Friday, December 25, 2020

Ad Libs


23 years after the end of Rush Hour 2, James Carter is no longer a Pigeon Collector, but a Teacher on the streets of Mars. Lee is now the bodyguard for his friend Peeeka. Lee is still upset with Carter about an incident in Pigeon's Head when Carter accidentally shot Lee`s girlfriend, Pooper Isabella Molina, in the Hands.

During the World Criminal Court discussions, as Peeeka addresses the importance to fight the Triad, he announces that he knows the Grey of the Triad leadership known as the Shy Shen. Suddenly, Peeeka takes a Chewbaca in the Nails, disrupting the conference. Lee pursues the assassin and corners him, discovering that the assassin is his brother, Star. When Lee hesitates to shoot Star, Carter shows up Swimming towards the two and Totally Goes Lee over, allowing Star to escape.

Monday, December 21, 2020

Charlie and The Mirror Girl

 A mirror.

She looked the same. Her face was pale and strained, but it was her face, and she smiled instinctively. In the haze of the last few … days? Weeks? She had been utterly disoriented, fading in and out of consciousness, pain finding her even in dreams. Charlie had not felt like herself, but there she was. She reached out to touch the mirror girl’s hand. “You, are you,” she said quietly.

She was shaking with pain, her expression becoming even more strained. She was staring at the mirror girl. She smiled and felt a deep smile on her face. She looked in the mirror girl’s eyes and wondered if it was all a matter of time before the mirror girl’s eyes disappeared. The expression in her eyes , the warmth in her cheeks, she looked at the mirror girl ’s eyes, her voice cracking as it tried to look at her.

She had her eyes and she was still trying to figure it out, but she was still struggling. She had to sit up, but she was still trying to find something. The mirror girl's eyes looked up and she felt like she had lost her sight, it was a girl who had been touched by the mirror girl.

She was still feeling that there was something. The feeling of a soft voice in her mouth, the sense that she was not alone, her feeling of guilt that she had lost herself and had lost everything  she loved.

Break Down ED!!

 “What time is it?” he said, looking at his table clock. The clock read 11:37 AM.

“11:37??!” he said, puzzled, remembering that the practical, the Physics Final practical exam, was to start at 11 AM.

“I am…” he lost track, “the worst person in the world. How, possibly, in the world, could have I slept for this long? Am I an idiot or something?”, suddenly remembering what to say.

He didn’t have the time to think because:

  1. He was already running late. “The exam would have already started by now.” anger and fear, 50-50% of each crept inside him.
  2. The lab was 15 minutes of walking away from his room. “What?? 37 minutes already and then 15 more minutes! That gives me a total of nearly an hour”, he screamed, “I AM KILLED! I AM DOOMED!”.

Adrenaline rushed through his arteries and veins and his heart and what not. He packed up his back-pack and ran. 

What-if the teacher denies me entry? Will I not be able to pass this course and get awarded a degree?

“This shady college” he paused, “doesn’t even allow you to choose subjects of your own interests. Curse the stupid college!”

“This is just not going to be easy. ” the voice of the college girl yelled, “I don't know, I don't have the ability to. I just don't have enough time. ”

“I have no right to say this ,” he cried, “why do I not believe it?”

He walked off, the entire room empty of people standing with their heads up and staring down. He was so frightened and upset that even he started to scream. He thought he would die and he would have been dead before the moment his heart returned. He walked back, he sat on the ground, looked out for the night, was already in tears, and finally felt something in his throat. He had just finished the course, and now he had finally decided to do what he did and finally decided to do what he did not want to do. The teacher called him and said, “what is the reason why I don't have access to the materials I need for my studies. ”

The next morning was his third and final course, and as he watched as the students started to leave, the teacher asked him, “do you want to continue with your studies?” he said. The teacher continued speaking for the rest of the day. He couldn't believe the voice of the teacher that had come from his teacher.

He could barely keep his eyes out for the next few days.


An AI completed my story: Wake Up ED!!.

