Soulless Soldiers Marching To Victory - Will Machines Fight Future Wars

Dark Clouds Of Death

Visionaries believe that with the advancing technology, the face of future war will be no less brutal and inclement than the present ones. Smell of gun powder would fill the farms, mushroom clouds would shroud the heavens and its fowls, our deserts would have sparkling grains of radioactive sand, and deadly eerie would cover the face of Earth in annihilating glow of fear. We would witness our forests turning into a graves of erect, shrivelled, and lifeless row of thorns, and our skyscrapers will form into our very own burial chambers.

This could just be a little portion of the unseen reality. Wars may be unavoidable as nations are desperate for power. They already possess deadly weapons and exterminating tools of terror. And, those who can see beyond the visible truth, would have predicted the possibility of a war without losing human lives.

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Future Soldiers With Real Nerves Of Steel

A race of metallic warriors that will never bleed, that would feel no pain, never rest, and never die. A race, truly merciless and soulless to the core of its mechanical heart.

With armour forged with hardened steel, men would wreck havoc on their enemies. Men would fight men, while staying safe behind their indestructible shield. 

It would be a kind of war that many would have dreamed of, a vision that some would have envisioned - a battle without death. A war that will be fought without actually fighting. A battle where there will be no bloodshed. 

We could take it too a whole new level of imagination, where army men may sit in front of sophisticated console, controlling their bots and drones with joysticks.

Hmm... A War Without War?

While war is not loved by anyone, except for some who really are desperate for it at all times. They might have their own reasons - business, economical benefits, international trade, reducing population, etc.

Whatever may the reason be, wars never brings peace. Or, it may bring peace while stacking piles of dead bodies, which will eventually provide a long time period of sorrow that might look like piece peace.

Steel soldiers, I think, would never replace the idea of a real battle. The fear of loss of lives and power, is the sole and core idea hidden behind every war. If there are no human sacrifices in a war, the battle would be meaningless. No, I am not a misanthrope, an antisocial, or asocial person who hates the existence of mankind itself, but soon you'll know what I am talking about.

When countries are at war, they lose soldiers on either side. And, it's that very feeling of loss that stops them from fighting further. It's that bloody ground of the battlefield, the smell of dry blood that fills the air, the heart shattering outcries, the past-war silence, those eyes staring out the window with hope, that makes a war a memorable mark of honour and sacrifice. 

Wish world would have been different, where we didn't have to kill to win. Instead, we could lose to others, if we had to, to win hearts. Wish we were all satisfied with the power we already have. Yes, I know that place is called, Utopia, or Heaven, and both are yet to be discovered for real.

If at all in the future, we come up with robots that would fight enemy robots, we would have to overcome our long-carried notion of slaughter to win battles. Because, if we don't give up the idea of killing, which I guess we would not, the steel warriors would only be appreciated in the movie theatres. Humans are never satisfied until they see their enemies fall, suffer, bleed, burn, and die in pain.

Over and Out

Let mankind quit their brutal ways. Though, it may only be a product of my wishful thinking, and of many others, I look forward to get a glimpse a shooting star, or a real Santa, to grant me my humble wish for this Christmas.

Have a blessed, Thanksgiving, in advance :)

A Perfect Exorcism: I smite thee in His honour; uh huh, oh yeah, really?

A Perfect Exorcism

God's deliverance, His merciful intervention in our lives, His grace, His benevolence, is not something that we're ignorant about. We have witnessed many instances, at least one if not for many, where His chosen men working for Him to help the lost find the path to the Lord.

Now, having all that being said, I stumbled upon this video while I was watching some videos covering paranormal experiences and similar stuff. I started listening to the lady in this video who was said to be possessed by the grand daddy of all evil, "The Lucifer," himself (or herself; remember, angels had no sex?).

