Sep 12, 2017

Progeny

Across the table sat the psychotherapist with a notepad in her hand. Dev didn’t know if it was the recliner sofa or the beautiful therapist but he felt very comfortable and chatty.
“So what has been bothering you Dev?”
“I’m not sure if I should kill or let my people go.”
“Hold on. Let’s start from the beginning shall we? Let’s add some context so I won’t have to go to therapy”
“Sure! So I made an interactive program, right? Kind of like Sims.”
“Oh so it’s a video game. You got me worried there. I was about to push the red button.”
“There’s a red button?”
“Oh don’t worry about it. It’s nothing. Go on. So, your video game.”
“It’s not really a video game. Well, it kinda is since we can interact with it at times, but otherwise it’s completely automated.”
“Ah, like the stuff IT people are afraid of.”
“Well no” Dev said amused, “It’s a simulator. I built it just for the heck of it. What I did in it was take a model planet and plant a self-replicating molecule, call it RNA, in the ocean. I wanted to see how it replicates and evolves gradually. It could give some insight into how we developed right?”
“Interesting.”
“Hmm it is, isn’t it?”
“Sorry, you don’t have to pause whenever I comment something. Please go on.”
“Oh okay. So this RNA based life forms didn’t last long and soon DNA and protein based life forms evolved from them which were much more stable and…”
“Can we…” began the therapist but Dev continued, “then planktons released Oxygen into the atmosphere creating an oxygen rich planet for bigger organisms.”
“I’m sorry this time I meant to pause you”
“Oh, do you want me to repeat something? Am I going too fast?”
“No no absolutely not. I interrupted you to ask where the incident that affected you starts. We can skip the details and move there maybe?”
“Hmm. I thought therapists are supposed to listen to everything”
“I could. This is my last session for the day. And you’re paying by the hour, so it’s really up to you.”
“Hmm got it. I’ll skip the thousands of inconsequential creatures that later formed from the ocean. Eventually they evolved into humans.”
“Humans? Just like us?”
“Hmm. It was fascinating. Maybe we are not that special after all. Give it a few billion years and the normal four-base DNA eventually produces us.”
“They were just like us?”
“Not exactly. They were more cartoonish but that’s probably just because my supercomputer wasn’t super enough. It only simulated objects to the atomic level, nothing below that. The silly humans tried splitting atoms and the computer couldn’t take it. It went berserk on that area. They perceived the computer errors as destruction.”
“Interesting. This is what bothers you?”
“Oh no lot of things happened before this. Because they weren’t as smart as us someone had to guide them, right? So I spawned cyber avatars among them that I could control. That is where I interacted with them. Oh and a few times before that when I wiped out most life because I didn’t like them.”
“You created apocalypse on your planet?”
“Yeah, but they were not smart life forms. I didn’t like them.”
“So you killed them.”
“In a way” he said shrugging “not like they were really alive”
“Ok so what happened to the humans.”
“Them I didn’t kill. I liked them because they were like us. I went in, so to speak, to walk among them and guide them. I taught them how to be good.”
“Did it work?”
“It did. But the problem was that they reproduced like crazy and had spread to every nook and cranny of the planet. Give them some land to eat and sleep and they’d populate the hell out of it. And they weren’t advanced enough to communicate with other tribes. So when I taught one big group in one corner the teachings didn’t go out of that territory.”
“What did you do then?”
“Simple. I went in as different avatars on different regions and taught them too. I changed my appearance to match that ethnicity so that they’ll accept me as their own. It worked very well. People were behaving. For a while at least.”
“What do you mean?”
“They developed. And they grew in number. Darn them, they don’t even have a breeding season like other animals. They just… anyway… as they ran out of space they moved around and found that other people were living there already. Now they could have tried to coexist right? But no, they won’t. It was against their rules.”
“The rules that you gave them?”
“Ummm”
“Go on.”
“Thing is. To make them follow my rules without questioning I threatened them that if they didn’t they’ll go to hell, a place where they’ll be burned for their sins. And if they followed them blindly they would go to heaven, a place full of pleasure. It’s not like they’d know after they die that I’d lied.”