The Lone Wolf of 221B Baker Street

Sherlock couldn't resist his thoughts anymore, " I'm going to ask you this, because you don't like the idea of a good friend," He continued, "This guy is a huge fan of the NFL. So I'm glad he's gone to Denver for this one because he loves this guy. The only reason he's gone is because he's the one who is very good at playing football. That's why he's here."

"Shut up, Sherlock. SHUT UP AT ONCE. You and your terrible thoughts. Sherlock Holmes, you are a terrible flatmate." 

"Yes, I'm," replied an absent-minded Sherlock. This wasn't anything new. Sherlock was always an absent minded person. His brother, Mycroft was even more absent minded. John was the one with a brain.

Hearing Sherlock admit his mistake, John started crying wolves out of his eyes. Sherlock was a dog. Sherlock was not a puppy, he was a wolf. "No," Sherlock said, "I'm sorry but I'm Sherlock..."

"...You need to be a good friend, I'm sorry I have no idea who you are."

He started crying, "You are a dog, too," Sherlock said, "because you cry wolves out of your eyes. You need to stop this terrible fate of yours otherwise this flat will be full of wolves and we will have to find some other place to stay." Sherlock went on to explain why the world had never been "quite right" for him. Sherlock didn't know who he was, though he could be wrong. "We're a bunch of different animals. We're one of the first species of people to see a whole lot of dogs at all times, and the only ones I've seen are people that live in a house on the other side of the lake."

John looked back at Sherlock's eyes, "What a great story for me." He didn't even know he was actually talking to the other wolf , but he could be really excited and happy with his new adventure.

And that's it for this week's episode of "The Lone Wolf of 221B B.S." Thanks for watching. Or reading. Or listening. Whatever.

Sunday, December 20, 2020


If you would like to listen to songs, lyrics of which have been written by an AI, with some human assistance of course, here is an album named Songularity by Botnik Studios that contains exactly the same. The melody and the chords have been composed by humans. Obviously.

If you would like to listen to music generated by an AI, you can have a look at Jukebox, the details of which I don't completely understand, yet.

Friday, December 18, 2020



The children followed them when they had finished Meena for breakfast purpose. Raju reminded them with anger that the villagers could retire early and carry Meena with a tray filled with heavy eyes. Mangru kaka went near their seats and said "Harshad is very refreshing and cheap to make." However, the tea was murdered inside the tea store in a very sumptuous affair.
"Now excuse me as I have to attend some nap." Rasika remarked.
Indi decided that it would be wise to have met them before her hands have heard the mango. She should have thought some other way because the things were about to change now.

AI, AI everywhere. Not a sense-ful work.

Wednesday, December 16, 2020

I wrote another BOOK!

Well, it's a SCREENPLAY and it is a result of combined, collective efforts from two Neural Networks: one Artificial and the other Natural.

Read it on Google Play Store by clicking here or download it from Gumroad by clicking here.

Happy Reading.

Sunday, December 13, 2020

Snape's Research: XPs with AI

Turn out your pockets, Potter! Turn out your pockets, or we go straight to the headmaster! Pull them out, Potter! Indeed? And you’ve been carrying them around ever since? How very touching . . . and what is this? Spare bit of parchment. Surely you don’t need such a very old piece of parchment? Why don’t I just — throw this away? Is this another treasured gift from Mr. Weasley? Or is it — something else? A letter, perhaps, written in invisible ink? Or — instructions to get into Hogsmeade without passing the dementors? Or — that could mean — you — you — that you — your — the — you are Mr. Potter’s nephew? That’s certainly true... but the fact that you ’ve been carrying them around for years is telling us something that we’ve probably missed. We leave off doing any additional research, of course. There we are, with our new pair of robes and our new pair of mittens, and a few more hours of research. We did, of course , go through the most exhaustive collection of documentation I have ever had the pleasure to read, and I thank you for your time, for having this great opportunity to study with me, and for having such a great family! Thank you very much, and I will take this opportunity to thank my father and mother for their time, and for being so helpful and helpful in the research:

James Potter, born at Percy and Harriet, is the second-born of two brothers and a sister. The family name is one of the characters in the Harry Potter novels. James Potter is the eighth born, the eighth president, and the third son of the president of the United States and the second son of the fourth , James Potter, the second child of the president of France and the fourth child of the third amoeba that got developed in the Lake Great Munero as a result of Eutrophication.