It was pretty interesting, but soon took a form of ridiculous advertising technique. Of course, all of this sounded so funny to me, and NO, I didn't have goosebumps at all (sorry, I haven't mastered the art of raising my hair on the arms, armpits and ahem other parts, at will or as I please). Come on, check out some of the parts of the video that I have marked, and see for yourself how funnier can it get.

The Hell Advertisement Corp.: Pastor/Underworld deal

[11:07] Why is it that you don't like Synagogue, Church of All Nations? (the pastor asks, as if Devil had some problems, specifically, with this church)

[11:10] This girl has been following Prophet T.B. Joshua since 1998. (Oh yeah, now Lucy boy is into a bit of advertising Mr. Prophet T.B. Joshua; word of mouth counts eh? oops...word of spirit)

[11:28] She will watch Emmanuel TV the whole night and we cannot operate (says the girl, oops I mean Lucifer and his legion who possessed her; uh-uh it ain't the girl talking)

[11:44] When she watches the prophet, what happens to you and your colleagues? (the pastor asks)

and the possessed, so alleged, says, "We can't see, we can't walk, we can do nothing" (We can't shit, we can't piss, we can't we can't yada yada cuz "PROPHET" T.B. (Tuberculosis?) Joshua is an armour of God himself)

[11:52] Which prophet does she watch? (ooo God, this pastor is so desperate to hear his name over and over and over again)

She answers in a nearly perfect Heavy-Metal-type scream, "T.B. Joshua" (this reminded me of the vocalist when he sings, "I'm on a highway to hell")

[11:53] What is in Prophet T.B. Joshua that is destroying you people? (yeah, the pastor, desperately)

[11:58] He is light (Ahem ahem ahem, Holy Moly, Jesus and Joshua doesn't quite rhyme to be called the, "light". Lucifer, in Latin, means, "bringing light," by the way. So Lucifer would sound more appealing if someone had to chose between Joshua and Luci. No, I am not tempted at all, but I haven't had anyone else apart from Jesus, as my light)

[12:21] We put a snake inside her (says, the Legion inside her. Sorry, but it sounds like, ahem, suggests me something ahem else? Porn-ish ahem. Snake inside her huh? That's definitely EVIL)

and the pastor asks, "What is the purpose of the snake?" (No, you're wrong, we don't plan to use the snake for venom extraction)

The possessed says: It is a part of Lucifer in her; we can locate her everywhere (Hmm... part of Lucifer, like a tail? Okay, that's fine, but what about the, "locating," shit? Is the realm of unholy ground, the hell, updating its ways of operation with sophisticated gadgets, like Lucifer's personal GPS tracker. Sounds like, Lucifer, likes to radio snake tag the possessed).

[12:59] What happens to you people when she prays with Emmanuel TV? (Oh yeah, I feel so hot cuz the pastor is so smoking hot, and I get random surprising orgasms...Hallelujah)

[13:45] she drops down and poof, the evil departs (Looked to me like the pastor held some mysterious device to suck out, "the million," "the legion," out of the possessed in a split second...[If there's somethin' strange in your neighborhood...Who ya gonna call (ghostbusters) NO damn it, it's Emmanuel TV]

What do you take home from this?

Well, I didn't mean to laugh and look down at this video, though that's what I did, but I truly feel it was all preplanned and scripted. She was definitely an actor, and so was the pastor (not by profession, but perfected by practise).

Many might hate me for this, but come on people, open your eyes and see. A possessed being so conversational, so patient with the pastor? Yeah, agreed with the fake angry face, but you can do that too with a little bit of practise, can't you?. Yeah, I can do the "GROOWWWWL," too, and even better.

Eating soil ain't that big deal, moreover she didn't eat even a spoonful of it. I have seen people eating paper and chalk. Does that mean they all are possessed? We have many mentally diseased conditions that would even send some chills down Lucifer's spine (Sorry Lucy. Don't come after me for this cuz I don't like to go to Prophet T.B. Joshua, cuz 1) He is too far, 2) He is on Youtube, and I have bad internet connection, so you probably won't like buffered exorcism, and 3) HE IS A FAKE ASS)

There might be, should be, and have to be, genuine evangelism and prayers at work, but I have a hard time digesting this video. What do you think?

