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How do one counter fake news?

This is a question asked to me on Quora which is a social media app for questioning and getting answers

Read the answer below #NojotoQuote

Okay, this is a very important question

First, you need to understand what is exactly fake news?

Every journalists have their personal bias

Every historian have their personal bias

Every editorial column have their personal bias

What is fake news then compared to that?

Unless, you, yourself saw a particular event taking place in front of your eyes, you cannot trust anything blindly with your eyes

Let me give you a perfect example here-

You have heard Donald Trump was shouting fake news, fake news

You have to research on those to know what exactly the fake news. When you are doing the research you have to make sure the tools you are using, you know everything about their company sources and political affiliation

Let me tell you something that you probably won't hear from most

Most occasions those who are championing the cause of fighting against fake news, have their own political agenda, it is because their political biased news isn't getting traction as much as they previously anticipated hence panic and rush to eliminate that naming it fake news

It works in both ways those who are against Trump and for Trump

So be very careful keeping all this in mind and remember every news organisations are biased

How do one counter that then?

Use Google search - reverse search tool (Remember neither Google nor Wikipedia is without any bias, so be very careful keeping all this in mind)

The only person that you can trust is yourself and your instinct, make sure you are following your instinct, if anything you find suspicious check and double check, remember so called fake news travel faster than original news as most often it is boring

Check the particular account that is spreading such news which you are suspecting to be little dicey. Check it's past activity, what is his political affiliation. Remember politics is everywhere, specially where someone is trying to be innocent :D

Don't absolutely believe anyone you met on social media, it's true not just these circumstances but everywhere else also. Remember stalking starts from here. A little sceptical goes long way here

When you are hearing a political news, don't believe completely from either sources of opposite spectrum, truth could be somewhere in between. However this is not a gospel truth either. So be careful about that as well

Keep an open mind, don't believe any conspiracy theory or propaganda, remember most effective propaganda doesn't sound like propaganda so be very careful about that

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Never In My Wildest Dreams

You came into my world like high beams on some two lane highway in the middle of a desert night; just as I lost the fight between thirty more miles and pulling over for a nap until sunrise. Fracturing my momentary dream into a million pieces of panic and surprise as your light burned through the lids of my eyes and your horn’s noise grabbed at nerves that shook my insides alive.

I remember the giant halo of your glow and light coming head on, the fog in my brain was overwhelming, as muscle memory spurred both hands and they registered on the wheel. My grasp was wrapped tight and pulled sharply, sending me into a wrenching swerve; a sudden desperate attempt to avoid our impending collision, as you careened head long my way. In the moments that came, I couldn’t tell if you were slowing or attempting to avoid the obstruction of my vehicle that had wondered into your lane. I only knew the fear as my life flashed before my frozen, bulging eyes. I felt my knuckles strain, threatening to rip flesh, as they pulled against the tension of my grasp on the wheel.

I remember feeling my knee slam under the dash as terror took me and I over compensated. With pang in knee, I stabbed my foot back down at the break. I remember the feeling of gravity shift as my vehicle began to swerve and my body flatten into the door panel as I began the fight to regain control of my vehicle, careening down that lonely highway.

I remember my body recognized and felt something I couldn’t have truly felt. At least something felt different, this specific time, than any other before or after. Both the fear of loosing control and this new feeling are forever linked somehow. It was something I felt as my shoulder pressed into the drivers side door panel: the feel of the gravel beneath my tires, not in the normal sense of peeling out, or hot rodding around a turn, or when you are navigating a gravel incline and a tire slips, spinning a bit. But, I remember feeling every, single, piece, of gravel, as my tires slid over them, like they were brail desperately attempting to be read by someone with an untrained hand.

And suddenly, I remember, I was fighting gravity to avoid being thrown into the empty passenger seat next to me; with the dutiful assistance of my seat belt I remained square in seat. By this point my perspiration was beading at my brow and my palms were slick and damp. The smell filling my nose was terrible: rubber skidding across tar and the metal chemical burn of clutch mixed with burning metallic fumes of locked, red hot breaks. The noxious smoke produced from the instant tire tread wear of tires attempting to grapple with the texture of pavement at sixty miles per hour and the dust thrown up from the narrow desert road was thick in the air as my vehicle began to spin violently. This must have been one of my wildest dreams.

Your tail lights passed by my view out the front windshield a few times before I came to a slow, lazy roll backwards, eventually coming to a halt on the pavement; vision now dizzy and disoriented. My motion had not stopped however. The spinning had turned my head into one of those twirling carnival rides and transformed my extremities into shaking nerve noodles, who’s vibration emanated from my core.

Regaining my composure, I found myself immediately worried about who I had almost collided with and what state they were in; my concern seemingly met with reply as your hazard lights lit up from the tail lights of your vehicle ahead. I remember blood pumping in my temples as I raced toward your vehicle, grateful to be alive, and grateful you were still on the road and in one piece as well. Closing the distance to your flashing hazards just hoping you were okay. I felt embarrassed and foolish for putting myself, and you, at risk not stopping a few miles back. I prayed you were not scared or upset with me. Not knowing what to expect as I slowed to a jog nearing your vehicle, I took in the details of the multiple spins my vehicle completed as it whipped round and round directly down the center of the highway. I took in the sight of fresh tread on the pavement left by my tires, scrawled like a signature of some artist signing their work of near miss.

I remember as I looked up again to where your vehicle had come to a stop, that you too where now running my direction. As we approached each other I could tell we both did a quick visual assessment of each other, our vehicles, the tire tread scrawl on the road. We asked each other if the other was okay and learned no harm had come to the other other than shaken nerves and a bit of embarrassment on my part.

I remember hearing your laugh for the first time as we sat on the side of that highway in the middle of the night and lost track of time. We talked about everything, and nothing, as we watched the stars and smiled at each other honestly. Morning came faster than either of us expected announcing it’s a rival gloriously. The sunrise was exceptionally beautiful that morning. As we peacefully watched, finally pausing in conversation for the first time since we met, we took in it’s orange, blue, yellow, and pink shifting colors sharing glances at each other now and then, smiles and blushing cheeks as we did.

As the morning sun’s heat set upon our skin and the brightness of the desert view began to become overwhelming you turned to me with a smile. I remember taking your business card and the electricity fire through my fingertips as our hands touched for the first time.

Your touch felt so exotic then, like some distant land I had read a million books about and knew every detail of but had only learned from in the texts written in those pages. I imagine I looked like an adventurer, captivated and in awe, as they stepped of an old steam engine train onto a new landscape. Amusing the locals watching a new traveler standing starstruck seeing, smelling, and feeling the foreign environment they had read so much about but were only experiencing in person for the first time.

As I put your business card into my wallet, so many unknown feelings and pressing questions that I wanted to ask you were coming to my head fighting each other for place in line and internally pleading for one more second of your time. They were interrupted by one major new question I hadn’t considered so distracted by my internal conflict.

When would I would see you again? This question was followed by an even larger: Would I see you again? I was so caught off guard at their staggering weight I remember feeling intimidated by how much it meant to me. I chickened out. I didn’t ask and though in that moment didn’t know what to do with myself, or my shaken emotions, as we said our good byes.

Before you turned to depart I managed to make sure you too had my number and awkwardly, shuffled back, half facing you, half trying to walk away. I could tell you noticed in the words your smile always seemed to hold.

I remember you driving away and the stress I felt realizing we were going in opposite directions for the first time since we met and how something immediately felt missing in my world. I remember kicking myself not wanting to end up just some guy who you met and called you down the road or being just a story of a time you almost got hit head on by some guy in the middle a desert one night. A bit late, but just in time, I buckled my seat belt and decided not to become that guy. I threw my vehicle in drive and accelerated after you. Headed in your direction for the first time.

My heart raced as I drove fast to catch up to your vehicle once again and as I pulled up behind you, obnoxiously got your attention with my horn and the flashing of my lights. I couldn’t believe I had chased after you like a crazy! What would you think of this? Was I crazy?

As you stepped out of your vehicle your beauty was staggering and I confidently acknowledged, almost applauded myself; I had made the right decision. I jogged up to you on the pavement of that two lane highway and blurted out “When will I see you again?!”. Your laugh told me everything as it often did, I would learn.

I canceling my plans, my new job would have to wait, or I’d find a new one when I got to my destination. I suddenly had you placed at the center of my life’s main screen and didn’t for one second consider what else was on outside in my periphery. Everything seemed like it mattered just a little bit less than the focus my mind found when trained on you. I spent the day with you, headed in your direction. We played, both lost in the world together, on a new adventure, and loving every moment of it.

By that evening I was already in love, and knew it as for the first time I watched the sunset reflect forever in your eyes. I will never in my wildest dreams forget your smile when I admitted my love to you as we watched those stars again, together, that second night.

I also remember how we really met, and this isn’t it! Not even close! But it sure could have been. I mean, some things are similar to how we met all those years ago. You do remember don’t you?

The night we first met we were hurling in each other’s direction at a million miles per hour and barely missed colliding. That near miss put us into permanent dance as we orbited each other - dancing in and out of each other’s life, always friends, lovers, strangers, family; whatever we needed to be for the other at that specific moment in time. The first night we met I knew I had met the most amazing woman and I couldn’t believe that I had finally found you; never in my wildest dreams did I think you were really out there.

We did watch the stars and talked until the sun came up. We also spent the next day playing together and I really did watch the sunset reflect forever in your eyes. I did fall in love with you, only immediately, almost at first sight.

My love switch flipped the very moment you said “Hiiii” that way you did. Your mysterious brown eyes - strands coloring them wonderful, as your cheeks smiled for days. They reached into me latching onto my heart and I did not resist the comfort of your grasp. There was just something so familiar in the way you drew me in and made a place for me in your world. I felt like I had seen this smile of yours before somewhere and it belonged right after that “Hiiii”, and right in front of me. There was also something so familiar in the way you said my name, always smiling, you giggled a lot more back then.

I chased after you and that smile, following the echoes of that giggle from that moment on without any regret and loved every moment you chased me back laughing as we played. I remember how grateful I was getting to know you, and how grateful I always will be to have spent all the moments we shared through the years, building our story. The rest of that story and how we really first met is ours. A story to be remembered another time I think.


I remember the many other things that are similar in the story I have told but happened completely differently, to a completely different moment, in a completely different part of our story that I’d like to share in this letter to you. I think it is supposed to help...telling you these things, we always shared our deepest feelings with each other and It’s hard holding them all by myself. I’m working on it, love, I promised. Writing these letters to you and the chapters of our time together contained within.
In this part of our story, the true part of this story, and part of our chapters I’m sharing in this letter is a moment where I remember a collision that happened head on and it all started with a phone call.

I remember we were both asleep at the wheel and wholly unprepared as I raced down the highway to you. I remember how sudden the impact came after I reached your side. I remember the pain and jarring as your light in my world, that light that engulfed my vision completely, was in a moment no longer present. I remember my confusion as my momentum came to a complete, and immediate, stop. I remember that I didn’t even have time to scream or brace myself as everything in my world shattered in a devastating explosion and all it’s shiny pieces showered into the air around me. I remember that I didn’t even have both hands on the wheel as my life turned upside down. I remember that there was no seat belt to fasten me in as my breath choked in my throat, stalled, as if suspended mid air.