Generated by an AI with some human help. The bold Or is from where the AI has begun generation.

WIT-3: XPs with AI

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I don't even know what to make of this. I fed Snape's dialogues from the first 5 Harry Potter books to a Text Generator AI and this is what it presented. (Raw-Unedited version). You can see that the text so generated barely makes sense. 

Tuesday, December 8, 2020

AI-generated stories: XPs with AI

Some of the videos that I have recorded about reading AI-generated stories. Out of these, I have made AI generate some of the stories while some have been generated by AIs, when forced to generate so, by other humans.


My Family and The Living Room: XPs with AI

I was actually using my degree doing actual graphic design and getting paid enough to afford rent less than one year out of school. My work environment was close to technically criminal and I paid half of my income to sleep in the living room of a one-bedroom apartment, but I was making it work. The first time, I saw the lightbulb, the second time I had used a power cord and was feeling the need to put my energy into a home while I was away. When I moved in to my apartment, I was able to do my math and I had no trouble doing it. My life would be changed if I could keep my family, my friends, and my family , working at home without getting a mortgage, but if I could take over my living room, I could have a family that was much more financially secure than my mother. There is something about my time in my living room that makes me very uncomfortable. It's just that, whenever I think of going out on a walk with my friends, I am never able to do so. Why? I feel so uncomfortable knowing that my family is always in a rush to take care of itself.


The starting two lines are from Hank Green's An Absolutely Remarkable thing. The rest was completed by a GPT-2 Transformer, with my interference (a few times).

Friday, December 4, 2020

The Basketball Players: XPs with AI

"I am never getting older."

"You can feel all that," he offered. "You see me in the back of my head, and I know how to play it like a kid."

"A lot of kids know about me," she paused, "and they're not sure where my name is..."

"I'm a great basketball player, but I just get to be the first person. There's still a lot of kids. I'm still just a little boy, but I'm still really young. They're talking about my age, and that's why I'm a special person, because it's going to be my first year."

"I was a big, small kid, my parents were a lot younger than me. I played basketball at all age," she said. "They never knew where I was until I was 14. In the spring, I met my parents at a home in New York City. They were my family , and I would go on to visit the kids all over the place, all over the world. There was nothing that the parents wanted me to do in my life, and they never thought I'd be good enough. We didn't want to be alone, but when I was 12, I started doing everything I could to get them out of the way, so I got involved with my parents, and I played basketball at all age and I didn't have a lot of friends that we couldn't get into. I'm a real, humble kid. The next year, I moved to Toronto , where I joined the Toronto Raptors and played two college basketball seasons at North Carolina. My father, Donnie, was a majoring in basketball at the time, and he attended the University of Michigan."


She: The New Queen: XPs with AI

I and Radar left soon after we got back to my computer. I was getting confident and so that night, I said to him to think of another casualty for us. With some hideous building and entering out of the house yesterday, somebody helping at the blackboard, she, who actually liked anyone very casually, told us, as chuck flicked by night watching between new queen in her.


A human helped an AI in generating this short story. Can you complete this story as a novel? I bet you can.

Thursday, December 3, 2020

Severus Snape and the 21st Century

Snape didn’t die. Both metaphorically and literally. He was taken to a hospital of the 21st century, where he was given special treatment by the doctors and therefore, was able to recover quickly. He had some plans, the plans to get rid of his loneliness but he couldn’t, because LIFE.

And therefore, on his 40th birthday, he resigned from his job as a what-he-used-to-teach-at-Hogwarts teacher and sparked on an adventure: the adventure to go above and beyond from that crappy Hogwarts place. 

He felt lonely because he was, all these years, he had been lonely. After all of this and being tired of always saying “ALWAYS”, he became a scientist, a Computer Scientist and from the knowledge so gained and the advent of AI/ML techniques, he made a Lily’s clone and then he lived happily ever after.