Angels Who Walk Amongst Us

As the tempests gain over nature's tender soul, and terrible deluge, so overpowering that it drifts mountains with rock-hard foundation, the little insignificant ant thrives to breathe in some more to live the last moments of his departing life. And, just as he sees his death in front of him as furiously swirling water, pulling him down. But, hope seems bigger than his tiny body. Just then the seemingly cruel winds bring forth a twig to which he clings to, and never let go till the waters calm down. It was his angel who supplied hope in the tempests.

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He Walks In Dark Robe, And Spits Fire

While we walk in the crowd of unknown faces, he often appears in his dark robe of inclemency. His foul tongue utters life depriving words that discourages you to walk any further. He knocks you down and steals away the sole of your footwear. And, walking another yard on the burning tar of life turns out to be undoubtedly impossible. Some fall on their face, sinking deep in despondency. While others find no purpose in living; they stop fighting.

Faith never seems more uglier than it ever was before. Hope might just appear to be another word from a unknown author. God appears to have abandoned you as His tools called, faith and hope, has failed you again.

Angels, They Breathe Courage

And then there are angels amongst men, who are endowed with gifts. Their outer appearance never for once unveils their nature. But, one look in their eyes, and as if all pain met deliverance. Their words bring forth peace and courage to the weakened and shivering legs. Just when one loses his faith in God, these angels appear to weld those broken links, and mend the broken hearts.

Their manifestation in the most unexpected hours in the midst of melancholy, balms the most terrible wounds. The Great Craftsman, sculpted them as reservoirs of hope; one finds peace in their unique and extraordinarily simple deeds. Just when you need someone to talk to and share, they lend their hearts to you to write your sorrowful ode. They often intervene as strangers, but proves better than the backstabbing companions.

We have enough of those who judge, but less of those who listen. These distinct souls are ones with determination and audacity to care for those who are ignored. Those who are potent to make a difference in your life. They never ask for credit for what they do for you; they disappear into the mist of nihility. Their knack of knowing when you're in trouble, makes them approach you proactively when you need them the most.

Be An Angel; It Doesn't Hurt

Evil is inexorable, for at all times, the balance must be kept. Without evil, there would be no angels. For, sometimes the evil brings out the best in one by putting them to test. It clears way for an angel to lift their souls.

Your kind words could bring a change in someone's life. You would see them all the time, those who need a pat of encouragement. No matter how tough they appear, no one knows of pain they carry in their heart. If you're able to feel their pain, talk to them. Your mere words might give them hope, and give them a reason to smile. Be the reason for their smile. Be their angel for the day. 

Copyright (c) 2014 Shine Jayakumar

Slaves Ruling Over Slaves

This world we live in, presents itself as a complicated network of human emotions, principles, and mindlessly erected expectations that results from a boastful superego. Epiphany of some arrogant deities never go unseen to the onlookers. Sometimes I even think that if they're real people, or just a mental projection of their derailed and dark ego.

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Dominated Slaves Dominating

We often overlook the truth that we're being supervised by our own set of rules. Rules are built to satiate the need of an ordered and organised sane society. However, rules can just be as feeble and purposeless, some created in an instant while sipping coffee, and some to fill in the cavity of our own personal greed.

We're being controlled by someone above us, and unequivocally that's not just God but some of them who think they're the creator of heaven and earth, and all breathing and non-respiring objects around us. And, I witnessed yet another preternatural being, nocturnal in his nature and job role as I was. A blatantly uncivilized team-leader who managed a team of around forty employees in a call centre.

Despite of his job position in the company, he failed to understand that he is yet another employee who menially served the company. Just another slave ruled by another slave at a higher authority with some more allowed powers to blind him enough to think he is god.

How Does It Feel To Be A Dominating Slave?