I remember the look, taste, sound, smell, touch, and feeling of every, single, thing, in that hospital room. I remember the smell of my tears in your hair. I remember how soft your skin was and that your fingernails were not painted like they normally were as I held your hand. I remember the feeling of my nerves as they achieved complete pandaemonium within me. I remember I was trembling as I struggled to breath between crying, then breathing, then crying, tasting the snot running from my nose mixed with the salt that clung to my face as I sat at your side. I remember hearing the sobs in the room as your heart rate monitor stopped blinking. I remember that exact moment you left me. I remember all of the feelings I felt at that moment as my emotions burned deep within and imprinted them as if by brand, permanently emblazoned on my soul. I remember not having the words for them then and I still do not have words for them now.

I remember every single detail, reflected in the pieces of my world as they crashed to the polished surface of the tiny room’s grey and white checkered tile floor. I remember that for the first time in a long time we were no longer running toward each other, or in the same direction together, and you weren’t there to make sure I was okay. I remember praying that you would be okay but my heart didn’t hear the echo of yours anymore to be sure. I remember hoping you were not lonely just minutes after you left and began crying: differently, because I didn’t know how to be there for you like I promised I always would be. I remember wanting so badly to chase after you, especially in the months that followed your funeral to keep that promise I made. I remember wanting to make sure you weren’t alone and be by your side as you took off on this new adventure to make sure you got under way okay. I remember trying to lighten my mood and joke about you making a new friend jealous, telling them about a guy that loved you unconditionally in another life. But, I remembered I could not chase you this time; I couldn’t be there to hold you if you happened to fall in love with him and he broke your heart. There was no catching up to you minutes down the road, just to see your smile again and hear you laugh at me for being silly. There was no way to pick you up off the ground and piece your heart back together with pieces of mine if it was broken this time.

I can only hope you receive all the letters like this one and that you are able to answer my call when I get home. We can meet in the middle of some two lane highway in the clouds, talking about life down below, or everything, or nothing, and laugh at the concept of time.

I can’t wait for that moment I see you again and we can remember all the years since the night we first met and remind each other how that story really went. I want so badly to be reminded exactly how it feels seeing the sunset reflect forever in your eyes like I used to.

I remember you every single day and wrote this letter to remind you: that more than anything, I patiently wait to learn how we finish our story, because never in my wildest dreams, could these stars be as beautiful as I remember, all those moments, I spent watching them with you.

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2 Years of Nojoto Can you write a patriotic story?

This question was asked to me on Quora which is a social media app for asking questions and getting answers

Read the answer below

PRAKASH:

……………….

Year 1958 somewhere between Peshawar and Rawalpindi in Pakistan-

In some Pakistani school-

“Did you see that triple hundred scored by Hanif Mahamad?”

“Absolutely. He is a God”

“I wish I can bat like him one day”

“Stupid. First you need to register yourself to a cricket coaching camp”

“How do I do that? My father is labourer. He works for Khan saab. My father can't afford that. He barely puts foods on the table. It's a pipe dream which never going to be real”

(Silent crying)

“Don't be sad Prakash. When there's a will there's a way”

Couple of years later in Karachi-

“Alam Sir, I want to play cricket”

“Hmm. What is your name?”

“Prakash Sharma”

“Hindu!!! Wow!! I never thought I would see one in Pakistan!! Why are you people even here? Go back to your fucking Hindustan”

“You mean India!?”

“Yeah, whatever fancy name British gave. It will be always Hindustan to us. The point is Indians can't play cricket. Indians are lazy, idiots and unathletic superstitious dirty people. And you want to be a cricketer?!? Go be cobbler or something. That's more practical. Stupid Hindus”

Poor Prakash was broken hearted. He sat under one tree and cried his heart out.

When he went to his home, he saw his mother was quarreling with his father-

“If you send Asha to marry that bearded mullah. I will kill myself. He is old and already have five wives. Are you even human anymore?”

“You don't understand Shanti, we need money desperately. I can't carry this family anymore. He promised to give me 100 Pakistani rupees. Can you imagine 100 Pakistani rupees!!? That's a lot. They have money. Asha would be all right”

“You are selling your daughter”

“Yeah, what are the our options? No. Tell me Shanti. What is our option? We barely have any Hindus anymore after partion. Those who are here either begging or doing some slave job in Hyderabad. Asha would be okay marrying the Khan saab”

Prakash was already sad. He couldn't take this anymore. He went into his room and shut the door.

5 years later-

One morning-

Prakash was preparing to go in the paddy field as usual. Suddenly, he heard his old mother was crying.

“What happened?”

“They killed Asha. She wasn't young anymore. So they killed her after torturing her for so many years. They even sold her daughter to nearby ‘bayt daeara' (Brothel)”

Poor Prakash was feeling so helpless. He went to that bayt daeara to look for her niece.

But it was already too late. He found out that she was already sold to a Suadi Arabian theatre group. And they already were gone from Pakistan.

Poor Prakash thought at first to kill himself. Then he just bought a cheap wine from local illegal shop and got hammered.

He woke up hearing a lady voice.

“Bastard!! Get the hell out of here. Look he is sleeping here as if he owns the place”

(A lot of lady laughter)

Prakash was hung over from last night so he could barely see what was going on. He got up somehow. His head was still spinning.

He sat beside a nearby tree and again went to sleep. When he woke up, he heard a female crying voice. It was night time. He realised that he slept the whole day.

He went to look for the crying voice. He found one hole in one of the rooms where from the sound was coming. He peeked through the hole and he saw one guy in expensive salwar kameez was beating up one girl. He forced himself onto her.

Prakash could not watch anymore. He puked all over the place.

One hour later-

He again peeked through the hole and saw that the girl was still crying.

“Hey, behan (sister), do you want to get out of here?”

Girl was shocked.

“No. Who are you? Get out of there. If they saw you talking to me, they will kill you”

“Don't worry about me. I am coming from Punjab. I can take you out of here very easily. Now do you want to or not?”

“Why should I trust you? You are peeking through a hole?”

“Let's be honest, how much dangerous I can be, you are already going through hell everyday here”

“I don't know….”

“Don't think, just do it. We don't know when the guards would come back. I can't help you then”

“How do I get out of here?”

“Just jump from the window. I will catch you”

She did and Prakash managed to catch her.

But there was obviously sound. And guards were awakening.

“Come on, we don't have time. Let's run. We have to reach the station before they catch us”

While running both of them were hearing guard's realisation that one of their girl escaped.

They got on one compartment of a train. But the problem was that train wasn't moving.

“Saab, why the train isn't moving”

“Are you not from here? This train takes time to leave the station”

She was scared.

“Guards will be here and they will catch us and kill us”

“Shut up. Don't make any sound. It would be wise not to create any attention towards us”

One longest and insufferable hours passed-

Guards were searching through the station. They were searching all the trains including the one they were on. They were almost about to search their compartment. Both of them were sitting without taking any breath almost.

Suddenly, train started to move and leaved the station.

It was huge relief for both of them. They almost felt as if they were born again.

“What is your name?”

“Nusrat for now”

“What do you mean for now?”

“I was a hindu. They took me from home one night. And from then on I was living in that hell hole. I can't remember my actual name anymore”

“My name is Prakash Sharma. I will call you Archana from now on”

“Okay. Prakash ji. But where are we going?”

“My home”

When they reached their home and talked to Shanti and told her everything-

“What did you do? Now where do I keep her? I understand that you feel bad for the girl. But we can't keep her here. What will the neighbor say? Already there's a lot of social isolation because we are hindu. All kinds of things people say about us every other day. Now you bring her from bayt daeara!! I mean bayt daeara!!! You have lost your head”

“Just look at her eyes, mother. Just look at her innocent eyes and tell me that I didn't do the right thing”

Shanti could not hold herself back looking at sad innocent eyes of Archana. Both of them started to cry on each other shoulder.

Archana stayed there as Prakash's fake wife. Their relationship was just that. They never even spent in one room together.

Few months later-

People started to talk. One hindu nosy neighbour started to suspect something.

One day police came. They started to ask all kinds of questions about Archana.

Prakash managed to convince them otherwise. But police didn't look totally convinced.

Prakash realised that their nosy neighbour did this. When he confronted them about this.

“Sorry, Prakash, we live in good neighborhood. We don't want any unwanted attention here. It is always better to stay the good side of police”

Prakash was about give them his hard piece of mind but then he saw one of the police was talking to one of the guards from that bayt daeara in their police car.

He realised that there was no point arguing.

He came to Shanti and told her everything.

“Oh my god! What do we do now? Your father passed away. We just used to have both of us. Now because of Archana, we about to lose everything”

“I don't see that we have much options, mother. We have to escape to India. That is our only chance”

“What are you saying? How is it possible?”

“I have one friend in Lahore who illegally sell cows to India from border area. He has an understanding with the Pakistani border guards. I believe he can get us passed. We are childhood friend. He won't even take any money from us”

Archana heard everything.

“Thank you so much for everything. But it's time I return back to wherever I came from. I knew this won't last long. I can't put your family though anymore trouble because of me”

“What are you talking about, Archana? I didn't rescue you from that place to further sent you there. No, we are leaving Pakistan. I don't know where we would end up in India. But it would be better than Pakistan any day. I don't want to hear any negetivity from you”

“But why are you taking so many chances because of me? Is only because pity?”

“It was initially like that. But now I can't think my family without you”

“And why is that? What am I to you?”

“Someone close”

“Is that worth to take all this risk?”

“Absolutely”

Shanti was listening to both of their conversation. And last conversation put a smile on her face.

She was thinking, “These two don't even know that they like each other”

That night-

“What is going on, Prakash? Why your whole family is here?”

“Ali bhai, my friend, we are in serious trouble. We need to leave Pakistan immediately. Please help bhai. We will give you everything we have”

“No. No. Money isn't an issue. It's just that there has been more security tightening on the border than before. You know Kashmir issue has made everything more tensed between Hindustan and Pakistan. Cow smuggling is one thing but human!? It's completely different and risky. Let's see what I can do”

“Thank you so much bhai”

In India Pakistan border-

“I just talked to the border guards. They told me we just have one minute. If anyone sees us, we will be shot to death. Sorry, my friend. I can't help more than that”

“You have done so much already. I will always be grateful to you, my friend”

“Hey, you never know I might also settle in India in the future. The way things are regressing in Pakistan. Anything is possible”

“Absolutely, bhai. Absolutely”

All these rush made Shanti's old heart pumping. She realised that she was having heart attack.

“Prakash, you two go. I can't anymore. My heart is in tremendous pain”

“You have given birth to me, mother, I will never leave you. I will carry you on my shoulder, mother. Come quickly Archana”

But the road was too dangerous to carry Shanti. Prakash fall down crossing the border. Suddenly, bullets came flying in like rain.

One of the bullets took the head off Shanti.

Archana was about to shout through sheer shock but Prakash blocked her mouth with his hands and jumped across the border together leaving Shanti's dead body behind.

After getting close to Indian military camp, they both went unconscious because of all the stress and anxiety.

One day later-

Archana woke up.

“You finally woke up. I was starting to get worried. We are safe. I talked to Indian army, they are taking us to Delhi”

One Indian solder came.

“My name is lietenant Saeed Khan of Indian army. I have heard everything from Prakash. You are really brave and extremely lucky to be alive. I just talked my superiors and they have talked to the home minister. You are going to be awarded in Delhi. Your stories are all over the newspapers. Everyone is cheering your name in India. Wait for a big welcome in Delhi”

Prakash said, “Thank you so much Saab but we just want some peace and quiet place to stay.”