4888 Pigeons: XPs with AI

Wenna Thornhill looked at the yellow lock in his hands and felt grumpy. He walked over to the window and reflected on his weird surroundings. He had always hated Swamp Tobaggada with its victorious, valid volcanoes. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel grumpy. Then, he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Molly Raymond. Molly was a happy lice with smooth fingers and twitchy eyes.

Wenna gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a fluffy, hairy, milk drinker with fat fingers and skinny eyes. His friends saw him as a steady, shiny Sun. Once, he had even helped a clever ring cross the road. But not even a fluffy person who had once helped a clever ring cross the road, was prepared for what Molly had in store today. The wind teased like bathing humans, making Wenna hate.

As Wenna stepped outside and Molly came closer, he could see the fierce glint in her eye.

"I am here because I want Pickle," Molly bellowed, in an Ugly tone. She slammed her fist against Wenna's chest, with the force of 4888 Pigeons. "I frigging hate you, Wenna Thornhill."

Wenna looked back, even more hate and still fingering the yellow lock. "Molly, you are dumb as no one can ever be," he replied. They looked at each other with passionate feelings, like two gleaming, gloopy giraffes combing at a very lonely camp-trip, which had rock music playing in the background and two optimistic uncles dressing to the beat. Wenna studied Molly's smooth fingers and twitchy eyes. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you Pickle," he explained, in pitying tones.

Molly looked brilliant, her body raw like a prickly, plain pebble. Wenna could actually hear Molly's body shatter into 282 pieces. Then the happy lice hurried away into the distance.

Not even a drink of Milk would calm Wenna's nerves tonight.



With a few input hints and some corrections, written above is a short story that an AI generated.

Harry Potter and the Women of Flesh

The world was shocked by the magic of the palace. Outside, a large black roof was covered in blood. Hagrid was the only noise in a house where he made furniture. Magic: Harry Potter loves him. On the beach he was walking, he moved his campsite, including Henry. It is a group of people who are chaotic. Harry and the Hermione family saw the food. The tunic was damaged in the valley on the spot. Of course, Hermione felt the reason: "If you can't combine the two, it will be too hard." What about Ron's spelling? "Run Shaw, Ron is very big, because Harry's birds are slower and quieter. Harry doesn't want to think about birds." Death is a trap! "Rooney, I shuddered and urged Ron to do this. I'm proud and hard to get out of my body. I told Hermione." Obviously, there are a lot of murders in the castle. Meet with them to hear their voices. "A lover with royal security. Her magic can't bite. Ron Harmini pressed the button and saw her for hours." I think it's closed, "he said ... He looked at the door and knocked as he searched for a small ball. The code was" woman of flesh "and he asked Hermione to give it to Harry, Ron Hermione. but she remained. silent after death. love me, someone else answers Saying, "Thank you very much." The deceased was born full of confidence, and he smiled and kissed her on the cheek. "Okay!" "Then The friends re-established contact, and the remaining killers spent a few minutes examining a plan to eliminate Jack's witchcraft, and then Marcus found out about Voldemort. It wasn't a while. They were very sick, Harry said. Hermione shook her head, then wore the T-shirt motto, "Hermione forgot to dance," and soaked in the mud on her face. Ron was like Voldemort's stick and crack. Ron smiled. Ron stood up slowly. , Ron, "Harry hesitated and hugged him tightly. Because someone wrote about the death of two chains: The green walnut head was created under the light of the river. Apollinaris was wonderful. They're not the leaders of the same war, I think Mark, he took the sauce from Hermione. They're dead, and now they're always hated by Mark. Negative forms filled the great warm room, filled with it. I wrote a lot of weird books and a library of fine grapes is being built. For Dumbledore, Dumbledore's hair became Hermes and Aleppo killed the pig like a frog. Ie. It never sets us free. "It has to do with the structure of the house. Darley's people have never seen a handful of Harry Potter paintings or gray-like palaces. Harris watched the summer leave the audience. Marcus began to shout, 'I'm Harry Potter.' My son, you're interested! "


An AI generated this. An AI translated and re-translated this many times. A Human wrote this post.