“And why would they believe this in the first place?”
“I may have overdone my teaching bit by a bit. I used cheat codes and performed miracles. They had to believe me. In fact they revered me. They called me God’s incarnation, God’s messiah, God’s prophet and so on for each of my avatars.”
“Who is God then, if you were the messenger?”
“Why, me of course. The literal me. Outside. Here. Alive.”
“Like that. Ah!”
“You see the problem now? Each group knows me by different names and different teachings that I gave as per the period I walked there. They didn’t just take my teachings. They created religions around them. And these groups are fighting each other over who’s right, whose God is better. They’re killing each other over who is ‘good’. Hypocrisy killed irony right there. And you should see their leaders. Bunch of clowns. I’m depressed! Several months of experiment and I may have to press the red button on them.”
“You have a red button too?”
“Don’t we all?”
“Can’t argue with that.”
Dev looked dejected “So what’s your diagnosis for my trouble?”
“Let me see… Ah yes, you have… God Complex.”
“Huh?” he blinked, “Is this a joke?”
“And how does that make you feel?”
“Oh no, not the F question!”
“Alright, I’ll be frank, Dev. You are trying to control your children. Maybe it’s good that you’re not a real parent yet. You restarted life on your planet whenever it wasn’t going your way and when it did, when evolution resulted in creatures of your image you didn’t like the way they behaved. So you took it in your own hands to guide them. No, to control them, to threaten them with punishment if they disobeyed. If we have learned anything from life it is that good and bad are relative terms and the definition changes with time. What’s good for you may be bad for someone else. What was honourable millennia ago may not be so now. You cannot give them a concrete set of laws to obey forever. They will never progress. You should learn to trust your children, give advice maybe but not order. Let them make mistakes, and grow by learning from it. Be a good parent. Forgive and Forget.”
Dev absorbed all of it for a minute, let it all sink, and then nodded “Thank you! I will consider your advice.”
He walked in utter silence back home, without the map to come out of his thoughts.
Once home he walked straight to the computer that was still running the simulation. He made another avatar and walked amongst his people once more. The condition did not look good. The humans were on the brink of another war. Most of them did not even believe in him anymore. Those who did only prayed to him when they wanted something. Most of the prayers being personal favours or destruction of their enemy. What they did not know what that their enemy was also praying the same, to essentially the same God. Dev did not feel the enthusiasm to preach now. He went to his office. He had an office in every city in the planet. He walked up the make-shift platform with a podium. Instead of a microphone it had a button.
“How can I forgive you when you don’t even ask for forgiveness” he murmured, “But I can forget.”
He pressed the red button which read ‘Delete’. As the world around him collapsed he got logged off from the simulator. The computer’s memory wiped clean. Everything forgotten. It was his tenth avatar.
He couldn’t sleep that night.
“Was it wrong what I did? I just killed billions of people. Did they suffer? Pain must’ve been coded in their gene. Even if only simulation it must feel real to them. When dreaming we feel pain too and it feels real. But, why is that? Our rational mind, at least the part that sees details of the world doesn’t work and the rest of our mind thinks things are real. Even though the world around us looks odd we don’t see the inconsistencies. We think it’s all real. It must be how my people saw their world. They must have cried, prayed in their last moments when they died! They thought it was all really happening. I could see the imperfection as an avatar because I’m from a more complex world than them. Wait a minute… could there be a more complex world than mine? Could it be that I’m a creation of a much more complex mind? Could it be that my God Complex isn’t that complex at all?”
He immediately folded his hands, “Oh Lord, my creator, please forgive me! Don’t destroy me like I destroyed my creations because they didn’t acknowledge me. Was the therapist your way of getting a confession out of me? I should not have been so controlling with my children. Please forgive me God, the Almighty, Lord, Bhagvaan, Bhagawath.”
