TO BE CONTINUED] 

THE INVINCIBLE SHADOW: THE SECRET

With terror occupied her mind and concern for safety of her boyfriend, she drove back as fast as she could. Yes, she was sure that SIGMOIDs conversation with her was just a threat to stop her but she just couldn’t take the risk.

Parking the car underground, adah ran swiftly to the closest elevator and went to the 24^th floor. Breathing a sigh of relief, she sat down to her knees, massaging them with her hands, she realized that she could hear her throbbing heartbeat…..taking a long breath, she rung the bell twice…

“adah, where were u man, ur parents , I seriously tell u, they are so clingy, they have called atleast 50 times….cant u tell them …..” sam began complaining, interrupting his old monologue that he used to repeat every single day she returned from work…she bluntly cut him and demanded

“did something unusual happen while u were cracking the sigmoid today?” panting heavily she asked

“adah? Whats the matter…u seem really tensed” he tried to comfort her

“damn it! Show me your emotions after…just tell me….did anything happen while u were working on the sigmoid??” she absconded

SAM, an ethical computer hacker and the only guy who ever came close to adah….he was great at his job ranging from hacking the most potential info, and one of the best in his field. Gregarious by nature he and adah hit off from the beginning….though adah was always against office romances, they did not have much trouble as most of the time sam worked from home.  They were perfect for each other , understood each others needs, desires, problems and thus were blissfully happy since the last 4 years….however problems recently started brewing between them….time issues ,loyalty were slowly draining their relationship which led to their breakup 2 months back. Though not as lovers, they stayed friends sharing the same apartment …..their friendship was stronger than their love…even if it was adah who was usually cold and emotionless who broke off…sam secretly still had hopes for “them”.

“no….nothing…u are talking about cracking into sigmoid? Which has 5 protection layers! And out of which just 2 have been opened loose……now will u tell me what the hell is going on?” he was confused as he had never seen adah reacting this way..even during the Mumbai terror attacks ,she kept her calm…ADVERSITY WAS ADAHS FORTE and today it seemed a little shaken.

“SIGMOID TAPPED MY RADIO WAVES AND WARNED ME TO STOP DRILLING INTO HIS SYSTEM ELSE MUMBAI WILL  HAVE TO SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES” she told him but not about MR INVINCIBLEs personal threat towards sam…she knew he would freak out which would affect the work of opening the sigmoid all loose and SHE WOULDN’T WANT THAT.

“are u serious” sam was paralysed hearing this

“yes sam I indeed am….so now it would be better if we all pull up our socks..its high time now” she tried to maintain her composure

 Sam drifted a little closer towards adah….held her hand and looked gravely into her eyes..he knew adah would  never show her emotions openly and now when she needed someone to comfort her , she will pretend to be as courageous as never before. Holding her hand he softly whispered.

“adah….i know you can” . for a second even the “witch” forgot that they were no longer in a relationship..slowly leaning towards his chest…she rested her head on him and tried to relax in his warmth. She knew she could always rely on him and the softness he offered her during such times was unmatchable. Closing her eyes they were gently hugging each other when…….Suddenly a beep from sams computer started to ring so loud that it made adah realized that she was being vulnerable….collecting herself up she said.

“sam, whats that beep?”

Sam smiled ….”adah…congratulations the 3 and 4 layer have been cracked” he grinned

FINALLY SOME GOOD NEWS, adah thought

“great….crack the 5 layer too  before i eat u up alive” she got back being the rude bitch

“don’t eat me up…there is some pasta left..its in the microwave..warm it and eat it up” he was well aware that adah wouldn’t have eaten a single morsel since morning

“yeah..whatever” she dragged herself to the kitchen , leaving sam smiling to himself.

MR DIXIT CALLING….HER PHONE FLASHED

Jumping over the counter , she answered it “yes sir”

“adah I need u to come to the headquarters immediately” saying just this much, he hung up even before adah could ask what was it.