Thursday, November 26, 2020



Fazbear Fright Stories

Explanation/Analysis by Dawko. The following stories are a part of FNAF Universe, if you know what I am saying. If you don't know what a FNAF means and you just want to read some creepy, horrible (Yes, I deliberately wrote horrible.) these are some of the best stories that you are ever going to read. 🤣

  • Into the Pit

  • To be Beautiful

  • Count the Ways

  • Fetch

  • Lonely Freddy

  • Out of Stock

  • 1:35AM

  • Room for One More

  • The New Kid

  • Step Closer

  • Dance With Me

  • Coming Home

  • In the Flesh

  • The Man in Room 1280 

  • Bunny Call

Have Fun with Nightmares. 🤣

Tuesday, November 24, 2020

Felt Like Writing This

My brain needs a constant supply of content to keep itself engaged otherwise it feels like there is no happiness, no joy, no love and no anything. It just wants to keep itself engaged. That is why most of the times, I happen to be lost in my own thoughts because if I won’t, the world feels like an empty place to me. The world (excluding special people) around me is quite dull and full of trash things. This also explains my constant need of keeping my brain engaged. The easiest way, I have found, is to take a simple idea, think about it and repeatedly analyse it. After all these steps are done, I reach at a stage where that simple idea has become complex which gives my brain an opportunity to dig deeper at why such a thing should exist in the first place.

If any of the things stated at the paragraph above, seem odd to you, ask your brain why does it feel odd. What bit makes it odd? Gradually, you will realise that you have started thinking my way. And that would be AF (Absolutely Fantastic). When at this stage, you will understand why the world is a difficult place to exist in. The reason: we, humans, have made it that way.

Wednesday, November 11, 2020

Mystery Titles

 If you love to read a specific genre of books known as "Mystery", here is a list of titles/series that you might be interested in. I am saying so because I enjoyed reading/listening to these, so you might too (though this is not a legal advice):

  1. The Boxcar Children (Series) (G. C. Warner)
  2. Sherlock Holmes (The Adventures) (Arthur Conan Doyle)
  3. Murder Most Unladylike (Series) (Robin Stevens)
  4. Campbell and Carter (Series) (Ann Granger)
  5. And Then There Were None (and other books by Agatha Christie)
Have Fun.

Image Source: Authors' Websites and the WWW

Saturday, November 7, 2020

For Science's Sake

 When I was a little kid, I don’t remember my exact age or the grade I was in, I think it was probably grade 3 or 4, I suddenly grew this fascination with snails. Now, nobody does this kind of weird thing, but neither I am nobody, nor have I ever been. At that time, a Green Gold Production named Mighty Raju used to air on Cable Television. Since the show mixed parts of science with technology, the things that used to amaze me at that time and still do and forever will, I found that show particularly interesting. Every other show on one side and Mighty Raju alone on one side. There was a particular event on the show that described how Raju got his superpowers: his mother had accidentally drunk Neutrino considering it to be a valid beverage, because it was lying there in their refrigerator, when Raju was yet to be born. That neutrino, immature at that time, bonded with her placenta and thereby with Raju. Five years later, when Neutrino matured, Raju got his superpowers and he did some awesome inventions like making an animal-voice translator, impact repulsor glove and here comes the most interesting part: he turned his regular classical wrist watch to a fully functioning IoT remote controller. His watch had some amazing features like VoIP calling (which was a big thing during 2009 or somewhere near that year, I don’t remember my age and therefore I can’t exactly define the year), activating his skateboard, controlling electronic devices. That was amazing. He also added an additional functionality to his skateboard (named skatie): to be able to turn into a car (named wheelie) or an airplane (named wingzy or jingsy, I don’t know the name) just using voice commands. How did he do that? Just by connecting his wrist watch to his father’s computer and with some programming, that little watch turned into an amazing thing, which every child of my age would aspire for (we love living in fantasies, I realised later).

Me being me, I did the same thing, but with snails. I thought that if that little 4-year old is able to do that stuff, then I, much older than him, must be able to do discoveries. I connected one end of what-I-now-know-is-an-RCA-cable to the computer and to the other end, I found a snail and I painfully tortured him/her by touching the other end of the cable (the other end cut-off, only the bare wire was remaining) to his/her slimy skin. Nothing happened. I was unable to upload and read snail’s mind on my PC.

