I am weak and cold, it’s because I have a fever. But I think I must plod on writing, so that you all in the other infinite multiple parallel universes can save your precious asses.
I have fever, dengue, malaria, bird flu, swine flu, even blue whale flue. I know you must be thinking how the hell I am able to survive the virus that can cripple even blue whale. The fact is I am not. I am going to die, this way or that.
Outside the window I can see gazillions of invisible floating rocket launchers aiming towards me. Well, they could have finished the job with god damn ballistic rockets laying even a continent away. But they wanted to get pleasure, pleasure out of seeing the last two of the sole survivor writhing in pain to searing hotness of the body, constant shivering and bloody physical fire.
I could here the conch shell; as my grandma continues to pray to god who is never gonna listen, anyway. But if faith gives her peace of mind, let it be.
“…Sankat kate mitte, saab peera, jo sumire hanumatbal beera…”
“In front of Hanuman every trouble vanishes…”
But I can’t tell you my story, not that you would be bored, every goddamn ass hole likes to see every other god damn asshole writhing in pain and that includes you also, the fact is I don’t have much time to live.
If out there, there is another human being named Vismay Harani like me, this is a message to him. Get lost from the earth, it is uninhabitable. Leave it before you have to have a plight like me. And for frigging sake, stop sending signals into the infinite space, because the aliens have already found you, they have found earth before even our primal ancestors came into being. They have found earth, the day it evolved.
They are our Gods and they want to kill us now. They bombarded the first microscopic living particle, and through sheer chance of randomness we evolved out of it. We were a god damn alien experiment.
The myths about gods were all true; we indeed have gods with super powers or demons with ten heads, but that super power was not miracle, it was science. It simply was TV for 1 century BC. In their experiment they have also being infesting all these type of viruses and bacteria on our faces and we have being fighting them for god knows how long. They have done the same with the dinosaurs and they are going to do the same with us now. Dinosaurs didn’t die due to meteor impact, they died lot more cruelly, in the same manner that the entire humanity died, diseases, the most common and yet so deadly. We develop medicines and they mutate, they mutate and destroy the frigging slew of creatures inhabiting earth.
Get lost from earth, that’s your only hope. The chanting has stopped, my grandma is standing on the door step, and she is ready.
I look out of the window; those invisible creatures were marching towards us, projecting the bullets from the guns and viruses from their nasty invisible mouth. Sometimes I can see their glittering bodies when sun fells on them in a particular way, their vile and viscous pink bodies.
I have a detonator in my hand. Good bye.
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He pushed the send button.
MESSAGE SENT. The metallic voice said.
He stood up from the chair, his face all yellow, infinitely weak in body, flopping on the ground, unable to balance his posture. The grandma tries to make him stand, though she herself is weak, not through diseases, but through age.
“Baai, are you ready?” Vismay asked, as he stood up, though unbalanced.
She nodded. She had a mala in her hand and she was continuously chanting the gayatri mantra. Vismay smiled inspite of himself; it was god from whom he had to save her from. He held the other frail hand of his grandma, closed his eyes.
Please brain, give me strength.
He pushed the button.
KA-BAM.
Alienman 