<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807668158253911979</id><updated>2011-07-30T14:41:44.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Not?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gowthamnair.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807668158253911979/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gowthamnair.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04902179226057718877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807668158253911979.post-486319200121947827</id><published>2009-02-05T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T10:44:38.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E-ja.</title><content type='html'>Go easy on me.This is my first full short story.I know it isnt great, but hey! nothings perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“5 HOURS TO IMPACT.” The news channel displayed it in alternating colours of red and yellow.Ricky Johnson sighed.He switched off the television and made his way to the street.For an 8 year old, he was surprisingly mature.But with a alcoholic mother and junkie brother he had to be.Ricky walked out into the deserted street.An hour ago it had been a site of utter pandemonium.His neighbours left town in such frantic hurry, that many houses were left open.Ricky’s mother was probably still drunk from breakfast and his brother was probably on Shady Hill,snorting something.He couldn’t leave town even if he wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricky made his way to the Castanzas’s empty house.They were a jolly lot who had him over whenever his dad showed up at home.And they always gave him a lot to eat.Ricky walked into their kitchen and checked the fridge.Empty.They had taken all the food with them.He looked through the drawers and cupboards and came across a half empty bottle of peanut butter.Too hungry to go home and get a spoon, he dipped his fingers in and licked them.Ricky walked out to the street slowly,still eating from the bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was too young to comprehend the magnitude of the situation, which would explain his nonchalance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Hours 15 minutes to impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                 ----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xno15 swiftly glided through the shifting plates of the adjoined portals.She deactivated the shield with a twitch of one of her two long fingers.She could now see Sza8 observing E-ja from the glass interface.Sza8 sensed her.He rotated around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sent a mental pulse which pushed him violently against the interface.But he didn’t retaliate.Nor did he defend himself.Their race did not communicate vocally.They didn’t need to, their body was adequate enough to express emotions 10 times more complex then that of man..Xno15’s body radiated a primitive one.Rage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sza8 spoke with his body – There is nothing that can be done.It has failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                               -------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heads of every nation ,gathered in the UN Headquarters in Manhattan, were in the midst of a fierce debate.The asteroid was spotted 36 hours ago.It was on collision course with Earth and was traveling at a mindboggling speed.It was 60 km wide and would wipe out all life on earth on impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The possibility of emulating movies like Armageddon was discarded rather quickly.Assuming that NASA did manage to plan a space flight program in less then 5 hours, the possibility of landing safely on Mathilde345 was low.The alternatives -.Nuclear weapons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheldon Smith, the consultant astrophysicist from NASA watched silently as they debated about taking actions that would yield results that were higly improbable or ridiculously fantastical.At the mention of BNC weapons, Sheldon immediately rose and spoke “The use of such weapons are illogical.Assuming that the nuclear warhead does hit target,the asteroid has a sparing atmosphere consisting mainly of methane.Any  explosion on it  will turn it into a giant fireball.As we speak the asteroid is circling the sun,whose gravitational pull will cause it to cannonball as towards us.This will treble its speed.Prepartions to stall the asteroid should  have been taken a long time ago.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was greeted by a long silence, finally broken by the Secretary General-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ What are you implying?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheldon paused for a second before speaking into the wire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Impact is inevitable.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                      ------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricky’s mouth was dry.His hunger had now been replaced by thirst.His hands were still sticky from the peanut butter.It was too late to turn a round now anyway.He was half way up Shady Hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up on the hill, perched on a boulder the size of a tank, was Robby Johnson.Robby was 18, a full 10 year older then Ricky.He started snorting at the age of 15 and had never stopped.The  bloodshot , sunken eyes was a dead giveaway.Robby was always high.Either on cocaine or on alcohol.But today was different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricky found his brother sober and alert for the first time since he could remember.Robby was staring at the packed highway down below with a slight frown on his face.He heard a noise and turned around.On seeing Ricky, he flashed him a week grin before turning his attention back onto the traffic.People had now started running up the road on foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robby spoke in a clear voice which his brother hardly recogonized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Those fools.Running aint gonna help no more.Whatevers up there , its headed right for us.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricky looked at his brother, still a little startled, and asked him&lt;br /&gt;“Will we make it?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robby turned to face his brother.He looked at him long and hard, before saying&lt;br /&gt;“Sure we will.It cant hurt you.Not with me around.I aint gonna let that happen.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricky and Robby grinned at each other and for the first time in years , they looked like brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                          --------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheldon walked out of the UN head quarters  unescorted.He chose to leave.Sheldon lived alone in a tiny apartment in 34 street in Manhattan.He had no family.His father was long dead and he had never know his mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheldon had friends, but none close enough to warrant a goodbye.But there was something he had to do before …it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheldon’s 5 years in New York would be categorized by any layman as one of utter monotony.His daily routine hardly ever changed and for him work was everything.Until he saw her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had first seen her a couple of months ago across the road,while he waited for the public bus.Sheldon had never believed in frivolous concepts like love at first site until that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that day on, Sheldon never missed her.He was always there watching as she waited for 9 oclock ride to work.He lacked the courage to talk to her,and tried not to stare as much, not to make her uncomfortable.Eventually she did notice him and waved everytime she saw him.Every morning Sheldon mustered up all the courage he had and managed a half wave and a weak smile back at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now he had to see her one more time…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                             --------------------------------         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xno15 followed the path of the rock around the sun as it headed for E-ja.Her anger now abated, was replaced by despair.Over the time periods she had come to grow fond of the human race.It was after all, her greatest creation.But alas, as it seemed, also her worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xno15 turned to Sza8 and made a passionate plea.But Sza8 was helpless.Protocol had to be followed.The human race was a failed experiment.And all failed experiments must be terminated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                      --------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Hour to impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheldon raced down 7th avenue and made it to the bus stop he was so familiar with.