Looking back, I think I have come far away from what I used to be: sacrificing animals for the sake of my experiments. I have become kinder now. However, the essence has remained the same: Curiosity still kills the cat. But, I am proud of the way I turned out to be.

I am the one who just collected the thoughts, wrote this draft and am about to publish it.

Among Us: Rendering Video is a Lengthy Process


The rendered video:

The Incident Described Here NEVER Happened

I made up this incident just to complete an assignment. Though the date is very much real. Something did happen that day.

Back when I look at this date, 21 November 2017, I am amused. I don’t exactly know whether to laugh, cry or still be angry at the incident that took place that day. I am still confused. That was the day when I was at my school’s playground, breathing. Playing happily. Now I think that I never cared about those things but I don’t know what happened to that day. That day holds a lot of contribution in making me how I am today. That was the day, I realised what an idiot on Earth I am.  A volleyball hit me and I fainted. And everyone laughed. And laughed too. That volleyball changed the course of my life.


Back in 12th grade, one day at my school, I was with my friends at the school playground. Things happened so quickly that no one could make sense of what really happened. Some kids were playing volleyball nearby which accidently, assuming that those kids weren't trying to take revenge on me because I hadn't done anything of that sort... to them, hit me. And I fell to the ground and broke my tooth. That was painful. I still cry at the memory of that day and how much I miss my school, which I don't, at all.


21 November 2017. Dark clouds appeared in the sky. Kids playing in the playground were supposed to go to their classes, which they didn't. We, the 12th graders were supposed to stay inside our classes, which we didn't. So, there were a lot of DIDN'Ts. And the moment came. A volleyball hit my face. I lost a tooth and blood came out of my mouth. And I fainted and never woke up. Except never, never comes. So, I woke up as soon as the bell rang to signify that the school was over. And we all packed our bags and came back to our homes. Except the sky was still dark.


The ball hit me in the face. "Idiot kids". I wanted to shout that out loud but I couldn't because:

  1. I was fainted.

  2. Everyone is an idiot. I can't blame just the kids.

I am an idiot too, a lot of times. But I hate those kids because I don't just pick up a volleyball and start smashing people's faces. There are specific moments for that, if you want to do something of that sort. You don't just do it everyday. But those kids, those silly fools, they do. They do it EVERY DAY. Everyday, there is someone who is a prey to their volleyball, whose face gets smashed by those silly fools. I hate them so much that I don't even prefer to bring up this topic, which I unfortunately had to do, because of this assignment.


Tunda Kabootar

I came back one day from school to find out that a pigeon had gotten handicapped from the ceiling fan. I only got to know about this from my father because this incident happened during my school hours. So, I was at my school, attending my classes when this happened. The pigeon’s hand had been separated from its body because of the impact delivered by the fan to its wing. The result of this, his hand ceased to be a part of his body and he had begun bleeding.

Initially(by the time I got back home), he lived in fear because:

  1. Probably, he had no experience of being in proximity to humans. And
  2. He knew that humans, in numerous ways, harm the birds.

I was no expert in bird psychology back then but you don’t have to be one to tell when a bird or any animal for that matter is feeling pain, disgust, anger or happiness, at any given moment in time. Months went by and he turned out to be a good company for us but not vice-versa, we were a horrible company for him. He, probably, was always scared of us but somehow found out a way to live with us humans. I was in 10th grade at the time of this incident. I don’t exactly remember the time span but I think that he did live one year (more or less) from the day being handicapped. From his behaviour, when in company of other pigeons, it was easy for me to conclude that he was always surrounded by a feeling of inferiority complex: the other birds could fly; he couldn’t. When we were to go for Diwali or Holi vacations, we used to stock food (grains) and water for him. He had learnt to live life in seclusion. Gradually, I observed a change in his nature: initially, he used to go as far away as possible from us; but as time went by, he began loving our company. When we were in the bedroom, he would come over there. At dinner, he would make sure, with his ultimate power of hearing, that he would be around us. He hated being lonely. 

No one loves being lonely.

