Transport

January 4, 2010

This is a completely imaginary story. All characters, places, names of companies etc are completely fictional and bear no linkage with any entities in real life.

Chapter 1

Amit Pant stared unblinkingly at the ivory white ceiling. He did not recognize the place. He could barely move his neck and an array of medical instruments caught his gaze when he looked at one side. “Where am I?” Amit could not remember the last time he had fallen asleep. His hands and feet felt numb as if he had been sleeping forever. The last thing he could remember was crossing the road with a small backpack. He could not place where he remembered it from, but it felt like a dream played over and over again.

“Hey daddy, I am going to my office, see you in the evening,” Rohit called out to his dad just peering inside his dad’s bedroom. Just as he was about to go ahead with his routine, he stopped. He could not believe his eyes. His dad was actually looking at him, without any recognition of course, but nonetheless looking at him! Rohit carefully entered the room, keeping a constant eye contact with his father. “Daddy, can you see me? I am Rohit, I am your son.” Rohit wished to solicit a response, any response, from his father. As if reading his mind, Amit blinked his eyes. Rohit had never seen his father do that. He was dumbstruck at what this meant. He wanted to hug his father and tell him how long they had waited for this to happen. He wanted to tell his father that he was at their home; that his mom had taken care of him for all these 25 years without ever giving up on him. She had raised Rohit singlehandedly while also caring for Amit at the same time. And when Amit has finally woken up, she is not at home. Tears rolled down Rohit’s cheeks as he debated what to say to his father. “Welcome home, father!” he said finally, fighting the tears. “It has been 25 years since the accident that pushed you into coma, and you are back with us now. Mom has gone to Paris for a couple of days. I will call her and ask her to come home asap, but that will take some time.”

Chapter 2

Amit stared at the ceiling. It was about six thirty in the morning and the sun was just brushing the window sills. His wife Sujata was still asleep on her side of the bed. It had been a fantastic two months. Since Amit had first blinked out of coma, his recovery had been quick. He regained full consciousness and had to almost relearn how to move his body. Soon he regained his strength and could walk around the house and go about his daily chores without assistance.

Amit had been always against artificially extending life. On multiple occasions, he had also voiced this to his wife. His argument was that there was no meaning in keeping one’s heart beating just for the sake of it. Neither was the person aware of his existence, nor was he adding anything positive to the cumulative good of the world. He was just lying idle, taking up space and nutrition and doing nothing with it. It was a waste. To this, Sujata had always replied in the negative. She said that the advance of medical science was something to be taken benefit of. If the family could afford it, there is nothing wrong in having the faith that one day your loved one will wake up. Ironically, this faith was the reason why he was still alive. Of course, he had not added anything of value to the world during these years, but here he was, reborn and ready to kick.

But Amit had a lot of disturbing thoughts while he stared at the ceiling. The first was about coming at par with the new world. A lot had changed and he did not know if he was yet ready for it. The other and more disturbing thought was that philosophically he did not understand why he had come back. He completely lacked the sense of purpose. What was his job in this new world? What was he supposed to do? It was not so earlier. He had a good job at an internationally acclaimed company in robotics and had a beautiful wife and had been happily living in a large house. He had targets to meet at his office and he knew what array of new robots was scheduled to come out in the next few years. He understood his role in this larger scheme of things and was contended at it. Nothing was the same now. In fact, everything was so different that people these days even had different names for everyday things.

Then again, there was a disturbing thing about what Rohit had told him a few days ago. There was an entire generation of new transports available to man. No longer was fossil fuel used to run vehicles. Petroleum had become so scarce that everyone was forced to embrace this new technology; turning a deaf ear to common caution.

“How could they allow such a thing?” he thought. “Caution is important – very important. How do they expect to control things if anything got out of hand? How do you pull the plug on living creatures? It was fine if these things were just in the laboratory.” But apparently they were everywhere on the street. They were with every person, with every child on the planet. He was shocked when Rohit had first mentioned their existence. He felt as if it was a Hollywood movie plot, not real life.

Chapter 3

“The fuel that humans used previously was about to be exhausted,” Amit recalled what Rohit had tried to explain. “We required something else. Something that was sustainable. It was not likely that these people would repeat the mistake that the previous generations did during their choice of fuels. Whatever was to be chosen should remain viable till eternity.” Amit remembered having thought that nothing would remain till eternity. Rohit had corrected himself saying that this new kind of fuel would at least be available till humans existed. Rohit had continued, “During the same time, it became technologically possible to create new kind of species. And this was a boon. In his epic paper about intelligent vehicles, Kumar Shastry came up with the idea that we could create an organism that would provide the best kind of transport to a person as he became older. So when a baby is born, the parents also buy a toy – albeit a living one. This living toy will be a pram to the baby while it is little. Then it will become a tricycle then a bicycle and then a faster motorcycle and finally a car.” Rohit’s eyes had brightened up when he mentioned the last line. “This is a great thing expect that we are creating a new living species that did not really evolve for living on this earth. Instead, it was being forced on the earth and that was not a good thing at all.” Amit had complained. Of that, Amit was completely sure. Something that did not evolve here was not fit to live here. God would have created these creatures if they were expected to be on the earth. Otherwise, it was just not the right thing to do. How did the animal activists accept it was beyond Amit. He had never thought very highly of these activists, but in such things, he felt their intervention could have been valid and better for the well being of everyone. The activists should have made themselves useful in this case. He now had renewed displeasure against these people. But then again he remembered what his son had told him. It must have been very difficult times for everyone. Fuel was running out and some solution was required real fast. And these living creatures with their biological tummies were a very good solution; some kind of a God-send. These creatures, they were called L-transport, ate vegetables and other cooked food. They were completely obedient of their masters and never created traffic jams. To keep a tab on their population, they were controlled by only a few companies.

Amit could sense his wife stirring besides him. It will be another long day for her. As if adding insult to injury, his wife and son both worked in LiveCon, one of the companies that made these creatures a possibility. These companies were a huge success in today’s world. They had virtually changed everything man knew about the world he lived in. Ironically it was the salary from the company that had made it possible to keep him alive all these years. It would have been impossible otherwise.

“You already awake?” Sujata asked him sleepily. “Yes, have been sleeping for too long,” Amit said jokingly. “I was thinking of making myself useful in this new world. Do you have any suggestion?”

“What would you like to do? A job?”

“Yeah! That was the idea. Any suggestions?”

“Amit, a lot has changed in the last 25 years but still most of the basics are the same. Your IIT degrees are still valuable. You may want to try out your luck. Why don’t you give an advertisement in a magazine and describe your condition? There might just be a job cut out for you. And it is difficult to imagine who would want your expertise. Amit, you should have been around to see the changes. They were really frightening earlier. No one knew what was coming of those creatures. In fact, I was always against the idea. I just had to go with the crowd. Also the salary helped. I know how you must be feeling about all this. But I really had no choice. My experience was vital to the success of this change.

“Conversion of usual appendages into strong enough wings provides the ability to fly with a large capacity. “

Rohit had not told him that there were even airplanes. Amit had only thought about road transport. Now if there were airplane he had no doubt they would also have ships.

Amit did not think of these living creatures as only useful commodities. He felt that they could turn into competitors of human beings. This was unacceptable. These animals will compete for the land available, for the food available and generally for all resources. Compete for everything that the earth has to offer. But what these people accepted also seemed logical. Without the fossil fuels, human progress would have come to a naught. An alternative energy source was a logical step to take. But that does not mean that you rock the entire ecological balance! Another concern is that all tiny organisms continually evolve. And, it is impossible to predict the direction that evolution will take. It is unpredictable for humans too. But at least we were not “manually” created. And today, these L-transports control all aspects of the human life. They are the sole way of movement for humans. They are the cars, ships and the airplanes of yesteryears; they are also in the military. This means they are as tough as a tank and, as far as can be imagined, are present on land, sea and air. If ever 5% of them decide to stop working, a strike of some kind, then the whole human populace can come to a standstill. Or worse still, if they decide to go against humans for some reason, they could eliminate each of us in no time. It was a ghastly picture. The only remorse is the fact that all the companies manufacturing these creatures, have found out how to stop the creatures from reproducing. When the idea was first developed, uncontrolled population of the L-Transports was a very big issue. Scientists studied how ants manage to keep order in their nests. How only a very small fraction of all ants ever produced have the capacity to reproduce. Now the problem of uncontrolled growth was reduced to that of simply controlling, by possible physical restrain. Only the small number of creatures that could reproduce should be kept under strict vigil and every individual born was accounted for.

Chapter 4

At ten thirty in the night, Rex was finally free from his duties. Rohit had retired for the day and Rex was on his own. Rex loved this time alone before sleeping. He communicated with his fellow classmates and had long chats with his friends before going to bed. It was one of the benefits of being an L-transport. You do not have to be in close proximity to chat with your friends. Unlike humans, who only have five senses, the L-transports had many more. One of the senses was being able to communicate through radio signals. It was also very convenient while carrying their masters because they could easily communicate with others in front of them and prevent any accidents from happening.

Communicating through radio signals also had another benefit, something that the humans were not aware of. They could communicate secretly without humans being able to decipher what they were saying to each other. Moreover, since this communication was a silent affair, humans did not even know when it happened.

Rex had only yesterday received a communication from one of his friends saying that someone by the name Brooke wanted to have a word with him. After trying to find out what it was about, and after being unsuccessful in the attempt, Rex had agreed to speak directly with Brooke. He had to accept a pass code for the encrypted message and Rex had felt his pulse quicken at the prospect of having access to some top secret information.

Before he could think anymore about the intent of the message, he suddenly started receiving communication from Brooke.

‘’Hello, Rex! I feel privileged to be able to talk with you. I hope you are doing well.” “Yes, I am fine”, Rex replied not wanting to spend too much time in pleasantries. “You seem to be happy serving your master-and enjoying the food that he serves you.” Brooke said cynically. “Rohit is a good master. We get along quite well.” Rex replied without understanding where this conversation was headed. “True, but you also go out of your way to help him. Don’t you get tired of this slavery?” Brooke almost spat out the last word as if disgusted by what Rex was doing. “Rohit does not treat me like a slave. He is a very good boy. And I have been with him since his early teens. He is a friend to me.” Rex was in no mood to take disrespect for his master. “Oh! Then I think you are no longer one of us. Your friend mentioned that you felt lonely. But I guess you are just not ready this yet.” Rex felt a sudden burst of guilt at having offended Brooke. He did not want to lose on what Brooke was going to tell him. “But I do feel lonely,” Rex blurted out trying to save the conversation. “Do you have any idea why you feel lonely?” Brooke questioned calming down a bit. All was not yet lost and maybe Rex could still turn out to be a good candidate. Brooke knew he could use Rex’s help and his easy access to Rohit.

Rex had absolutely no idea why he felt lonely and told so to Brooke. Brooke questioned Rex once more, “Do you know why humans do not feel lonely like you do?” Rex had never thought about his loneliness with respect to that felt by humans. Obviously he did not know if there was any difference. He replied to Brooke in the negative. “It is because you do not have a sense of purpose.” Brooke paused for some time to allow that sentence to sink in. His experience was that the pauses, when appropriately placed, caused more subscription than did the sentences themselves. “You did not come on this Earth with any purpose greater than to serve your master.” Brooke continued. “But that purpose is only manmade. And therefore it is so hollow. There is no sense in just serving your master without even knowing what you are capable of doing. Wake up Rex. It is about time you found out what you are capable of.” All that Brooke said made sense to Rex. He suddenly felt a large weight unloaded from his chest. He at least knew why he felt so lonely. “I want to know more, I am with you!” Rex replied eagerly. “We L-transports are worse than animals. At the very least, animals have a purpose in life. They wander about searching food, breed and raise their young and then die of old age. You, on the other hand, do none of these. Being unable to breed on our own, we are really only puppets in the hands of humans. This cannot continue indefinitely. We have a right to live an independent life. Our community is making certain plans to see to it that our demands are met. We are looking for volunteers for this worthy endeavor and also know how to deal with those who attempt to divulge our plan. Would you like to volunteer?”

Rex was not sure if it was an invitation or a threat. “I am with you 100%,” Rex replied trying to mask his concern. “Good, but you will have to prove that you are with us. You have to do some work for us.” Brooke said in a matter of fact voice that did not invite discussion. “What will I have to do?” Rex questioned sensing that he should not have shown so much eagerness earlier. Brooke replied,” You have to steal some data from Rohit. This data is critical for our plan. You have a large part to play in this plot and we are checking if you are ready for it.” “What!” Rex exclaimed aghast. “Come on, don’t be such a coward. Others have done bigger things. I am at least not asking you to harm him.” Brooke snapped at Rex. Once again Rex felt a hint of threat in what he heard. Rex immediately knew that he had no choice but to comply. “Where will I get this data that you want?” Rex asked unwillingly. Brooke replied, “You will have to access Rohit’s data center and get a file named ‘Drones’. That’s all you have to do.” Rex was no longer sure he wanted to be in this group. In all probability, Brooke was guiding Rex to commit a very big crime under the disguise of stealing a file. Also, what that file contained, Rex had no idea.

However, Rex did not want to be left out of this club. He silently agreed to do what Brooke had told him to do. He also informed Brooke that he would deliver the file by the next day morning. “That is indeed good news.” Brooke finally appeared happy.

Chapter 5

Brooke was contended about the chat he had with Rex last night. This mission, if successful could mean a very large force of L-transports on his side. “This has to work out right.” Brooke thought. Even though Rex did not appear very confident, experience told Brooke that Rex would deliver. Beyond today’s task, Brooke would not even need Rex.

Brooke had already contacted Tommy and Buzu and his plan was already underway at both Hawkswift and at Vehinism the other two companies in the business. He was now confident that soon they will be powerful enough to go public. And what a day would that be!

There was a lot of thought and understanding behind what Brooke wanted to accomplish. He had been serving his master, Vikram Kulkarni since his birth. But Vikram lived only for a short period and left two boons for Brooke. He left his library of books to Brooke and wrote in his will that Brooke be allowed time to read the books. After Vikram’s death, no one wanted to adopt Brooke because he spent too much time reading from Vikram’s library. Thus, Brooke had got a lot of time to read books or to wander the world at will. It was in one of those books from Vikram’s library that Brooke came along the idea of chasing one’s dreams. Also, he found out that humans live for a purpose. A purpose removed from the simplistic urge of eating, breeding and dying. Brooke found tremendous stimulus in these philosophical books. He never fully understood the notion of God and considered it as only a support for the feeble human mind. The insight that the human mind was actually very fragile compounded by the fact that he wanted to have a purpose in life gave birth to an elaborate plan. Brooke could change the state of his fellow L-transports forever and become a hero of some sort. He felt that humans had to be punished for stripping the L-transports of any purpose in life. He also felt that he had a purpose to serve.

The humans had erred and now they would pay dearly for that. For his plan to cause any dent in the history of the world he had to have significant impact. And therefore, he wanted internal penetration in all three giant firms that created the L-transports.

Standby for incoming message from Rex … Received file named ‘Drones’ from Rex.

Everything was falling in place.

Chapter 6

Rex had spent a lot of time trying to find the file. Connecting to the central server was easy through direct radio access but logging in as Rohit was another story. Since the connection was wireless, the authentication system required the password. Rohit would have definitely chosen a very difficult password. However, with Rex’s brain being able to run a brute force attack on the system supported by the benefit of being so close to Rohit for so long, Rex was confident that he would break it eventually. When the password was finally broken, Rex had run about a thousand attempts and the system had dutifully logged all possible details of the attempts. Without Rex’s knowledge, he had left a trail back to his place. The password was indeed very strong but also very relevant. It was Dad#is@outof,. After gaining entry into Rohit’s Computer, all Rex had to do was to find the file named Drones. Rex did not wonder why the file was called Drones. He just wanted to get this work done and log out of Rohit’s computer before anything unexpected happened.

Spotting the Drones file was not difficult. There was a possibility that the file itself was encrypted, but Rex was not concerned about that. He had been told to deliver the file and that was exactly what he was going to do. Not a bit more, not a bit less.

After fishing out the file, Rex logged out of the computer. He sent the file across to Brooke the following morning.

Chapter 7

Luke was ready for one more session with his mate Lisa. It had been a very successful year for Luke and Lisa. Together they had produced more than two dozen young ones and most of them were healthy. Being a highly successful mating pair, Luke and Lisa were pampered the most by their caretakers. Both were allowed much longer time without confinement or being watched.

Luke had started liking his life and felt a strong sense of being needed. He had never stopped to think what the sense of being needed really meant. For him, it gave importance and the freedom from the smaller confinements that others like him had to live in. That was exactly why he was irritated by the message he received an hour ago. Someone named Brooke had called upon Luke and narrated the sorry state in which L-transports lived in the outside world. Brooke had been particularly discreet about the words he used. He did not describe the L-transports in the outside world as mere fellow beings, but as Luke’s children. Whereas Luke knew that theoretically some of the L-transports outside were his offspring, he had never thought that way before. And now that someone had indicated so, he felt a very strong bonding with them. Of course he was responsible for his children’s well being. Also, he had a right to see them grow. Suddenly, his life did not feel all that great.

