PLEASE STOP!!

When I was a child, one of the things I enjoyed doing was hitting other children with a stick. Many of my classmates also enjoyed doing this. We would walk through the forest in back of our school, trying to find the biggest stick we could feasibly wield as a weapon. When we found the right stick, we would lure an unsuspecting child out of the teacher's sight during recess and attack them. We called this game Stick War and it was the best game ever as long as you weren't the one being beaten mercilessly.

We were able to secretly play Stick War for almost three whole days before one of our asshole classmates ruined it by calling for help when we wouldn't stop hitting him. Our teacher was furious. She sat us down and told us that from then on, if any one of us felt like we were being treated unfairly, we could yell "PLEASE STOP!" and the offending party must stop or face dire consequences.

Life after Please Stop was very different for us. We could no longer overpower our weaker classmates with brutality.

No matter what was happening to you, you could always count on Please Stop to prevent it from continuing. It was a magic bullet of pure power. We respected it. We feared it.

It didn't take us long to learn how to abuse it.

We began using Please Stop for everything. We used it to settle ownership disputes and to bend the rules of freeze tag. If we didn't want to learn about numbers, we would shout "PLEASE STOP!" at our teacher. It became a single word - "PLEESTOP" - uttered triumphantly in a loud burst.

Please Stop quickly made its way into our home lives, too. I clearly remember sitting at the dinner table, yelling "PLEASE STOP!" at my mom because she was trying to make me finish my meatloaf. My sister and I became Please Stop ninjas, constantly finding creative new ways to wield the ultimate source of power more effectively.

But one fateful day, we flew too close to the sun and ruined Please Stop forever. I remember that it was summer. I had just come inside from catching grasshoppers and I was sorting them on my sister's bed because I didn't want to get grasshopper guts on mine. I tried to sort them based on how many legs they still had - the intact grasshoppers would be dried out for display purposes and the mangled ones would be used in dissection experiments which were not done for scientific reasons, but more as an excuse to chop up grasshoppers with my mom's butcher knife.

My sister was horrified to find me trespassing on her side of the bedroom.

My sister: "Don't sit on my bed!"

Me: "It's a free country! I can sit on your bed if I want!"

My sister: "PLEASE STOP!"

Me: "PLEASE STOP SAYING PLEASE STOP!"

My sister: "PLEASE STOP TELLING ME TO PLEASE STOP SAYING PLEASE STOP!"

Me: "PLEASE STOP TELLING ME TO PLEASE STOP TELLING YOU TO PLEASE STOP SAYING PLEASE STOP!"

We had discovered a glitch in the system -- Please Stop was flawed. It could be used against itself infinitely, thereby becoming useless. We were in a goddamn Mexican standoff.

It felt like we had forcibly ripped apart the universe and were now staring at a gaping black hole where our powerful weapon used to exist. What had we done?

Over the course of the summer, the other children in my class also began to discover the flaws of Please Stop. Parents could not be controlled by it. It was hard to yell it effectively when your mouth was crammed full of your own socks. It was even harder to yell when your head was underwater.

By the time we returned to school in the fall, we had resigned ourselves to settling things the old-fashioned way, with sticks and rocks. But we were bitter and jaded, having placed our faith in something so obviously corruptible, so even Stick War lost its former appeal.

There was a brief ray of hope when someone invented "Please Stop to Infinity" to solve the escalation problem, but shortly afterward someone else invented "Please Stop to Infinity to Infinity" and we were right back where we started.

As we grew up, we learned to solve our problems through "talking" and "compromise," but I think secretly we all still yearned for the days where we only had to yell "PLEASE STOP" and anything we wanted was ours.

Coke fuelled cell phone

Coke-fuelled cell phone! Are you kidding me? Well, designer Daizi Zheng has proposed a new conceptual mobile phone that has a bio-fuelled cell that needs Coca Cola drinks to generate electricity to power the handset.




Coke contains carbohydrates (the sugar), is able to produce electricity, once sparked with some enzymes. Bio batteries are not new, they have been around for decades and can produce 3-4 times of juice that traditional lithium mobile phone batteries can. Since coke is easily available through almost any grocery shops, and it’s not pricey, so it’s definitely a smart idea to use coke as the fuel for the bio batteries.

What an ambition!!

Well i was just thinking about my past life and suddenly following incident knocked my head which you might find interesting.....
One day, I had been to a park with my little cousins. As I watched them play, my focus shifted around the place a bit and I saw a little boy who wasn't playing. He was busy looking here and there. I called him by my side. He must be around 12, I guess. He seemed to be, sort of...umm.. serious. Too serious I must say...or you can say far sighted. I asked him his name, in which building he stayed,etc. After a moment I realised I was in the middle of a conversation. Then, literally out of the blue this question popped out of my mouth,"What's your ambition, what do you want to do in life?". And the reply which I got made me really confused! I just did not know whether to laugh or to cry! He said,

"Later in my life, I'll join the armed forces. I'll do the best I can for the force as well as India. Eventually, after many years of doing service [he laughs] , I'm hoping of becoming the chief of the army staff. And the next thing which I'll do will be the most important thing.....I'll the overthrow the president........ I'll take over the country and the first thing I'll do is inculcate discipline into the people of India. The next thing task will be to shoot all the politicians. They are really the demons for a country like India. After my country becomes self-reliant, I'll restore democracy and then......."

I waved my hand beckoning my cousins. He got the signal and he stopped. He knew I was a bit nervous."Everyone seems to shudder when I tell this to them. Did I say anything wrong?". I shook my head and walked away.......

What the hell is going on? Is this the impact of news, the internet, some television soaps or what? Can anyone help me?

The journey begins...

From so many days i was thinking i should have my own web page but i was not sure how to implement this, but finally I decided to start from today...this is just the start of a long journey of a short life...hope i will stay here till the end...