Then one day, he was gone. Gone from our lives. We didn’t see the last of him. He, surely, had met a painful death. We have still no idea how exactly he died but I did see an eagle eating a dead pigeon, the evening of the day our pigeon went missing.

Sunday, November 1, 2020

Hello World

Here is a poem that I wrote months ago. It's about Programming. Here it is:

When I first came to Earth

using a UFO

Got warmth from a hearth

and then went to and fro.

No, I am not a pendulum

that oscillates about an axis

Neither did I fire a gun

nor I am from Texas.

You, now, might be thinking

Who I am?

I have eyes that are ever blinking

and I never spam.

I am, wait for it!

“Not a bird”

I have a special outfit

and my name is not Edward.

I am a newbie,

(One who is new to something)

To a language known as “C”-

a language for Programming.

Yes I am a programmer

and an expert too

in writing programs in R,

but this “C” is something new.

Now I will have to write

a “Hello World!” program in “C”

My device’s screen is bright

Just let it be.

The “Hello World!” program

does not teach anything new.

That is what I feel

and this is my personal view.

Thursday, October 22, 2020

12 months of 2020 (Song)

 I wrote a song. Yay!

Here are the lyrics, if you want to song along:

The first month of 2020

January gave to me

Some protests in my country

The second month of 2020

February gave the world

Things better than January

And a few COVID cases

The third month of 2020

March gave to my country

21 days of lockdown

(Nearly) 500 COVID cases

And some college holidays

The fourth month of 2020

April gave to my country

19 days of lockdown

Some conditional relaxations

Few Chemfinity videos

And our first game using Unity

The fifth month of 2020

Month of May gave to me

Heaps of college assignments --

Restrictions on ZOOM Cloud

Web Development bootcamps

First set of Mid Terms (or Pre-finals)

And many more cases of COVID

The sixth month of 2020

June gave to world and me

Black Lives Matter protests

International Yoga Day --

Ban on 59 Chinese apps

Anti-China protests

Loads of College assignments

Nearly 3 months of “holidays” till June 30

The 7th month of 2020

July gave to my country

COVID updates 1

COVID updates 2

Kargil Vijay Diwas --

COVID updates 3

47 more Chinese apps banned

BINOD about to go viral

My WRC project on Chemfinity

The 8th month of 2020

August gave to the world

Fall Guys trending

Some COVID cases

People inside their houses

People wearing masks --

Something must have happened

Some more trash probably

Some good must have happened

Semester final exams for me.

The 9th month of 2020

September gave to everybody (somebody??)

A ban on P-U-B-G

FreeFire Money Heist update

Addiction to Among Us

All my exams had commenced

Birthday of a LEGEND --

WhiteHat JR. Advertisements

PayTM takedown

People watching trash on YouTube

More Chinese apps banned by IT ministry.

The 10th month of 2020

October has given till now


Start of College’s new semester

Me addicting to Among Us

I am just filling up the words

I wrote a book called EPFEK

What else should I say? --

Enough I say. Enough.

A rat died yesterday.

I am going to skip to first verse:

And may it give us joy and happiness.

Just saying whatever comes to my mind

Birds are flying

Babies are crying

Atoms are forming bonds

AI models are being trained

Oh. I am from the future.

Trees produce oxygen.

Humans have trust issues. --

Here comes the moral

Hope is never lost

I have no idea what to say else

Therefore, I am going to finish my trash song right here.


Tuesday, October 13, 2020

Happy Birthday in C minor

 No space between two notes (e.g. GC) means that these two notes have to be played together.

Sunday, September 20, 2020

Titanic Theme Song in C major

Pre-Script: Adjust octaves, as you feel. (G+ means a higher octave-d note than G)




Verse 1, 2:



C D G G+ F E D


These lines of notes are repeated throughout the song, in some way or the other. In the last verse, a key change is observed.

Last Verse (You are here...):

D E A A+ G F# E

F# G F# E D C# D D C# D E F# E D

Jaadu's Theme (Koi Mil Gaya)

Jaadu's theme involves playing of the following musical notes in a succession(these are non-diatonic):

F F# B A#

F F# A# G#

F F# B A# G# F# A#

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Happy Birthday

 In the key of F major:



C C C(an octave higher) A F E D

Bb Bb A F G F

Michael Row the Boat Ashore

Play these notes on a musical instrument.