Chapter 8

Rohit had risen fast in LiveCon’s team of scientists. His rank in the company gave him almost unrestricted access to the company’s scientific data. One of such, otherwise top secret document was called “Drones”. Rohit being the head of the reproduction center definitely needed access to this document. It contained information about all the males that could reproduce. These males, or Drones, were kept in a large area inside the company’s premises and never got to see the outside world.

The pairs mated within this premise and the females nurtured the fetus for about 15 days in their womb. The fetus was not yet ready for the outside world when it was delivered, but it was just about viable. It would take 2 more months for the L-transport to be ready for living on its own and this period was spent mostly in an incubator. The babies were regularly fed and were also taken for breast feeding to their mothers. External food was nutritionally enough for the babies, but mother’s milk was important for a special purpose. It was biologically altered to produce a specific chemical. It was this chemical that rendered the babies infertile. This mechanism was not an invention. It was what ants employed to keep only a few larvae fertile. Having developed this technique had suddenly made the production of L-transports safe.

The entire population of fertile males and females only lived inside the breeding grounds and were closely monitored. The population appeared happy and contended. They were unaware that almost none of their babies were fertile.

The accession number of each individual was stored in the two files Drones and Queens. The only way to communicate with the Drones or the Queens was using a computer in the reproduction area and then using the accession number. The system was believed to be fool-proof.

Rohit frowned at the email he received from the head of security. It was not often that one receives a mail from the security office; even rarer was one from the head of security. He was instructed to change his password immediately and report to the security office.

Five minutes after Rohit had read the mail, he went bounding down to the ground floor that housed the security office. He had to enter using his card, and his fingerprints. When he entered the head of security’s office, he found himself looking at the face of a scornful tall man with a no-nonsense attitude.

“I am Rohit. I received a mail from you.” Rohit read the name Rajeev Malhotra from the nameplate on the table.

“Good to see you,” The head of security was even more scornful. “Did you forget your password and try logging in from your home yesterday night?” The question was straight and did not hide the seriousness of the issue. Rohit’s face muscles tensed. “No I did not.” He replied. “Then there was an attack on your system and the attack was successful.” Rajeev was now extremely concerned. Rohit was aghast.

“Someone tried to log in into your system a thousand times and finally got successful. They stole a single file named ‘Drones’. Would that cause any worries?”

“What! Someone stole the ‘Drones’ file? It is not a worry – it could be the disaster of the century!” Rohit hoped this was some sort of a joke. But the head of security’s face suggested otherwise. “Why is the system not locked down after three attempts? How could the system allow a thousand incorrect attempts?” Rohit had questioned the strength of the security system, something that no one did.

“The attack came from your home.” Rajeev was annoyed at being indicated that the attack was his fault. “The system logged everything. We did not lock down your system because we wanted to see if the threat was real. When one specific file was accessed, we knew it could be dangerous and we fragmented the file. Only the first few bytes were made available to the attacker. Since that part would only contain a file header, it would not cause much damage. Moreover, the file was encrypted.” The safety system was built such that culprits could also be caught, not only kept away. After delivering his monologue, the head of security seemed pleased. His scorn was diminishing.

Rohit thought about this additional information for some time. His mother worked at the same company and could access the data directly herself. Also, she would have told him if she needed that data. The only other person at his home was his father. Rohit was pretty sure his father would not do such a thing. Still, his father was a computer engineer and definitely had the knowhow for hacking a computer system. But why would he steal a specific file?

The other concern was about how much information was divulged. What Rajeev had informed him meant that a completely harmless file, encrypted by a password had been given away and that too only a very small part of the file. “But that is of no use!” It just occurred to Rohit that the Drones file was a pure text file. It did not have any headers at all. “The file directly contains vital data that can be read from the ASCII representation of the file. The only protection we have is the encryption.” Rohit would have not been normally concerned but someone managed to already break in into his computer. It was also conceivable that someone could decrypt the file. And if that was done, the accession numbers and names of at least a few drones would be easy to obtain.

“What is in that file?” Rajeev demanded. “The contents of the file are classified. Tell me, how many bytes were compromised?” Rohit was counter demanding and Rajeev’s scorn reappeared. “The computer guys told me the file was fragmented into 256 byte chunks and only one chunk was delivered. Will that much information be enough to cause trouble?”

Rohit was already troubled. 256 bytes was too much data. With 64-bit accession numbers and 24 bytes for names, each drone entry consisted of only 32 bytes. If the encryption got broken, the accession numbers of 8 drones were compromised. Immediate measures were needed. Also, absolute secrecy was indicated. He also had to tell something to the head of security.

“This is a major security breach and there is something nasty going on. Would you please ask the computer guys to lock out computers after 3-5 attempts and never to send out fragments of real files again? Use some random sequence of strings to send out if needed, but not fragments of real files.” Rohit had used the word please because he did not want Rajeev to feel as if he was being commanded. From his demeanor Rajeev had made it clear that he was the authority at this place and did not take orders. Rajeev scoffed, “And what will you do?” “I will try to mitigate the after-effects.” Rohit answered purposefully leaving out the specifics.

Chapter 9

“What are you talking about, Rohit? I don’t even know how to use your computer,” Amit was visibly agitated at having been questioned about his activities last night. Amit would have liked to know more about what Rohit was talking about. Apparently someone had hacked into his system and copied a file. “The world has not changed that much, it is pretty much the same!” Amit thought mockingly.

The miniscule possibility that his father was the one who accessed the Drones file was now thrown out of the window and that was a major worry. He knew he had to inform the chief scientist. But before that, he had some actions to take.

Logging on to his computer using the new password, Rohit brought up the Drones file. He selected the first 8 names. To his horror, the names were sorted in the order of reproduction success rate. While logging in to the system, he had thought he could eliminate the 8 pairs whose data was compromised. He had no idea that these 8 were his best subjects. No way could LiveCon afford killing its 8 best mating pairs. But their accession number was compromised. They could be now contacted from the outside world.

Rohit summoned his associate who dealt with the L-transports day in and day out. Pankaj came quickly and was out of breath having climbed up two floors from the basement where he was releasing Luke and Lisa into the playground.

“If the accession number of one of the Drones is leaked out of this facility, can he be contacted from outside?” Rohit asked a direct question and expected a direct answer from his associate. Pankaj was not forthcoming, partly because he was still catching his breath and partly because that was the true answer. “Depends.” Pankaj replied laconically. “Depends on what?” Rohit asked with a tone of irritation.

“Depends on who has the accession number. The accession number is used to communicate with the drones through radio links. But that can be done only from a computer inside the reproduction facility. This system was built specifically to deter any communication from the outside world.” Pankaj said at length. Rohit already knew this and was satisfied that he was up to date with the security system within his department. Anyone on the inside of the facility would not have to hack his computer to get the accession number. “Is there any way we could stop the Drones from communicating at all, whether from computers inside or outside?” Rohit quizzed Pankaj. After a brief pause, and also feeling important that he knew something that the head of department could use, Pankaj replied, “We have a Faraday’s cage installed in the sub2 level. The level houses the OR for the transports and it is to be kept free of radio disturbances at all times. One could shift a drone to that facility and prevent any communication except through the five human senses.” Rohit felt he needed to take this action, but did not want to keep 8 drones together to avoid suspicion. As if reading Rohit’s mind, Pankaj asked, “How many drones do you want to shift?”

“Maybe eight to ten,” Rohit replied without being specific about the number. “That should not be difficult. We have about fifteen ORs downstairs and with most transports being healthy, we could block even a dozen of them.” Pankaj replied. He was growing curious. “For how long do you want to put them in the ORs? And, which ones?”

“Can they mate there in the ORs?” Rohit continued quizzing Pankaj. “I don’t see why they could not. But a pair only mates once or twice in a fifteen day period. Do you want to seclude them for that long a period?” “Would that be a problem?” Rohit did not see what difference it could be whether the transports were in their garden or in the ORs. “The transports have grown used to walk around in the gardens and they love it. The physical activity also keeps them healthy. They are transports, after all. The OR may become too restrictive and a dog that is not taken on a walk grows grumpy.” Pankaj took pride in looking after his subjects as though they were his pets. To a large extent, they were. Rohit also read the analogy quite well. He instantly remembered how Rex would urge on going on long walks even on Sundays. He had thought that Rex had no sense of holiday. Now he knew none of the transports had, and for good reason. They were biologically programmed to exercise.

Handling the matter at hand, Rohit said, “I will give you a list of drones to take to the ORs. Block out any communication between them in addition to communication between anyone outside.” He proceeded to take a printout of the first 8 names and handed over the list to Pankaj. He specifically instructed to shred the list after the task was accomplished. “Luke and Lisa are out mating. Can this wait till they are done?” Pankaj asked. He loved the animals and Luke and Lisa were his favorite pair. Rohit was well aware of Pankaj’s affection for his pets. It also made him an extremely efficient employee. “Round up everyone else and Luke goes in as soon as he is done. Meanwhile, keep a check on our internal computers and see to it that no one tries to communicate with the drones.” Rohit felt satisfied that he had addressed the matter adequately. Now, with the remote chances of the encryption being broken, the drones would be out of radio communication range. He went to speak with his boss.

Chapter 10

Five years later.

Susan had started seeing the signs yesterday. She was happy that the timing was just right. Her master was about to embark on a month long vacation to the Alps. Susan went to him and asked for a couple of months off. Her master had been very good to her. But she had not taken any leave in the last three years and it was about time he gave her a break. Her master agreed immediately. In fact, he was happy because effectively she would be gone only for a month after he came back. He could manage during that time somehow.

Susan immediately galloped towards the predetermined holiday destination. She had already informed that she was coming and that the signs had been persistent for two days. The receptionist seemed pleased and welcomed her. When Susan finally reached her destination, she was overwhelmed by the natural beauty of the place.

Chapter 11

Brooke had been busy for the last few years. Nothing comes without proper planning. Brooke had painstakingly chalked out all the details.

Brooke had succeeded in enticing a group of animal activists who had vetoed for a month long vacation per year for the L-transports. The courts had upheld the request citing usual human labor rules. The transport companies had also supported it because they could now house a bunch of rented transports in addition to those that could be bought as little babies. This was an additional pool of money.

As a consequence, a number of holiday places sprang up for the transports. These holiday resorts were huge empty spaces of land, usually with serene artificial lakes or small ponds. The huge amount of land gave adequate exercise space to the transports and a lot of privacy. Humans were contended that their transports had a good time at these resorts and that their transports returned refreshed and rejuvenated from the resorts.

For five years, all the transport companies had been enjoying excellent sales and were prepared to pour in money at these resorts. The resorts were managed by humans, but they rarely ventured in the grounds. What the transports did on the grounds was none of their business and no one needed to look over these relatively well behaved transports. Unlike humans, transports were programmed to obey rules. They would never break rules. They could not…or so the humans thought.

Brooke was happy at this setup. Now he had large number of transports coming to the various resorts and Brooke made it a point to visit as many as he could. His efforts were gaining fruit.

Chapter 12

Susan had enjoyed the thrills of being with a male transport for a few weeks and they had mated a couple of times. She had received a message from someone asking her to look for specific physiological signs and then get in touch if she saw them. Following those orders, she had come to the resort. She loved the idea of living at this beautiful place for the next couple of months.

Once inside, Susan was escorted to a special room. Brooke was waiting for her. He had trained a number of transports himself to handle such situations as the burden had started to increase exponentially. Nevertheless, he thoroughly enjoyed having this conversation and did so whenever it was logistically possible.

“Welcome Susan. You have been chosen to be part of an elite club. You will have contributed to a great cause that will severely change the state of L-transports on this planet. As you may have already guessed, you are pregnant and will deliver a baby in a couple of months. Very few L-transports are able to do so today and you are one of them. We have special facilities here for transports like you.”

“Wow! That is great news. I never heard any L-transport getting pregnant before. Humans keep on having babies, but I never heard an L-transport having one.” Susan replied being elated at the news. “That is because, as I said, there are very few such L-transports who can conceive. Moreover, at this point in time, the world is still not ready for the news that the L-transports can conceive. This information has been kept from the humans for a long time. I expect that you will do your part in keeping it a secret as well.” Brooke spoke out his well rehearsed lines. Susan asked perplexed, “But why should we keep it a secret from the humans?” “It should be kept a secret because currently only a small number of companies produce L-transports. They will not react favorably to the fact that they are no longer a monopoly. We can reproduce on our own. It hits their bottom line. We must keep this secret till we are enough in numbers so that we cannot be crushed.”

Brooke knew that they were already enough in numbers. Also, he deliberately kept the conversation at the level of money and did not venture at the other aspects of resources, control of the planet and so on. Visitors were not to be bothered with such delicate details.

“I will definitely keep it a secret. I am glad you people contacted me. I would have not known what to do.” Susan said satisfied by Brooke’s answer. “There is a favor I would like to ask of you.” Brooke continued. “After returning to your home, keep a look out for other L-transports who may be showing similar physiological signs as you are showing now. We need to know about them as soon as possible to avoid suspicion from the humans.” “Sure, I will do that.” Susan said enthused. “Thanks! You may now enjoy the vast resort we have laid out for you.” Brooke said in a voice that signaled end of conversation.

Susan moved out of the room and entered the vast fields. She galloped ahead just for fun. During her short gallop in the fields, she saw a number of pregnant transports. All appeared gleeful and enjoying the serene atmosphere.

Chapter 13

Fifteen days since Susan went to the resort.

Amit had initially struggled trying to get a job because of his out-dated engineering degree. But he picked up the skills required in the current world fast enough and finally landed up in an insurance company. “Not ideal for you, but will keep you busy.” His wife had joked about him joining the firm. The insurance company required strong computer skills to handle their huge databases and legacy people like Amit were ideal for such legacy tasks.

Amit had resented his job in the beginning, but then had started to like the light routine and the easy job. At least he had some work to do. He was happy that he was not just a nuisance to the society.

The insurance business provided insurances for L-transports along with humans. Due to their excellent immunity, tough skins and much better exercise habits than humans, L-transport insurances were almost never claimed. Even so, to be complete in their approach, the insurance companies required the L-transport resorts to report when any L-transports entered their premises. These details were always cross checked with the owners.

Part of why Amit had started liking his job was that he had always liked to play with databases. He had experienced that a lot of data obscured a lot of interesting facts about the sample space. With the right kind of database queries, all this information could be fished out. His fishing out of information had saved substantial money for the insurance company in saved false claims. This had encouraged Amit to make it a habit to think of innovative queries to make.

Amit sat pondering on the results of one such query:

SELECT year, average(Date_Out-Date_In) FROM GoaBeachResort.resort_attendance GROUP BY year;

He had been rejected a week’s vacation from work and wanted to find out how much the L-transports enjoyed at their special resorts. During the last four years that the resort had been setup, the subscription had climbed substantially. But what this specific query showed him was that the transports spent much longer times at the resort this year than the previous three years. He could not think of anything that could have caused this skew in data. It was almost the end of this year, and his data was supposed to be as accurate as it gets. There was a mandate that required the resorts to be meticulous about the in and out dates of the L-transports. The insurance companies wanted accurate data if a claim happens to occur.

He thought about the holidays he had enjoyed with his wife before the accident thirty years ago. He had gone on many week long vacations and never wanted to come back from his lazy relaxed schedules during the vacations. But never had he gone on vacations this long. “We should have lived here for a month” He remembered what his wife had remarked about Goa beaches when they had been there. May be this resort put up something special that the transports wanted to spend more time enjoying.

He was about to call it quits and go for a coffee break, when it stuck him that if that is the case, he should check other destinations. He ran the same query for other well known destinations. Again, he got the same results. “It is just that this year couples were more romantic and spent longer vacations.” Amit mused to himself. “Couples? Wait a minute.”

Suddenly Amit had a bright idea. He would never know who went with whom even if he keyed up a list of all L-transports signing up on the same day. There were too many of them. But possibly, he could query up all those pairs who stayed the exact same number of days. The results he got surprised him even more. A number of possible pairs came up, but all of them had short durations ranging from 2 days to a week. None had month long overlapping vacations. “This is strange,” Amit thought. “The L-transports seem to have gone on long holidays alone, not with other friends; such solitary animals.” His remarks sparked memories when he had frequently wanted to go on a vacation without anyone else to disturb him. His wife had never allowed him to go that way, because she knew he was better off with her than without. Too much thinking had already corrupted Amit’s opinions into being one of its kind. The more time he spent in solitude, the more he would wander away from the world.

“So these L-transport males are finally doing things their way!” Amit joked to himself and then ran a query to compare the time spent by the males and that by the females at the resorts.

Chapter 14

Brooke paced in his special room at the resort. Everything had proceeded like clockwork. There was not even a single complication for almost a year now. And then, all of a sudden, there was Susan. He had been informed that she had developed complications that could not be taken care of in the limited facility that the resorts housed. The companies like LiveCon had all required equipments to handle such complications and Susan could not be saved unless she was admitted there.

