Author: bpsenapati

I am a writer, a man who wants to follow his dream, who hears his heart always and love to write stories

Hanuman and the Warriors

by bpsenapati, posted in article, blog, blogger, book, culture, History, short stories, Uncategorized

Veer was just an ordinary warrior, but today was not an ordinary day. His heart was heavy as he got ready to leave for war, knowing it might be his last goodbye.
Veer gently kissed his little son’s cheek and hugged his wife tightly. He looked at his family one last time, trying to hide the fear in his heart. His parents stood quietly, their eyes filled with worry. Veer bent down and touched their feet to seek their blessings.
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 fulfill the promise made by his king, to help the God himself.
From every household, warriors had emerged—just like him, rallying under the banner of King Sugriva.
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, lifting 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 giant Hanuman and King Sugrib.
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. 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 Ravan’s invincible army.

Exploring a Habitable Planet in the Sirius System

by bpsenapati, posted in article, blog, blogger, sc-fi, short stories, Uncategorized

Year 2044 was a golden period for NASA, as it built the first interstellar spacecraft which could travel at 99.999 times the speed of light by using antimatter as fuel. The first mission was to explore the Sirius star system, located 8.6 light-years from Earth. Scientists calculated that due to time dilation, the trip would take just 14 days.

“Our goal is to find a habitable planet in our galaxy,” said Captain Arnold Freeman as he addressed his two crew members before departure. “We’re heading to Sirius. Ancient myths describe it as home to gods. Let’s find out the truth.”

The countdown reached zero. The interstellar spacecraft detached from the International Space Station, and within moments, it disappeared into the void — faster than the eye could follow.

The spacecraft emerged near Sirius. Two stars, not unlike Earth’s sun, lit the sky — but their glow was dim and distant. Orbiting one of them was a large blue planet, far bigger than Earth.

In a rover, Captain Freeman entered the planet’s atmosphere and landed softly on the surface near a river.

Oxygen: 27.85%, Nitrogen: 63% — “Breathable,” indicated the system. So, Captain Freeman took off his space suit and decided to explore. A massive dense forest stretched endlessly. Some trees towered over 100 feet tall with thick, round trunks. Frogs were the size of pumpkins. Lions were massive as Earth’s largest elephants.

Arnold grabbed his gun and walked carefully, trying not to draw attention. Suddenly, he froze as a giant shadow fell over him. A tall human figure — easily ten feet high — stood ahead. The man spoke in a strange language.

Arnold asked, “What is this place?”

The man looked surprised. Perhaps he had never seen such a small man before. He pressed a small device and spoke again. A clear voice translated: “Indiana.”

Before Arnold could reply, the man unfolded metallic wings from his back — and flew into the sky.

More winged people appeared, soaring above and disappearing into hidden doorways built into the hillside. Curiosity burning inside him, Arnold followed one into a narrow tunnel.

Inside the hill, a breathtaking city opened up before him. There were streets and homes, gardens and towers — all advanced and futuristic, yet oddly familiar.

Then, something made Arnold stop cold.

A man walked past… with the same face as Arnold’s father. Beside him was a young boy — a boy with Arnold’s childhood face.

Arnold’s heart raced. “What is going on?” he whispered. He ran up to a nearby stranger. “What is this planet?” he asked.

The man looked startled. After using his translator, he replied, “This is Earth! But where are you from?”

Before Arnold could answer, mechanical drones dropped from the sky. Soldiers in silver armor surrounded him, their weapons aimed.

Arnold raised his hands slowly, his mind spinning.

Had he traveled through space… or into a forgotten version of time?

Was Sirius truly the home of gods — or the key to everything we’ve forgotten?

Continued

Journey to the parallel world

by bpsenapati, posted in article, blog, blogger, book, book blog, ebook, magazine, Novel, philosophy of life, sc-fi, short stories, traveling, Uncategorized

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?

One Ordinary Banar Of Ramayana

by bpsenapati, posted in article, blog, blogger, culture, magazine, Novel, philosophy of life, photograph, sc-fi, short stories, Uncategorized

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?

by bpsenapati, posted in article, blog, blogger, book blog, magazine, Novel, philosophy of life, short stories, Uncategorized

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

by bpsenapati, posted in article, blog, blogger, book, book blog, culture, ebook, magazine, Novel, philosophy of life, short stories, Uncategorized

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)

by bpsenapati, posted in article, blog, ebook, magazine, Novel, philosophy of life, short stories, Uncategorized

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

by bpsenapati, posted in article, blog, blogger, philosophy of life, Uncategorized

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.  

Stone & flower

by bpsenapati, posted in blog, love poem, philosophy of life, poetry, short poems, short stories

It’s Morning,

The world was luminous by the first sunbeam

Stone was still in the grass of bed,

covered itself in a bedsheet of dry leaves,

 sleeping like dead,

Till the wind blew away leaves,

And shining sunbeam broke his sleep.

‘What’s your problem man?’ the stone complained.

‘The wind is comfy,

Nature is cool,

 I want a few hours of rest,

Can’t you rise a little late?’

Sun smiled and calmly spoke,

 ‘It’s my duty to wake you all,

The night is for sleep, and the day is for work,

Wake up and do something,

Make this world beautiful and shining.’

Stone made a gloomy face,

 ‘I don’t have hands & legs,

 I am ugly and useless,

What can I do?

 Can you explain?’

‘If you can’t do anything,

then just watch this beautiful world,’

Sun replied and vanished behind clouds,

 might be playing hide and seek.

Motivated by the words of the Sun,

the stone moved its eyes to watch the beauty of nature,

The first few minutes were boring

birds, animals, and trees

nothing could excite him,

suddenly eyes stop over a corner,

something glistening like a pearl,

it was a water drop over a gorgeous red flower.

Oh my god!

The flower was so beautiful and fresh,

Going to bloom in the next minute or less,

Rock had never seen such beauty in his life,

fall in love at first sight,

 wanted to express his love,

Planning to say how much he loved her.

But the language of flowers wasn’t same,

there was a communication barrier…

Part 2 of this song will come soon

Miss my love

by bpsenapati, posted in love poem, philosophy of life, poem, poetry, short poems, Uncategorized

I miss you in every night


I miss you when I walked alone in the street


I miss you when I get some rejection


Or some recognition


Sometime I miss you when I’m happy


Or when I’m sad


When I’m with my friend


Even when I’m with you


I know you will never come back


It’s not possible


But still I hope you back again in my life


And marry me and become my wife…