Threatening sam to open the 5 layer by tomorrow , she ran to her car and drove as quickly as she could to the HQ OF INDIAN CRIMINOLOGY DEPT…as soon as she approached the gates..she entered her personnel code and went in. in the wee hours of dawn, adah wondered, what the matter could be….

‘COME THROUGH THE BACK DOOR, ADAH…8765 IS THE CODE FOR THE BARGATE’ mr dixit sent her the text msg.

She was granted access as soon as she entered the 4 digit code

“weird” she thought as mr dixit never calls her such late “must be some emergency “ she thought however some doubt began to hover in her head….the hazy air…the pitch black atmosphere…something was just not right.

 And he back door was only used for entering into places which could be only accessed by the chairman and president of the ICD…

“adah?” she heard mr dixit’s voice

Turning around she saw him …..he was being different adah spotted it immediately..his face was all pale..his shoulders quivered….this man was the pillar of icd …she sensed it right from entering the HQ that something grim was going on

“sir..is everything alright?” she enquired

“follow me adah” and he led her to a place which was all dark,a rancid smell made her cover the nose..she could hear some strange clanking noise…it was a bit spooky.

“nitrous oxide and ammonia” he said sensing the pungent smell.

 They entered a huge room….mr dixit switched on the light and made adah SEE HIS MOST PROTECTED SECRET EVER……..IT WAS THE SIGMOID ITSELF!!

THE INVINCIBLE SHADOW - THE AWAKENING

Something was just not correct…..adah felt it…it was like something was slipping out from her hands but she couldn’t control it …it just wasn’t possible!
“LOOK OUT!” sam shouted
But it was too late now…..or ?

3 days ago
“it’s a complete disaster…what have you fools been up to all year long…jerks!” adah screamed loud across the hall which was enough to send chills through the spine of her employees. 
“maam, actually …..i ..i”  sid tried to advocate but soon realized he was talking to the “WITCH ON FIRE”
“what?” …”what..maam?” adah barked “just get out and let me clear the mess u idiots have made”


Oh ,if you are wondering..how rude and mean could she be…it was not even a proper trailer. Every morning before she arrived, sid made sure that her coffee double espresso, extra sugar was ready all hot on the table, catalogued all her files, scheduled her appointments, made all the office supplies within her reach and the most imp task of all sent alerts to all the employees of the office before she entered the so called “WORK BAR” so that they could appraise themselves for the worst.


Adah, adah khurana , a dynamic 29 year old criminal psychologist who was mostly seen donning a formal suit with a neatly tied pony and was famous for continuously working at the laptop and as well as kicking u out of her cabin if she read your body language to be inappropriate. A perfect definition of HORROR WITH INTELLECT, adah could crush your soul in even less than a nano second with a glare. If the apathetic look wasn’t enough to scare the nerves out of you, the girl was trained in some serious stuff of mind unlocking  ….so bless your stars if she didn’t look into your direction because if she did , man…the hell would break loose.

The superiors loved her, home ministry feared her as she was known for her arrogating ways of seizing control and solving the most powerful, cogent cases which they couldn’t. Being the vice president of INDIAN CRIMINOLOGY DEPARTMENT she had many accolodates  dedicated to her ferocious mettle. And with such an aura comes confidence ….she loved her job and worked 24*7 breathlessly.


“if it wasn’t your stupid mind which interfered  my brilliance, we could have solved the case weeks ago! Now move your ass out of my cabin else I will” she was annoyed.
Sid opened her mouth to apologize but all adah could say even not looking at him was “keep your bloody sorry to your bloody mouth”  and flashed him a bunch of files across his face

And then came the moment she was dreading the most….the phone on her desk was ringing…she knew it was the chairman of ICD who was her mentor and the only guy she respected in  her whole life. 

“good morning sir” adah said
“so you knew it was me….good…then you must also be aware as to why am I calling you!” MR DIXIT said
“yes, sir, I do” being a criminal psychologist has its perks too she thought
“so..where is the final access password that will unlock the location of SIGMOID?”