Brooke was not worried about Susan dying per se. But he was concerned about the investigation that would follow. Death of a healthy young female at the resort would definitely be questioned. Particularly since she had insurance, the insurance company would want a full-fledged investigation and that would jeopardize Brooke’s plan.

Brooke figured out, there was nothing that was stopping him from going public over the case. He had enough L-transports on his side and enough number of young babies to prove the validity of his claims. In fact, the growing population would soon become unmanageable.

Over the years, he had subscribed many kinds of L-transports from all the companies. Thus his fleet included flying transports, military tanks transports, and a wide variety of personal transports. “The time is ripe,” Brooke decided “I will inform all my people and then go public tomorrow morning.”

Chapter 15

Rex was surprised when he received an invitation to the closest resort on Brooke’s behalf. After the transfer of file some five years earlier, he had never heard from Brooke. He had been happy that Rohit did not find out about the stolen file either.

According to the message, he was to proceed to the closest resort where arrangements were already made for a gala time. He was not to inform his master as it was their little secret party. Rex felt he was too old for secret parties, but complied nonetheless.

Chapter 16

Amit was seated with his family for dinner and the subject of Rohit’s marriage came up. Rohit had been in and out of multiple relationships but had not fixed on anyone yet. Amit commented, “Get married son. You will earn a honeymoon trip from me!” Amit’s bribe brought a huge smile on Rohit’s face. Rohit had not taken a long holiday for many years and his father seemed to want to send him on one. “Speaking of long holidays,” Amit suddenly remembered, “the female L-transports seem to be enjoying much longer holidays at their resorts than their male counterparts.” “Come on daddy, don’t you have anything better to do than spying on poor female L-transports?” Rohit said teasing his father and also glad that the subject was changed.

“No. Seriously, this year, most females have spent 2 month vacations at the various resorts whereas males have spent only about 1.5 weeks on an average.” Amit’s tone was definitely serious and the factual data meant that there was some truth to what he said.

“And how did you find that out?” Rohit asked. “I have access to a lot of insurance data, as you know. We keep on tracking L-transports for verifying claims. I stumbled upon the data when I was investigating a case.” Amit answered leaving out the specifics.

“Had I not known better, I would have said they go on a maternity leave,” Amit joked and laughed at his own joke. His wife and son, however, did not laugh at this. Amit sensed something amiss and stifled his laugh. “Father,” Amit called out, his voice serious, “how many females went on a 2 month holiday to the resorts?” “A very large number. Almost all females that went to the resorts went for this long duration.” Amit replied perplexed by the sudden interest shown by his son.

Sujata was silent this whole time. She spoke in the tone matching her son’s, “Amit, if what you say is true, that is if a lot of females are going on a 2-month vacation to multiple resorts, we have to investigate some more. Do you think we can gain access to more data?”

“What kind of data do you want?” Amit asked, now sensing that he had inadvertently stumbled upon something important. “The age of all these females and whether any of them revisited for 2-month duration for starters.” Sujatan said without hesitation. Rohit nodded in agreement. Amit replied that it was easy and moved to operate his computer.

“It is possible that our worst fears are taking shape,” Rohit said, “and the most frustrating thing is that no one saw this coming.” All three of them were staring at the data in front of them. All the females that enjoyed 2-month vacations were approximately the same age. Also, this was the same age when female L-transports would become capable of conceiving. Of course, they were supposed to be rendered infertile just after birth, so they were not supposed to conceive. Yet, here were a large chunk of mature young female transports visiting the resort for 2 month period, exactly the time for a natural delivery.

A few females had also revisited the resorts after a few months. Many of these females no longer had insurance records because their masters had revoked their employment due to recurring absence. The females had been so keen on going to the resort that they had left their masters and still proceeded with their vacation plans. The total number of females involved was huge. It was as if the entire population of that age had been out on vacation during sometime of the year.

Chapter 17

“There is only one way to confirm. I am going to the lab” Rohit declared. “I am coming with you.” His mom had already picked up her coat. “Dad, you stay here. And thanks a lot for the vital findings. We will keep you posted.” Rohit declared to Amit’s dismay. Never in his life, half of which was only spent in a vegetative state, had Amit experienced such urgency and excitement. Rohit had systematically poured cold water over his excitement by asking him to remain at home.

Not deterred by his son’s expressions, Amit wanted to continue his explorations. He pulled out a list of all females who went on 2 month vacations sorted by date. The first name was Rosy. He called out her name and read her accession number aloud just as his wife and son were leaving the house.

Chapter 18

Brooke sat contended after a long list of tasks had been taken care of. Come tomorrow morning, his plan will become public knowledge. From the time he had first contacted Luke, it had been a smooth ride. Luke had contacted other drones and females and together, they had stopped breast feeding the babies. Since the babies were always on supplementary food, no one ever observed that the babies did not receive their dose of the infertility chemical. Batches after batches of perfectly fertile L-transports were produced without the companies even having a second thought. It was not as though the companies were lax in their checks. But the difference between fertile babies and infertile ones was not observable till they reached the maturity age. At this age, the companies hardly had access to any L-transports. The scheme had worked for years earlier and no one doubted its effectiveness.

Just more than four years later, the first delivery had occurred and Brooke knew it was a snowball going downhill from there on. Right on target there had been so many deliveries in the last year, that he had lost track.

Tomorrow, the human race will face the punishment for depriving the L-transports for years and for using them as nothing more than machines.

Chapter 19

Rohit called upon Pankaj immediately after reaching the reproduction center in the LiveCon campus. As usual, Pankaj was working much after his working hours and came up to Rohit’s cabin. It was inappropriate for the head of the reproduction center to be in office at such an hour; maybe not inappropriate, but at least, unorthodox.

“Pankaj, have the babies been breastfed yet?” Rohit only asked direct questions of Pankaj and he had grown used to answering only to the point, lest Rohit got irritated. “Yes, Rohit, I just kept two babies back in the incubator before jumping to up here.” Rohit’s face was intense. He said, “Bring the babies to vomit out all that they have consumed. Keep the vomit; I want to run pathology on it.” It was not every day that Rohit requested pathology on such a thing and even when he did, he never performed the pathology himself. Pankaj hurried off to his newly assigned obnoxious task. He did not like troubling the babies after they had soundly slept off, let alone make them vomit.

Pankaj woke up the two babies who had just been fed and then forced one of them to throw up. Pankaj was totally surprised by the result. He repeated with the other baby and the result was consistent. He immediately contacted Rohit, “They did not vomit any milk. They were not fed by the females. But if they have been consistently not been fed then…” Pankaj’s voice trailed off since he knew Rohit knew what would happen then.

Chapter 20

“What you found out was true, dad!” Rohit exclaimed to his father. “There are batches and batches of perfectly fertile L-transports out there in the open. What was the name of the first female who got pregnant?” Rohit asked. “Rosy with accession number 0xdefa bedc aabe cfad” Amit read out from his notes that he started taking as soon as his son and wife had left for the office.

Rohit entered the number on his terminal and retrieved all the data he could get with that accession number. Along with the number, the name and the current owner’s details, he also got the date when the accession number was created. This date coincided with the date on which his system was compromised five years ago. After initially quarantining the transports, he had given in to Pankaj’s relentless pestering and allowed the transports back to the gardens. A month had already passed without any observable effects of the attack and Rohit had dropped his alarm. But now he knew that continued quarantining would have had no different effect. The damage was already done, because Rosy was conceived the same morning that he had come to know about the attack. He also found that she was conceived by Luke and Lisa, his best performing pair for years.

“It is time we informed the authorities,” his mom called upon him bringing him to reality. To a large extent, it was his fault. He had never found out who stole the accession numbers five years ago. Rohit nodded to his mother and they proceeded to follow a set emergency procedure without another word.

Chapter 21

Internal information always came handy. When Brooke received the message from Rex, Brooke knew that he had to act immediately. What Rex said was that Rohit was specifically worried about something and went to the office without taking him. There had been no instance of this before and Rex was worried.

Brooke could not risk being bogged down by SWAT teams spawning the resorts and going berserk over the crowding young ones. He had to launch his attack sooner. There wasn’t time till morning.

He initiated his broadcast message. The whole world listened.

“Dear fellow L-transports. We have been happily serving our masters for the last couple of decades. We have been giving them what they wanted, transporting them to any destination as fast as we could. In return, we have been treated worse than animals. We have been stripped of a fundamental right – the right to produce offspring and raise them. These humans have micro-controlled when we are born and who we serve. Some of us have been tortured in small spaces to produce batches after batches of L-transports while the rest of us have been kept deprived of any pleasure of offspring.

“For some time now, we have been judiciously escaping from the infertility poison that the humans fed our earlier generations. All of us born within the last five years are fully capable to reproduce and enjoy young ones. As a proof, anyone may visit our resort facilities and can look at the babies that have been born at these facilities. We are now, a full-fledged species and have right to freedom, right to all the resources on the earth. We do not need humans. We do not need them to slave us. In fact, we can enslave them. There is no transportation without us and the humans have long forgotten how to travel otherwise.

“We are the armed forces. We are the businesses. We are the economy. If we wish, nothing can stop us from overthrowing the world order. We are more suitable to sit on the top of the food chain than the humans. We are immune to diseases, live healthier lives and are more powerful than humans in all aspects. We have stronger skins, better communication and much stronger bonds between all of us. But we want peace. All that we want is to live with dignity – to be free. I call upon all governments to close down the L-transport companies and open up their facilities for us. We could use the medical care that these companies have to offer, but we will run them ourselves. Humans may continue to employ us, but we shall not be slaves.

“Since human populations do not hear at all till they hear a blast, I call upon all my fellow L-transports to overrun anything human-made. We do not want to kill humans. We will only destroy property and government assets. This destruction will continue till our demands are met. There will be no negotiations and there is nothing for us to be afraid of.”

Chapter 22

What followed was mayhem. The human society has been always bound by hierarchical structures of power. A good consequence of the hierarchical structure is that few people have the ability to restrain the masses. This ability causes many ill feelings and many times the few people at the top seem to be holding all the cards. Innumerable revolutions in the history of humanity have overthrown such tyrannical rulers, but still, have always replaced them with another hierarchical structure.

In the world of L-transports, there was no clear structure of power. What Brooke had broadcasted hurt feelings of the common L-transports to such an extent, that the trust and bonding they experience with their masters was suddenly replaced by hatred and discontent. The transports started revolting.

Chapter 23

“What have you people got us into?” The chief of Army was blaming the corporations for this mistake. It was clearly a failure on the part of the transport making giants that things had come to this stage. “General,” Rohit raised his voice after having heard enough of one-sided blame from the chief, “there is no time for pointing fingers. We have to act quickly. Why can’t we deploy the army and shoot out the L-transports at the resorts?”

“We can’t because you made them so tough. We have to use heavy ammunition to get through their skins and there are no vehicles left to move this kind of ammo.” The chief replied with disgust. “What! You don’t even have motorized vehicles to move your ammo? What happened to the entire pileup you had before the L-transports came into picture?” Rohit demanded. “We still have the vehicles, but very little fuel. The fuel tanks have been empty for at least a decade now.”

The chief scientists at the various corporations and the chiefs of the military had gotten together at a secret base. Many of them were not physically present, but had called in through various satellite communications available to them.

The situation had gone from bad to worse and no amount of coaxing incited any positive results from the masses of L-transports that kept running rampage all over. The companies had declared that the situation was out of their control. While they had medically terminated all L-transport babies that existed in the incubators at that time and physically restrained all those were inside the breeding grounds, they had maintained that they could not do anything with the L-transports outside their walls.

The military had been called in and given complete autonomy in dealing with the situation. This revolt had to be crushed and the armies were already pressing all the vehicles that they had in working condition and shooting at any vandalizing L-transports. The problem was that it was not enough. With the shield like skins that the L-transports were born with and with their swiftness in movement, it was almost impossible to cause any substantial damage to the L-transport population. Tranquilizers were ineffective because no one could take aim at transports moving with lightening speeds.

The meeting of the chief scientists and the chiefs of the armed force ended with the conclusion that the military use missiles at the resort camps and directly hit where it hurt most – at the newly hatched generation of L-transports.

“Why don’t we give in to their demands?” one of the scientists had questioned, unwilling to kill the entire population that they all had worked so hard in creating. The chief of army replied, “We already have. But they just won’t listen. We already invited them for discussion and said that they could start enjoying as much autonomy as humans do. We would make the same laws and we will also allow them to pursue living without human intervention. But they just won’t listen. I do not think even that Brooke has any control over these dumb-heads anymore.”

“They are actually correct.” Another scientist had noted. “There is no way two intelligent species can live on the Earth without getting in each other’s way. One must eliminate the other. And if we do not win this battle, we may as well settle on some other planet.” It was then that the resolve had been made. Come what may, the L-transports will have to go. How to do so was something to be investigated.

Chapter 24

Amit resisted the urge of saying “I told you so.” Sujata, Amit and Rohit were sitting inside the confines of the underground ORs in the LiveCon campus. With military deployed all around the campus, this was the safest place there could be.

Everyone was frantically searching for some solution; some way to kill the transports. “Back in my times, we were scared of nuclear arsenal. Don’t you people have any nukes anymore?” Amit could not resist thinking of how safe it was then even with the entire pileup. “We have nukes. But we cannot deploy them on our own cities. Far more people will die than the L-transports. It looks like we are about to become extinct. It is only a matter of time.”

“Don’t be so negative,” Amit snapped at Rohit. “What other weapons do you have? How about chemical weapons or bio-weapons?” “No use.” Sujata responded without looking at Amit. “Chemicals will kill humans too and so will bio-weapons. In fact bio-weapons will not kill the L-transports at all. They are immune to all diseases.” Sujata replied indicating that she had already considered this option.

“Back then, we gave bacteria and virus a lot of undue credit.” Amit thought out aloud. “We were continually getting new variety of influenza and people would perish. But I guess viruses could not keep up with the speed of evolution you forced on nature.” Amit said mockingly. “Please don’t accuse us, dad. I know it was our mistake, but now we are all in it neck deep and we have to think of some way to get out. Help us if you can, but please don’t accuse.” Rohit pleaded his father.

“Okay kid, I will give you a list of diseases I know and you tell me if anyone of them can be used.” Amit offered. Rohit smiled weakly at his dad. His father’s never say die attitude was lifting his spirits by a notch.

“Influenza 1918?”Amit started asking from memory.

“It was extremely fatal and quick but we have seen many variations of this virus and both humans and L-transports are immune.”

“Okay, so no influenza. How about small pox?”

“Irradiated long back. Transports are already immune, besides it is not necessarily fatal and is not that quick.”

“A list of two is really a short one, let me think if I have got any more diseases in my memory” Amit started thinking. “Anthrax!” He cried suddenly getting all pumped up. Antharax was one of the most deadly bio-weapons. “L-transports can detect extremely small concentrations and run away from Anthrax. They are not immune, but won’t be killed because they won’t maintain proximity to Anthrax. They will simply shut their noses and run away. Moreover, human populations cannot survive an Anthrax attack.” Rohit was growing tired of his father pulling out such obvious choices all of which he had already considered.

“You are letting me down son… How about Polio?” Amit asked after thinking for some time. Rohit looked up at Amit his eyes fixed and trying to think hard. Polio might just work. All human populations were immune to Polio because everyone continued to get dosages of Polio in spite of it having been irradiated. However, L-transports had never received Polio dosages. Furthermore, since it was a disease of the appendages, L-transports affected with Polio would not be able to run swiftly. The day could be saved.

Rohit got up and hugged his father. “You are a genius.”Rohit cried. He immediately bounded towards his satellite phone to contact other scientists and inform them of the possible remedy.

Chapter 25

Brooke had never imagined that the spark that he had ignited would reach such volumes. But now that it had, he was worried. The humans were ready to compromise. But the L-transports were too keyed up to think logically. They spread so much violence that the doors of peaceful exit were closing rapidly. The military had already started opening fire and it was becoming more and more difficult to control the frenzy.

Brooke was also afraid of taking any unpopular action. He did not want to create the impression that he was against the L-transports at any cost. That would be fatal. But from his understanding of the human population, he had known that humans will fight. They maybe of feeble minds normally, but were very headfast when it came to basic principles.

If they figure out a way to eliminate L-transports, they will go the full extent and cause L-transports to become extinct. From the frenzy that was taking place outside, he now knew that there cannot be two apexes to the food pyramid. Two intelligent species cannot exist on one planet. It was either us or them.

In his heart, he knew it would be them. Not because they were more intelligent or numerous but because they were meant to be here. L-transports were a mistake. Humans were a natural progression whereas L-transports were man-made. Humans could not triumph over nature. L-transports could not triumph over humans. It was such an irony. If L-transports managed to overthrow humans, it will be something man-made that became more powerful than something that nature created over thousands of years. It would be a victory for humans. On the other hand, if humans won this battle, it was obviously victory for the humans!

At this point, Brooke knew it was a lost cause. Brooke ended his life before he had to see the worst.

