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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.

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.  

Planet of Oceans

by bpsenapati, posted in article, blog, blogger, book, book blog, book reviews, ebook, Novel, philosophy of life, sc-fi, Uncategorized

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Just three,’ replied the army chief gloomily.

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

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

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

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

Layer of faces

by bpsenapati, posted in article, blog, blogger, book, ebook, love poem, magazine, philosophy of life, poem, poetry, short poems, Uncategorized

Men with masks and women with faces

Don’t believe, don’t trust

Or your soul will crush

 you will be broken

And become a clown without even know…

The world is full of uncertainty

Friend becomes enemy

and enemy becomes friend with the situation

Who knows?

Trust someone but with a boundary,

Love someone but not blindly,

Make friends with evaluation,

In this selfish world

even parents are against you

if you don’t fulfill their exception.

No idea how many hidden layers of faces are there

To whom you love and trust…

Rejection of Love

by bpsenapati, posted in blogger, love poem, poem, poetry, short poems, Uncategorized

I was an animal

who loves to hunt

a machine

without any emotion

a selfish man

only my happiness matter…

Your love

Made me a human

I changed a lot

To get your love.

But

You rejected me

And broke my heart

Pain and rejection

made me stronger

although still try to recover …

 Now I am a different,

a sympathetic man,

with a goal

to do something great

and give return something to world

 tear of heart broken

washed all my dirt

and only gold left in plate

ready to shin when the time will come…