She was hating this moment…that feeling of compunction wasn’t the one that she was used to..but not having answers crippled her mind even more.

“sir…give me 3 days time …I know it already has been too late…but sigmoid is always 5 steps ahead of us..my hackers are trying to get into his system but ..” before she could finish mr dixit cut her in

“adah….you are one of my most trustworthy employees ….i have enough other people to tell me that how ahead sigmoid is ….i don’t want to hear that kind of crap from you…3 days adah…3 damn days..crack it.. and I know you can” he pushed her
“yes sir, I will, thanks.” Adah knew she would but sigmoid would know her plan too even before she would execute it.

SIGMOID, was a software of the mind, a huge blow that came out as a raging fire and a shock to the whole world. Created by some man who the ICD called “THE INVINCIBLE” who still wasn’t tracked , the sigmoid had such codings that even the best of best computer engineers or hackers could break…it was creating such a havoc as its waves had realm of cosmic powers which could read minds and in turn could influence their thoughts, actions and behaviours. Such a software was all immune to all types of viruses…nothing could enter his system and nothing could leave it without the imprints of  THE INVINCIBLE’S dna.

 Nobody knew why was it created but one thing was for sure..it did not had any productive purpose…IT WAS AN EXPLICABLE DISASTER.


 The only clue mr invincible was leaving everytime he operated the software was images of dead bodies torn up and an audio where he warned the ICD and THE INTERNATIONAL ASSOCIATION OF CRIMINAL DECODE to stop looking for him and trying ways to enter into his system. 1000 people worldwide were already targeted ….america, Canada, Europe and now he was on the asian hunt …it was only now that the Indian criminal association was informed but adah was already hooked up to this case from the very beginning…she even told the board of ministers that his next target would be MUMBAI so she prepared her team beforehand. 


“maam, its already 1 am …we have to close the office now” the peon timidly peeked through her cabin as he knew it very well of the consequences to disturb her when she was thinking to solve a case.

“yes, I am leaving…” she got up to pack her things….took  the car keys and the phone and started walking towards the parking lot immersed in her thoughts.
 She started the car , switched on the radio to her favourite fm which played nice songs at night and began driving to her apartment. All the roads were bane…no person was seen …the whole world was asleep while she drove on the road following all the traffic signals even when no other vehicle or policeman was around to obstruct her.


Suddenly, the fm began to fade in and fade out rapidly…..

“that’s strange, it has never happened before” she thought adjusting the knob of the radio 

AND THE RADIO STOPPED PLAYING….STANDING AT THE RED LIGHT WAITING FOR IT TO TURN GREEN, adah pulled her car over the corner to see what the matter was…AND THEN WHAT SHE HEARD ON THE RADIO WAS TERRIFYING, IT MADE ADAH GO WEAK IN HER KNEES AND HER FACE AS PALE AS A YELLOW PAPER……….IT WAS SIGMOID!!!...HE HAD TAPPED INTO HER RADIO SYSTEM AND WAS NOW SPEAKING TO HER


“ hello adah …..uhun uhun before you start recording our conversation on tape which I know u already have started I just wanted to let u know darling that I have arrived in Mumbai ….wont u give me a warm welcome?” his voice was grim and mocking 

Adah was scared for the first time in her life….she collected her consciousness back and firmly replied “you know it very well sigmoid, im gonna bust your plan…if you are actually as brave as u think…why don’t u come forward” she tried pressing the weak point as she was taught 8 years ago in her college.

“hahahaaa….adah adah” he sighed

“you amaze me….you think this small little ego game is gonna make me come out? Baby go home …your boyfriend is waiting for yu”


……….AND THIS WAS IT …..THE RADIO STARTED PLAYING THE SONGS BACK  AND ADAH…..FOR HER IT WAS A BLOODCURDLING NIGHTMARE. HE HAD TAPPED INTO HER LIFE…….IT WAS A FIGHT OR FLIGHT SITUATION.