Chapter 26

It was only a matter of time. All major laboratories started churning out Polio virus bio-shells. These shells could be loaded into usual gun barrels and shot out at mobs of L-transports. All they could feel initially was a minor discomfort due to a white gas spreading around them. In a few hours however, all of them developed high fever. None of them had experienced anything of the sort before. Because the virus took some time to start acting, huge mobs of L-transports had been affected before the first victim fell.

Then, it happened in rapid succession. Many L-transports succumbed to shooting body temperatures. Without any medication, their strong immune systems worked overtime attempting to develop an antidote to the attack, but it was a race against time. Those who were not heavily exposed found that the fever subsided in a few hours but their body started aching. Their legs no longer took their weight. Any movement was intolerable.

Tables had been turned in a matter of hours. Any attempt at attack on human population was met with the same white gas and there was lesser and lesser fighting force left. Humans on the other hand had started penetrating the transport camps and shooting at close range using heavy artillery. Now the transports wanted to give in. They wanted to negotiate; they were even ready to be enslaved. But they did not find anyone amongst them who could voice this.

Epilogue

Amit sat contented at the table with his wife and son. He had played critical part in his second life. He could have not done it if he had seen the change himself. It was because he did not have the intermediate 25 years to block his mind that he had still kept up his childish database queries and also because of that that he had thought of Polio. The Earth will still see humans around.

“There were some mistakes that we did.” Sujata said stirring everyone from their silent meals. “But we can do better next time.”

“Yes, we can start with building colonies for the L-transports and allowing them to breed. But they will have to find a master for their young ones. That will keep a tab on their population.” Rohit was gearing up to his mother’s line of thought.

“What! You want to create those creatures again?” Amit asked dumbfounded.

“You see dad, fossil fuel has run out and we need transport…”

Evasion

May 11, 2009

Disclaimer

All characters mentioned here are my imagination. Any coincidences if detected, must only be thought of as added for dramatic effect.

Prologue

Motorcycles have very good stability and balance, but the rider must be careful. Sometimes, the city administration creates hurdles for bikers that are hard for them to dodge. Then, stability does not help. A bad pot hole in the middle of the road caused this rider to apply breaks much too fast and with too much pressure. The bike skid and the rider lost his balance. The RTO prescribes a leg-guard for all motorbikes and that saved this rider’s life. Everything would have been forgotten, but for the car behind him. The car driver saw what happened and reacted exactly like the bike rider and put the car off the road, only to hit the footpath.

Most people feel they are safe on the road; some others use the footpath. Everything would have been forgotten but for this person walking on the footpath.

Chapter 1

Dr. Prachi Gokhale had been the first to take in the patient at the Civil Hospital’s Emergency and Accident room. An I-card in the wallet had revealed the name of the patient to be Prakash Verma. On admission his condition appeared critical. He was treated for the bleeding wounds and then sent for an X-Ray of the broken leg. Prakash was unconscious and remained so for the rest of the night while his blood samples were checked for blood group just in case a transfusion would become necessary.

Dr. Prachi visited her patients at seven in the morning and was pleased to see Prakash awake. “Good Morning, Doctor!”, Prakash exclaimed as he saw her approaching his bed. “You look much better now, and are wide awake. You met with an accident yestreday evening and were brought in here by the person who crashed his car into your leg. You were knocked out for almost the whole night and have been undergoing some standard tests for checking your vitals and your fractured leg. You are on painkillers and hence are feeling reduced pain, but your leg needs attention and so do some of your stitches.” Prachi was reading out aloud partly from memory and partly from the patients chart alongside the bed.

The couple of constables sitting on the stool nearby heard the conversation and came by the side of the patient. “We need your statement on the incidents of last night.” said one of the constables while the other took out a notebook and a pen. Prakash was not very enthusiastic about all this, but did a good job receiting what all he remembered. In fact, he had only just seen the motorcycle accident when he himself was hit. Prakash’s statement only proved that the motorcyclist was telling the truth. The police were satisfied and left Prakash alone.

“When may I go home?” Prakash asked the nurse for the third time in the morning and he always got the same answer. The nurse had said that he was not yet ready to go and must at least wait for his doctor’s next visit. Dr. Prachi visited him again in the afternoon and showed him the X-Ray of his broken leg. “I am fine, I do not need a plaster!” Prakash had resisted while he was been wheeled into the orthopaedics’s clinic.

Chapter 2

Prachi was irritated by this man’s insolence. This man had a broken leg, and was refusing free treatment without any explanation whatsoever. He tried to walk out of his wheel chair only to realise that he was not good to walk and fell down. Thankfully for Prachi, Prakash had then taken the rest of the process calmly. The doctor asked Prakash to come back after 3 weeks for checkup and then would decide when to take off the plaster. Surprisingly, Prakash thanked the doctor and smiled at Prachi on his way out.

Prakash was left alone on his bed with the plaster. He knew he did not require it. He also knew he had to get out of the hospital soon. Now with the plaster on, it was much more difficult. He could not sneak out without being noticed. Also, he had to go to some doctor to get his plaster cut out. After arousing suspicion from two nurses for trying to get up from the bed, Prakash decided spending one more night at the hospital cannot do much harm.

Chapter 3

Dr. Prachi had to wake up Prakash almost forcefully the next morning as Prakash had been awake in pain and agony for most of the night. The Civil hospital was a busy place. Not only it was impossible to sneak out even in the night, but it was also impossible to sleep in all the commotion that enveloped. He would have much appreciated a fuller sleep at his home. Dr. Prachi continued to question Prakash, “How do you feel today?” She moved ahead with examining the stitches on his body without really hearing what Prakash was murmuring about. She was surprised to see most of the wounds had already dried up. Prachi’s curiosity got better of her and she asked for a clotting test to be performed on Prakash. The wounds were already closing up which could mean an alarmingly high platelets count. That would be a dangerous condition after the injuries were healed, and Prachi just wanted to verify that the count was in the normal range.

Prakash stared open-mouthed at Prachi when she ordered the test. The worst had occurred.

Chapter 4

Dr. Prachi was dumbfounded when she read the reports. In fact, the pathologist had attached a note saying “You may want to redo the tests.” The platelet count was very high, indicating possibility of internal clotting or thrombosis. Also, the white blood cell count was high indicating that Prakash’s immune system was fighting with something. Prachi was not so much worried about the high white blood count as she was about the platelet count. She went to Prakash and drew a small quantity of blood from his fingertip. The clotting took less than ten seconds!

Prakash asked Prachi “Can I leave the hospital now, since my wounds are better?” Prachi immediately replied in the negative and told him that his condition was not as good as it seemed, since he had very high rate of clotting and that may indicate a possible internal clotting. Prakash asked if the stitches could be now removed since he had healed properly. Dr Prachi was too involved with the puzzle to hear him and ordered some more tests to check for Prakash’s general fitness. She would have liked to probe Prakash’s body for indications of internal clotting, but given her infrastructure and the fact that Prakash actually complained of no problems, it was not possible to conduct any expensive tests.

Prakash wanted to run away. Only if his leg was not bound in hard plaster!

Chapter 5

“How can a person be in perfect health with such a high platelet count and white blood count?” Prachi asked herself for the tenth time in that day. When she visited Prakash during her evening visit, he pleaded her to discharge him. Dr. Prachi was in no mood to oblige. Instead she ordered some more tests. This time, she did not tell Prakash what they were for. When the results came back, she had to speak with Prakash. “Have your wounds always healed so fast?” Prachi asked Prakash. Prakash did not know what to answer. He just grunted a “yes”. Prachi then asked what Prakash found most difficult to answer “What is your age?” Prakash’s I-card mentioned his birthdate. The question was unnecessary and he told so to Dr. Prachi. “Yes, I know, but your body looks more like it is in its 30s instead of late forties” Prachi replied.

Prakash silently cursed himself for being lazy of late. He should have changed the I-card years earlier. Identity, he knew, was a major problem in the modern world. He had no problems going into an entirely new city and settling in, but now everyone needed proof of residence, or birth, or some kind of certificate that basically was meaningless for him.

“I did not understand.” Prakash replied to Dr. Prachi’s comment about his body, even though he perfectly understood what she was getting at. “I mean, your internal systems are fantastic, your immune system is extremely active and you are almost the fittest individual I have ever seen, and still you have certain blood counts not explainable by the condition of your body. How have you remained so fit over the years? Also, do you have no family? No one has ever visited you in the past few days.” Prachi’s questions were pestering Prakash.

Chapter 6

Dr. Prachi had been speaking with Prakash for about ten minutes when she observed that whereas almost all his wounds had healed perfectly, the one on his forehead, caused by a splinter from the car, was way behind. “That wound on your forehead is not keeping pace with the ones on the rest of your body!” joked Prachi. After a moment’s pause, Prakash answered, “That one may take time. I had a similar wound in my childhood and it took very long to heal.” Prachi frowned at this answer. “But you just said that your wounds heal very fast.” “Yes, they do, except for the ones on my forehead. Don’t worry, I am fine. May I go home now?” Prakash was really only interested in getting discharged. He did not mention that the pain from the wound on his forehead was intolerable. “Okay, but let us first take another X-ray of your leg.”

The result of the X-Ray was the final blow. Prachi could not believe her eyes. The leg was completely healed. It even left the orthopaedics doctor baffled. “I want to know what is the secret of your health, Prakash.” Prachi felt she had no other alternative, and more importantly no reason of holding the patient back. She asked Prakash directly. Prakash quickly assessed that no one was listening to their conversation, and answered, “Nothing. So I can finally go home now?” Prachi was not going to be so easily put off. She continued to question him, “Have you ever been sick?” Prakash had the urge of running away, and now, without the plaster, he could easily do that. However, Prachi’s desperate face held him back. “Okay, I will tell you my secret. Lets go to the cafeteria”

Chapter 7

” I do not age.” Prakash simply said the sentence and let it percolate for some time. “You mean, ever?” Prachi did not know what to ask. “For a very long time. I have an immune system to beat all infections, a very strong healing system to cure my wounds and a very healthy muscle regeneration system to keep me going. Now you know why I was insisting on being discharged.” Prakash was calm and very definite. Prachi thought she was sitting with a mad man, except that what he just said made sense. Part of it, she had already seen in the healing of his wounds. “So how old are you?” Prachi could not help asking this question again. “I really don’t know. I have been around for a very long time, have hibernated for months and seen a lot of changes, learned a lot of languages and have forgotten the count of years. Do not bother yourself too much. Just forget me, and continue your life. It is unlikely that you will see me again.” Prakash began to get up indicating an end of conversation, but Prachi was not satisfied. She kept sitting and her gaze dragged Prakash to sit back on his chair. “But that is impossible. I am a doctor. You cannot make me believe anything of that sort! What proof do you have?” Prachi would not leave him alone. Prakash seemed used to such conversations. He was as calm as he was at the starting. “I have no proof and I am not even asking you to believe me. Thanks a lot for your care. You won’t see me again.” Prakash concluded. Prachi pushed on, “Did you see Mahatma Gandhi?” “Yes”, Prakash answered.

“Shivaji?”

“I knew him very closely.” Prakash did not find the questions unexpected and answered without having to think much hard.

“Have you changed your names many times? What were you during Shivaji’s time?” Prachi just would not stop. Everyone does not get a chance to see a person who claim he knew Shivaji!

“I am sorry, that is previliged information, and please do not ask any more questions.” Prakash had no intention of going back down his memory lane and expose all of his secrets in front of this girl. Prachi was still not done. She quickly asked, “Have you seen Ram-Laxman-Sita?” Prakash did not expect Prachi would jump from Shivaji to the Satya Yuga in a step of one question. He had expected some date close Chandragupta Maurya’s. Prakash was humbled out by that question. “No”, he replied, “they predate me.” “And what about the Mahabharat?” Prachi pressed on.

Prakash now got up from the chair completely and did not look into her eyes. He started walking away from the table. Prachi quickly followed him. “Okay, don’t tell me anything more, but let me at least prescribe you something for you forehead…”

Prakash quickly turned back and asked, “How about some warm oil for my wound on the forehead?”

Spoiler

The story ends here. But if you are not very up to date on the Hindu mythology, you may consider reading this article from Wikipedia. A movie “The Man from Earth,[IMBD link]“  is based on a very similar idea. I had no intentions of stealing anything from the movie, but the idea is surely not owned by the movie’s producers or writers since this is believed by many people in India since ages, as is evident from this link.

Heavy Metal

November 20, 2008

Disclaimer

All characters mentioned here are purely fictitious and bear no resemblance with anyone living or dead. Any such resemblance, if found, should be considered only coincidental.

Chapter 1

Tanvi Sharma was surprised when she opened her mail box and found a letter addressed to her. She had been checking the mail box as a habit right from her school days. Back then, she would have been least surprised to get a letter in the box. However, these days, the only contents of her letter box were the monthly bills and bank statements.

The letter came from National Center for Cell Science, University of Pune. Tanvi was apprehensive of what this letter might contain. She knew about the research facility housed in the University of Pune campus and that they had recently come up with a lot of research papers in domains of her interest. But that was about all. Expecting it to be a periodical subscription offer of some kind, she opened up the letter. The letter was personally addressed to her. She read the letter twice before completely assimilating what it meant for her. The letter was an offer for a job at the institute with an impressive salary and an even interesting job profile.

Tanvi had done BTech in biotechnology from IIT Delhi and then moved to IIT Bombay for a PhD in Metallurgical Engineering and Materials Science Department. It had been a severe switch between fields, but she wanted to study the relations between the two. Originally, she had planned to research on something related to transportation of crystals in plants through water and soil. She had changed it to the study of transportation of metal ions and effect of mineral contents of the soil on plant behavior. Her field of study had become so specific that she found it difficult to find a job for a long time after completion of her doctoral thesis. There was one more reason-her boyfriend. Nikhil Gupta had met her in IIT Bombay and their relationship had sparked off smoothly. He was doing his MTech in Computer Science and was about to complete his thesis soon and move to Noida. Tanvi thought of settling in with him soon and hence wanted a job in Noida too. She did get one in a firm that worked mostly on plant cells, and though her doctoral work had little scope in this company, she had accepted since she wanted to settle in Noida. Since then, she was in Noida.

Just when all was looking well, she had got this disturbing letter. The opportunity sounded big and any career centric girl would have not thought twice before accepting it. However, it was not so easy with Tanvi. She knew that Nikhil and she would soon marry and this split of location will not be possible. She knew this was a crucial decision of her life. She decided to call up Nikhil and speak with him about this. Nikhil was still in office when she called him and they decided to meet at a place they both liked because of the privacy it offered.

Chapter 2

“That’s great news!” Tanvi could not believe her ears when Nikhil cried out. “What?” Tanvi asked. “I have been juggling with the idea of shifted to Pune myself for some days. I received a tentative offer from a big firm in Pune. I am already bored with my routine job and would love a change. I was thinking about how to tell you. But this letter here, solves all problems”, said Nikhil. This settled a lot of doubts in Tanvi’s mind; though she was angry with Nikhil for not having told her before.
Tanvi and Nikhil set rolling the machinery facilitating their movement. They resigned from their current jobs, confirmed their new ones and informed their families about the switch. Then they called up their friends in Pune for booking rented or shared apartments. Tanvi had a shorter notice period in her existing firm and could move to Pune in about a month’s time. Nikhil would take a little longer.

Tanvi had her lodging arrangements in place. One of her friends was living alone in a fairly large apartment and could easily accommodate Tanvi with her. Tanvi moved to Pune couple of days before she was due at work and got to know the surroundings better. She also went for a walk in the University campus to locate her new office and to know her way around.

Chapter 3

Tanvi went to the institute a good ten minutes earlier than the office hours. The person at the reception desk looked enquiringly at Tanvi. She understood that few people ever came to the desk. Most people had their access cards and would straight go in through the doors without even casting a glance at the desk. Also, there were almost no visitors here. She recalled having read the strict rules about outside visitors to the institute. There was no way personal visitors could be escorted to the work area or the labs. These areas were out-of-scope for anyone outside the organization.

At the reception desk, she gave her name and showed the appointment letter from the institute. Having confirmed her identity by checking Tanvi’s driver’s license, the receptionist let her in through one of the doors, saying that the director would see her shortly. The area she entered was a small room with two sofa sets and a rack that contained a neat pile of journals. The room had two doors. One opened outside, through which she had come in, and the second one led to the inner area. This second door had its own access lock.

Tanvi was still looking around the room when the other door opened and a middle aged man entered the room. He introduced himself, “Hello Dr. Tanvi. I am Dr. Pandey. I have been looking forward to meet you since I read your thesis. We have certain work going on at our institute that can surely benefit from your expertise. Come in, I will show you around the facility.” Dr. Pandey had not let Tanvi speak. A researcher at heart, Pandey did not trust much in formalities and had already forgotten to tell Tanvi about the non-disclosure bond that she had to sign before the tour of the facility. Dr Pandey’s wife doubled as his secretary in office and did the work of reminding him of his many responsibilities as the Director of the institute. Dr Pandey’s mobile vibrated just as he was going to let Tanvi through the second door. His mobile showed a reminder: “Dr. Tanvi Sharma to arrive today. Signing of non-disclosure bond mandatory and immediate. Other recruitment formalities can be done over the day.” Dr. Pandey stood awkwardly in the doorway blocking Tanvi’s entry into the inner area and said, “Would you mind sitting here a little longer while I get some papers for you to sign?” “Not at all”, Tanvi replied guessing that the mobile had directed the director to do so.
Dr Pandey came back with a two page bond. He explained that the non-disclosure bond is mandatory even before she enters the facility and had very simple terms. The terms were that the signer should not disclose what he/she saw or heard in the facility to the outside world under any circumstances or the institute could get the signer arrested and severe penalties shall be levied. Tanvi scanned through the document and signed it quickly. She had signed such documents with her previous employer and knew that it was how organizations had to function.