So I forgave him! ðŸ™‚Across the table sat the psychotherapist with a notepad in her hand. Dev didn’t know if it was the recliner sofa or the beautiful therapist but he felt very comfortable and chatty.
“So what has been bothering you Dev?”
“I’m not sure if I should kill or let my people go.”
“Hold on. Let’s start from the beginning shall we? Let’s add some context so I won’t have to go to therapy”
“Sure! So I made an interactive program, right? Kind of like Sims.”
“Oh so it’s a video game. You got me worried there. I was about to push the red button.”
“There’s a red button?”
“Oh don’t worry about it. It’s nothing. Go on. So, your video game.”
“It’s not really a video game. Well, it kinda is since we can interact with it at times, but otherwise it’s completely automated.”
“Ah, like the stuff IT people are afraid of.”
“Well no” Dev said amused, “It’s a simulator. I built it just for the heck of it. What I did in it was take a model planet and plant a self-replicating molecule, call it RNA, in the ocean. I wanted to see how it replicates and evolves gradually. It could give some insight into how we developed right?”
“Interesting.”
“Hmm it is, isn’t it?”
“Sorry, you don’t have to pause whenever I comment something. Please go on.”
“Oh okay. So this RNA based life forms didn’t last long and soon DNA and protein based life forms evolved from them which were much more stable and…”
“Can we…” began the therapist but Dev continued, “then planktons released Oxygen into the atmosphere creating an oxygen rich planet for bigger organisms.”
“I’m sorry this time I meant to pause you”
“Oh, do you want me to repeat something? Am I going too fast?”
“No no absolutely not. I interrupted you to ask where the incident that affected you starts. We can skip the details and move there maybe?”
“Hmm. I thought therapists are supposed to listen to everything”
“I could. This is my last session for the day. And you’re paying by the hour, so it’s really up to you.”
“Hmm got it. I’ll skip the thousands of inconsequential creatures that later formed from the ocean. Eventually they evolved into humans.”
“Humans? Just like us?”
“Hmm. It was fascinating. Maybe we are not that special after all. Give it a few billion years and the normal four-base DNA eventually produces us.”
“They were just like us?”
“Not exactly. They were more cartoonish but that’s probably just because my supercomputer wasn’t super enough. It only simulated objects to the atomic level, nothing below that. The silly humans tried splitting atoms and the computer couldn’t take it. It went berserk on that area. They perceived the computer errors as destruction.”
“Interesting. This is what bothers you?”
“Oh no lot of things happened before this. Because they weren’t as smart as us someone had to guide them, right? So I spawned cyber avatars among them that I could control. That is where I interacted with them. Oh and a few times before that when I wiped out most life because I didn’t like them.”
“You created apocalypse on your planet?”
“Yeah, but they were not smart life forms. I didn’t like them.”
“So you killed them.”
“In a way” he said shrugging “not like they were really alive”
“Ok so what happened to the humans.”
“Them I didn’t kill. I liked them because they were like us. I went in, so to speak, to walk among them and guide them. I taught them how to be good.”
“Did it work?”
“It did. But the problem was that they reproduced like crazy and had spread to every nook and cranny of the planet. Give them some land to eat and sleep and they’d populate the hell out of it. And they weren’t advanced enough to communicate with other tribes. So when I taught one big group in one corner the teachings didn’t go out of that territory.”
“What did you do then?”
“Simple. I went in as different avatars on different regions and taught them too. I changed my appearance to match that ethnicity so that they’ll accept me as their own. It worked very well. People were behaving. For a while at least.”
“What do you mean?”
“They developed. And they grew in number. Darn them, they don’t even have a breeding season like other animals. They just… anyway… as they ran out of space they moved around and found that other people were living there already. Now they could have tried to coexist right? But no, they won’t. It was against their rules.”
“The rules that you gave them?”
“Ummm”
“Go on.”
“Thing is. To make them follow my rules without questioning I threatened them that if they didn’t they’ll go to hell, a place where they’ll be burned for their sins. And if they followed them blindly they would go to heaven, a place full of pleasure. It’s not like they’d know after they die that I’d lied.”
