So it all started in the first week of August, 2015! Neerja initiated ‘Make your own story’ challenge where she penned down a beautiful story written in 100 words and gave the pen to another writer. Then writer by writer this pen was forwarded and wheels were added to the story. I am glad to add the 6th wheel to this story. So welcome to the unique challenge which shows the power of single story, multiple authors.
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Neerja- Wheel No.1 gave a kick start to this wonderful challenge. This is a ‘make your own story challenge’. Follow the link Make your own story to know all about the start. With utmost curiosity, I was looking forward to see the challenge swinging to Tejas- Wheel No.2 and from there to my dearest Sri- Wheel no.3 and then to Nimitha- Wheel No-4 and then to my close friend and bro Darshith- Wheel No-5 And now, it’s my turn to give a try.
Neerja is a wonderful writer who always keeps experimenting. I am thankful to her for initiating such challenge. She is very talented. She gave the baton to Tejas, a person who makes wonders in his blog. His Jack & Jill strips are really funny. He is the most active blogger I have seen here frequently updating his blog. He tied a wonderful knot to the story and gave the rest to Sreechandra. Sri.. She appears like once in a blue moon. But each & every time she brings up something magical. She swipes off my feet always. She is a superstar who carries life in every word she writes. I am a big fan of her stories which involve lot of feelings in them. You are awesome Sri. Sri then passed it to Nimi, the girl who has not only loads of talent but potential to make it big. Recently I connected with her in wordpress, and she is amazing and she is Rahmanaic too. Darishth, my bro is amazing. He always comes with unique ideas and beautiful poems. We have become very close friends now. Thanks bro for nominating me in this amazing challenge. Now it’s my turn to give a leap from where Darshith stopped.
Rules of the challenge:
You have to continue from where the nominator has left.
You have to nominate only one person in this challenge.
You have to write the story in next 24 hours.
You have to write 100 words only.
Provide the link of the earlier part of the story.
You are free to end the story.
And yes don’t forget to thank your nominator.
Write your views about the nominee and nominator.
Story so Far…
Wheel No.1: (initiated by Neerja)
Once upon a time there existed a wasteland in Patliputra. There lived a little boy named Aditya who was only child of Madhavi and Shankara. They used to love him a lot and wanted him to dream big and get out of this wasted land. But Aditya unlike his parents had some another dream. He wanted to improve and convert his wasteland into a dreamland where everybody wants to live. Aditya knew he had to convince his parents for this but he didn’t how will they react and whether they will approve this idea of his dreamland.
Wheel No.2: (added by Tejas)
The clock struck two past midnight as a stream of snowy moonlight sneaked through the swinging-with-the-breeze curtains and scattered on Aditya’s bed. As the squeaking sparrow went back inside the ancestral wall clock after two tweets, Aditya sneaked out of his bed quietly.
He stuffed pillows under his blanket in a shape to disguise as himself. He tiptoed out to the backyard. He double checked on both sides for no one following him before going behind the banyan tree.
As planned, Shivansh was already waiting for him there. A nod from both of them assured, everything was on track. Aditya plucked out a wrinkled paper from his pocket and Shivansh’s eyes twinkled with a beaming smile.
Wheel No.3: ( added by Sri)
With quivering fingers Aditya unfolded the paper. The near-yellow paper definitely looked old.
“Here”, Aditya smiled, “is the key to our dreams….If only we can get hold of this, we shall have enough resources to convert this wasteland into the land of our dreams”.
Shivansh’s eyes shone in genuine glee. He intently looked at the unfolded paper in front of his eyes. Within seconds his eye-brows stitched into each other transforming into puzzled curiosity.
“But this looks empty Adi. This is a blank paper.”
Aditya smiled. A hint of mischief waved past his face.
“Just wait and watch the magic”, Adi whispered.
He then held up the paper and placed it against the circular moon. The moonlight diffused through the ridges and furrows of the wrinkled paper lending a surreal look. Within seconds a faint map appeared on it.
Shivansh couldn’t believe his eyes. He had many questions but Aditya’s eyes were fixed on the map.
With intense seriousness he pointed to a lotus emblem right at the middle of the map.
“And here is our destination – Padmabharan – the lotus urn”.
Wheel No.4: (added by Nimi)
“What is this? Who gave you this?” Shivansh’s face revealed all his zest.
Aditya is still carrying a calm face beaming at the map. Shivansh turned blue.
“Adi, this won’t make any trouble. Right?” His voice trembled slightly.