…………………………………………………………………………

Mordern day some where in India-

A laud cheer was going on in the press conference

One journalist asked, “Mr Rahul Sharma, today you are the captain of Indian cricket team. Best cricketer in the whole world. Some are even saying that you are the all time best ever. You are the most popular cricketer today. Yet we didn't know anything about your family past. How did you manage to keep this tragic yet such interesting past secret?”

Rahul Sharma replied, “I also didn't know anything about my great grandfather Prakash Sharma's struggle. Until few years ago in our old house I found the diary of my grand father's father who wrote this after hearing from his mother Archana Sharma. I then decided to publish this book. I had to share this with everyone”

(Another loud clapping sound was going on)

THE END

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PRAKASH:

……………….

Year 1958 somewhere between Peshawar and Rawalpindi in Pakistan-

In some Pakistani school-

“Did you see that triple hundred scored by Hanif Mahamad?”

“Absolutely. He is a God”

“I wish I can bat like him one day”

“Stupid. First you need to register yourself to a cricket coaching camp”

“How do I do that? My father is labourer. He works for Khan saab. My father can't afford that. He barely puts foods on the table. It's a pipe dream which never going to be real”

(Silent crying)

“Don't be sad Prakash. When there's a will there's a way”

Couple of years later in Karachi-

“Alam Sir, I want to play cricket”

“Hmm. What is your name?”

“Prakash Sharma”

“Hindu!!! Wow!! I never thought I would see one in Pakistan!! Why are you people even here? Go back to your fucking Hindustan”

“You mean India!?”

“Yeah, whatever fancy name British gave. It will be always Hindustan to us. The point is Indians can't play cricket. Indians are lazy, idiots and unathletic superstitious dirty people. And you want to be a cricketer?!? Go be cobbler or something. That's more practical. Stupid Hindus”

Poor Prakash was broken hearted. He sat under one tree and cried his heart out.

When he went to his home, he saw his mother was quarreling with his father-

“If you send Asha to marry that bearded mullah. I will kill myself. He is old and already have five wives. Are you even human anymore?”

“You don't understand Shanti, we need money desperately. I can't carry this family anymore. He promised to give me 100 Pakistani rupees. Can you imagine 100 Pakistani rupees!!? That's a lot. They have money. Asha would be all right”

“You are selling your daughter”

“Yeah, what are the our options? No. Tell me Shanti. What is our option? We barely have any Hindus anymore after partion. Those who are here either begging or doing some slave job in Hyderabad. Asha would be okay marrying the Khan saab”

Prakash was already sad. He couldn't take this anymore. He went into his room and shut the door.

5 years later-

One morning-

Prakash was preparing to go in the paddy field as usual. Suddenly, he heard his old mother was crying.

“What happened?”

“They killed Asha. She wasn't young anymore. So they killed her after torturing her for so many years. They even sold her daughter to nearby ‘bayt daeara' (Brothel)”

Poor Prakash was feeling so helpless. He went to that bayt daeara to look for her niece.

But it was already too late. He found out that she was already sold to a Suadi Arabian theatre group. And they already were gone from Pakistan.

Poor Prakash thought at first to kill himself. Then he just bought a cheap wine from local illegal shop and got hammered.

He woke up hearing a lady voice.

“Bastard!! Get the hell out of here. Look he is sleeping here as if he owns the place”

(A lot of lady laughter)

Prakash was hung over from last night so he could barely see what was going on. He got up somehow. His head was still spinning.

He sat beside a nearby tree and again went to sleep. When he woke up, he heard a female crying voice. It was night time. He realised that he slept the whole day.

He went to look for the crying voice. He found one hole in one of the rooms where from the sound was coming. He peeked through the hole and he saw one guy in expensive salwar kameez was beating up one girl. He forced himself onto her.

Prakash could not watch anymore. He puked all over the place.

One hour later-

He again peeked through the hole and saw that the girl was still crying.

“Hey, behan (sister), do you want to get out of here?”

Girl was shocked.

“No. Who are you? Get out of there. If they saw you talking to me, they will kill you”

“Don't worry about me. I am coming from Punjab. I can take you out of here very easily. Now do you want to or not?”

“Why should I trust you? You are peeking through a hole?”

“Let's be honest, how much dangerous I can be, you are already going through hell everyday here”

“I don't know….”

“Don't think, just do it. We don't know when the guards would come back. I can't help you then”

“How do I get out of here?”

“Just jump from the window. I will catch you”

She did and Prakash managed to catch her.

But there was obviously sound. And guards were awakening.

“Come on, we don't have time. Let's run. We have to reach the station before they catch us”

While running both of them were hearing guard's realisation that one of their girl escaped.

They got on one compartment of a train. But the problem was that train wasn't moving.

“Saab, why the train isn't moving”

“Are you not from here? This train takes time to leave the station”

She was scared.

“Guards will be here and they will catch us and kill us”

“Shut up. Don't make any sound. It would be wise not to create any attention towards us”

One longest and insufferable hours passed-

Guards were searching through the station. They were searching all the trains including the one they were on. They were almost about to search their compartment. Both of them were sitting without taking any breath almost.

Suddenly, train started to move and leaved the station.

It was huge relief for both of them. They almost felt as if they were born again.

“What is your name?”

“Nusrat for now”

“What do you mean for now?”

“I was a hindu. They took me from home one night. And from then on I was living in that hell hole. I can't remember my actual name anymore”

“My name is Prakash Sharma. I will call you Archana from now on”

“Okay. Prakash ji. But where are we going?”

“My home”

When they reached their home and talked to Shanti and told her everything-

“What did you do? Now where do I keep her? I understand that you feel bad for the girl. But we can't keep her here. What will the neighbor say? Already there's a lot of social isolation because we are hindu. All kinds of things people say about us every other day. Now you bring her from bayt daeara!! I mean bayt daeara!!! You have lost your head”

“Just look at her eyes, mother. Just look at her innocent eyes and tell me that I didn't do the right thing”

Shanti could not hold herself back looking at sad innocent eyes of Archana. Both of them started to cry on each other shoulder.

Archana stayed there as Prakash's fake wife. Their relationship was just that. They never even spent in one room together.

Few months later-

People started to talk. One hindu nosy neighbour started to suspect something.

One day police came. They started to ask all kinds of questions about Archana.

Prakash managed to convince them otherwise. But police didn't look totally convinced.

Prakash realised that their nosy neighbour did this. When he confronted them about this.

“Sorry, Prakash, we live in good neighborhood. We don't want any unwanted attention here. It is always better to stay the good side of police”

Prakash was about give them his hard piece of mind but then he saw one of the police was talking to one of the guards from that bayt daeara in their police car.

He realised that there was no point arguing.

He came to Shanti and told her everything.

“Oh my god! What do we do now? Your father passed away. We just used to have both of us. Now because of Archana, we about to lose everything”

“I don't see that we have much options, mother. We have to escape to India. That is our only chance”

“What are you saying? How is it possible?”

“I have one friend in Lahore who illegally sell cows to India from border area. He has an understanding with the Pakistani border guards. I believe he can get us passed. We are childhood friend. He won't even take any money from us”

Archana heard everything.

“Thank you so much for everything. But it's time I return back to wherever I came from. I knew this won't last long. I can't put your family though anymore trouble because of me”

“What are you talking about, Archana? I didn't rescue you from that place to further sent you there. No, we are leaving Pakistan. I don't know where we would end up in India. But it would be better than Pakistan any day. I don't want to hear any negetivity from you”

“But why are you taking so many chances because of me? Is only because pity?”

“It was initially like that. But now I can't think my family without you”

“And why is that? What am I to you?”

“Someone close”

“Is that worth to take all this risk?”

“Absolutely”

Shanti was listening to both of their conversation. And last conversation put a smile on her face.

She was thinking, “These two don't even know that they like each other”

That night-

“What is going on, Prakash? Why your whole family is here?”

“Ali bhai, my friend, we are in serious trouble. We need to leave Pakistan immediately. Please help bhai. We will give you everything we have”

“No. No. Money isn't an issue. It's just that there has been more security tightening on the border than before. You know Kashmir issue has made everything more tensed between Hindustan and Pakistan. Cow smuggling is one thing but human!? It's completely different and risky. Let's see what I can do”

“Thank you so much bhai”

In India Pakistan border-

“I just talked to the border guards. They told me we just have one minute. If anyone sees us, we will be shot to death. Sorry, my friend. I can't help more than that”

“You have done so much already. I will always be grateful to you, my friend”

“Hey, you never know I might also settle in India in the future. The way things are regressing in Pakistan. Anything is possible”

“Absolutely, bhai. Absolutely”

All these rush made Shanti's old heart pumping. She realised that she was having heart attack.

“Prakash, you two go. I can't anymore. My heart is in tremendous pain”

“You have given birth to me, mother, I will never leave you. I will carry you on my shoulder, mother. Come quickly Archana”

But the road was too dangerous to carry Shanti. Prakash fall down crossing the border. Suddenly, bullets came flying in like rain.

One of the bullets took the head off Shanti.

Archana was about to shout through sheer shock but Prakash blocked her mouth with his hands and jumped across the border together leaving Shanti's dead body behind.

After getting close to Indian military camp, they both went unconscious because of all the stress and anxiety.

One day later-

Archana woke up.

“You finally woke up. I was starting to get worried. We are safe. I talked to Indian army, they are taking us to Delhi”

One Indian solder came.

“My name is lietenant Saeed Khan of Indian army. I have heard everything from Prakash. You are really brave and extremely lucky to be alive. I just talked my superiors and they have talked to the home minister. You are going to be awarded in Delhi. Your stories are all over the newspapers. Everyone is cheering your name in India. Wait for a big welcome in Delhi”

Prakash said, “Thank you so much Saab but we just want some peace and quiet place to stay.”

…………………………………………………………………………

Mordern day some where in India-

A laud cheer was going on in the press conference

One journalist asked, “Mr Rahul Sharma, today you are the captain of Indian cricket team. Best cricketer in the whole world. Some are even saying that you are the all time best ever. You are the most popular cricketer today. Yet we didn't know anything about your family past. How did you manage to keep this tragic yet such interesting past secret?”

Rahul Sharma replied, “I also didn't know anything about my great grandfather Prakash Sharma's struggle. Until few years ago in our old house I found the diary of my grand father's father who wrote this after hearing from his mother Archana Sharma. I then decided to publish this book. I had to share this with everyone”

(Another loud clapping sound was going on)

THE END

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If Shazam (DC comics) had a Hindu Patheon, what Gods would be there to provide similar powers and fulfill the acronym
S-H-A-Z-A-M?

How about a story instead of typical answer? :D

Let's make it DC comics proof :D

If I make a movie script out of this-

Things will be like this-

This will be in DC universe in India-

The name of the movie will be - Shazam The Rise of Captain Marvel

Bilu Bains (14–15 years old) was an orphan growing up in mordern day Gujarat.

Growing up, just like any other Indian, he was a crazy fan of Cricket.

And being in the DC universe, of course Superheroes.

He was a crazy fan of SUPERMAN and secretly had a huge boyhood crush on Wonder Woman.

His orphan house was named Happy Home.

One day, a girl named Priyanka Bagri joined their orphan.

She was very beautiful and cute.

All the boys (including Bilu) were lining up to impress her.

But Bilu was a very small boy compared to his peers of same age even compared to Priyanka (sadly :C)

Other boys make constant fun of his rather shorter stature

He was already insecured being an orphan and constant mocking from the others didn't help his cause either.