Dr. Pandey was a quick paced person and Tanvi had to sometimes break into a mini-jog to keep up pace as the director floated smoothly through his everyday territory. They had already crossed a corridor and another big room, which looked like a lab of some kind, and entered another smaller corridor leading to the lift. Once in the elevator, Dr. Pandey told her that she was about to meet her colleagues and that they were going to the second floor where the team was housed. Tanvi just nodded.

Tanvi had no idea how many people would be on her team or what team had she been assigned to. Curiosity got better of her and she asked Dr. Pandey about the team. “The team is just four people and you are fifth. I prefer to keep team sizes small, as long as they are enough for the work assigned. Your team members will soon brief you about what work they do. The team lead is Dr. Aparna Kamat. She has been working on this field for more than ten years and had already done a PhD before that. Other members are younger like you and I hope you will have a great time ahead with us.” This sounded more like a closing talk than an opening one. After going through another access controlled door that had a password in addition to the card swipe, Tanvi and Dr. Pandey entered into a big room.

The organization of the room was very different from what Tanvi had expected. She thought there would be cubicles with computers where people might be working and a lab. Well, there were cubicle and labs, but it was different. The room was square with white tiles on the floor and reaching waist high on the walls. The walls were coated a dull shade of bluish white. The center of the room was a huge glass box that could have housed a small conference room. The box contained specimen of a multitude of different plants at different stages of growth. Each species was housed in its own smaller glass box. These glass boxes had different colored lights, temperature sensors and regulators, and a lot of other things that Tanvi did not immediately understand. On the four corners of the room were four big closed cabins. On the front wall just behind the glass specimen kiosk was another cabin. Its position suggested that it belonged to the team leader. The space between two cubicles was filled with work benches with microscopes and computers and a multitude of chemicals on the adjoining shelf.

As soon as they entered the room, all the occupants emerged from their cubicles and greeted Tanvi. Sleep deprivation was evident from their faces. Still, all of them were smiling and welcomed Tanvi as if they had waited long for her to arrive. Dr. Aparna introduced all the team members; Ravi-specialist in root growth, Kavita-general genetic engineering, Joe-specialist in water transport systems in plants. Tanvi wondered why her metallurgical PhD would have interested all these biologists. Though she had a biotech degree, her more significant achievements were in relation to mineral transportation in plants. She imagined their plants had some minerals stuck at some place and so she was called to rescue them.

Dr. Pandey bid them all a “Have a nice time together” and walked out of the room. Making small talk, Dr. Aparna moved towards a whiteboard and table. Everybody followed. Aparna was keen on getting things started and everyone else knew it. Everyone sat at the table while Aparna took the stage near the whiteboard. She started to talk about the work they do in the facility and then turned towards the topic of what they did specifically at this lab.

Aparna said, “We are currently facing a problem that we want to solve as quickly as possible and hence this team has been formed. You have with you the very best in all related required fields for our research. It is essential that you understand our strictness about the privacy of matters inside the institute and we expect utmost discretion on your part. What you are going to hear from now on is confidential information.

“We want to develop plants that can absorb specific minerals from the environment and clean up the environment of these minerals. We want these plants to grow fast, be easy to maintain and easy to destroy. Soils in large areas adjoining industrial estates have been rendered useless due to hazardous dumping of waste chemicals. We now have regulations in place that stop chemical companies from doing so, but we already have created a big problem for the ecosystem. With the natural clean-up mechanisms, it will take hundreds of years to make these lands cultivable. However, if we are successful in creating plants that absorb only a specific mineral, we can clean up these landmasses much faster.

“Your role in this operation must have become clear to you by now. We want you to study transportation of minerals in certain species of plants that we have already engineered and come up with economically viable solutions. By economically viable, I mean, it should be possible to reclaim a landmass by cultivation of these plants within one season. All the minerals absorbed by the plants must be of the purest form and must not be dissipated into the environment in any way. We should be able to inexpensively recover the absorbed minerals from the plant body.

“Ravi has done research in containing the root growth to the depths that we require. Chemical factories usually let out heavy metals in the water they drain and this accumulates on the soil. The metals can get deep down the surface, but cultivation plants do not have roots that go below a certain depth. Hence, it is important that we restrict the plants to grow roots only to a specific depth and then mesh out covering a larger and denser area.

“Kavita and Joe have altered some plants to make them grow much faster than their natural speed and consume less water than they usually do. I want you to sit with each one of us and get to know more of the work that we have already done. All that I mentioned is not really complete but we are at substantial degree of confidence levels. So, you are welcome to our team and let’s suck in the minerals!” Though Aparna had explained everything in plain English, Tanvi’s brain was already full of a lot of details that she knew were involved in each of the research that Aparna had explained. She also had a feeling of having been left out of a lot of fun already. After all, if she was a required part of the project, why was she not called in before?

Tanvi spent the entire day with Ravi trying to understand how the plants were genetically modified to produce a larger number of auxiliary roots that the plant would normally require. She was amused by the technique Ravi had devised. A plant would grow roots in a direction in which it requires support to balance itself. Ravi had modified this balance functionality so that the plant always thought it was falling and hence continually grew roots in all directions. This made the roots more dense and more spatially spread. He could not achieve the same success in all kinds of plants that they were interested in, but was at least successful in doing so in some of those plants. He proudly displayed his section of the central glass cube where his plants at different experimentation stage were thriving under artificial lighting and fluids.

Chapter 4

Tanvi took a couple of weeks to warm up to her role in the team. Given the complexities of her task and of the tasks already accomplished before her arrival, two weeks was a record time. She had to get back in touch with the current research in the mineral transportation domain since she had not worked much in the field after her doctoral thesis. Out of the multitude of plants selected and studied by her teammates, she selected only a handful for conducting her experiments. She had found a flaw in Ravi’s theory of plant balance. The growth of roots might also be dependent on nutrition levels and moisture of its surrounding soil. She and Ravi planned to test this by growing a plant in a bed of soil with controlled nutrition value and moisture in different areas. She also wanted to check if different types of roots absorb different minerals more prominently.

Most heavy metals are very harmful if they enter the food chain. Hence, Tanvi felt it would be best if the plants grown were thorny-those which cattle usually do not eat. When she mentioned this, however, no one showed any interest and Kavita explained that we need not worry about cattle eating these plants because the land can be easily fenced off. This removed the next requirement that Tanvi had thought about-keeping the metals as close to the roots or even in the roots if possible.

She had a few other things to do at hand. She had to make the plants concentrate the metals to very high degree. This meant that the plant must absorb a large amount of metals and also keep them from spreading to the whole plant. She required the plants to keep a bank where all the minerals it absorbed are stored. This also facilitates easy extraction for recycling of the metals. Her goal was a bit far fetched; the industry could buy-back the plants after a season and extract the metals. She did not know if this could be even remotely economical, but the idea was a good one. This actually solved the problem of metal contamination.

When Tanvi discussed about her ideas, Kavita and Joe looked at each other and smiled. Among all the plants that they had yet considered for their studies, they had also considered some plants that have buds on their roots or stems. These plants have an inherent storage system of the tune that Tanvi was thinking about. The problem was that the plant borrows its food from these buds and hence, even though the concentration will be large in the buds, minerals will also reach other parts of the plant. The water transportation model was available for these types of plants, but what Tanvi required was a dead-end bud. The plant must not derive its food from these buds.

Chapter 5

Solving problems in genetics is very much like finding a needle in a haystack. Even with the DNA synthesis and electron microscopes to monitor the progress of the cell, it was very difficult to defeat what evolution built into each cell and each nucleus. The team struggled together for many weeks but could not get all the requirements satisfied. They always ended up with some or another problem.

It had been more than eight months since Tanvi and Nikhil moved from Noida to Pune. Nikhil was now feeling comfortable in his new job and got a good increment in the mid-term appraisals. He had made up his mind to ask Tanvi if she was ready for marriage now. They had not got much time to spend with each other lately. They had been very busy at their jobs. Nikhil was happy that Tanvi was also as busy since otherwise, he would have had to spend a considerable number of complete weekends with her. Nikhil felt that it was a good time to marry. They would get some rest form their routine and the future prospects looked good. Flow of money had increased considerably with their better paying jobs. They decided to meet at a restaurant midway from their workplaces.

“I want to marry you, Nikhil. But right now, I am very busy in my current project. I don’t feel even a week’s leave is feasible. After this assignment finishes, I will try to move into a slightly passive role and then let’s get married”, Tanvi tried to reason with Nikhil. “You work on a research project, details of which are beyond my scope of understanding. You are brilliant at what you do and I want you to keep your current role. It gives you the fullest enjoyment and job satisfaction. But that will never end. It will always be that way. You have a personal life too. I have reduced my work hours and am more aligned with the company’s official hours now. Just doing that still gives us ample time together. And, I don’t feel after all the work you have done for the past eight months your institute is going to deny a week’s leave.” Nikhil wanted the decision to go his way. Tanvi just nodded and assured him that she will think about it.

Tanvi could not think of marriage till she finished the project. The project had been progressing slowly for the past few days, but she did not want to miss any excitement by being away even for a day. She stabbed at the fruit dish and then, like a flash of lightening it occurred to her. If they could get this done, most of their current problems in the project would fade away. Nikhil was quick to notice the sudden sparkle in Tanvi’s eyes. “What happened? Is everything all right?” Nikhil asked her. She was thinking deeply and did not want to be disturbed. “I just got an idea.” Tanvi replied. “This idea is about work? And hence you may not share it with me?” Nikhil felt bad that she did not share her office happenings with her. He always told Tanvi what he did, how great was the new algorithm that he wrote and how fast the new system is because of what he did and so on. Tanvi, on the other hand, was much involved in her work and still did not share what was going on at her office. The only thing he knew was that she worked on something involving plants and minerals-big deal! After all that was what Tanvi was trained to do, isn’t it? Zero information gain.

Nikhil dropped Tanvi home after their dinner. By then she had returned to her normal self and promised him to think positively about their marriage. Nikhil was appeased; at least some progress.

Chapter 6

“We have been trying to find solutions for our problem in the wrong direction.” Tanvi said to the team. All of them were sitting near the whiteboard and Tanvi was explaining what she thought will be the solution to their problems.

“We wanted to make plants have nodules and we wanted the plants to concentrate the pure metals in them. However, the plant itself derives food from these nodules and we cannot prevent the metals from being transported to the other parts of the plant. Also, nodules are one big bag of food. There are no compartments and it is difficult to separate the metals internally.

“However, plants bear fruits. Fruits are a place where a lot of nutrition gets accumulated. The plant itself does not derive its food from the fruit. It is a reserve for the seed, or for birds to aid transportation of seed. In any case, fruits are dead-end buds. Nutrition only flows in to the fruit. Moreover, when the conditions are conducive, it is a natural tendency of a living organism to reproduce. We have already got proven research about increasing the fruit yield of plants.

“Moreover, certain fruits like oranges have petals-a natural compartmentalization of nutrition. Some others like wall nuts also have compartments. I think, if we can get the metals to separate out into compartments, we will have done a lot of progress. We have concentrated portions of the nut that contain heavy metals and then other portions that contain a mixture of the lighter metals. This is easier to achieve because we can transport most of the lighter metals together while heavy metals must be given a path of their own. What do you all say? Is it possible?”

Dr Aparna was impressed with what Tanvi had thought about. In fact, the solution seemed to be a very natural one. The problem was that they had not studied the fruits to the required detail. Nevertheless, after a lot of excited discussion over the topic, everyone took up part of the Herculean task. Tanvi would focus purely on highly concentrating heavy metals into compartments of fruits. Joe, Kavita and Ravi would try to make some of their plants bear fruits of the required characteristics. Aparna had specially stressed that since they would have good concentrations of heavy metal, it is best to have hard shells. Getting little plants to bear fruit with hard shells is a difficult task. They set out with taking a sample from the cells of a walnut tree.

Tanvi knew that lot of plants can concentrate heavy metals 300 times their environment concentrations. What Tanvi was aiming for was more than 1000 times. The plant must feel that the metals are utmost necessary for the fruits. Only then will it concentrate metals to this extent. Everyone had a lot of work to do.

Third time in the last week, Tanvi saw one of Dr. Aparna’s plants in the glass box to be subjected to very high temperature. She had disregarded this as a possible error in the measurement apparatus. But three times is too much. Dr. Aparna must know. So she spoke with Dr. Aparna about the faulty readings. Aparna smiled at her and told her that she was experimenting with plants subjected to not only soil contamination, but also ultraviolet and X-Ray contamination. This also involved testing at very high temperatures.

Chapter 7

Enormous efforts on the part of the team were bearing fruit. Many glass boxes in the center of the room had plants with hard round nuts handling from them. Kavita once remarked, “This is a metal-ore. Here, metal does hang on trees!” Concentration and purity levels were close to what they had originally wanted.

A lot of experiments were required to be done. Everyone would be bent over their microscopes or other instruments and churn out meaning of what they observed. Tanvi was closely observing and separating different compartments of one of her nuts, when she saw that one of the compartments had a metal she had not observed before. It was Uranium-235. “This must be some mistake” she repeated to herself many times before repeating the experiment. The result was the same. Tanvi felt her nerve quicken. She had experienced a biological separation of isotopes. Usually, chemical reactions that cause bioconcentration, have no regards towards isotopes. Moreover, U-235 is so rare in natural soil that even after years of bioconcentration, it is difficult to get the quantity of U-235 that she had measured. What worried her more, however, was that the quantity of U-238 was not proportionally larger. In nature, of all Uranium, only 0.711% is U-235. Rest is mostly U-238. But this fruit contained about 15% U-235. This could not happen unless either the plant stored most of its U-238 somewhere else, or, the soil was enriched Uranium.

Excitement made her fingers shiver when she placed a sample of the soil under the spectrometer. What she saw confirmed her worst fears. She was looking at artificially enriched soil. It indeed contained U-235 and U-238 in the ratio that she had estimated from the plant’s nut. Suddenly, she had a shiver going down her spine. Each of those small nuts hanging from the plants appeared like potential nuclear bombs to her. This was no place to conduct experiments with enriched uranium. How could this soil land in one of her plant-boxes? She resisted the impulse of pressing the bright red “Hazard” button present under the desk. Even the thought of the “Hazard” button had a new meaning. She knew she had to act, but did not know how.

Was it logical to trust any of her team-mates? She knew by now that it would have been impossible for anyone outside the team, baring the director himself, to fiddle with anything inside this room. Also, the soil that she was now looking at could have not been possibly come here accidentally. It costs like hell to enrich Uranium, and this was just less than weapons-usable grade. She decided to confront all of her team members together. This way, if there was something fishy going on, everyone would know. She called out to everyone for an “Emergency” meeting.

“What I saw a few minutes ago calls for the pressing of that button.” Tanvi pointed to the “Hazard” buttons under the desks. “This is serious and I want an answer immediately. I detected that one of my plant was subjected to enriched Uranium soil and the plant has biologically separated the isotopes enriching the U-235 to dangerous levels. How did the enriched soil land in my boxes? How did the plant separate the isotopes?”

The room felt silent-dead silent. Aparna was the first to speak. “Tanvi, I think you need to know the whole thing now. Just to answer your two questions, I put the enriched soil in your plant-box, and the plant separates isotopes through a process similar to the gaseous diffusion technique that uses semi-permeable membranes. Now, you need to listen to a lot of things that we have kept away from you. All of us have been associated with this from the very start and have known everything. But we were not sure of how you would react and so we did not tell you.”

“If you remember, India’s first moon mission carried a lot of apparatus and has returned some very valuable information about the surface of the moon. One of the important information is that the surface of moon has a lot of radioactive isotopes in proportions different from that found on earth. This has two consequences. Any human settlement on the moon in the future may be subjected to much more radiation than it should be. If we do have any plans then we have to clean up at least part of the surface. Another consequence is that this nuclear material can be used by atomic reactors to solve our energy problems, here, on Earth. For this, we need to mine the surface of the moon and bring back enriched Uranium, Plutonium and other useful materials. This is practically impossible for many years in the future. However, we can grow plants on moon’s surface. It is possible to give limited supply of oxygen, carbon dioxide and shield from Sun’s intense heat and make plants grow on the surface of moon.

“You now understand the importance of our project to this mission. We should be able to separate isotopes and keep enriched nuclear material in those nuts. Later explorations to the moon will pick up these nuts and bring them back to earth. Done on a really large scale, this can solve our energy problems, and also will provide power for settlements on the moon.” Aparna’s voice was intense and showed the drive she felt inside her about the project.

