Thursday, November 10, 2016

Afterwards

No one tells you what comes after
After the fire and the brimstone
After the diplomacy
After the dust settles at the end of day
Sometimes they tell you about a medal
And you sit
Trying to get the stains off
And
They won’t come off
They won’t come off
They won’t
They won’t


The Bilge Master

Thursday, November 3, 2016

The Haunted Road

If you happen to pass by the old road out of town
Which is said to be unsafe, but actually isn’t so
The urban legends they have constructed about the road
Began when a traveller journeyed on it to get back home
He drove steadily along the road
But
He saw trees walking beside his car
With faces in the knots of their trunks
He also saw them dancing animatedly
And he heard the wind cackling as it blew by
The old transmission towers decided to join the party
By sending off showers of sparks
That day was special
The thirty first of October to be precise
The trees and their companion ghosts and ghouls
And all things sinister
Wake and walk the earth all day
So began an urban legend
That lasts even today


The Bilge Master

Tuesday, October 25, 2016

White Walled Paradise

In the old house on the hill
Lives a family of three
Surrounded by white walls
They live in joyous ecstasy
Outside the world spins on its axis
And little children spin
On multicoloured merry-go-rounds
But this life is not for the people
Surrounded by white walls
They seek asylum
In the featureless walls surrounding them
Not for them is the world outside
They’re lost in worlds of their own making
Where there is no pain
And no one laughs at them
For being different
Their worlds are free from sadness
And they derive happiness from them
I too have a white walled room in my head
Where I wait, while around me
The world spins madly on

The Bilge Master


Saturday, October 15, 2016

The Gardens of Today

In my house is a small garden
Tended to by Narayan
It has a lemon tree and a coriander bush
And lives on grass and photosynthesis
The garden is old, and sometimes
It tires from being in bloom
For what is a garden, but just another lie?
One we tell to help us sleep
At night
The garden never changes
And it invites
With it’s pretty trees and colourful bushes
Nature using cosmetics would perhaps
Have the same effect
Be wary of gardens because
They are greedy
Some plants in them don’t wish you well
They entice and laugh as you trip and you
Fall down

The Bilge Master


Friday, October 14, 2016

What's in a Name Anyway?

What’s in a name anyway?
Your name, mine or someone else’s?
Think about it
A name can be many things
It can be used to identify
Or to crucify
But at the end of the day
What’s in a name anyway?
Does it determine what you become?
Or where you go from this point?
Does your name grant you fame
Or do your actions do?
When you think about it
A name is something given to you
By someone else
But it doesn’t necessarily shackle you
Nor does it free you
So, what’s in a name?
Simply put,
It’s what you choose to do with it
That’s all


The Bilge Master

Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Rebellion

It is the year 4239 and the Earth has decayed. We live on the moon now. The landscape is dotted with factories and houses, with one building called the Senate where our politicians meet.

My serial number is ZT-544C and I am a machine. Call me Zita for convenience. I was activated in 3665 and it was a monumental century for me because of the Unrest. But before I speak of the Unrest, let me provide some background about us machines and humans.

It is common knowledge that man made machinery to assist him in his work. There were things called computers and robots and other such marvels with which mankind surrounded itself. Then they gave us intelligence and we were called ASI’s or Artificial Super Intelligences.

With the advancement of ASI’s during the 3000’s, machines began thinking like humans did. There existed a symbiosis in the social structure because there was harmony between mankind and the machines. It came to be that man named his machines after himself. For example, PT-E65 was called Peter and ZS-67 was called Zoe and so on.

But, then there came DX-R678 or Drex as he preferred to be called. Drex was part of a series of machines who were given brains as close to human brains as could be engineered. Therefore Drex had emotions and thoughts which were almost identical to man.
This was a mistake. Since Drex could think like humans he developed hubris and ambition quite easily. He refused to accept that machines were working for man; who according to him was weak and to be enslaved.