He became even more shy. As a result, he had no chance of getting Priyanka's attention

One day, Priyanka suddenly entered his room and found him kissing a Wonder Woman poster.

He was embarrassed out of his mind.

Priyanka was laughing her heart out.

Bilu quickly run away from there.

And he was crying sitting under a tree out of embarrassment, poor luck everything.

Suddenly, he saw a nearby temple of Krishna.

He went there to pray and said, “Why are you keeping me alive, God? I am such embarrassment to everyone and myself. Why couldn't you kill me, Bhagwan?”

Priest of the mandir (temple) said to him, “Don't worry boy, everyone has trouble, pray to the Krishna with open heart and pure mind, I am sure Krishna will respond”

One day, his neighbourhood uncle who worked in government survey office came to Bilu and said, “I have good news and bad news, I have found your parents”

Bilu was over the moon hearing such good news, he said, “Tell me more, Akash uncle, tell me more, I can't wait to meet them”

Akash uncle said with a sad face, “I am afraid Bilu, I have a bad news, your parents aren't alive, their names were Vikas and Preeti Bains, both of them were a very renowned world famous archeologist, they went to a tour to Egypt and there they made a world famous discovery of the tomb 'Theo Adam', after that I don't know exactly what happened but your parents died, someone murdered your parents, I am afraid that mystery is still unsolved but the rumour is that it is more of an Superhero Supervillain stuff which means it is completely out of the hands of ordinary people like us, I am very very sorry, Bilu”

Bilu didn't say anything but ran away again and went behind the Krishna temple where nobody would go and he was crying.

Suddenly, he heard a noise of a foot steps, he looked back and saw Priyanka was coming this way. He quickly dried his eye water.

Priyanka said, “Bilu, everyone was looking for you everywhere and you are sitting here??? Are you crying? What happened?”

Bilu said, “Nothing, let's go”

Priyanka said, “No, tell me everything”

Bilu told her everything and cried on her shoulder for awhile.

A few days later, Bilu went to his birth parent's house, it was a big house in city area.

Akash uncle was talking with an attorney who was saying to him that if he could prove that Bilu was their original son then Bilu would get everything their parents own according to the will.

Akash uncle was very excited hearing that as he was thinking how he could become Bilu's legal guardian lawfully as he knew Bilu from his childhood.

Bilu didn't mind since Akash uncle was the one who informed him about his parents.

The attorney said to Bilu that since he wasn't 18 yet so he won't get access to all the money that was the reason for a guardian.

Only thing he would get from his parents directly was their personal diary and an artifact.

Akash uncle was slightly hesitant giving it to him directly thinking it could be valuable but after seeing that it was just an lightning designed scarab of some kind of Egyptian symbol, he gave it to Bilu without any care.

After becoming a legal guardian of Bilu, Akash uncle became very increasingly angry and abusive towards Bilu.

Money completely changed Akash uncle

He used to get drunk every night and was becoming very bad mood every night, some days he used to directly bring prostitute to Bilu's home.

Bilu could not put up with this abuse any more when one day Akash uncle was trying to beat him, he took a Cricket bat a bashed in his head.

Akash uncle just fall flat on the ground and blood was coming out of his head.

Bilu was tremendously shocked realising what he did.

He quickly ran away from the house and just running and running without realising where he was exactly going.

Suddenly, he saw everything was dark around him and he was outside of a purana mandir (old temple).

He was shaking with fear imagining the worst.

Suddenly, he heard a voice.

Bilu was even more scared.

But that voice was telling him not to be scared in a very reassuring tone and to get inside the temple.

Bilu became more confident and less fearful hearing that reassuring tone.

When he entered the temple he saw various old status of Durga, Brahma, Kali, Shiva, Natraj, Ganesha, Hanuman etc basically various Hindu Gods.

He suddenly saw an old man with a long white beard smiling at him and said, “Don't be afraid Bilu, nothing to be afraid, this is God's place, no harm will happen to you here”

Bilu asked, “Who are you? And why am I here? And how?”

Old man said with a smile, “That's becuase I wanted you to come here, my name is Champion, I have been called in various names in various parts of the world, in this part of the world, I am known as Vishwa”

Bilu asked, “What? I thought you died in War of Mahabharata”

Old man said, “Ha, ha, it's much more complicated than that but my past isn't important here, I am protector of this world for a long long time, I have been blessed by various Gods in the past, I have been to various places, I have given powers to various men so that they take on this mentle after me but unfortunately some of them didn't work very well, specially the last one, that's why I was looking for a suitable candidate for a long time very very carefully, I believe you are that candidate, Bilu”

Bilu said, “What's that? I don't understand!!!! But anyway it doesn't matter because I am a faulty individual, I just killed my guardian, I am pretty sure I am going to hell”

Old man laughed hard and said, “Ha, ha, Bilu, nothing like that, nothing like that, your uncle is in hospital, he is not dead, he is severely injured, probably have concussion but not dead, you have nothing to worry, he deserved that, that's what called 'Karma', I have chosen you because you grew up in poverty, still you possess such good heart, you are compassionate to other people, you know adversity, you are mocked everyday for your poor luck yet you didn't go bad, that is the sign of pure heart of somebody who could handle such godly power”

Bilu said, “But I am just a boy what can I do when Steppenwolf will attack earth, I am not SUPERMAN, I can't save the world like Superheroes like him”

Old man again laughed hard and said, “Oh! Bilu, Billu, such innocence!! Ha, ha, you have been awarded with the power of almighty Shiva with infinite strength and wisdom, you have the power of immortality of Hanuman, with the tactical fighting techniques and skills of Arjuna, with speed and flight powers of Zaruda, with the power of invulnerability of Ardra, with the mystical and shape shifting power of Mohini, and with their acronym when you uttered the word 'Shazam' (S.H.A.Z.A.M), you will become all powerful Captain Marvel aka Shazam aka the new Champion”

Bilu said, “Wow, it's just mind blowing, Should I say then Shazam?”

And then and there he quickly became a big muscular dude.

Bilu said, “What happened? I don't feel any difference”

Old man said with a smile, “Look at that broken glass”

Suddenly, Bilu saw himself in an orange, white and green costume with a big huge muscular Man's body”

Bilu said, “Wow, that is me!!!! Wow, I look very intimidating, I look very bad ass but costume is slightly meh but I can work with that”

Suddenly, Bilu saw himself flying.

He said to the oldman, “Sir, I can't control these powers, good bye then I guess”

He heard that the old man was laughing

After some time, he started to control his flight powers and he came towards his old orphan house.

And saw a bulldozer was trying to destroy their old orphan house.

Some promoter was trying to build an shopping mall there.

Everybody was crying as his paid thugs were controlling them in the gun point.

One thug slapped Priyanka after she tried to released herself from his grip.

Bilu could not stop himself anymore, he flew there and landed infront of them slightly embarrassingly.

Bilu said to himself, “That was embarrassing, I need more practice in my landing”

Bilu said to the thugs, “Stop, what you are doing now, these children don't have any place to live, if you want this land at least give them a good place to live”

One of them said, “Who are you supposed to be? Another one of those SUPERMAN wannabe, don't you heroes have more important things to attend? Get out of here, even police are with us, noone will say anything against us”

Shazam said, “I am going to stop you, just because you guys twisting the law with your intimidation, it's not going to work here”

One of them laughed and said, “Another costume joker who takes himself seriously, let's show him his place”

But he could not move an inch Shazam

Shazam said with a chuckle, “Something troubling you, man?”

He said, “Wow, what do you eat, man? You are freakishly strong”

Shazam said with smile, “A lot of green vegetables and exercise, you should try it sometime”

Another thug said, “He is making fun of us, let's end this drama by shooting him”

But to their surprise, “All the bullets were deflecting Shazam”

They were panicked and said, “What is he made of? Shit!!!”

Another one said, “Let's squash him” in saying this he drove the bulldozer over Shazam but to their surprise the front side of bulldozer completely destroyed in the clash.

Shazam picked up the bulldozer and said with a smile, “I think you should get off the vehicle, man”

The driver jumped and ran away as quickly as possible.

Their leader was watching everything now, he said, “This is not a fun and game, so you are invincible, but these people are not” in saying this he took and machine gun and fired over the people and Bilu's friends.

To their surprise, they saw a blur moved very quickly infront of them and suddenly it stopped and they saw Shazam was standing infront of them with handful of bullets.

Shazam said to him, “Now, you are pissing me off”

All the thugs were running away as quickly as possible as if their lives were in the line.

Priyanka asked to Shazam, “Who are you? What is your name?”

Shazam said, “Call me the new Champion, the new Superhero, the protector of the earth”

Everybody was cheering his name and laughing and dancing and celebrating their victory against the gang.

Shazam, himself also joined them.

Suddenly, a guy in blue read cape appeared infront of them

Shazam shouted with delight and surprise, “WOW, SUPERMAN”

Superman said with a smile, “I was watching everything from sky, I heard everything, I was coming here to handle everything but then I saw you, you are very impressive, keep doing what you are doing, it makes my life slightly easier”

Shazam said, “Thanks SUPERMAN for your compliment, I am a huge fan of yours”

Superman said with a smile, “For the things that I have seen today, I might become your fan too”

When SUPERMAN was about to fly, Shazam said, “Will you introduce me to the other Justice leaguers?”

Superman said, “Certainly, one day”

Shazam said, “Wonder Woman?”

Superman said with a huge smile, “You liked her, didn't you? Okay, I will”

Shazam said, “You promised”

Superman said with shaking his head, “Ha, ha, next time” in saying this he flew away

Everybody was still cheering Shazam

It was getting very crowded.

Shazam also flew away behind that old Krishna temple and uttered the word 'Shazam' and transformed into Bilu again”

When he entered the Happy Home, he saw everyone was still cheering Shazam's name and comparing him with SUPERMAN.

Bilu said to them, “Voosh, this guy is a novice, SUPERMAN is SUPERMAN”

Priyanka said, “I don't know about that, the things that he did today, I would say he can beat even SUPERMAN”

A few days later-

Bilu was in his parent's house, he was looking at that artifact and thinking about how similar it looked to his Shazam costume's scarab, suddenly, that artifact became very very hot and he dropped it.

That artifact Buzzing and humming some Weird sounds.

It suddenly flew away.

Bilu quickly became Shazam and followed it by flying.

He was flying for a long time, as he crossed seas and oceans and mountains and deserts, he suddenly realised that he was in Egypt and infront of some old Egyptian tomb with similar sign like that artifact.

That artifact just went into one perfectly shaped position of that tomb and almost worked as key and opened the tomb's door.

He saw an old mummy lying there all covered with heavily bandaged.

Suddenly, he heard noise of the guards and Billu thought he probably broke some local laws by coming here without any permission.

So he flew away back to India.

In the meantime when local guards came there, they felt earth quake.

Then they saw the tomb's door was opened

They were scared as it was cursed area and it was the tomb of ‘THEO ADAM', THE BLACK ADAM OF EGYPTIAN KING.

Suddenly, they heard an weird humming sound coming from the mummy.

They got close to the mummy to look more clearly and that mummy suddenly came alive and took the head off that guard.

Other guards were panicking and was shooting towards it but to their disappointment nothing happened and it ript apart everyone of them one after another

And shouted with tremendous earth trembling anger -

S-H-A-Z-A-M

The movie should end here

So how do you like this?