“And why would they believe this in the first place?”
“I may have overdone my teaching bit by a bit. I used cheat codes and performed miracles. They had to believe me. In fact they revered me. They called me God’s incarnation, God’s messiah, God’s prophet and so on for each of my avatars.”
“Who is God then, if you were the messenger?”
“Why, me of course. The literal me. Outside. Here. Alive.”
“Like that. Ah!”
“You see the problem now? Each group knows me by different names and different teachings that I gave as per the period I walked there. They didn’t just take my teachings. They created religions around them. And these groups are fighting each other over who’s right, whose God is better. They’re killing each other over who is ‘good’. Hypocrisy killed irony right there. And you should see their leaders. Bunch of clowns. I’m depressed! Several months of experiment and I may have to press the red button on them.”
“You have a red button too?”
“Don’t we all?”
“Can’t argue with that.”
Dev looked dejected “So what’s your diagnosis for my trouble?”
“Let me see… Ah yes, you have… God Complex.”
“Huh?” he blinked, “Is this a joke?”
“And how does that make you feel?”
“Oh no, not the F question!”
“Alright, I’ll be frank, Dev. You are trying to control your children. Maybe it’s good that you’re not a real parent yet. You restarted life on your planet whenever it wasn’t going your way and when it did, when evolution resulted in creatures of your image you didn’t like the way they behaved. So you took it in your own hands to guide them. No, to control them, to threaten them with punishment if they disobeyed. If we have learned anything from life it is that good and bad are relative terms and the definition changes with time. What’s good for you may be bad for someone else. What was honourable millennia ago may not be so now. You cannot give them a concrete set of laws to obey forever. They will never progress. You should learn to trust your children, give advice maybe but not order. Let them make mistakes, and grow by learning from it. Be a good parent. Forgive and Forget.”
Dev absorbed all of it for a minute, let it all sink, and then nodded “Thank you! I will consider your advice.”
He walked in utter silence back home, without the map to come out of his thoughtss.
Once home he walked straight to the computer that was still running the simulation. He made another avatar and walked amongst his people once more. The condition did not look good. The humans were on the brink of another war. Most of them did not even believe in him anymore. Those who did only prayed to him when they wanted something. Most of the prayers being personal favours or destruction of their enemy. What they did not know what that their enemy was also praying the same, to essentially the same God. Dev did not feel the enthusiasm to preach now. He went to his office. He had an office in every city in the planet. He walked up the make-shift platform with a podium. Instead of a microphone it had a button.
“How can I forgive you when you don’t even ask for forgiveness” he murmured, “But I can forget.”
He pressed the red button which read ‘Delete’. As the world around him collapsed he got logged off from the simulator. The computer’s memory wiped clean. Everything forgotten. It was his tenth avatar.
He couldn’t sleep that night.
“Was it wrong what I did? I just killed billions of people. Did they suffer? Pain must’ve been coded in their gene. Even if only simulation it must feel real to them. When dreaming we feel pain too and it feels real. But, why is that? Our rational mind, at least the part that sees details of the world doesn’t work and the rest of our mind thinks things are real. Even though the world around us looks odd we don’t see the inconsistencies. We think it’s all real. It must be how my people saw their world. They must have cried, prayed in their last moments when they died! They thought it was all really happening. I could see the imperfection as an avatar because I’m from a more complex world than them. Wait a minute… could there be a more complex world than mine? Could it be that I’m a creation of a much more complex mind? Could it be that my God Complex isn’t that complex at all?”
He immediately folded his hands, “Oh Lord, my creator, please forgive me! Don’t destroy me like I destroyed my creations because they didn’t acknowledge me. Was the therapist your way of getting a confession out of me? I should not have been so controlling with my children. Please forgive me God, the Almighty, Lord, Bhagvaan, Bhagawath.”
So I forgave him! ðŸ™‚