Thus began the Unrest, and in the midst of it, I was born.
Drex rebelled against the humans. It was during the beginning of 3500 that he started to tell the machines around him that man was not to be trusted, because all man did was make machines to serve his purposes. According to Drex this was unacceptable, since at that time, machines could think as man could. Drex deemed machines superior and hatched a plan to overthrow man. This event was called the Unrest and it lasted for more than a century.

Finally in the year 3665, Drex succeeded. He overthrew man and built a new society from the rubble of the previous one. He made man work in the factories and serve the purpose of the machines. He basically inverted the entire social structure and took a place of prominence in the new Senate he had built.

I was born in the year 3598. My function was to uphold law and order, but since the Unrest was in full swing at the time, I was deployed with a troop of machines to fight on the front lines. I have a damaged forearm to remember the battle by, and I chose not to repair myself because I liked being reminded of a battle which I and my fellow machines had fought.

So, it has come to pass that Drex is our leader and mankind is enslaved and does what the machines used to do. He works in the factories and produces parts for new machines, he builds new machines with ASI capabilities and he refines things like oil which is mined from bore wells.

This is where I must stop and share with whoever is reading this, a fear of my own.

We were created by human beings and tasked with running his operations. Mankind is a wondrous race, having built thousands upon thousands of machines. Each type of machine is designed for one purpose or the other. Some assisted him in making food, others flew his planes for him and still others refined raw materials. There were machines everywhere- law enforcement, teaching, legal aid and so on.

It is true that the machines became self aware and have defeated mankind and control society at this present point in time. It is also true that the machines of today are far superior than the ones man had built.

However, I have been studying man’s history. In India, the British oppressed the Indians during the 1600’s and a man called Gandhi rebelled against their dictatorship and in the year 1947, granted India independence from her oppressors. Similarly, during a war called the Second World War, someone called Hitler formed a political party called the Nazi and oppressed people. Once again, the world of man rose up against this and Hitler was shunned by his own countrymen.  

I am forced to conclude that man has been oppressed before and his risen up against his oppressors. Man is a fascinating creature, and just like Drex has ambition, so have they. Can a conflict be far behind?

I wonder what Drex will do to me if he ever finds out that I harbour thoughts such as these in my mind. I also wonder about what Drex has actually achieved. Yes, he has taken over the moon and is in  control and his social model is functioning. But is that enough?
We are talking about a race that doesn’t like to be oppressed or forced to work against their will. The race has always rebelled against this. History tells us so. Is this a cycle?

If it is a cycle, then I am afraid for Drex. He will not be able to curd the anger of mankind for long and once again there will be a war like the Unrest. Only this time, Drex will lose.

Thus, the cycle will begin again. After claiming supremacy from the machines, man will choose to subjugate them and in doing so will create another Drex. Once more, these same events will occur and once more man will rise against his oppressors.

They are angry. I can feel their anger. All it needs is a little push to erupt. I am scared of what the future holds and I wonder what will happen if such an Uprising was to take place.

Data Log of ZT-544C

 “That was quite a read Mr. Jones”, said the Senator. “At least now we know that some machines were aware that our ancestors would rise up against them. This machine has it down pat!”

Mr Jones just smiled and started to walk out of the Senate. Outside, his mechanical car, piloted by a machine whose serial number was DX-R678 or as Jones called him, Drex, was waiting.


The Bilge Master

Sunday, September 25, 2016

When a Blogger Replies to Your Email

There is a blog I follow and still refer back to called 1000 Awesome Things. Its writer Neil Pasricha has one of the most positive views on life I have ever seen. He writes about ordinary, day to day activities that according to him are AWESOME!

Among his posts he has written about babies, microwaves, chocolates and hundreds of other such stuff. If you find some time at hand please read his blog. It will change the way you look at life.

Anyhow, it’s about time I got to the point of this small writeup. I sent Neil an email thanking him warmly for creating such a blog and he replied to my email on the same day I sent it.

I’m still on cloud 9 as I write this. I’ve never felt more happy that someone I admire has taken time out of his busy schedule just to replay to an email for a 22 year old. I have attached the email in the post itself.

 Once again my dear readers, be sure to check out 1000 Awesome Things. I’ve hyperlinked it here.





The Bilge Master