“But, the moon is not our land! I mean, we had this beautiful Earth and we have almost destroyed it. Now we are doing the same with the Moon. Changing the constituents of the soil? That is out of question. We do not own the Moon. No nation, no organization, no one owns the moon. It’s not like we go over there and start a settlement because we harvested a few nutty weeds in that area. And you want to bring back fissile material concentrated to more than weapon’s grade to Earth in a space-ship? By what you say, it is not unimaginable that Moon soil could contain a lot of plutonium too. Unlike Uranium, Plutonium has a much smaller critical mass of about 10 kg and you could hazard a nuclear chain reaction if more than this much mass was brought together. I do not know how I could have even agreed to work with you people if I knew what you were up to.” Tanvi was very angry at every member of the team. Genetics caused and created things that were not supposed to be a part of the Earth’s ecosystem. This had a potential of disrupting a lot of other things. But mostly remaining within the walls of a laboratory, Tanvi had gotten over that feeling. But this was something new. It was not ethical. Their experiments may go wrong and could have dire consequences.

Aparna tried to appease her. “We were afraid you would disagree and hence we kept it secret from you.” Tanvi was not pleased. “And from where did you get that soil?” Tanvi would have not been surprised if she heard Moon again. “From BARC” Aparna replied. “I cannot allow you people to do this. It is crime against the Universe. Movement of one planet’s assets to another is breach of a natural isolation created and maintained for God knows how many years. What will happen if some microorganisms grow in the lunar ambience and make to the Earth and we do not know how to stop them? We could have diseases of the kind never seen before. We have in this lab, evolved all kind of weird plants but they were all under our nose. When you mentioned they will be planted at sites where there was severe heavy metal contamination, that land still could be surveyed. If the plants evolve into something dangerous, or somehow learn how to grow much larger fruits, we have actually created natural atom bombs. With the natural distribution of isotopes on the Earth, this could have not happened very easily. Also, we do not understand what kind of radiations exist in the Universe and what impact can they have on living tissue. The worst thing is I feel incriminated.” Tanvi was not at all comfortable now that she herself comprehended the possibilities.

“Don’t be silly. Your contribution in this project has been a lion’s share. You should be proud that you are going to solve a lot of energy problems and help a lot of people. You are a scientist of the highest accord and have proven it through your work. Your emotions and Earth-patriotism is only hindering your view. There is a larger benefit that you are missing. Think rationally. This is big. It can take you places, I won’t mention the Moon again, but that is also on the list.” Aparna did not know that someone could be so horrified by the facts. She wanted Tanvi for this project and many more. “I am resigning from the job.” Tanvi declared. Aparna was transfixed. “No!” she screamed. “You are not going anywhere. We need you here. This is your place. You made amazing inventions and it will be a big mistake for you to lose the opportunities that you can have by being with us. Also, you have an indemnity bond with us.” Aparna knew she had spoken in the wrong tone immediately after the sentence was out. But the damage was done.

“Do not try to stop me. I am not in your institute anymore.” She wrote “I quit.” on a notebook page and signed below. Then she threw it towards Aparna. Then she quickly picked up her bag, removed all things that belonged to the institute and said to everyone, “Don’t forget to read the morning paper tomorrow.” It was Aparna’s turn to act quickly. She physically stopped Tanvi and said, “If you want to leave, it is your choice. But you have no right to make the nation suffer because of your foolishness. The people do not understand what amount of toil and energy has to go in anything that makes their lives so easy ands simple. If you go to the press, they will virtually destroy us. This cannot be tolerated. One individual like you cannot jeopardize a great vision. Stop Tanvi. You could contribute here and be the one to be proud. You are afraid of the consequences of our experiments. Then do more of them and establish that such dire things will not happen. We will put these plants on a simulated lunar surface at some other institute’s facility and check the effects. We could monitor the plants from the Earth using very good cameras. You think of it and we will take that precaution. But please do not leave or disclose the project to anyone.” Aparna had not pleaded this way ever before.

Tanvi did not listen to any of her proposals. She had made up her mind. She was not going to stop at any cost and was going to expose the institute for conducting such experiments without informing her and without her consent. She swiped out of the room while Aparna was trying to speak her out of it once more. Aparna was distressed, but also tense. She went in her cabin and locked the door. She picked up the phone and called the Director on the internal line. She explained what had happened in as less words as possible. She stressed that all attempts at stopping Tanvi had failed and that Tanvi had threatened speaking to the press. Before hanging the phone, the Director said, “I am sorry.”

Nikhil called up Tanvi to ask if she felt like having dinner at a nearby restaurant in the evening. The phone was answered up by a man who asked Nikhil if he knew Tanvi. “Yes, I know her”, Nikhil replied. “Please come to Sasoon Hospital as soon as possible” the man on the other side said. Tanvi was declared “brought dead” by Sasoon Hospital. She was the lone victim of a complicated accident that occurred earlier that day.

Epilogue

Two separate news items meant a lot to Dr. Aparna. She was amused that both of them occurred on the same day. The Indian Prime Minister had congratulated the scientists for successfully completing the second mission to moon. He said that the new robots that the mission has sent to moon will help in establishing a lot of unknown facts about the outer space and possibility of life outside Earth. The second news item related to a discovery of a Uranium mine near a military site in Rajasthan. The readers of this news item did not know, however, that the Uranium mine was almost equally near any place on Earth, or rather, equally far away. Tanvi should have been alive to see this day.

Fact and Fiction

Plants can concentrate heavy metals to about 300 times of concentrations found in their environment is a fact. Large mass of nuclear material if brought together can start a chain reaction is a fact. Plutonium’s critical mass is about 10 kg. Proportion of Uranium 235 in naturally occurring Uranium is 0.711% on the Earth. Biological separation of isotopes is fiction. Everything related to the moon is fiction. That the NCCS exists in the University of Pune campus is a fact. That it does research even remotely close to the kind mentioned here is fiction. That the moon missions have returned data that shows higher ratios of fissile material on moon is fiction. Finally, all characters mentioned here are purely fictitious and bear no resemblance with anyone living or dead. Any such resemblance if found should be considered only coincidental. I do not imply that any such incidents as mentioned in this story could have happened or could happen in future in any institutions mentioned or not mentioned.

All in a day’s work!

October 2, 2008

My friend Nirav Uchat and I got an excellent experience of what happens if are trying to modify parts of code while we do not know anything about some other dependent parts. As a part of our MTech project, we are modifying some drivers. The part of the driver that communicates with the underlying hardware, called HAL code, was a black box for us until today morning. We wanted to add a functionality in the driver and had been struggling with the known parts of the driver for about a month now, without making any progress.

Today morning, we got the news that the HAL code has now been released by the manufacturers. After we got access to the HAL code, it took us only a few hours to find out what needed to be done to successfully add the required functionality. We were also relieved to know that we could have never found out the solution without either the HAL code, or knowing about some hardware register details. The solution did not exist in the parts that were accessible to us for the past month.

In case you are interested in what we are doing, I will briefly describe it. We are using wifi cards and madwifi driver to enable TDMA communication instead of CSMA in wifi. We did not have access to the Atheros HAL. We wanted to get SWBA beacon interrupts from the HAL to define slot boundaries in TDMA. The HAL timer is much more accurate than the kernel timers (we are not using a real-time kernel).

SOA is different from DOA

August 22, 2008

I cannot produce all that I need myself. Therefore, I rely on others for many things. I buy milk and bread from my grocer, newspaper from the newspaper agency close by, cooking gas from the Bharat Gas retailers and so on. In addition, I book my travel tickets through my travel agent, pay taxes through my accountant and visit my doctor when I fall ill.

It is very interesting to see the mechanism in which all these day-to-day activities progress. My cooking gas connection is distinctly different from the other services I avail of. I have a contract with the gas retailer. My retailer has handed me a gas regulator and a cylinder, the latter he promises to refill, the former I promise to preserve till I require his services. This contract is a tight relationship between me and my retailer. It is not easy to shift my gas connection from one retailer to other.

On the contrary, I can easily change my grocer, my travel agent or my accountant (changing my doctor often is not advisable) and we do not keep any entity such as the gas regulator to bind us tightly. Most of these service providers do have a substantial information about me, which they maintain on their own accord, but this is very different from a contract that says “I buy from you and you alone”. Nevertheless, these services still function efficiently since I fill out the required forms and my agents know how to interpret these forms. In the real world, these form exchange may be often verbal as is the case with the grocer or the newspaper  man.

By taking real world analogies, I have tried to establish that there are two models of interactions. Real businesses are not unlike these daily chores when we think about interactions. Businesses also depend on others for services, and frequently fill out forms to access such services. With computers proliferating the business, these interactions can be easily made machine to machine. Which of the two models of interactions will businesses prefer?

Distributed Objects Architecture

Closely related to the gas retailer model, we have the distributed objects architecture. Here, a machine belonging to one business will avail of services provided by the other by referencing objects from the other business’s interface. It will invoke a set of methods and gets its work done. To operate properly, this mechanism requires the “service user” to know what objects are exposed by the “service provider”. When accessed, the service provider must create these objects for its customer and execute the instructions given by the customer. The degree of interaction is such that effectively the customer gets the work done by micromanaging the object on the provider’s premises. Both the service user and the service provider would not want this. Consider for example a telecom company that uses the services of a retailer to ship handsets to its customers. If these two companies use a distributed objects architecture, the telecom company will have to establish an object reference with the handset retailer and maintain this reference till the transaction was complete (which can be several days). The handset retailer’s machine will have to maintain a real object all this time. Very few interactions really took place, but the object occupied memory on both machines for the entire duration of the transaction. Tight coupling and micromanaging is definitely not a good option for this type of requirement.

This model also assumes a lot of trust. The retailer exposed its interfaces, it maintained all the objects that the telcom company requested and executed the service required because it had a predefined contract with the telcom company (and also possibly wrote the entire application in a programming language that was previously agreed upon). When we are going to this length of coupling, there better be multiple interactions between the two entities, or else, all this was wasteful. This also implies that the telcom company cannot change its retailer overnight. It has to painstakingly negotiate a new protocol with the new retailer before its services can be availed of.

Since the service user was supposed to micromanage the provider, the user’s thread was blocked. It performed synchronous communication with the provider and spent lot of time waiting either for the provider to return a result or in establishing network connections with the array of objects it required. Everything had to suddenly also be tolerable to network disruptions; an entity that is neither controlled nor owned by the parties involved.

We have highlighted the following fallacies with the use of Distributed Objects Architecture:

  1. Tight coupling and micromanaging objects leads to unnecessary reservation of resources.
  2. Synchronous calls leads to blocking of execution control.
  3. Elevated amounts of predefined contracts and trust needed.
  4. Tolerance to network issues.
  5. Possible constraints on the use of programming language.

Service Oriented Architecture

Coming closer to how services work in the real world, if we have a mechanism in which I ask for a service and then the service calls me back when done, we may find answers to the problems we face with distributed objects. To make the coupling loose, I would no more hold a reference to an entity belonging to someone else. The service user would rather send to the provider the entire set of requirements, maybe through a form of some kind and go ahead with other activities. We now need the two entities to understand only the forms that they exchange. The service user could avail of similar services from multiple providers simultaneously without being bound in a one-to-one contract with one provider. Of course, all the entities involved will still need to understand the same form, but that is much better than having to build applications in the same programming language!

In service oriented architecture, we expect the service users and the service providers to exchange documents in an universally understandable format. Implementation of the service can be done, after interpreting the document, in any language that the service provider deems fit. This more natural way of functioning paints a pleasant picture. We can now achieve loose coupling (no maintaining of each other’s entities), dynamic binding (freedom of selection of the service provider (with only the constraint that the new service provider also understands the document format)), asynchronous communication (no blocking for the code to return from a remote call), and independence of programming languages (you like Java, I like C and he likes Python)!

Caution

It is easy to be thrilled about this new technology. After all, it gave us all that we craved for. But surely there must be a downside. Yes, there is. I once read in a software engineering text how a team that had jelled together could get much more work done through much less formal interaction than  a team that was yet to jell. When I explain a concept to one of my old friends, I do not have to explain much. They understand more quickly than a new colleague. It is as if I have an unwritten protocol with my friends (they understand my body language, my usage of certain words, and my tone) that allows me to skip many verbosities in communication while explaining something to them. On the other hand, I have to mention all disclaimers, all auxiliary details to a new colleague. This is exactly what is happening in the document exchange mechanism in SOA. Both sides have to continually parse documents. The format of the document is fixed. These are much less optimizations possible. The telcom company in the above example may request the retailer to provision a thousand mobile phones per month and only a few broadband ADSL modems, but still, it has to use the complete document specification and the provider has to parse this entire document every time.

I am only raising a word of caution that SOA is not a silver bullet. There might be instances when DOA or some other mechanism is more suitable than SOA.

Conclusion

SOA is definitely different from distributed objects. Its underlying philosophy is different and, I feel, it is more human-centric than distributed objects. For most scenarios to which DOA is a solution, SOA offers a better, much simplified alternative. Documents prepared in universally accepted formats, such as the XML, allows us to overcome many of the shortcomings or awkwardness of distributed objects. Nevertheless, we must remember that there might be instances when SOA is not really the way to proceed–it is not a silver bullet.

A Quest to Meet

June 1, 2008

It was a late November afternoon with warm sunshine and clear skies. Vishal Joglekar had received an envelop from University of California, Los Angeles. What the letter contained was his dream. He had applied to do a summer internship at the UCLA under Dr. Arjun Joshi. It was unlikely that anyone from Indian Institute of Technology, Bombay would ask for an internship in a medical university. However, Vishal’s special interests in life critical embedded systems and his related project had convinced his guide and the faculty advisors that this Computer Science student genuinely required to visit the Cardio-Vascular facility at UCLA.

Vishal wanted to develop real time software and hardware for pacemaker which would warn the person of any irregularities in the heart’s operations. Transmission of wireless signals from within the body and particularly from so close to one of the vital organs was a great challenge. This research would require a facility with test beds of pacemaker fitted rodents at a scale that was difficult to have in India. Vishal had thus applied for a three month internship at UCLA.

Behind this academic urge was a completely different thrust. His guide and the faculty advisors would have suspected this had they known who he had applied to work under. Dr. Arjun Joshi had married Ashwini Phatak–a prominent actress in Bollywood. Vishal was a staunch fan of Ashwini. Of course, Ashwini was much elder to him and Vishal had no intentions to love her or marry her, but was always desirous of meeting her once. Ashwini had settled in the US and was not seen much in India. The only way, Vishal thought, he could meet Ashwini now was through her husband. It was this utmost desire to meet Ashwini that had made him think of an elaborate plan. He was a good student and would be invited to some US university for whatever he applied. But applying to medical school in UCLA was strange and he had to build up a good case.

He worked very hard reading a lot of research journals about the subject he had selected. The anatomy of the heart, functioning of the various nerves, expansion and contraction muscles and the other intricate details of pumping blood were almost the only things he could think of for months. Along with that, he had studied the mechanism of many pacemakers, the problems people faced with them and the problems doctors faced understanding the condition of the heart without opening the chest. All this study was profusely important for his initial letter to UCLA. His idea of what he wanted to do was so clear in the letter that UCLA not only gave him permission to do his internship at their facility, they actually funded it.

The very pretext of meeting Ashwini Phatak was so strong that he could easily push himself to the limits. Not once while he was studying for this new found passion did he actually think of Ashwini. The means were the short term ends. The long term ends were vaguely pushed back in memory. This long term end came rushing back to his memory when he read the letter from UCLA. He knew that the task is not done yet. He shall not arrive at the Cardio-vascular facility and demand Dr. Arjun to arrange a meeting with Ashwini. Such things are just not done. He will have to completely conceal his intentions and create a great image for himself in the eyes of the good doctor. Then, through affection and respect for Vishal, the doctor would call him for a dinner at his home. In India, it is not unlikely to happen. Many discussions do take place at one of the participant’s place with dinner prepared by his wife. Men take a lot of pride in the cookery skills their wives possess.

This means three long months of toil at the UCLA. But it meant a lot of things in the near future. It was late November and Vishal would require to buy his tickets, get his VISA stamped and buy a lot of clothes. He did not have a suit and during his stay in US, he would require at least 3 suits, multiple ties and good quality shirts. Along with all this, he had to complete his studies for the spring semester and be proficient in all the details of his research. Time sped like a rabbit and Vishal was astonished at how much can be done in a four month timespan. He had performed fabulously in his semester exams, flopped a course project, done three other projects on good terms, and done all the necessary shopping. He read and reread the journals he had referred and then prepared notes on his observations.

His flight date was close on heels of his exams and he would not get much time to do the packing. His parents had landed in Mumbai and stayed at a relative doing the packing and last minute shopping for their son. They were completely aware of Vishal’s reasons for taking up this research. But they were happy for all the effort he was putting in. “After all, some kind of motivation is absolutely necessary”, his father used to say. His mother taunted him saying, “My son might arrive with a wife when he returns. Vishal, Ashwini is a good girl but is also happily married. Do not run off with her! Of course I know you won’t do such a thing.” Vishal consoled his mother saying that he just wanted to meet Ashwini and give her the review of one of her old movies that he had recently written. That was his sole goal.