“Calm down Shiva. Don’t be over reactive as always.” Without taking eyes off the map, still held against the moon, Aditya stepped closer to Shivansh and whispered. “We are going to make history in Pataliputra.” His voice expressed extreme determination.
Shivansh stood with his mouth half-open wondering how this piece of old paper and two fourteen-years old boys going to make history.
Aditya continued. ” This is the ultimate treasure. Once we reach here, this will give us everything we need.” He pointed Padmabharan.
“But how can we find this? This is just a map, barely a map that we have never seen before.” Shivansh started losing his patience.
“I read about this in a book owned by my Dada. I got this map from the slit on the hard bind of the book. This Padmabharan is somewhere here.” Aditya continued examining the map.
Shivansh made a step aback and checked his premise. Somewhere here? With fear and anxiety, he asked. “Adi, don’t make me more confused. Will you please explain?’
Aditya nodded “Yes!”
Wheel No.5: (added by Darshith)
“Some days before dying, my Dada handed me a book and asked me to read it carefully and said that each written word in it is TRUE. He also asked me to pursue it with someone whom I can trust blindly,” whispered Adi, and continued, “I couldn’t make heads or tails about the story till I accidentally found this wrinkled paper from the slit of the book.”
Shivansh was listening attentively as if he was hypnotized and can do nothing to break the spell.
Adi continued his charm of revealing things slowly. He said, “In the book, there is mentioning of a mystery map which reveals itself when placed against the circular moon and the first time, I also had the same expression and goosebumps, just like you.”
“On reading further, it says how the people pursuing Padmabharan has to prove their worth that they are deserving of it and hence to get their hands on it, they will face many struggles and sacrifices.”
On listening this, Shivansh was scared like hell and said, “Is it like the survival of the fittest?”
Adi, who had no clue of what is there in the future, said reassuringly, “I don’t know and let’s hope there is no copies of this book or the map and no other living being has any idea of the existence of Padmabharan.”
And the story continues. . .
“So what else was written in that book?” asked Shivansh finally clearing his throat.
“It says that my dada was a great scientist in those times. He was adept in calculating energies. In his times he successfully found why our Patliputra is a waste land. He believed that every point on Earth falls under one of these categories -Positive, Negative and Neutral energy. Positive indicates development, Neutral- being unaffected with energies and Negative- destruction. Our Patliputra falls on Negative point. No wonder why our land is a waste land!” said Aditya feeling proud of his dada.
“Interesting! Then what’s the solution to this?” asked Shivansh looking at the waste land and wondering how Aditya’s dada came up with such an interesting theory in those times.
“My dada made a device by which we can vary the energies. So we have to take the energy level of Patliputra beyond the threshold of Positive energy level. That’s it. That device is called ‘Padmabharan’. Our Patliputra can again be developed into our dream land. We will do that.” Said Aditya shining like a Sun, going with his name, ‘Aditya’, ‘The Sun’.
“Energy can neither be created nor destroyed, don’t you know science? and why didn’t your dada change the energies then!?” asked Shivansh using his logical mind.
“But Energy can be converted from one form to another. And we can only change the energies once in 2012 years, when the energies undergo through ‘Natural transition’ on a specific full moon day. My dada knew he won’t survive that long so he handed me that book. That specific full moon day is today. That place is here. And we have just one hour left. By 4 am the ‘Natural transition’ of energies will stop and we can’t change the fate of our land until the next 2012 years.”
Aditya again lifted the map towards the full moon and was once again puzzled by seeing that map! The map was not as in regular maps. It just had a lotus emblem on it.
Aditya surveyed his surroundings with his mobile flash light for 20 minutes, but all his attempts went futile. Then he thought Lotus may be not the real lotus, just a mere symbol. Then just in a moment the veil of the mystery lifted as Aditya saw a Lotus symbol carved on the bench resting under a banyan tree. Shivansh too noticed it. They both ran towards that bench!
**This is a work of fiction**
And that’s it. This ends my part of the story. 100 words is too less, and because there is a rising trend in word count by previous writers, I just spiked it up. My curiosity made me do that. I really need a novel out of this. Now I have so many people to suggest, but I go with Hema ji . I stumbled upon her blog just today and what I saw was a beautiful Sci-Fi from her based upon third millennium. So I think she will carry it perfectly.
Common Hema ji, Save Patliputra from being a waste land for another 2012 years.
Thanks for reading! Let’s March first.