After six months of long wait, brooding over nonproductive eggs at home, a position as a Technical Support Executive in a small set-up attracted me. The pay was good and I dove right in. But, I wasn't sure of the hidden and small lettered clauses, "the catch," as the Americans call it.

At four in the morning, when the exaggerated toil was over, I waited in the back seat of our shared cab. Half an hour passed and we were still waiting for the godly supervisor to appear. Seemed that he was quite busy with meaningless post-shift meetings, which could have been taken care of before the shift ended.

The mighty wings flap and there he was, Zeus himself in mortal form. The employees in the cab shrunk in reverence and bowed to him. I refused to bow. The passenger seat was occupied with three employees and there was no space for more. The supervisor commanded to one of the peasants, "Get to the back seat, thou worthless creature." And, he obeyed as a obedient slave.

But, while the cab reached halfway, the peasant's consciousness needed answers. "I can understand the reason for the girl to sit in front, and the other guy who has severe migraine issues, but what is the problem with you that you make me sit at the back?" demanded the employee.

"You art new to the realm, and thou must know that I am thy god, the creator of heaven and earth. I am the author to all circumstances, and I am the air that sustains life. I don't beg respect, but demand it. I am your lord. Thou must bow down thy head so I can buckle my calceus. I might show thee some mercy with thy head under my foot. Thou must creep and crawl, and seek sanctuary in darkness while I wander near you. I AM THE SUPERVISOR." heavenly reverberating voice reveals the asininity.

He Still Rules, But Not Over Me

The stupid shmuck still rules over the stupid employees who bow down in submission. But, I couldn't make it another day in the company. His words made sure that the system was corrupt enough to make a curious employee's life, a living hell. A one filled with dread.

I am glad I never gave in to be ruled, but sometimes we must give in to survive.

“Power-lust is a weed that grows only in the vacant lots of an abandoned mind.” Ayn Rand

Copyright (c) 2014 Shine Jayakumar

Does God Exist For You

Be honest. Haven't you ever been through a situation in your life that manipulated your God-fearing mind to think, "Does God really exist?" Is God merely an intervenous antibiotic injection injected in you while you were growing up?

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At least, that was the case when I was a boy, and catechism classes were absolutely inescapable for me. I was not rammed into the sessions by some superior power, or pushed into an abyss of a double-bind situation. I saw, I heard, and I believed, that God is important in my life. That was what everyone told me to believe in. I lacked the power to seek the rationality of the doctrines I blindly followed.

As a child, I was forbidden to raise questions against the dogma. The teachings inculcated in me, almost to the point where it started to appear like the demonstration of a child exhibiting perfect state of echolalia. 

What changed now?

Now, I hold a new perspective towards God, and His great plan for mankind. All the teachings furnished in me were fertilizers for my sprouting seeds of religion. I chose to grow towards the light, and not to follow some rope that would guide me to where I should grow to. 

Isn't that what God wants from all of us? To find our own way of understanding Him, and know His unique manifestation in our lives, than to follow merely a reflection of what He truly is? 

For me, He is not merely a Church dweller, but I can find Him everywhere in nature. Isn't nature His masterpiece? I often talk to Him as a friend, and not someone who is pulling the strings of my life. Didn't He specify that in the Bible that He sees us not as servants, but as friends? Of course, He has the authority to force control over me, but He also gave us free will to choose what we truly want; the path we want to choose. 

Does God exist? 

As they say, to the one who believes, He exists, and to the one who does not, He does not exist. No matter what, He believes in you. No one that I know off, has ever seen God, except for His intervention in a no-way-out situations to drive them out of trouble. Isn't that enough for one to believe in His existence. 

While I know of people who say that God talks to them in various ways, especially through Bible. But, to a sceptic's eyes, it is solely nothing but arbitrary happening. Well, I don't yet believe in the epiphany of the Holy Spirit in a person, educating him of the seraphic vernacular. Am I unworthy of such privilege, that I was never bestowed with the gift of articulation of such an unknown language?