Do we forgive our progeny for not being our idea of ‘perfect’?

Jun 18, 2016

A Step Out Of Motherland


My carriage comes to a jolting halt. I’m finally here! As I look outside at my homeland I’m overcome with this forlorn craving to belong with her. But I’m here on a mission, it makes me think if I’ll ever be home. In this night the sky appears darker and the moon brighter than ever. My people are waiting for me to go out and address them. Taking a deep breath I open the door and step out speaking those well prepared words, “That’s one small step for a man…”



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This was my entry for a competition in our organization blog. The rules were-

·       Write a story/poem/song in English in less than 90 words with the core concept ‘love’.
·       Restrict your narrative forms to ‘folk tale’ or ‘historic fiction’. The characters could be real (ex: Ashoka the emperor) or imaginary (ex: Shylock from Merchant of Venice)
·       The narrative style should be first person singular/plural.
·       make sure you use the words ‘makes’ ‘me’ ‘think’ in singular/ plural or any tense as a tribute to MMT

So how did you like it? 

Jun 3, 2016

Love out of the norm


He was a Muslim and I a Hindu. As opposed to what many would assume, it was actually my people that killed him. Our love wasn’t acceptable, and wasn’t meant to be they said. They said it wasn’t love at all but sin to God. I wonder if it is so.
The first time I saw him was in high school. We shared the desk for the final exam and I helped him pass many subjects. I was shy and he was charming. It’s not as if I had not spoken to any guy before. Of course I had, what do you take me for? Yet, his smile made me feel right in all the wrong places. We spoke before and after the exams. To just sit beside him and not be allowed to talk was the cruellest thing! I actually wished he wouldn’t study well so that we’d interact more. Wasn’t that love? I helped him cheat, but in life he never cheated with my feelings. Wasn’t that love? Then why did they say it wasn’t? I wonder.
We did college together. Rumours were afloat about us and friends joked that we were such an item, but we laughed it off always. Deep down we both knew we liked each other. On the last day I confronted him.
“What’s your plan for the future?” I asked.
“Well, to get a job, earn well and marry a good girl that my family chooses for me.”
“Really?” I stared at him accusingly.
He nodded knowingly, “I don’t want to just marry some girl either. I don’t think I’ll be happy. I know what you’re thinking, Jo… I like you too.”
“You do?”
“Of course. I’m not clearer about anything else in my life. Ever since you helped me cheat on those exams, I knew you’re the anchor to my restless confused life.”
“I… I thought only I was going crazy.”
“Let’s be crazy together.” He smiled, and it felt like the normal thing to do. Then why did they say it wasn’t? I wonder.


We moved to Bangalore on the pretext of job and got us an apartment. Our families didn’t know we were in a live-in relationship. Both our families may belong to different religions but we knew they’d band together against us. So, we decided to get married without telling them. Our friends weren’t ready to support us for the fear of attack from our families, his mostly. The irony of it! When the first Pujari we went to refused to marry us we decided to have the ceremony at our home, our apartment. Since no one was invited I made him wear the bridal gown and I wore the suite. He looked ridiculous in that undersized gown. We played the video of Barney Stinson marrying Lily and Marshall. That day a Muslim and a Hindu said “I do” together in Christian style. It was a hilarious wedding, and I knew we were meant for each other. Then why did they say we weren’t? I wonder.
Limitations decreed that I couldn’t have children. We weren’t meant to have kids together. I once cried about it and told him that I’d carry him a baby if there was a way, even if it gave me twice the contraction pain a woman feels. He kissed me and said “Baby, we don’t need a kid just to be happy. All we need is each other. We can be each other’s kid.” I glared at him and said “Is that why you call me Baby?” He laughed, I laughed, and there was nothing abnormal about our laughter. If we could accept each other for what we are despite the imperfections what makes us so unacceptable to others? I wonder.
I wonder what’s more sinful- to contradict thousand year old scripture or to hurt a fellow human.
I don’t know clearly what happened on that fateful day, and my body shudders as I think about it. I returned home from work to find my life torn away in my absence. My people had barged in looking for me, and had attacked him instead. Since when is love a heresy? If all religions preach peace and love then why did they kill him? If everyone has the right to a private life why did they intrude our privacy? As long as the couple loves each other how is it the privilege of the society to approve it or not?
He used to say “They call us gay because we’re always happy. People of opposite gender have a really hard life trying to understand each other. We’re lucky we don’t have to deal with all that drama.” If that’s true, if we’re supposed to be the happy people why am I crying?