&lt;br /&gt;It was 9 13 and she was nowhere in sight.Sheldon  cursed and turned his head skyward.&lt;br /&gt;A dark imposing mass was looming as the asteroid begin its final descend.The sound of distant thunder send shivers down Sheldons spine..The street was scattered with people who couldn’t run away and people who knew it was pointless running away.Less of the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about it once he got his breath back, Sheldon realized that he was being ridiculous.The possiblilty that he waould see her was very low.She was probably with her family or holed up with some lucky chap, waiting for the inevitable.And then he saw her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dressed in a pair of PJs , with disheveled hair, she looked more beautiful then he had ever seen her.She stood across the street with a couple of her friends.Sheldon, heart racing, made his way over to her.She looked worried and it took her a couple of seconds to recognize him.When she did, she gave him a shadow of her original grin.Sheldon , not knowing what to say spluttered out “Wha-whats your…im Sheld…isee you everyday.Im Sh-Sheldon.”She looked into his eyes and smiled “Hi Sheldon.Im Jane.”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                      -----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricky and Robby sat side by side, watching as the New day darkened in doom.The asteroid sounded very loud and it was impossible to talk over the din.They didn’t have to anyway .There was nothing more to be said.The brothers looked at each other and a feeling of mutual understanding passed over them.Together, they were ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                       -----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheldon left Jane with her friends and walked down the street.He no longer heard the Approaching thunder.He no longer saw the terror in peoples faces.He only saw her smile and he only heard her voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    ------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rock collide with E-ja and it was over.Xno15 watched ,her body betraying no emotion.Sza8 waited for a while before grabbing her attention with a single pulse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sza8 speaks&lt;br /&gt;- The human race was ingenious.Never had a race of such complexity been created.&lt;br /&gt;   But it was flawed.They were parasitic in nature, sucking out the fertility of the Ja that they inhabited.Their first Ja, M-ja lasted a short time.They did manage to survive longer on E-ja, but they are , in no doubt flawed.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xno15 responds&lt;br /&gt;-But this Ja was still fertile.It could have been utilized more.The human race was terminated prematurely-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sza8 speaks&lt;br /&gt;-the human race advanced too much.With  travel into vacuum they threatened to spread and colonize.It would no longer have been a controlled experiment.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this Sza8 rotated and glided out.Xno15 turned and faced the glass interface.E-ja was now a blaze.Xno15 shut the glass interface.She knew how to fix this.She would create again.And thus Xno15 began her work again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807668158253911979-486319200121947827?l=gowthamnair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gowthamnair.blogspot.com/feeds/486319200121947827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6807668158253911979&amp;postID=486319200121947827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807668158253911979/posts/default/486319200121947827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807668158253911979/posts/default/486319200121947827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gowthamnair.blogspot.com/2009/02/e-ja.html' title='E-ja.'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04902179226057718877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807668158253911979.post-5259314577499740132</id><published>2008-12-04T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T04:39:23.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;INTRODUCTION.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothings perfect.No one is perfect.No two people have the same idea of perfection.The following few blogs will focus on my perfect little world and the rules to be followed in it.Read.Understand.Follow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;                                             Chapter 1 - THE MENS ROOM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;RULE#1 - The mens room is not a place to exchange pleasantries.Do not talk while firing out waste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;RULE#2 - All men shall follow the VSEPR Theory of Electron Configuration while choosing a urinal stand.Maximum distance in between each other.Minimum interaction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;RULE#3 - The Mens Room is not a place to undress and admire yourself in the mirror.Dont Do That.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;RULE#4 - Do not laugh at any sounds resonating from the toilet cubicles.( its hard not to , i know. )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;RULE#5 - In a toilet cubicle, if you run out of toilet paper, you run out of luck.Dont disturb your neighbour for more.Instead choose an article of clothing you like the least , off your person ,and substitute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;RULE#6 - Toilet paper isnt for the two holes on your face.Its for the one at the back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;RULE#7 - Do not flash your stuff at strangers at the urinal stand, no matter how well endowed you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;RULE#8 - Always flush the toilet after you are done, no matter how proud you are of its contents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;RULE#9 - If you do enter a recently vacated toilet cubicle, out of courtesy wait 10 seconds before you comment on the smell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;RULE#10 - Peeing in the wash basin is an absolute no-no.( unless your under 6 or over 70 )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Keep reading.NExt blog - Chapter 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807668158253911979-5259314577499740132?l=gowthamnair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gowthamnair.blogspot.com/feeds/5259314577499740132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6807668158253911979&amp;postID=5259314577499740132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807668158253911979/posts/default/5259314577499740132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807668158253911979/posts/default/5259314577499740132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gowthamnair.blogspot.com/2008/12/introduction.html' title=''/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04902179226057718877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