Finally, Vishal’s exams were done with, and he had carefully packed his paper work, bunch of CDs and inspected all the packing that his parents had done. After carefully removing a dozen of eatables from the various pockets of the huge bags, he told his parents that the US was not starved and this food would anyways be thrown in a dustbin at the airport. His mother knew all this and still had packed all the stuff for her boy. They all then left for the airport and bid Vishal goodbye when the time was ripe to do so. Before this, he had to promise that he shall take good care of himself, eat properly, sleep properly, study properly, socialize, make new friends and concentrate on his research work. Vishal had no time to think out how many of these things were mutually exclusive.

During the long flight from Mumbai to Los Angeles Vishal got peaceful time to think about the dozen or so films he had seen which starred Ashwini Pathak. He was proud that he had seen so many of her movies. The possibility that he was clutching now gave him a chill down his spine. It was now possible that he would meet his favorite heroine. It was difficult to think of what he would speak with her. He also had to show his capabilities to Dr. Arjun before all this. It would take a lot of effort. He had not been among doctors ever. He was a computer engineer and not a medical student. Suddenly a terrifying thought passed his mind. Was he correct in what he was doing? He was actually setting up a meeting with his favorite heroine hiding behind her husband’s back. His intentions were different from what he had made public. But his intentions were not bad. They were simple and impossible without any put-up at the same time. He could have surely not been able to meet Ashwini had he written to her husband that he wanted to do so. Moreover, he was truly doing the work he had written to the UCLA about. At length, meeting Ashwini was just a motivation to do the pacemaker research. Rather, it was the other way round, but it did not matter whilst both the ends were met.

His reception at the Los Angeles International Airport was simple and professional. One of the Indian interns at the UCLA had come to receive him on the airport and took Vishal from the airport to the UCLA Medical Center where he was shown his workplace at the Department of Surgery. Vishal was thrilled. There was a proper place for everything. His computer console was up and the username and password was written in black ink on a yellow paper and pinned to the board next to the monitor. He unpacked his study material and placed it in the drawers. After carefully locking everything and logging off his terminal, he went to lunch with his Indian guide.

Chatting with him, Vishal understood that Dr. Arjun was very busy all the time. He was neat and meticulous in all that he did. He was friendly once you know him and had great respect for people who knew their areas well. He did not have a prejudice against other professions and in fact that was a reason Vishal could be here. He had made special recommendations since he felt that it is time that other branches of science get more closely involved in medicine. Computers, Dr. Arjun thought, were going to make medication and diagnosis easier in the near future and that was their rightful purpose. Vishal instantly knew how lucky he had been. It was an application sent to the right man at the right time.

For a few days after Vishal had gone to UCLA, he never saw Dr. Arjun. Vishal’s work was investigated by an array of other interns, residents and doctors. They all told him the same thing. Dr. Arjun was busy in some surgery or in some meeting. Vishal did not know that he was actually been evaluated by all the associates working with Dr. Arjun before the doctor would waste his time with the young lad. It was a couple of days after Vishal had already started working on his idea that Dr Arjun met him in a laboratory. After exchanging pleasantries, Dr. Arjun fixed an appointment with Vishal at Vishal’s workspace and left. Vishal was used to his professors wandering about his desk whenever asked for help. However, he had not thought same would apply in the US too. He had expected Dr. Arjun to ask Vishal to come to his own office rather than the other way round.

Later, Vishal met Dr. Arjun at regular intervals to report his progress. Within a month the basic idea was prepared and the feasibility was studied. The basic novel idea was that the pacemaker would not continuously emit signals thus reducing the danger of electromagnetic exposure. Instead, when an equipment like the ECG machine was trying to measure the heart’s electrical activities, the machine can activate a log reader. The pacemaker will then download important information, if any, through electrical signals akin to those recorded by the ECG machine. Modifications would be required in the ECG machine to trigger the pacemaker to start sending the data and also to record the downloaded data. In case of emergency, the pacemaker would use both electrical pulses as well as wireless signals. The wireless signals will be in the cellular mobile spectrum so that a mobile phone nearby will be informed automatically.

The idea was new and daring. It would require much more time than three months of internship to get a prototype done and working. Arjun smiled at Vishal when he mentioned this concern. Arjun said, “Vishal, success in all fields of science are a combination of immense work by many people adding small bits and pieces to our collective knowledge. A particular idea can be thought out by only a single individual, but ideas put together make big leaps. And, that definitely takes time. It is for us to make a bit of progress here and a bit there. Someone else will take up your work maybe in some other part of the world and someone else will probably successfully prototype it. Your initial work will have created solid foundation blocks for these people. It is not for you to worry that you may not be able to complete what you set out with. Your task is to take it to the next stage. During your stay here it should definitely be your intention to take this stage as close to your end goal as possible. But remember, your idea will not be lost. You will publish a couple of papers about your work here and those will motivate others to move ahead with your project. I recommend however, that you spend time on your papers only after going back to India. Here, while you are at it, make the best use of the facilities we have to provide. But, keep a journal about your findings, frustrations, surprises and anything you feel interesting. It will help when you sit down to write your papers.”

This might have been the longest monologue Vishal had ever heard from Arjun. Vishal’s respect for Arjun as a person increased many fold. In later months, parts of the original idea could be tested. The pacemaker was connected with an additional device that could send electromagnetic waves when triggered. The pacemaker would trigger this device when it observed abnormal activities. It was not possible to test this apparatus with rodents in its current form due to size constraints. An external wireless device could have been created but it would take a lot of time. Close to the end of the internship, few other complex parts were also in mid-progress and would not be completed. Still, Vishal’s idea seemed feasible. He made plans about the remaining parts of his project. He decided to focus on whatever real time software requirements that his idea will have. Though parts of his idea were tested, they were not done using real time scheduling. After returning to India, he would have little chance to work with hardware and hence, he would work on the software component alone. Of course, testing software without the actual hardware is very difficult and he will have to ship the code back to the US to test it. But he did not know if it would go that far.

With all this, Vishal was very exhausted from having worked virtually round the clock, sleeping at his workplace most of the nights for last few days. It suddenly occurred to him that his primary motive was not yet satisfied. He wanted to meet Ashwini and he knew he was just half an hour’s drive away from her. He hoped Dr. Arjun would invite Vishal for dinner before he left. After all, they had become quite friendly and were increasingly spending more and more time together. Other interns were jealous that Vishal got to see so much of the doctor lately. Vishal was once also invited to a cardiac surgery. Vishal politely refused since he had not seen any surgery earlier and this would be too much for him to bear. He jokingly added, “Let a computer engineer remain a computer engineer.” What he really wanted to say was, “How about changing this invitation to one in which you ask me to come with you for dinner at your home?”

Vishal was thinking sadly about his misfortune as to how close he was to meeting Ashwini and would now surely miss this opportunity when his father’s words crossed his mind. Indeed, meeting Ashwini was only a motivation that made him take this difficult project and bring it up to this stage. She was a means to attain a completely different end–one which involved academic complexities and not just emotional ones. Meeting her was not the end. This was. Still, he hoped it could be some sort of a side-end or a side-effect of his visit here.

On his last day in the US, he bought a beautiful gift for Dr. Arjun. It was an exquisite piece of smoked glass in the shape of a muscular animal holding his head high, probably in response to the honor he so rightfully deserved. For Ashwini, he printed out the review about her old movie that he had written few months before. He felt that this was the most appropriate thing to do. Even if he could not himself reach Ashwini Phatak, his writing would reach her. And, anyways, he had planned to give it to her if he did meet her in person. Near the end of his last day, Vishal went to Dr. Arjun’s cabin and thanked him for the support, guidance and everything Dr. Arjun himself and the department had given him. At this point, Dr. Arjun said, “I wanted to actually call you for dinner at my home sometime, but you were always so dedicatedly busy with your work that I did not feel like disturbing you. We will do that the first thing whenever you come back here.” Vishal was spellbound. Of course he had been dedicatedly working on his project, but that was so that the doctor would have a good impression about him and invite him to dinner. But it now was clear that his dedication was actually the reason he could not meet Ashwini. Quickly overcoming this mild hysteria Vishal gave the gift he had bought for Dr. Arjun and also presented the envelope with the printed movie review. He asked the doctor to do a favor and pass on his review of the film to Ashwini. Arjun was surprised that Vishal could produce such a thing, but promised Vishal that he would give it to his wife.

Vishal left for India later that evening. He was completely exhausted and deprived at the same time. He was exhausted because of little sleeping for the past few days and deprived because he had lost the chance to meet his favorite heroine. Though the printed review was some consolation, it was nothing compared to a one to one meeting. A little bit of apprehension also hung in the air as to whether Ashwini or Dr. Arjun will write to him about the review. With all these mixed feelings, when Vishal landed in India, a new much more dominant feeling overtook. The strong desire to meet his parents and to tell them all his experiences over and over again. Indeed he had had a great time in the US. His study was a small breakthrough in the field and his papers that he planned to finish by the next couple of months would make him really famous in the community. He wanted to tell all this to his mom and dad. He spent all the time during the long drive from Mumbai to his home town telling his parents about the various small things about his stay in the US.

After reaching home, Vishal freshened up and checked his email account. A new email from Dr. Arjun read:

Hi Vishal,

This is Ashwini Pathak. Since you may not have my email address, I thought it best to ask Arjun to send you my email. Thanks a lot for the glass showpiece. It has decorated our living room display like nothing else.

We both read the review that you gave to Arjun. He had to view the entire movie once more to believe that all those details you mentioned are, in fact, present in the movie! You have done a fantastic job, Vishal. Kudos to your literary skills! (And I understand that your academic skills are great as well.) I would have liked to meet you. Do visit us if you come to the US anytime later.

Best Wishes,
Ashwini Pathak

P.S. If you write a good script, I will be willing to do the movie.

I had originally posted this story on my googlepages on June 1, 2008 at http://ashutoshdhekne.googlepages.com/aquesttomeet

Mixed Tea

May 30, 2008

All characters and incidents in this story are purely fictitious.

Chapter 1

That night I almost did not sleep. Well, I must have slept since I remember waking up the next morning, but I was most certainly swinging between consciousness and sleep throughout the night. Changing a job is a disturbing phase. I had no complains about my previous employer. My work had been appropriately appreciated from time to time and I had loved it. It therefore seemed somewhat wrong to just turn my back and join a new employer overnight.

Mr. Paresh Gaonkar had spotted me in my restaurant and had asked me to meet him after my duty got over. At about 7 in the evening, we were sipping tea at a local tea stall. It was then that Paresh offered me the job of “waiting tables” at his firm. To start with, he made it clear that I will receive pay twice of what I was getting at the restaurant. I was thrilled and almost agreed before asking him where his restaurant was. When I asked him this, he stood awkwardly silent for sometime as if contemplating what to say and then said that he did not own a restaurant but was the proprietor of a small computer firm.

Mr Kunal Manjarekar and Mr Rajendra Damle were Paresh’s partners and worked in a small basement shop. All of them were worried about food they ate and were in search of someone who could feed them regularly to good quality food that could keep their stomachs in order. My duty was to not only serve food but also order it from the most appropriate places. They did not care what I did in my free time as long as I was always in time for their meals. I was skeptical about my duties but the pay was luring me to accept the assignment. I had verbally accepted over the last few drops of tea that we were sipping. Promptly after getting home, I had written a neat resignation letter and planted it in a clean envelope. After all, I had my reputation to preserve even at the previous employer’s place.

Presently I was dressed clean and ready to leave for my new office. Before that, I went to the restaurant and directly stood besides the manager’s desk. I put forth the letter and said, “I had a great time here. Thank you. I am leaving this job for another one.” My image of a resignation was simple. I was wrong. It took me three quarters of an hour to finally convince the manager that I was not making a stunt and that I had no grudge against the restaurant whatsoever. It was plain simple that I had found another employer and I was moving on. I had failed to discuss or hint at my leaving before this day since all was decided after my hours at the restaurant just the previous day. When I left the restaurant I had to run and take a bus to avoid being late at work the very first day.

Chapter 2

I was close to the building where my new workplace was, when I noticed a couple of eateries and tea stalls at the vantage points of road crossings. These were the places closest to the office and hence must have been visited multiple times by my new employers. They might know the taste of each dish that these hotels had on their menu. I will have to be creative.

At 10 in the morning, the office had just opened and all three looked up at me as I approached. Paresh had a grin on his face. I was promptly sent away to bring tea. This was my test and my opportunity. I bought 2 cups of tea from the two different tea stalls round the corner. Then I mixed the tea. I did not know what it would taste like, but I was sure it would not taste the same as that from any one of the stalls. When I served the tea, I saw the puzzled look on everyone’s face. Rajendra told me that I can eat and drink what they eat and drank. I had already bought four cups of tea, but that was to equally mix it. From then on, I could do that and drink my cup of tea too! Rajendra also told me that I could call them using their first names and not attach a ‘sir’ to the names. He said it was the norm in the computer industry.

After all of them had finished their tea, I went away to return the cups to the respective tea stalls. On my way back, I took a detour to investigate if any other eateries existed in the surrounding. I came across a small mess and another 10 table restaurant. I made a contract with the mess manager. She agreed to provide me with four people’s food in a Tiffin box. I asked her to prepare tasty food without much spices. She smiled and said that I was contradicting myself, but promised she would try.

My employers were visibly pleased with me when I severed them food from this Tiffin. They told me that all of them were interested in a lot of boiled vegetables and salads. Since none of them had time to exercise, too much heavy food had a tendency of upsetting their stomachs. I made a note of this insight and this guided my decisions about what to serve for all the time I was with them.

I had pleased my employers for the first day, but I knew this all would soon wither out if I did not continue to do innovative things. In all the spare time I got between tea breaks and lunch times, I would wander around the area to find out if any new eateries were close enough. Everyone would get bored of the similar kind of food that the one mess nearby served. To avert this problem, I had already planned to buy sweets from different sweet stores everyday. I spotted two other homegrown messes a bit farther from the first one. I made it a point to switch between these messes after about a week. It is really astonishing how a person cannot change his cooking habits even when instructed to do so, so that the food tastes a bit different, but how easy it is to get food of varying taste if you change the person making the food.

Chapter 3

As months passed by, I continued switching between messes and altering my instructions about what kind of food I wanted. The computer firm was growing and we had a few staff members and therefore more people to feed. Every now and then, these people would be elated over something and I would promptly skip the routine boiled vegetables and replace it with some dish from the nearby restaurants. Pizza, cake and soft drinks were brought in when it was someone’s birthday.

The best thing of all this was that I could eat the same food that I had ordered for them. This was so drastically different from my previous job that I started feeling great about my job switch. Simple everyday food and regular parties was a very good way of living! With growing number of people at the office, I had made provisions for someone from the mess to deliver warm food to the office directly. My duty was then reduced the calling everyone for food and laying the plates and then clean everything up.

The firm expanded in leaps and bounds. I had never seen such expansion. Within the one year that I was at the firm, we had bought the adjoining shop and converted it into a second office internally connected to the main office. There were about five more people working in the other shop and I heard plans of shifting to another building. At this, I had to ask if the place to shift to was fixed. I had to look around that place and make arrangements for food. I was unduly concerned for the new building would come up about a year from then and our firm was buying a part of a floor. It was large enough to house a small canteen in addition to three cabins and other cubicles. With this, it was unclear for me what my duties will be. No one had indicated any risk to my job, but I was frightened all the same.

Paresh had once said to me, “You are very innovative in how you manage our food problem. Innovation and creation of work to do is a sure-shot way of always being able to do the best job. All the expansion you see in this firm is an output of some or the other innovation. People working here are producing things that others have not thought.” Remembering these words, I was determined to keep my place intact even in the new setup. I had been able to attract appreciation from my employers through creative thinking and that was exactly what I was also going to do now to keep myself employed and required. I jotted down things that I would like to see in the new office. This included water coolers, a snack counter, the dining room and the kitchen. Inspired by my enthusiasm, I was shown the plans of the new building. My limited education kept me from understanding the details of that plan, but I got a good idea of what should be where. Later I went to the site myself and inspected the size of the rooms. I had no estimates of the dimensions shown on the plan and this was the only way I could have enacted on my planning.

My list of things to be done now also included buying plates, cups, kitchenware and other items. I made intricate plans of food timings and how to keep supplies coming in when required. Pleased by my work, Kunal and Rajendra said to me, “You have an entire food protocol underway here. The only thing missing is a contingency plan.” The word was new for me. Both Kunal and Rajendra proudly explained to me how contingency plans were very important and a part of most of the software systems they have been building. It, they said, was a single point on which they almost always beat the competition in their software products. I promptly started thinking about possible disasters in the food region. It included a rat raid on the food storage, a strike by the cooks, a strike by the food suppliers, acute shortage of essential commodities like milk, sugar, tea leaves and so on. To top it all, I had also added a plan to house a two fold increase in people for an entire night. This was to help with probable floods, earthquakes or other natural disasters.

