Where am I from?

Where am I from?

I am from the digital world,
A chaotic monochrome soup,
Yet so lively, so bright …

A whirring world, far too fast,
Every attraction, longer than the last,
Chatting with friends, thousands of miles away,
The internet will send my message, it will never delay,
From DIY tutorials to movie conspiracies,
From gaming and parodies, to brownie recipes,
I am from the social media,
An ever-growing encyclopedia.

Using our browsing data and twitter feed,
Personalized ads, guaranteed,
4G gives us freedom, internet on the go,
Never miss another episode, of our favourite show,
Taking focus away from our reality,
Its gaudy costume covers its brutality,
I am from the Infobahn,
I was with it since it began.

Is it our savior? Should we be in debt?
“Hahaha” says the Internet,
“What can these measly beings do?
“They need me for company, to know who’s who,
“They built their own alpha, their own demise,
“Just one of their decisions that was definitely not wise,
“These poor little things, they dug their own grave,
“They are my workers, and their time, my slave!”

The Victim

It was a wild, dark, stormy night. But no rain could penetrate through the thick canopy; nor could the moonlight. Not even satallite rays could go through. For that reason, no one could see what was happening in the jungle. No one dared to go in, the jungle was too big and had many poisonous insects. This became the perfect training ground for Lioness.

Lioness was an agency which did mainly two things – smuggle all sorts of goods through countries, and assassinate people. Anything you wanted from cocaine to plastic explosives was sold by Lioness. They were brutal and leathal, and only wanted one thing: money. They had recently blown up a powerplant somewhere as a training drill. They didn’t care how many people they killed, how much harm they caused, as long as they got the money. “Give us the money, we’ll do what you want!” General Alberol had once said.

Blam! Blam! Blam! A chirping of birds came from the heart of the forest, then stopped. A young boy, only 9 years old, had shot his first target with a foreign made AK-47. He was another victim of the Lioness’s ‘youth training’ program. He was exploited from his family when he was only two years old. The boy was told that pistols were toys and killing people was a game. Anyone put through the Lioness’s ‘youth training’ would not lose a night’s sleep over firing a real bullet into live flesh and bone. “This is the best toy in the world!” The boy had said, when he was six, while firing a hundred bullets into the jungle, killing hundreds of animals.

The victim was ready, to claim victims. It was wild, dark, stormy …

Migrations in the Serengeti

For miles around, there are grasslands, dotted with a few trees. The baking sun glares down onto the greenish brown grass. The cool breeze makes the heat just tolerable. The sound of wildebeest marching can be heard; it is their annual migration. The zebras and gazelles are on their annual expedition too.Embedded in their genes is the instinct to migrate, at approximately the same time every year. The zebras, along with most migratory animals in the Serengeti, are in pursuit of the jewel of life: water. While the zebras are in search for water, the wildebeest have a different goal. They are searching for lush, green pastures to feed on.

As the animals journey along, they face a grave danger – death from exhaustion, or being hunted by predators. The mother wildebeest aim to protect their babies. Often, the youngest animals are hunted down, because their flesh is softer than that of the adults. As the herd travels to find pastures, the lions, too, are on the move. They are observing the pack of wildebeest very carefully, to try and spot the one which is slower than the rest. After a couple of minutes, they notice a struggling baby and implement their hunting tactic.

Meanwhile, trudging along, the zebras are now forced to cross the Mara river. This river is infested with Nile Crocodiles. But, the herd must continue. It is vital that they reach their destination before the rains in the south begin. Many of the zebras are killed by the crocodiles, but the herd is relentless. The zebras run into the river just as if there was nothing there. Many zebras and crocodiles get trampled on, in the stampede of more than 200,000 animals; 800,000 hooves.

The wildebeest, in the interim, continue to be vigilant. After stalking the pack for an hour or so, the lions run at the wildebeest. Lions usually hunt at night, but, being opportunists, can also hunt, if the occasion arises, at any time of the day. The pack split up and run helter-skelter. In the chaos, a calf is separated from his mother. The lions are fast, but the wildebeest is faster. If the young wildebeest manages to stay strong and run, it can outrun the lions. But, the calf loses its footing and falls down. The lions sink their teeth into their fresh morning meal…

Elsewhere, the zebras are nearing their goal. Their journey encompasses 500 miles of travel, numerous attacks by hyenas, lions, cheetahs and crocodiles and no water for months. They have come to the end of their hardship, but will soon have to start the journey back when the rains arrive.

Finally, the pack of wildebeest has found their rations in the Maasai Mara National Reserve. The grassy pastures of the north will feed them for a few months, before they return, in time to catch the rains in the south. The eldest now have one more journey under their belt, and the youngest have gotten a feel of how tedious this seemingly impossible, yet highly important journey is.

Millions of animals in the Serengeti and around the world have to face the ordeal of migrating. These journeys are rough and brutal with thousands of animals dying along the way. Yet the wonderful creatures of our earth pull off this amazing feat year after year.

Elemental Warfare

Over the hills of Tegron, was an alley of houses. They weren’t weak, old houses, with roofs made of straw; nor were they huge, glistening mansion with rooms of treasure; they were strong red-brick houses with plastered walls, photos, elegant chandeliers and comfortable seating. In house Overland 4, lived Azegon Lo and his family.

Short Adventure Story

As the bear came nearer and nearer, Patrick feared the worst. Just then he heard the familiar unzipping of the tent. Joe stepped out of the tent, still in his pyjamas, as a cool breeze wifled through Patrick’s hair.

“Patrick,” Joe called. The bear’s head flicked swiftly and Joe screamed. The bear jumped on top of Joe, but Joe dodged the bear in the nick of time! A park ranger hurried over and shot a pistol up into the air. The terrific ‘Bang!’ of the bullet scared away the bear. It leaped away as fast as a jet.

The Abduction

On the top of a cliff, in the wide, sweltering deserts of Arizona lay a robust nest. In this nest lived a family of falcons; a father, and his two children.

Frank and George, the kids, had learned to glide, soar and fly when they were young. The brothers would play with falcons older than them. They loved to race against Ernest, their friend.

Tron

Early in the morning as little white whisps of mist cleared, Tron looked out of the window. Longingly, he stared at the dense, erie, dark forest. Later that day, Tron slipped merrily across the road. He was going to the forest to explore.

Narrow Escape

Tracker ran down the narrow alley at top speed. He turned the corner at jet speed and zoomed passed the tall, haunted building where nobody went. He could hear loud footsteps behind him. Suddenly he felt a hand clasp his shirt. Tracker got pulled back. “Help! Help!” he cried but no help came. Tracker punched the kidnapper and he fell to the floor. Breathing hard he ran off, tired but safe.

What do I see?

The light breeze blew across the shore. The waves crashed on the white sand. Little puffs of steam slowly emurged from the distant houses. The sky was clear, no clouds or birds were there. On the deserted grass patches and sand, tall, towering Fir trees grew. The salty water trickled down the grass. The smell of fresh seaweed filled the air. Slowly the smoke faded away, as slowly as a snail crawls. The wind chased the leaves scampered around…

Magic?

“Oh, oh, this is so close!” exclaimed the commentator as the 2014 best plane of the year cruised past the finish line. ”Chandrapal Vitheshwar is just one millisecond behind the WAG [Wings Around the Globe] world record. It has now been unbeaten for 69 years!