It's cool if you don't :D

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How do one counter fake news?

This is a question asked to me on Quora which is a social media app for questioning and getting answers

Read the answer below #NojotoQuote

Okay, this is a very important question

First, you need to understand what is exactly fake news?

Every journalists have their personal bias

Every historian have their personal bias

Every editorial column have their personal bias

What is fake news then compared to that?

Unless, you, yourself saw a particular event taking place in front of your eyes, you cannot trust anything blindly with your eyes

Let me give you a perfect example here-

You have heard Donald Trump was shouting fake news, fake news

You have to research on those to know what exactly the fake news. When you are doing the research you have to make sure the tools you are using, you know everything about their company sources and political affiliation

Let me tell you something that you probably won't hear from most

Most occasions those who are championing the cause of fighting against fake news, have their own political agenda, it is because their political biased news isn't getting traction as much as they previously anticipated hence panic and rush to eliminate that naming it fake news

It works in both ways those who are against Trump and for Trump

So be very careful keeping all this in mind and remember every news organisations are biased

How do one counter that then?

Use Google search - reverse search tool (Remember neither Google nor Wikipedia is without any bias, so be very careful keeping all this in mind)

The only person that you can trust is yourself and your instinct, make sure you are following your instinct, if anything you find suspicious check and double check, remember so called fake news travel faster than original news as most often it is boring

Check the particular account that is spreading such news which you are suspecting to be little dicey. Check it's past activity, what is his political affiliation. Remember politics is everywhere, specially where someone is trying to be innocent :D

Don't absolutely believe anyone you met on social media, it's true not just these circumstances but everywhere else also. Remember stalking starts from here. A little sceptical goes long way here

When you are hearing a political news, don't believe completely from either sources of opposite spectrum, truth could be somewhere in between. However this is not a gospel truth either. So be careful about that as well

Keep an open mind, don't believe any conspiracy theory or propaganda, remember most effective propaganda doesn't sound like propaganda so be very careful about that

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Never In My Wildest Dreams

You came into my world like high beams on some two lane highway in the middle of a desert night; just as I lost the fight between thirty more miles and pulling over for a nap until sunrise. Fracturing my momentary dream into a million pieces of panic and surprise as your light burned through the lids of my eyes and your horn’s noise grabbed at nerves that shook my insides alive.

I remember the giant halo of your glow and light coming head on, the fog in my brain was overwhelming, as muscle memory spurred both hands and they registered on the wheel. My grasp was wrapped tight and pulled sharply, sending me into a wrenching swerve; a sudden desperate attempt to avoid our impending collision, as you careened head long my way. In the moments that came, I couldn’t tell if you were slowing or attempting to avoid the obstruction of my vehicle that had wondered into your lane. I only knew the fear as my life flashed before my frozen, bulging eyes. I felt my knuckles strain, threatening to rip flesh, as they pulled against the tension of my grasp on the wheel.

I remember feeling my knee slam under the dash as terror took me and I over compensated. With pang in knee, I stabbed my foot back down at the break. I remember the feeling of gravity shift as my vehicle began to swerve and my body flatten into the door panel as I began the fight to regain control of my vehicle, careening down that lonely highway.

I remember my body recognized and felt something I couldn’t have truly felt. At least something felt different, this specific time, than any other before or after. Both the fear of loosing control and this new feeling are forever linked somehow. It was something I felt as my shoulder pressed into the drivers side door panel: the feel of the gravel beneath my tires, not in the normal sense of peeling out, or hot rodding around a turn, or when you are navigating a gravel incline and a tire slips, spinning a bit. But, I remember feeling every, single, piece, of gravel, as my tires slid over them, like they were brail desperately attempting to be read by someone with an untrained hand.

And suddenly, I remember, I was fighting gravity to avoid being thrown into the empty passenger seat next to me; with the dutiful assistance of my seat belt I remained square in seat. By this point my perspiration was beading at my brow and my palms were slick and damp. The smell filling my nose was terrible: rubber skidding across tar and the metal chemical burn of clutch mixed with burning metallic fumes of locked, red hot breaks. The noxious smoke produced from the instant tire tread wear of tires attempting to grapple with the texture of pavement at sixty miles per hour and the dust thrown up from the narrow desert road was thick in the air as my vehicle began to spin violently. This must have been one of my wildest dreams.

Your tail lights passed by my view out the front windshield a few times before I came to a slow, lazy roll backwards, eventually coming to a halt on the pavement; vision now dizzy and disoriented. My motion had not stopped however. The spinning had turned my head into one of those twirling carnival rides and transformed my extremities into shaking nerve noodles, who’s vibration emanated from my core.

Regaining my composure, I found myself immediately worried about who I had almost collided with and what state they were in; my concern seemingly met with reply as your hazard lights lit up from the tail lights of your vehicle ahead. I remember blood pumping in my temples as I raced toward your vehicle, grateful to be alive, and grateful you were still on the road and in one piece as well. Closing the distance to your flashing hazards just hoping you were okay. I felt embarrassed and foolish for putting myself, and you, at risk not stopping a few miles back. I prayed you were not scared or upset with me. Not knowing what to expect as I slowed to a jog nearing your vehicle, I took in the details of the multiple spins my vehicle completed as it whipped round and round directly down the center of the highway. I took in the sight of fresh tread on the pavement left by my tires, scrawled like a signature of some artist signing their work of near miss.

I remember as I looked up again to where your vehicle had come to a stop, that you too where now running my direction. As we approached each other I could tell we both did a quick visual assessment of each other, our vehicles, the tire tread scrawl on the road. We asked each other if the other was okay and learned no harm had come to the other other than shaken nerves and a bit of embarrassment on my part.

I remember hearing your laugh for the first time as we sat on the side of that highway in the middle of the night and lost track of time. We talked about everything, and nothing, as we watched the stars and smiled at each other honestly. Morning came faster than either of us expected announcing it’s a rival gloriously. The sunrise was exceptionally beautiful that morning. As we peacefully watched, finally pausing in conversation for the first time since we met, we took in it’s orange, blue, yellow, and pink shifting colors sharing glances at each other now and then, smiles and blushing cheeks as we did.

As the morning sun’s heat set upon our skin and the brightness of the desert view began to become overwhelming you turned to me with a smile. I remember taking your business card and the electricity fire through my fingertips as our hands touched for the first time.

Your touch felt so exotic then, like some distant land I had read a million books about and knew every detail of but had only learned from in the texts written in those pages. I imagine I looked like an adventurer, captivated and in awe, as they stepped of an old steam engine train onto a new landscape. Amusing the locals watching a new traveler standing starstruck seeing, smelling, and feeling the foreign environment they had read so much about but were only experiencing in person for the first time.

As I put your business card into my wallet, so many unknown feelings and pressing questions that I wanted to ask you were coming to my head fighting each other for place in line and internally pleading for one more second of your time. They were interrupted by one major new question I hadn’t considered so distracted by my internal conflict.

When would I would see you again? This question was followed by an even larger: Would I see you again? I was so caught off guard at their staggering weight I remember feeling intimidated by how much it meant to me. I chickened out. I didn’t ask and though in that moment didn’t know what to do with myself, or my shaken emotions, as we said our good byes.

Before you turned to depart I managed to make sure you too had my number and awkwardly, shuffled back, half facing you, half trying to walk away. I could tell you noticed in the words your smile always seemed to hold.

I remember you driving away and the stress I felt realizing we were going in opposite directions for the first time since we met and how something immediately felt missing in my world. I remember kicking myself not wanting to end up just some guy who you met and called you down the road or being just a story of a time you almost got hit head on by some guy in the middle a desert one night. A bit late, but just in time, I buckled my seat belt and decided not to become that guy. I threw my vehicle in drive and accelerated after you. Headed in your direction for the first time.

My heart raced as I drove fast to catch up to your vehicle once again and as I pulled up behind you, obnoxiously got your attention with my horn and the flashing of my lights. I couldn’t believe I had chased after you like a crazy! What would you think of this? Was I crazy?

As you stepped out of your vehicle your beauty was staggering and I confidently acknowledged, almost applauded myself; I had made the right decision. I jogged up to you on the pavement of that two lane highway and blurted out “When will I see you again?!”. Your laugh told me everything as it often did, I would learn.

I canceling my plans, my new job would have to wait, or I’d find a new one when I got to my destination. I suddenly had you placed at the center of my life’s main screen and didn’t for one second consider what else was on outside in my periphery. Everything seemed like it mattered just a little bit less than the focus my mind found when trained on you. I spent the day with you, headed in your direction. We played, both lost in the world together, on a new adventure, and loving every moment of it.

By that evening I was already in love, and knew it as for the first time I watched the sunset reflect forever in your eyes. I will never in my wildest dreams forget your smile when I admitted my love to you as we watched those stars again, together, that second night.

I also remember how we really met, and this isn’t it! Not even close! But it sure could have been. I mean, some things are similar to how we met all those years ago. You do remember don’t you?

The night we first met we were hurling in each other’s direction at a million miles per hour and barely missed colliding. That near miss put us into permanent dance as we orbited each other - dancing in and out of each other’s life, always friends, lovers, strangers, family; whatever we needed to be for the other at that specific moment in time. The first night we met I knew I had met the most amazing woman and I couldn’t believe that I had finally found you; never in my wildest dreams did I think you were really out there.

We did watch the stars and talked until the sun came up. We also spent the next day playing together and I really did watch the sunset reflect forever in your eyes. I did fall in love with you, only immediately, almost at first sight.

My love switch flipped the very moment you said “Hiiii” that way you did. Your mysterious brown eyes - strands coloring them wonderful, as your cheeks smiled for days. They reached into me latching onto my heart and I did not resist the comfort of your grasp. There was just something so familiar in the way you drew me in and made a place for me in your world. I felt like I had seen this smile of yours before somewhere and it belonged right after that “Hiiii”, and right in front of me. There was also something so familiar in the way you said my name, always smiling, you giggled a lot more back then.

I chased after you and that smile, following the echoes of that giggle from that moment on without any regret and loved every moment you chased me back laughing as we played. I remember how grateful I was getting to know you, and how grateful I always will be to have spent all the moments we shared through the years, building our story. The rest of that story and how we really first met is ours. A story to be remembered another time I think.


I remember the many other things that are similar in the story I have told but happened completely differently, to a completely different moment, in a completely different part of our story that I’d like to share in this letter to you. I think it is supposed to help...telling you these things, we always shared our deepest feelings with each other and It’s hard holding them all by myself. I’m working on it, love, I promised. Writing these letters to you and the chapters of our time together contained within.
In this part of our story, the true part of this story, and part of our chapters I’m sharing in this letter is a moment where I remember a collision that happened head on and it all started with a phone call.

I remember we were both asleep at the wheel and wholly unprepared as I raced down the highway to you. I remember how sudden the impact came after I reached your side. I remember the pain and jarring as your light in my world, that light that engulfed my vision completely, was in a moment no longer present. I remember my confusion as my momentum came to a complete, and immediate, stop. I remember that I didn’t even have time to scream or brace myself as everything in my world shattered in a devastating explosion and all it’s shiny pieces showered into the air around me. I remember that I didn’t even have both hands on the wheel as my life turned upside down. I remember that there was no seat belt to fasten me in as my breath choked in my throat, stalled, as if suspended mid air.