We know of people who don't believe in His existence, but simply have no reason to support their notions. Some stop believing in His existence because of some horrible experience they went through. And, then too, God is culpable for all that happened, as they think. Now, is that fair to get into trouble with our own imbecilic ideas and blame God for what happened? 

I think, God exists as an unswerving and unshakable belief within our hearts. We put faith in Him and hope things to get right. Some might define it as a placebo kind of effect to explain the therapeutic miracles that happen. 

There are those who showcase their, "Closeness To God," and pretend to be the chosen ones destined to be throned next to God. Once their cloaks of faux faith wears off, people who believed in their witchery, sometimes lose faith in God himself. 

There are limitations to our explanations of the world as we see it. And, some day our scientists might find answers to everything in this world. But, would that drive out the thoughts of God from our lives? Wouldn't we still need those moral constructs to maintain an equilibrium? And, wouldn't we still need someone to submit our cries to, someone to blame for nothing, someone to work miracles in our lives, and someone to let the child sleep peacefully thinking that, 'God,' is watching over him?

Copyright (c) 2014 Shine Jayakumar

Bewitched By The Witch: The Boss

Which wicked witch?

Frightening shrill of the alarm awakes the body while the mind still asleep. The zombie within, bewitched, follows obediently the bids of the witch. Grimoire inherited by the wicked masters of the society, endows them with the power to enslave free minds and devour on their souls. They are the ones draped with cloak made with the finest of white linen. They claim to be the overseer of you and your life; the boss.

Are you bewitched?

You pleaded for a change in your programmed life. You feel something different about the new morning, but don't understand the phenomena that surrounds you. And, then your inner voice utters, in a subdued voice, the directions to the, "Elixir of Life," that you yearned for.

You listen attentively to the voice and it tells you, "Submission is the key to happiness." "Truth is often imperceivable," the cliché troubles you. And, you choose to submit thyself to the greatness of, "The Omnipresent," and, "The Omnipotent," boss.

Your soul is at ease for you chose the inner voice. "Your wish is my command," now inhabits your tongue. Pleasing, 'The Boss,' you think, is the reason for the food on your plate. But, you're not startled to learn about your unhappiness for you know the reason for it.

And, if everything written above was true for you, thou art truly bewitched by the foul tongue.

Breaking the spell

You learned that you're lost in the, 'Island of Wonders,' and seek return. I must say that the difficult part is over. Realization is the key to break the spell. If you're willing to vehemently defend yourself from the false principles of ill working habits, you possess the armour to protect yourself, and the sword to behead the monster on your path.

Prioritize

If you're thinking that you have to put work as your first priority, and still looking for a way out of this predicament, then you're still inebriated with the spell. You have not yet realized the importance of social life. You must balance work life and family. Enjoy work and what you do. Don't do it solely because the boss wants you to. Maintain a healthy relationship with the boss, but think before you nod your head to every task he ptyalises at you.

Stop being a boss-charmer

Promotion, growth, the next managerial position, is what we all strive for. Respectful position in the society comes right from the dog-tag with embossed improved job position. Or, is it? You don't have to be the CEO to earn respect, as it comes from the way we interact with the society. 

This takes us back to the, 'Prioritizing,' part. We don't always have to depend on the job title. Friends and family would want your care and love; not your bossy façade. 

You work to improve yourself, to give yourself more, to give your family more, and intern earning gains to the company. Being a boss-charmer would earn you apparently nothing more than expectations and unfathomable work load.

Meet your targets, but not your boss'. Do only what you're supposed to do. Ever heard of a superhero giving enough time for his girlfriend, taking her out on a date, or even kissing her in a decent manner (upside down)? So, stop being a superhero; the world will survive without your being a superhero.

These are my thoughts as per my experiences. Your perception can be, and most likely, be different. Every boss is not a bowel dweller either. I would love to hear what you think about it.

Copyright (c) 2014 Shine Jayakumar