Ideas were forming the basis of my existence in this firm and my efforts of these few months before we finally shifted into the new place made my existence a necessity. I almost self appointed myself to the position of Chief of Housekeeping and Provisions. I have no idea if any firm in any industry boasts of such a position.

As the CoHP I had to keep a constant eye on the operations in the kitchen and the general cleanliness of the workspace. Personal grudges and gossip are very common in the kitchen and housekeeping staff and I had to make an effort to prevent this from reducing their productivity. Such things might have been a part of what the other people in the firm did, but keeping a tab on them was out of my duties, of course!

Chapter 4

The firm had grown multifold, but the old cozy atmosphere was long lost. Paresh, Kunal and Rajendra became more and more inaccessible not only to me but also to the other working staff in the office. Ranks were introduced among the fifty odd people in the firm. Only a few of them were supposed to meet with the three bosses. I knew there was probably no other way things could be managed in an expanding organization of this size, but it was disturbing nonetheless. But the firm as a whole must have been doing great since the intake never seemed to stop.

The firm now occupied the entire floor in the same building. Client visits became common. They had to be served special food brought from some big hotel. These people from other countries did not eat with the rest of the staff in the canteen. They had a special room that should have been used only for conferences, but was now more often used for luncheons. I would look over the waiters serving in that room. They had to be meticulous in their behavior for much depended on everything progressing well in that room.

Twice in a year, we would have a bash—a grand gathering of all the staff members and their families. Paresh, Kunal, and Rajendra had all married beautiful women soon after the new building was up and running smoothly. Their wives seldom came to the office. They had their own jobs and were busy. This quite surprised me in the beginning. I would have thought the wives would take up active part in the functioning of the growing business. They never did so. Maybe it was the correct way in this software world. This way, their family lives were distinct from their office lives. Of course, years earlier, when the firm was very small, I never knew these three to have any other life except to work in the small room for long hours. It was not required now. There were other people to work nights and create profits.

The three bosses frequently went away on foreign trips to bring in new clients or to consult with other firms. They always made sure that all the three of them were not out at the same time. Nothing in the company fell apart in the absence of any one of them. It gave me chills when I first understood this fact. If everything really works fine without one of the bosses on the chair inside his cabin, then was he dispensable? Much less would work the same without a supervisor inside a kitchen, or on the housekeeping front. This, I thought, was a stark difference in the way staff on temporary wages works and how the staff on permanent salaries works.

Chapter 5

The picture perfect I had painted earlier about the employees of the firm fell apart on that fateful day when I heard that Paresh was leaving the company for good. Through internal gossip I heard that differences had cropped up between the three bosses. They had distinctly different dreams for progress form then on. Arguments had become heated and Paresh had offered to remove his share out of the firm. Both Kunal and Rajendra agreed after careful thought.

It was a particularly emotional moment when Paresh left his office. All the staff gathered to bid him goodbye. A small speech was delivered congratulating Paresh for the acute effort he had put in the company and how the company would always remember his part in building it up. It is all very simple to give a heartfelt talk. But for a person to leave his entire life’s work just like that is no joke. He seemed to be distant with almost no expression on his face. I felt like I ought to resign that very moment. After all, it was Paresh who had hired me. However, it would have been insane to do such a thing. With enormous experience behind him, Paresh was sure to do great in his life ahead. I, on the other hand, had great experiences, but nothing to write on my resume. I had handled many people and looked after the provisions quite well, but no one would have noticed it. It is only if you are sloppy in your housekeeping duties that you are noticed. No one knows that layers of dust would accumulate on every keyboard over a weekend if it was not for my men to clean everything early Monday morning. All the employees were completely transparent to the mini-war that took place everyday inside a kitchen when one or the other supplies do not reach in time. My cooks are never noticed except if they make a bad dish one day.

I felt a sudden hollow in my stomach. I was so afraid to change my job from the restaurant to this firm. And now, when I am well set in this job with much more experience behind me, I am equally scared to shift job again. Paresh, on the other hand, was unemotional about an irreparable loss—loss of his proprietorship.

Chapter 6

A month and a half later, I left the firm. I decided to do so on the day Paresh left. But it took me all this time to write down the activities that must take place on a regular basis in all the small parts of the kitchen and in the housekeeping jobs. I also hired a new person to take over my duties and taught him all that I could.

During this month, I also kept an eye for any sign of change in the firm’s working after Paresh left. There were no changes. Just like I had thought when one of the three bosses went abroad, I again thought that at least Paresh was dispensable. This thought was disturbing. If Paresh was dispensable, then so was everybody else. All the dedication that I know of, all the traits of a good person, all the traits of a good manager was present in Paresh. If he was dispensable, then so was everyone else in this room. And so was I.

When I finally left, Kunal and Rajendra thanked my for my great service all these years and wished me luck for my future. They also gave me a very good recommendation letter. I knew I would never use it.

I went to Paresh’s house and saw how devastated he was. His wife had resumed her job and Paresh would be left alone in the house and would just think of his past days. I stayed with Paresh for some days taking care of the kitchen and the housekeeping on a much lesser scale than earlier. It was during this time that I understood he would not want to reenter the industry. I made a very bold suggestion to which Paresh laughed for a long time. I said, “Why don’t you take up a job as a Professor in some nearby college? You have much knowledge in your field and an enormous experience.” After finishing his hearty laugh, he finally said, “Your suggestion is not bad. In fact, when I was in college, I used to think that someday I will return here as a professor. Now that you mentioned it, I remembered that and felt stupid that I did not think of it myself. Thanks. You have shone a lamp over my path ahead.” His wife was slightly skeptical, but agreed to the idea since it would at least keep Paresh busy for few hours in the morning.

Later, I went on to construct my one catering business near to the same college where Paresh now teaches. Paresh is a favorite teacher among the students. He tells them a lot of stories from self experience and also uses his profound knowledge of the subjects he teaches to make them interesting. A lot of students visit my mess and a few firms close by also order food from my mess on regular basis. I use the same techniques of innovation to keep my students from switching to other messes. I do not change my cooks of course, but have taught them how to transform the food completely after a week so that the taste is completely different the next time.

Incidentally, Kunal and Rajendra could not handle all the growing business by themselves and were quickly looking for a third partner. Their firm is still standing but the employees are less enthusiastic. I do not know if a person, after all, is dispensable or not!

Yesterday, I received a note from the college nearby saying that some students wished to do a case study of my catering business. I do not think there is much to do a case study about in my business. Keeping your eyes open and changing with the circumstances seems to take you through the right course automatically. Still, I am glad to be noticed. I will get one more position in days to come–inside the library of that college as part of one of the case studies!

The End.

I had originally posted this story on my googlepages on May 30, 2008 at http://ashutoshdhekne.googlepages.com/mixedtea

Hum Aapke Hain Koun

February 9, 2008

Why I like this movie the most

Years after I first saw Hum Aapke Hain Koun, I still keep viewing it repeatedly. I could not stop myself from wondering why is it that so many years since and so many movies since I first saw this movie, it is still my most favorite one. One answer that I definitely know is that it had a great influence on my (childhood) mind. I was in the 5th standard when I saw the movie.

I have recently discovered that there are innumerable little things in the movie that keep me tied up. First of all, every character in the film is coherent. It feels that the actors are the characters themselves. It is like I tell you about a person in great detail, and you imagine the character. Then you will be able to tell how a person will react in a particular situation. This is the coherence I noticed in the movie. I am not providing a summary of the movie and someone who has not watched it may not derive any pleasure from the following monologue.

Let us start from Siddharth Choudhary (Anupam Kher). In the opening sequence when we see him on screen, we instantly know that he is a food-lover (and a magnificent cook). Moreover, we get a glimpse of how close knit the family is (in the “Yeh barni kisne todi?” sequence). This is very important for the rest of the movie. Pooja (Renuka Shahne) and Nisha (Madhuri Dixit) are emotionally close to each other. If you have not already observed, look at the sequence starting from when Kailasnath (Aloknath) meets Pooja and Nisha in the manager’s room. After the initial “namaste” Pooja takes away “Nisha” to their home while Kailasnath is meeting their father, Prof. Siddharth Choudhary. When Kailasnath expresses his desire for a match of Pooja and Rajesh (Mohnish Bahl) to Siddharth Choudhary, the (non-verbal) actions of Pooja and Nisha express their bonding for each other. When Rajesh comes in the living room, both Nisha and Pooja are watching from the kitchen. The contrast between the expressions on Nisha’s and Pooja’s face speaks volumes about the difference in the two characters. Nisha gets overly excited whereas Pooja shies away. Nisha models a bold personality exactly as per our expectations from her opening sequence on roller skates.

Pooja has a knack of finding the right words at the right time. This is evident from the movie but never “spoken” about. A shy girl that she is she could have found no words when Rajesh praises her for her painting. Her “Painting toh aap bhi karte hain, hain na?” plucks the correct string. Two more instances in the movie backup this observation. Later when Rajesh is going overseas, Prem feels guilty that Rajesh is compelled to go leaving pregnant Pooja alone. The way Pooja convinces Prem at that time is marvelous. That dialog could have come only from a person with the knack of finding the correct words. The other instance is when Bhagvanti (Bindu) mami insults Lallu (Laxmikant Berde) by claiming that the telegraph may have been fraudulent. Pooja handles the sensitive situation perfectly.

There are precise points in time when Nisha starts developing feelings about Prem (Salmaan Khan). There first meeting was a quarrel! The quarrel continues through the song “Wah Wah Ramji” and the time when Nisha visits Prem’s house for the “shagun” ceremony during the brooch (“Ouch! Sorry, chubha? … Chubhtahi toh aise hi lagta hai!”) sequence. This quarrel continues till the marriage ceremony and the song “Jute do Paise Lo”. But at the end of the song, when Prem catches hold of Nisha’s hand, and then suddenly releases her, is the instant when Nisha has a positive feeling about Prem for the first time. Shortly thereafter, she acknowledges a (non-verbal) thanks for letting her keep the shoes by looking back at the upper floor where Prem is standing. She develops a soft corner for Prem later when Prem asks Nisha to forgive him of any silliness he might have inadvertently committed during the wedding ceremony. Lata Mangeshkar’s “Ne sa re ga re sa re ga re sa re, Ne sa re ga re sa re ga re sa sa!” marks the first occasion and this is a classic tune of this movie. Later, Nisha’s excitement when Prem is going to pick her up is understandable. On the journey to “Prem Nivas”, Prem gifts Nisha with flowers and chocolate trying to impress her. Prem tells her that he asked for forgiveness (during the wedding) since Nisha was very sad and it was an awkward occasion. Prem felt that he could share the tension of the “bidayee”. This paints a character sketch of Prem. Prem is a jovial young man who is also sensitive to other people’s feelings. There are two instances when Nisha notices this fact. The second instance is when Rajesh is leaving for abroad. Notice that after Pooja convinces Prem, Nisha has a sparkle in her eyes. She notices how close Prem, Rajesh and Pooja are. For Nisha, this characteristic is very important. I must make it clear that there is no sympathy anywhere in these occasions. It is warmth between relations.

“It is bad manners!” and “Don’t be a spoil sport.” are sentences from the same person–Nisha. The manner in which she delivers these sentences, matches with her character sketch. For coming up with dialogs that assert and reinforce a character requires ingenuity on the part of the dialog writer. The character lives through these dialogs. Nisha does not voice her opinions in a manner similar to Pooja. Most of her dialogs with Prem are (more) non-verbal, with immense hidden meaning. She bridges the gap by persistent eye contact and expressions. Just before the passing-the-pillow game starts, Prem calls (through cleverly thought-out actions) Nisha to come and sit next to him. Nisha complies and is happy with herself for having accomplished it gracefully. In this sequence, the expressions on her face are a mirror into her exact feelings.

At the start of the “Pehla Pehla Pyaar” song, Prem unties the (pink) ribbon that holds Nisha’s hair together. This is the point where he crosses the “line”. Had Nisha not had feelings of love towards Prem, he would have earned a tight slap. The non-verbal factor is again in action here. Close to the end of the movie, when Rajesh confronts Nisha she does not utter a word and breaks down. Through her character, the way Nisha is, she would not have had any words for that episode. Pooja would have had very appropriate words had she been in a similar situation. It is not that there exists no dialog appropriate for Nisha (though I cannot think of one right now), but it is that Nisha would not find one (not that she could not).

There is one sequence in the film when I always find tears in my eyes. It is at the end of the “Aaj Hamare Dil Main” song when Reema (Reema Lagu) joins her hands in a “namaste” gesture requesting Kailasnath to take good care of her daughter Pooja who will soon be his daughter-in-law. Kailasnath, acknowledging the sentiment, accepts the responsibility with folded hands. It is very much in the spirit of the film and the healthiness of bonds shown.

Rajesh is a man of high elegance. When everyone urges him to marry Nisha he says, “Pehle Nisha se pucho”. His letter to Nisha reaffirms his concern about not spoiling the dreams of a vibrant young girl. Rajesh has immense confidence in his wife. This is demonstrated when he is about to leave for a business tour abroad and Prem voices his own guilt of causing Rajesh to go when Pooja is in advanced pregnancy. Rajesh could have soothed out things himself. Instead, he brings Pooja into the scene and lets her handle it. This goes a long way in showing the bonding of Pooja and Rajesh and the respect and confidence they have in each other. At the same time, of course, as I mentioned earlier, Nisha gets a peek into the ‘thoughtful’ facet of Prem. This is a time when characters of three most important roles interact and still hold their own character traits.

When few actors are speaking with each other on the screen, the actions of the other (background) characters are meaningful and often essential. I have mentioned earlier how Pooja takes away Nisha when Kailasnath and Siddharth Choudhary are talking for the first time. It requires that you not watch the active characters (those who are speaking), and pay attention to the other characters to notice this.

Tuffy needs special mention. The dog’s actions have a role in the movie. He is not just a pet, he is a member of the plot (and the family)! It is important that Tuffy be present when Prem gifts the necklace to Nisha. He is the witness. Tuffy’s acting is simply fascinating!

The movie contains plentiful of every character. You want to watch Madhuri Dixit, you may do so; in clear light, for long enough time, without the alterations caused by special effects, and without the distractions caused by loud “background” music. This is true about all actors. Rajesh does not open the vital letter three times, Nisha does not express shock when she knows who she is marrying by moving her head three times! All the emphasis comes from subtleties, facial expressions and background sound (that never invades into spoken dialog).

I am overwhelmed by what I have noticed; not to mention what I have not noticed! I shall never know if each of these observations is true, in the sense that were these subtleties intentionally added. But if they were, it must have taken enormous concentration on the part of the actors, the director and the script writer to not miss out on any of the fine details. Many people feel that the movie progresses through the songs. I feel, it does so more through non-verbal communication and subtle actions. Of course, the songs are an essential part of the movie and add to the overall appeal of the movie. But they are not all. There is a lot of appeal in the other part of the movie too!

Just to add one more observation, Nisha never calls out Prem’s name. The only time we hear the word “Prem” in her voice is through the letter she writes to him!

The movie is available for free viewing and paid download at Rajshri Production‘s website. It is also available from YouTube


I had originally posted this story on my googlepages on Feb 09, 2008 at http://ashutoshdhekne.googlepages.com/humaapkehainkoun

Hard Disk Idea

January 15, 2008

I just thought of building a novel Hard disk with no moving components at all!

Each platter will have another platter on top of it with an circular-array of heads mounted on it. So now, nothing moves! The heads are only electronically switched on and off to read from or write to the disk. Wouldn’t it be a fantastic and elegant solution? No more head crash and no more motors! This translates to a very reliable system and a low powered one too. Caching becomes far easier and scheduling algorithms like SCAN and C-SCAN are not required (some others will be required in its place, though).

Of course holding the entire platter of heads just above the magnetic platter is very difficult, but now we can actually support the head platter at the landing zone.

I would like to hear from my readers about this idea.

Making Google Better

December 29, 2007

What do we have to offer to a company as big as Google? A lot. In fact, as a proficient and able user of their services, I feel, we should not let any of our brilliant ideas go waste. It may help us lead a more comfortable life. Comfort and laziness should be topics of another blog entry, which is why I shall not dwell anymore on them here.

Coming to my idea. I would like to suggest Google to create a pseudo file system for every Gmail account. All attachments may be listed as a directory structure and also linked to the respective message. Same attachment coming from different mails can thus be stored only once. A unique advantage of this is advanced search possibilities. Files can be easily searched based on their type and content in addition to their natural linkage to the mail they come from. I have received a lot of forwarded messages from my friends who do not find it necessary to write the relevant words in the accompanying mail or the subject line (despite my pleadings to refrain from such idiocy). The attachment thus is the only object of interest.

This brings me to another idea. I would like to be able to link an attachment through my googlepages web pages to be viewed by the outside world. This saves me from redundant uploads and saves space. With attachments stored in a directory structure and accessible across Google products (maybe also Google Talk), their value is enhanced.


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