I remember the look, taste, sound, smell, touch, and feeling of every, single, thing, in that hospital room. I remember the smell of my tears in your hair. I remember how soft your skin was and that your fingernails were not painted like they normally were as I held your hand. I remember the feeling of my nerves as they achieved complete pandaemonium within me. I remember I was trembling as I struggled to breath between crying, then breathing, then crying, tasting the snot running from my nose mixed with the salt that clung to my face as I sat at your side. I remember hearing the sobs in the room as your heart rate monitor stopped blinking. I remember that exact moment you left me. I remember all of the feelings I felt at that moment as my emotions burned deep within and imprinted them as if by brand, permanently emblazoned on my soul. I remember not having the words for them then and I still do not have words for them now.

I remember every single detail, reflected in the pieces of my world as they crashed to the polished surface of the tiny room’s grey and white checkered tile floor. I remember that for the first time in a long time we were no longer running toward each other, or in the same direction together, and you weren’t there to make sure I was okay. I remember praying that you would be okay but my heart didn’t hear the echo of yours anymore to be sure. I remember hoping you were not lonely just minutes after you left and began crying: differently, because I didn’t know how to be there for you like I promised I always would be. I remember wanting so badly to chase after you, especially in the months that followed your funeral to keep that promise I made. I remember wanting to make sure you weren’t alone and be by your side as you took off on this new adventure to make sure you got under way okay. I remember trying to lighten my mood and joke about you making a new friend jealous, telling them about a guy that loved you unconditionally in another life. But, I remembered I could not chase you this time; I couldn’t be there to hold you if you happened to fall in love with him and he broke your heart. There was no catching up to you minutes down the road, just to see your smile again and hear you laugh at me for being silly. There was no way to pick you up off the ground and piece your heart back together with pieces of mine if it was broken this time.

I can only hope you receive all the letters like this one and that you are able to answer my call when I get home. We can meet in the middle of some two lane highway in the clouds, talking about life down below, or everything, or nothing, and laugh at the concept of time.

I can’t wait for that moment I see you again and we can remember all the years since the night we first met and remind each other how that story really went. I want so badly to be reminded exactly how it feels seeing the sunset reflect forever in your eyes like I used to.

I remember you every single day and wrote this letter to remind you: that more than anything, I patiently wait to learn how we finish our story, because never in my wildest dreams, could these stars be as beautiful as I remember, all those moments, I spent watching them with you.

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2 Years of Nojoto Can you write a patriotic story?

This question was asked to me on Quora which is a social media app for asking questions and getting answers

Read the answer below

PRAKASH:

……………….

Year 1958 somewhere between Peshawar and Rawalpindi in Pakistan-

In some Pakistani school-

“Did you see that triple hundred scored by Hanif Mahamad?”

“Absolutely. He is a God”

“I wish I can bat like him one day”

“Stupid. First you need to register yourself to a cricket coaching camp”

“How do I do that? My father is labourer. He works for Khan saab. My father can't afford that. He barely puts foods on the table. It's a pipe dream which never going to be real”

(Silent crying)

“Don't be sad Prakash. When there's a will there's a way”

Couple of years later in Karachi-

“Alam Sir, I want to play cricket”

“Hmm. What is your name?”

“Prakash Sharma”

“Hindu!!! Wow!! I never thought I would see one in Pakistan!! Why are you people even here? Go back to your fucking Hindustan”

“You mean India!?”

“Yeah, whatever fancy name British gave. It will be always Hindustan to us. The point is Indians can't play cricket. Indians are lazy, idiots and unathletic superstitious dirty people. And you want to be a cricketer?!? Go be cobbler or something. That's more practical. Stupid Hindus”

Poor Prakash was broken hearted. He sat under one tree and cried his heart out.

When he went to his home, he saw his mother was quarreling with his father-

“If you send Asha to marry that bearded mullah. I will kill myself. He is old and already have five wives. Are you even human anymore?”

“You don't understand Shanti, we need money desperately. I can't carry this family anymore. He promised to give me 100 Pakistani rupees. Can you imagine 100 Pakistani rupees!!? That's a lot. They have money. Asha would be all right”

“You are selling your daughter”

“Yeah, what are the our options? No. Tell me Shanti. What is our option? We barely have any Hindus anymore after partion. Those who are here either begging or doing some slave job in Hyderabad. Asha would be okay marrying the Khan saab”

Prakash was already sad. He couldn't take this anymore. He went into his room and shut the door.

5 years later-

One morning-

Prakash was preparing to go in the paddy field as usual. Suddenly, he heard his old mother was crying.

“What happened?”

“They killed Asha. She wasn't young anymore. So they killed her after torturing her for so many years. They even sold her daughter to nearby ‘bayt daeara' (Brothel)”

Poor Prakash was feeling so helpless. He went to that bayt daeara to look for her niece.

But it was already too late. He found out that she was already sold to a Suadi Arabian theatre group. And they already were gone from Pakistan.

Poor Prakash thought at first to kill himself. Then he just bought a cheap wine from local illegal shop and got hammered.

He woke up hearing a lady voice.

“Bastard!! Get the hell out of here. Look he is sleeping here as if he owns the place”

(A lot of lady laughter)

Prakash was hung over from last night so he could barely see what was going on. He got up somehow. His head was still spinning.

He sat beside a nearby tree and again went to sleep. When he woke up, he heard a female crying voice. It was night time. He realised that he slept the whole day.

He went to look for the crying voice. He found one hole in one of the rooms where from the sound was coming. He peeked through the hole and he saw one guy in expensive salwar kameez was beating up one girl. He forced himself onto her.

Prakash could not watch anymore. He puked all over the place.

One hour later-

He again peeked through the hole and saw that the girl was still crying.

“Hey, behan (sister), do you want to get out of here?”

Girl was shocked.

“No. Who are you? Get out of there. If they saw you talking to me, they will kill you”

“Don't worry about me. I am coming from Punjab. I can take you out of here very easily. Now do you want to or not?”

“Why should I trust you? You are peeking through a hole?”

“Let's be honest, how much dangerous I can be, you are already going through hell everyday here”

“I don't know….”

“Don't think, just do it. We don't know when the guards would come back. I can't help you then”

“How do I get out of here?”

“Just jump from the window. I will catch you”

She did and Prakash managed to catch her.

But there was obviously sound. And guards were awakening.

“Come on, we don't have time. Let's run. We have to reach the station before they catch us”

While running both of them were hearing guard's realisation that one of their girl escaped.

They got on one compartment of a train. But the problem was that train wasn't moving.

“Saab, why the train isn't moving”

“Are you not from here? This train takes time to leave the station”

She was scared.

“Guards will be here and they will catch us and kill us”

“Shut up. Don't make any sound. It would be wise not to create any attention towards us”

One longest and insufferable hours passed-

Guards were searching through the station. They were searching all the trains including the one they were on. They were almost about to search their compartment. Both of them were sitting without taking any breath almost.

Suddenly, train started to move and leaved the station.

It was huge relief for both of them. They almost felt as if they were born again.

“What is your name?”

“Nusrat for now”

“What do you mean for now?”

“I was a hindu. They took me from home one night. And from then on I was living in that hell hole. I can't remember my actual name anymore”

“My name is Prakash Sharma. I will call you Archana from now on”

“Okay. Prakash ji. But where are we going?”

“My home”

When they reached their home and talked to Shanti and told her everything-

“What did you do? Now where do I keep her? I understand that you feel bad for the girl. But we can't keep her here. What will the neighbor say? Already there's a lot of social isolation because we are hindu. All kinds of things people say about us every other day. Now you bring her from bayt daeara!! I mean bayt daeara!!! You have lost your head”

“Just look at her eyes, mother. Just look at her innocent eyes and tell me that I didn't do the right thing”

Shanti could not hold herself back looking at sad innocent eyes of Archana. Both of them started to cry on each other shoulder.

Archana stayed there as Prakash's fake wife. Their relationship was just that. They never even spent in one room together.

Few months later-

People started to talk. One hindu nosy neighbour started to suspect something.

One day police came. They started to ask all kinds of questions about Archana.

Prakash managed to convince them otherwise. But police didn't look totally convinced.

Prakash realised that their nosy neighbour did this. When he confronted them about this.

“Sorry, Prakash, we live in good neighborhood. We don't want any unwanted attention here. It is always better to stay the good side of police”

Prakash was about give them his hard piece of mind but then he saw one of the police was talking to one of the guards from that bayt daeara in their police car.

He realised that there was no point arguing.

He came to Shanti and told her everything.

“Oh my god! What do we do now? Your father passed away. We just used to have both of us. Now because of Archana, we about to lose everything”

“I don't see that we have much options, mother. We have to escape to India. That is our only chance”

“What are you saying? How is it possible?”

“I have one friend in Lahore who illegally sell cows to India from border area. He has an understanding with the Pakistani border guards. I believe he can get us passed. We are childhood friend. He won't even take any money from us”

Archana heard everything.

“Thank you so much for everything. But it's time I return back to wherever I came from. I knew this won't last long. I can't put your family though anymore trouble because of me”

“What are you talking about, Archana? I didn't rescue you from that place to further sent you there. No, we are leaving Pakistan. I don't know where we would end up in India. But it would be better than Pakistan any day. I don't want to hear any negetivity from you”

“But why are you taking so many chances because of me? Is only because pity?”

“It was initially like that. But now I can't think my family without you”

“And why is that? What am I to you?”

“Someone close”

“Is that worth to take all this risk?”

“Absolutely”

Shanti was listening to both of their conversation. And last conversation put a smile on her face.

She was thinking, “These two don't even know that they like each other”

That night-

“What is going on, Prakash? Why your whole family is here?”

“Ali bhai, my friend, we are in serious trouble. We need to leave Pakistan immediately. Please help bhai. We will give you everything we have”

“No. No. Money isn't an issue. It's just that there has been more security tightening on the border than before. You know Kashmir issue has made everything more tensed between Hindustan and Pakistan. Cow smuggling is one thing but human!? It's completely different and risky. Let's see what I can do”

“Thank you so much bhai”

In India Pakistan border-

“I just talked to the border guards. They told me we just have one minute. If anyone sees us, we will be shot to death. Sorry, my friend. I can't help more than that”

“You have done so much already. I will always be grateful to you, my friend”

“Hey, you never know I might also settle in India in the future. The way things are regressing in Pakistan. Anything is possible”

“Absolutely, bhai. Absolutely”

All these rush made Shanti's old heart pumping. She realised that she was having heart attack.

“Prakash, you two go. I can't anymore. My heart is in tremendous pain”

“You have given birth to me, mother, I will never leave you. I will carry you on my shoulder, mother. Come quickly Archana”

But the road was too dangerous to carry Shanti. Prakash fall down crossing the border. Suddenly, bullets came flying in like rain.

One of the bullets took the head off Shanti.

Archana was about to shout through sheer shock but Prakash blocked her mouth with his hands and jumped across the border together leaving Shanti's dead body behind.

After getting close to Indian military camp, they both went unconscious because of all the stress and anxiety.

One day later-

Archana woke up.

“You finally woke up. I was starting to get worried. We are safe. I talked to Indian army, they are taking us to Delhi”

One Indian solder came.

“My name is lietenant Saeed Khan of Indian army. I have heard everything from Prakash. You are really brave and extremely lucky to be alive. I just talked my superiors and they have talked to the home minister. You are going to be awarded in Delhi. Your stories are all over the newspapers. Everyone is cheering your name in India. Wait for a big welcome in Delhi”

Prakash said, “Thank you so much Saab but we just want some peace and quiet place to stay.”