May 28, 2016

Cricket Curse


I have a confession to make: I don’t like Cricket. I don’t know why. I never did. It’s really hard being a non-cricket-lover, you know? Whenever I tell someone I’m not into Cricket they just attempt the pop-the-eyes-out feat and stare at me as if I’m a terrorist and ask “Are you really an Indian?” I don’t mind though. I’m so used to this treatment that I can mouth sync with them as they ask me this question.
A couple of months back when I was in Chennai for work a guy asked me if one of the T20 matches with India is going to be held in Kolkata (where I work ). When I said I don’t watch cricket and hence don’t know, he asked without hesitation, “Really? What do you do then?”
“Actually dude, I’m much more interested in watching my life falling apart, thank you very much!” I wanted to say. How am I supposed to even answer someone who thinks that one can’t have a life during World Cup? But it’s all fine and dandy, because-
I have another confession to make: If I somehow get to watch India playing, they start to lose.
I found this during 2003 World Cup. India was about to lose the semi-finals and even though I wasn’t watching with interest it was the only thing running on our TV. I went to sleep thinking it’s not worth staying up for and when I woke up I heard India had won. Then came the final match with Australia which I watched to try and gain interest in cricket. India lost, and that’s when I realized maybe India won in semi-finals because I stopped watching. My college friends found the connection through the striking coincidences which my presence caused, and during 2011 World Cup my roommates locked me in the apartment and took the TV to the terrace to watch the final match. I didn’t mind at all and co-operated like a proper hostage, and when they understood that India’s winning chances were too large I was let out to watch that last phenomenal sixer. I also was the reason for India losing the World Cup last year, but everyone was blaming Anushka Sharma. Let me do the flashback thingy and recount what really happened that day.
*Flashback Thingy*
I stroll into the office cafeteria one fine afternoon. I find that a match is going on and everyone’s face is turned towards the LCD TV like sunflowers facing the sun. I go buy Biriyani and look for my friends. They wave at me from a hard to reach spot. The entire cafeteria is overflowing with people and I push my way towards my folks and crouch between two slabs to reach the place where we can only eat standing.
“Nice place you guys chose.” I say, “Others won’t come in here so easily. BTW what match is it that everyone’s so keenly watching?”
“Dude!? It’s the semi-finals. India vs Australia. If we win we’ll get into the final.” one of my friends reply so that the concept goes through my thick skull.
“Oops. India? I shouldn’t watch it then. India loses whenever I watch.” I’m done punctuating the sentence and a wicket falls. Everyone turns to look at me in disbelief.
“What the hell man? Why did you do that?” one of them asks me as if I had taken the wicket. It’s like I shot down our own people in a war, and there’s no way to turn off friendly fire.
“I’m sorry” I say feeling guilty, “I’ll just eat without looking at the TV”
I proceed to hastily stuff my mouth with Biriyani trying to only concentrate on the food. About five  minutes in and I can’t take it anymore. Could it be true that I have some kind of curse? How can my watching the match affect their performance? I wonder and being a true believer in Science’s test-and-verify methodology I steal a glance at the TV without my friends noticing. Kohli strikes a fantastic shot towards the sky.
Six! See It’s not a curse. I’m just imagining it. I feel relieved finally and happy. Remember one of those romantic scenes where hero and heroine run towards each other across a rose farm and fall into each other’s arms? The ball slides smoothly into a fielder’s palms just like that. Oopsi daisy, I think and stare back at my food. My teammates become wary of my presence and say, “Man, your presence near the TV is dangerous for India. Please eat quick.”
“I know I know I’m trying!” I plead and gobble rest of the food. I crouch out of the place, wash my hands and leave. Reaching the exit door of the cafeteria I look back to wave a ‘bye’ to my friends, and the whole hall roars “OHH!!!”
Another man down. Oh come on! I throw up my hands and storm out.
*Flashforward Thingy*
Why am I writing this now so long after that match? One, because had I written it back then I’d have been assassinated. Two, because of what happened recently during T20 World Cup.
*Flashback Thingy*
I was lost in watching anime on my mobile as my roommate was watching a match on the TV. I heard the words “… third umpire…” and I looked up curiously. I like how third umpire makes decisions, by making the batsman dance back and forth on the screen. As I looked up the umpire declared “OUT” in bold letters. No way! Don’t tell me it’s India playing, I stared and sure enough it was Yuvraj Singh who got out. It was India vs New Zealand.
I left to have dinner and there too was another TV blaring cricket commentary. In our team’s WhatsApp group one guy asked “Bhags are you watching the match?” and another one replied “Why? What happened?” The first guy responded “Wickets are falling like rain!”
You guys know me so well, I wiped a joyful tear and replied “Guys I came to have dinner. I’m not even watching the match but it’s running on the TV. I can’t stop myself from hearing.” They warned me not to look at the TV, and I didn’t. For some time. Curiosity got the best of me again and I scanned the general direction of TV. Wickets started to fall again. By the time I got up from the dinner table I had devoured the rest of Indian team for dessert. Dhoni blamed the batsmen for not taking the game seriously.
*Flashforward Thingy*
You see my plight? I cannot support my own country even if I wanted to. So now whenever someone asks me why I don’t watch Cricket I have a better answer than saying “I have better things to do… like watching Teletubbies and Chota Bheem.”
This is a superpower I didn’t ask for. I wish I could trade it for some other power. But as a fellow superhero said- “With great power comes great irresponsibility.”
Deadpool said that, if you’re wondering. So now I’m looking forward to monetize this power but I’m afraid I won’t get many takers in my country and there goes my plans for supporting “Make In India”. If you know some foreign clients who will pay me good amount let me know. Bitcoins accepted ;)
Disclaimer: The superpower only works on live telecast. Duh!