…………………………………………………………………………

Mordern day some where in India-

A laud cheer was going on in the press conference

One journalist asked, “Mr Rahul Sharma, today you are the captain of Indian cricket team. Best cricketer in the whole world. Some are even saying that you are the all time best ever. You are the most popular cricketer today. Yet we didn't know anything about your family past. How did you manage to keep this tragic yet such interesting past secret?”

Rahul Sharma replied, “I also didn't know anything about my great grandfather Prakash Sharma's struggle. Until few years ago in our old house I found the diary of my grand father's father who wrote this after hearing from his mother Archana Sharma. I then decided to publish this book. I had to share this with everyone”

(Another loud clapping sound was going on)

THE END

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PRAKASH:

……………….

Year 1958 somewhere between Peshawar and Rawalpindi in Pakistan-

In some Pakistani school-

“Did you see that triple hundred scored by Hanif Mahamad?”

“Absolutely. He is a God”

“I wish I can bat like him one day”

“Stupid. First you need to register yourself to a cricket coaching camp”

“How do I do that? My father is labourer. He works for Khan saab. My father can't afford that. He barely puts foods on the table. It's a pipe dream which never going to be real”

(Silent crying)

“Don't be sad Prakash. When there's a will there's a way”

Couple of years later in Karachi-

“Alam Sir, I want to play cricket”

“Hmm. What is your name?”

“Prakash Sharma”

“Hindu!!! Wow!! I never thought I would see one in Pakistan!! Why are you people even here? Go back to your fucking Hindustan”

“You mean India!?”

“Yeah, whatever fancy name British gave. It will be always Hindustan to us. The point is Indians can't play cricket. Indians are lazy, idiots and unathletic superstitious dirty people. And you want to be a cricketer?!? Go be cobbler or something. That's more practical. Stupid Hindus”

Poor Prakash was broken hearted. He sat under one tree and cried his heart out.

When he went to his home, he saw his mother was quarreling with his father-

“If you send Asha to marry that bearded mullah. I will kill myself. He is old and already have five wives. Are you even human anymore?”

“You don't understand Shanti, we need money desperately. I can't carry this family anymore. He promised to give me 100 Pakistani rupees. Can you imagine 100 Pakistani rupees!!? That's a lot. They have money. Asha would be all right”

“You are selling your daughter”

“Yeah, what are the our options? No. Tell me Shanti. What is our option? We barely have any Hindus anymore after partion. Those who are here either begging or doing some slave job in Hyderabad. Asha would be okay marrying the Khan saab”

Prakash was already sad. He couldn't take this anymore. He went into his room and shut the door.

5 years later-

One morning-

Prakash was preparing to go in the paddy field as usual. Suddenly, he heard his old mother was crying.

“What happened?”

“They killed Asha. She wasn't young anymore. So they killed her after torturing her for so many years. They even sold her daughter to nearby ‘bayt daeara' (Brothel)”

Poor Prakash was feeling so helpless. He went to that bayt daeara to look for her niece.

But it was already too late. He found out that she was already sold to a Suadi Arabian theatre group. And they already were gone from Pakistan.

Poor Prakash thought at first to kill himself. Then he just bought a cheap wine from local illegal shop and got hammered.

He woke up hearing a lady voice.

“Bastard!! Get the hell out of here. Look he is sleeping here as if he owns the place”

(A lot of lady laughter)

Prakash was hung over from last night so he could barely see what was going on. He got up somehow. His head was still spinning.

He sat beside a nearby tree and again went to sleep. When he woke up, he heard a female crying voice. It was night time. He realised that he slept the whole day.

He went to look for the crying voice. He found one hole in one of the rooms where from the sound was coming. He peeked through the hole and he saw one guy in expensive salwar kameez was beating up one girl. He forced himself onto her.

Prakash could not watch anymore. He puked all over the place.

One hour later-

He again peeked through the hole and saw that the girl was still crying.

“Hey, behan (sister), do you want to get out of here?”

Girl was shocked.

“No. Who are you? Get out of there. If they saw you talking to me, they will kill you”

“Don't worry about me. I am coming from Punjab. I can take you out of here very easily. Now do you want to or not?”

“Why should I trust you? You are peeking through a hole?”

“Let's be honest, how much dangerous I can be, you are already going through hell everyday here”

“I don't know….”

“Don't think, just do it. We don't know when the guards would come back. I can't help you then”

“How do I get out of here?”

“Just jump from the window. I will catch you”

She did and Prakash managed to catch her.

But there was obviously sound. And guards were awakening.

“Come on, we don't have time. Let's run. We have to reach the station before they catch us”

While running both of them were hearing guard's realisation that one of their girl escaped.

They got on one compartment of a train. But the problem was that train wasn't moving.

“Saab, why the train isn't moving”

“Are you not from here? This train takes time to leave the station”

She was scared.

“Guards will be here and they will catch us and kill us”

“Shut up. Don't make any sound. It would be wise not to create any attention towards us”

One longest and insufferable hours passed-

Guards were searching through the station. They were searching all the trains including the one they were on. They were almost about to search their compartment. Both of them were sitting without taking any breath almost.

Suddenly, train started to move and leaved the station.

It was huge relief for both of them. They almost felt as if they were born again.

“What is your name?”

“Nusrat for now”

“What do you mean for now?”

“I was a hindu. They took me from home one night. And from then on I was living in that hell hole. I can't remember my actual name anymore”

“My name is Prakash Sharma. I will call you Archana from now on”

“Okay. Prakash ji. But where are we going?”

“My home”

When they reached their home and talked to Shanti and told her everything-

“What did you do? Now where do I keep her? I understand that you feel bad for the girl. But we can't keep her here. What will the neighbor say? Already there's a lot of social isolation because we are hindu. All kinds of things people say about us every other day. Now you bring her from bayt daeara!! I mean bayt daeara!!! You have lost your head”

“Just look at her eyes, mother. Just look at her innocent eyes and tell me that I didn't do the right thing”

Shanti could not hold herself back looking at sad innocent eyes of Archana. Both of them started to cry on each other shoulder.

Archana stayed there as Prakash's fake wife. Their relationship was just that. They never even spent in one room together.

Few months later-

People started to talk. One hindu nosy neighbour started to suspect something.

One day police came. They started to ask all kinds of questions about Archana.

Prakash managed to convince them otherwise. But police didn't look totally convinced.

Prakash realised that their nosy neighbour did this. When he confronted them about this.

“Sorry, Prakash, we live in good neighborhood. We don't want any unwanted attention here. It is always better to stay the good side of police”

Prakash was about give them his hard piece of mind but then he saw one of the police was talking to one of the guards from that bayt daeara in their police car.

He realised that there was no point arguing.

He came to Shanti and told her everything.

“Oh my god! What do we do now? Your father passed away. We just used to have both of us. Now because of Archana, we about to lose everything”

“I don't see that we have much options, mother. We have to escape to India. That is our only chance”

“What are you saying? How is it possible?”

“I have one friend in Lahore who illegally sell cows to India from border area. He has an understanding with the Pakistani border guards. I believe he can get us passed. We are childhood friend. He won't even take any money from us”

Archana heard everything.

“Thank you so much for everything. But it's time I return back to wherever I came from. I knew this won't last long. I can't put your family though anymore trouble because of me”

“What are you talking about, Archana? I didn't rescue you from that place to further sent you there. No, we are leaving Pakistan. I don't know where we would end up in India. But it would be better than Pakistan any day. I don't want to hear any negetivity from you”

“But why are you taking so many chances because of me? Is only because pity?”

“It was initially like that. But now I can't think my family without you”

“And why is that? What am I to you?”

“Someone close”

“Is that worth to take all this risk?”

“Absolutely”

Shanti was listening to both of their conversation. And last conversation put a smile on her face.

She was thinking, “These two don't even know that they like each other”

That night-

“What is going on, Prakash? Why your whole family is here?”

“Ali bhai, my friend, we are in serious trouble. We need to leave Pakistan immediately. Please help bhai. We will give you everything we have”

“No. No. Money isn't an issue. It's just that there has been more security tightening on the border than before. You know Kashmir issue has made everything more tensed between Hindustan and Pakistan. Cow smuggling is one thing but human!? It's completely different and risky. Let's see what I can do”

“Thank you so much bhai”

In India Pakistan border-

“I just talked to the border guards. They told me we just have one minute. If anyone sees us, we will be shot to death. Sorry, my friend. I can't help more than that”

“You have done so much already. I will always be grateful to you, my friend”

“Hey, you never know I might also settle in India in the future. The way things are regressing in Pakistan. Anything is possible”

“Absolutely, bhai. Absolutely”

All these rush made Shanti's old heart pumping. She realised that she was having heart attack.

“Prakash, you two go. I can't anymore. My heart is in tremendous pain”

“You have given birth to me, mother, I will never leave you. I will carry you on my shoulder, mother. Come quickly Archana”

But the road was too dangerous to carry Shanti. Prakash fall down crossing the border. Suddenly, bullets came flying in like rain.

One of the bullets took the head off Shanti.

Archana was about to shout through sheer shock but Prakash blocked her mouth with his hands and jumped across the border together leaving Shanti's dead body behind.

After getting close to Indian military camp, they both went unconscious because of all the stress and anxiety.

One day later-

Archana woke up.

“You finally woke up. I was starting to get worried. We are safe. I talked to Indian army, they are taking us to Delhi”

One Indian solder came.

“My name is lietenant Saeed Khan of Indian army. I have heard everything from Prakash. You are really brave and extremely lucky to be alive. I just talked my superiors and they have talked to the home minister. You are going to be awarded in Delhi. Your stories are all over the newspapers. Everyone is cheering your name in India. Wait for a big welcome in Delhi”

Prakash said, “Thank you so much Saab but we just want some peace and quiet place to stay.”

…………………………………………………………………………

Mordern day some where in India-

A laud cheer was going on in the press conference

One journalist asked, “Mr Rahul Sharma, today you are the captain of Indian cricket team. Best cricketer in the whole world. Some are even saying that you are the all time best ever. You are the most popular cricketer today. Yet we didn't know anything about your family past. How did you manage to keep this tragic yet such interesting past secret?”

Rahul Sharma replied, “I also didn't know anything about my great grandfather Prakash Sharma's struggle. Until few years ago in our old house I found the diary of my grand father's father who wrote this after hearing from his mother Archana Sharma. I then decided to publish this book. I had to share this with everyone”

(Another loud clapping sound was going on)

THE END

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If Shazam (DC comics) had a Hindu Patheon, what Gods would be there to provide similar powers and fulfill the acronym
S-H-A-Z-A-M?

How about a story instead of typical answer? :D

Let's make it DC comics proof :D

If I make a movie script out of this-

Things will be like this-

This will be in DC universe in India-

The name of the movie will be - Shazam The Rise of Captain Marvel

Bilu Bains (14–15 years old) was an orphan growing up in mordern day Gujarat.

Growing up, just like any other Indian, he was a crazy fan of Cricket.

And being in the DC universe, of course Superheroes.

He was a crazy fan of SUPERMAN and secretly had a huge boyhood crush on Wonder Woman.

His orphan house was named Happy Home.

One day, a girl named Priyanka Bagri joined their orphan.

She was very beautiful and cute.

All the boys (including Bilu) were lining up to impress her.

But Bilu was a very small boy compared to his peers of same age even compared to Priyanka (sadly :C)

Other boys make constant fun of his rather shorter stature

He was already insecured being an orphan and constant mocking from the others didn't help his cause either.

He became even more shy. As a result, he had no chance of getting Priyanka's attention

One day, Priyanka suddenly entered his room and found him kissing a Wonder Woman poster.

He was embarrassed out of his mind.

Priyanka was laughing her heart out.

Bilu quickly run away from there.

And he was crying sitting under a tree out of embarrassment, poor luck everything.

Suddenly, he saw a nearby temple of Krishna.

He went there to pray and said, “Why are you keeping me alive, God? I am such embarrassment to everyone and myself. Why couldn't you kill me, Bhagwan?”

Priest of the mandir (temple) said to him, “Don't worry boy, everyone has trouble, pray to the Krishna with open heart and pure mind, I am sure Krishna will respond”

One day, his neighbourhood uncle who worked in government survey office came to Bilu and said, “I have good news and bad news, I have found your parents”

Bilu was over the moon hearing such good news, he said, “Tell me more, Akash uncle, tell me more, I can't wait to meet them”

Akash uncle said with a sad face, “I am afraid Bilu, I have a bad news, your parents aren't alive, their names were Vikas and Preeti Bains, both of them were a very renowned world famous archeologist, they went to a tour to Egypt and there they made a world famous discovery of the tomb 'Theo Adam', after that I don't know exactly what happened but your parents died, someone murdered your parents, I am afraid that mystery is still unsolved but the rumour is that it is more of an Superhero Supervillain stuff which means it is completely out of the hands of ordinary people like us, I am very very sorry, Bilu”

Bilu didn't say anything but ran away again and went behind the Krishna temple where nobody would go and he was crying.

Suddenly, he heard a noise of a foot steps, he looked back and saw Priyanka was coming this way. He quickly dried his eye water.

Priyanka said, “Bilu, everyone was looking for you everywhere and you are sitting here??? Are you crying? What happened?”

Bilu said, “Nothing, let's go”

Priyanka said, “No, tell me everything”

Bilu told her everything and cried on her shoulder for awhile.

A few days later, Bilu went to his birth parent's house, it was a big house in city area.

Akash uncle was talking with an attorney who was saying to him that if he could prove that Bilu was their original son then Bilu would get everything their parents own according to the will.

Akash uncle was very excited hearing that as he was thinking how he could become Bilu's legal guardian lawfully as he knew Bilu from his childhood.

Bilu didn't mind since Akash uncle was the one who informed him about his parents.

The attorney said to Bilu that since he wasn't 18 yet so he won't get access to all the money that was the reason for a guardian.

Only thing he would get from his parents directly was their personal diary and an artifact.

Akash uncle was slightly hesitant giving it to him directly thinking it could be valuable but after seeing that it was just an lightning designed scarab of some kind of Egyptian symbol, he gave it to Bilu without any care.

After becoming a legal guardian of Bilu, Akash uncle became very increasingly angry and abusive towards Bilu.

Money completely changed Akash uncle

He used to get drunk every night and was becoming very bad mood every night, some days he used to directly bring prostitute to Bilu's home.

Bilu could not put up with this abuse any more when one day Akash uncle was trying to beat him, he took a Cricket bat a bashed in his head.

Akash uncle just fall flat on the ground and blood was coming out of his head.

Bilu was tremendously shocked realising what he did.

He quickly ran away from the house and just running and running without realising where he was exactly going.

Suddenly, he saw everything was dark around him and he was outside of a purana mandir (old temple).

He was shaking with fear imagining the worst.

Suddenly, he heard a voice.

Bilu was even more scared.

But that voice was telling him not to be scared in a very reassuring tone and to get inside the temple.

Bilu became more confident and less fearful hearing that reassuring tone.

When he entered the temple he saw various old status of Durga, Brahma, Kali, Shiva, Natraj, Ganesha, Hanuman etc basically various Hindu Gods.

He suddenly saw an old man with a long white beard smiling at him and said, “Don't be afraid Bilu, nothing to be afraid, this is God's place, no harm will happen to you here”

Bilu asked, “Who are you? And why am I here? And how?”

Old man said with a smile, “That's becuase I wanted you to come here, my name is Champion, I have been called in various names in various parts of the world, in this part of the world, I am known as Vishwa”

Bilu asked, “What? I thought you died in War of Mahabharata”

Old man said, “Ha, ha, it's much more complicated than that but my past isn't important here, I am protector of this world for a long long time, I have been blessed by various Gods in the past, I have been to various places, I have given powers to various men so that they take on this mentle after me but unfortunately some of them didn't work very well, specially the last one, that's why I was looking for a suitable candidate for a long time very very carefully, I believe you are that candidate, Bilu”

Bilu said, “What's that? I don't understand!!!! But anyway it doesn't matter because I am a faulty individual, I just killed my guardian, I am pretty sure I am going to hell”

Old man laughed hard and said, “Ha, ha, Bilu, nothing like that, nothing like that, your uncle is in hospital, he is not dead, he is severely injured, probably have concussion but not dead, you have nothing to worry, he deserved that, that's what called 'Karma', I have chosen you because you grew up in poverty, still you possess such good heart, you are compassionate to other people, you know adversity, you are mocked everyday for your poor luck yet you didn't go bad, that is the sign of pure heart of somebody who could handle such godly power”

Bilu said, “But I am just a boy what can I do when Steppenwolf will attack earth, I am not SUPERMAN, I can't save the world like Superheroes like him”

Old man again laughed hard and said, “Oh! Bilu, Billu, such innocence!! Ha, ha, you have been awarded with the power of almighty Shiva with infinite strength and wisdom, you have the power of immortality of Hanuman, with the tactical fighting techniques and skills of Arjuna, with speed and flight powers of Zaruda, with the power of invulnerability of Ardra, with the mystical and shape shifting power of Mohini, and with their acronym when you uttered the word 'Shazam' (S.H.A.Z.A.M), you will become all powerful Captain Marvel aka Shazam aka the new Champion”

Bilu said, “Wow, it's just mind blowing, Should I say then Shazam?”

And then and there he quickly became a big muscular dude.

Bilu said, “What happened? I don't feel any difference”

Old man said with a smile, “Look at that broken glass”

Suddenly, Bilu saw himself in an orange, white and green costume with a big huge muscular Man's body”

Bilu said, “Wow, that is me!!!! Wow, I look very intimidating, I look very bad ass but costume is slightly meh but I can work with that”

Suddenly, Bilu saw himself flying.

He said to the oldman, “Sir, I can't control these powers, good bye then I guess”

He heard that the old man was laughing

After some time, he started to control his flight powers and he came towards his old orphan house.

And saw a bulldozer was trying to destroy their old orphan house.

Some promoter was trying to build an shopping mall there.

Everybody was crying as his paid thugs were controlling them in the gun point.

One thug slapped Priyanka after she tried to released herself from his grip.

Bilu could not stop himself anymore, he flew there and landed infront of them slightly embarrassingly.

Bilu said to himself, “That was embarrassing, I need more practice in my landing”

Bilu said to the thugs, “Stop, what you are doing now, these children don't have any place to live, if you want this land at least give them a good place to live”

One of them said, “Who are you supposed to be? Another one of those SUPERMAN wannabe, don't you heroes have more important things to attend? Get out of here, even police are with us, noone will say anything against us”

Shazam said, “I am going to stop you, just because you guys twisting the law with your intimidation, it's not going to work here”

One of them laughed and said, “Another costume joker who takes himself seriously, let's show him his place”

But he could not move an inch Shazam

Shazam said with a chuckle, “Something troubling you, man?”

He said, “Wow, what do you eat, man? You are freakishly strong”

Shazam said with smile, “A lot of green vegetables and exercise, you should try it sometime”

Another thug said, “He is making fun of us, let's end this drama by shooting him”

But to their surprise, “All the bullets were deflecting Shazam”

They were panicked and said, “What is he made of? Shit!!!”

Another one said, “Let's squash him” in saying this he drove the bulldozer over Shazam but to their surprise the front side of bulldozer completely destroyed in the clash.

Shazam picked up the bulldozer and said with a smile, “I think you should get off the vehicle, man”

The driver jumped and ran away as quickly as possible.

Their leader was watching everything now, he said, “This is not a fun and game, so you are invincible, but these people are not” in saying this he took and machine gun and fired over the people and Bilu's friends.

To their surprise, they saw a blur moved very quickly infront of them and suddenly it stopped and they saw Shazam was standing infront of them with handful of bullets.

Shazam said to him, “Now, you are pissing me off”

All the thugs were running away as quickly as possible as if their lives were in the line.

Priyanka asked to Shazam, “Who are you? What is your name?”

Shazam said, “Call me the new Champion, the new Superhero, the protector of the earth”

Everybody was cheering his name and laughing and dancing and celebrating their victory against the gang.

Shazam, himself also joined them.

Suddenly, a guy in blue read cape appeared infront of them

Shazam shouted with delight and surprise, “WOW, SUPERMAN”

Superman said with a smile, “I was watching everything from sky, I heard everything, I was coming here to handle everything but then I saw you, you are very impressive, keep doing what you are doing, it makes my life slightly easier”

Shazam said, “Thanks SUPERMAN for your compliment, I am a huge fan of yours”

Superman said with a smile, “For the things that I have seen today, I might become your fan too”

When SUPERMAN was about to fly, Shazam said, “Will you introduce me to the other Justice leaguers?”

Superman said, “Certainly, one day”

Shazam said, “Wonder Woman?”

Superman said with a huge smile, “You liked her, didn't you? Okay, I will”

Shazam said, “You promised”

Superman said with shaking his head, “Ha, ha, next time” in saying this he flew away

Everybody was still cheering Shazam

It was getting very crowded.

Shazam also flew away behind that old Krishna temple and uttered the word 'Shazam' and transformed into Bilu again”

When he entered the Happy Home, he saw everyone was still cheering Shazam's name and comparing him with SUPERMAN.

Bilu said to them, “Voosh, this guy is a novice, SUPERMAN is SUPERMAN”

Priyanka said, “I don't know about that, the things that he did today, I would say he can beat even SUPERMAN”

A few days later-

Bilu was in his parent's house, he was looking at that artifact and thinking about how similar it looked to his Shazam costume's scarab, suddenly, that artifact became very very hot and he dropped it.

That artifact Buzzing and humming some Weird sounds.

It suddenly flew away.

Bilu quickly became Shazam and followed it by flying.

He was flying for a long time, as he crossed seas and oceans and mountains and deserts, he suddenly realised that he was in Egypt and infront of some old Egyptian tomb with similar sign like that artifact.

That artifact just went into one perfectly shaped position of that tomb and almost worked as key and opened the tomb's door.

He saw an old mummy lying there all covered with heavily bandaged.

Suddenly, he heard noise of the guards and Billu thought he probably broke some local laws by coming here without any permission.

So he flew away back to India.

In the meantime when local guards came there, they felt earth quake.

Then they saw the tomb's door was opened

They were scared as it was cursed area and it was the tomb of ‘THEO ADAM', THE BLACK ADAM OF EGYPTIAN KING.

Suddenly, they heard an weird humming sound coming from the mummy.

They got close to the mummy to look more clearly and that mummy suddenly came alive and took the head off that guard.

Other guards were panicking and was shooting towards it but to their disappointment nothing happened and it ript apart everyone of them one after another

And shouted with tremendous earth trembling anger -

S-H-A-Z-A-M

The movie should end here

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