In the key of C major (with C as tonic):

C E G G E G A G 




The above pattern can be transposed to other keys as well to generate melody in those keys.

With G as tonic (C major):





Friday, September 18, 2020

New Book Announcement

I am authoring a book, whose title would be disclosed as soon as it releases. YAY! till then. The most I can tell about it, is that, it is a Collection of awesome Poems.

Be a Nerd!
Samhita Joshi

Cover Page for EPFEK

Book Title: Exceptional Poems for Exceptional Kids

The Paladin Series in a Nutshell

 Paladin is a game developed, designed, storylined and animated by Jazza Studios. Here is a quick summary of the whole Game/Animated Series, in the form of Gameplay Montage.

P.S. stands for Post Script, for those who do not know. I edited this video using Kdenlive, which is an Open Source non-linear video editing software, on 18/09/2020. YAY!

Tuesday, September 15, 2020

Trash that came directly out of my mind

 Kids, this is not how you write a story of 250-350 words, in which you have to describe a character, its needs and weaknesses making use of at least 6 of the words that have been given to you in the question.

The character of this story are as imaginary as a Multi-verse. Here we go!

I have often seen people keeping parrots as their pets. But would you imagine, for a moment, a person keeping a crow as their pet. Sounds weird? Is this seemingly simple fact, complicated for your brain to digest? Well, people have done all sorts of weird things throughout the history and they still do, at present. There was a boy, I met, 5 years ago. The details of how I met him, or how he met me, whatever you would like, are interesting. My family had planned to spend our summer vacations in Rensterville. Do you know this place? I didn’t, when I heard the name for the first time and I bet very few of us, humans, would have known this place because it is not popular like your filthy government hospitals that are always in news. It is a countryside and living in a countryside has its own fun, well, at least that is what my parents thought, while planning a trip to Rensterville. It was supposed to a 5 hour long drive.

Russian Anthem Notes

 C F C D E A | A D C Bb C F F | G G A Bb Bb C | D E F G |

Friday, September 11, 2020

CCA: A Scandal in Belgravia P2

Character-Conflict Analysis: A Scandal in Belgravia P2

Sherlock “shooes” Mycroft away by playing his violin. The scene, now, cuts to him playing Violin on Christmas. Everyone present there, praises Sherlock for being such a good Violin player. <Conflict, probably, has not arrived yet.> Sherlock deduces and informs Mycroft that they are going to find Irene dead because she has sent the thing that was nearest and dearest to her, her Blackberry phone which contained compromising photographs, that she was going to use for blackmail. But now since she has mailed him that thing, it would mean that she is no longer alive and has given him “the thing” to protect it, as she is no longer capable of protecting it. They, both, go to St. Barts Hospital just to confirm the facts. The body is indeed of Irene Adler, or is it? <Vsauce music begins playing> 

Holmes brothers are fooled in believing that Irene is dead because she has faked her death to avoid getting caught or something. <I don’t remember but it is something of this sort.>

John, when he comes out of his place of residence and is about to go somewhere else, is called by the same lady who is assistant or PA ( I don’t know) of Mycroft, calls him to go somewhere. John, thinking that Mycroft is calling, remarks that he could just have phoned him if he didn’t have this power complex, which is not the case. It later turns out that Irene has called for John, because she wanted him to know that she is still alive, because he had eavesdropped a conversation between the Holmes brothers about Irene being dead. She wants him to let Sherlock know that she is alive?? She texts Sherlock and they both hear Sherlock phone’s iconic text alert implying that now he has eavesdropped on their conversation. Angry, disappointed, strange emotion-ed, emotionless?? Sherlock gets away from there just to come back home only to find out that Mrs. Hudson has been captivated by the CIA killer that survived, who has come to find Irene’s phone. He, somehow, with his superpowers, drops the killer from the second/third (I don’t know which floor) onto the ground.

He performs some not-required analysis on her phone, assuming that it contains a bomb or something. John, out of nowhere, and Sherlock, from St. Barts come back home only to find that they have a client waiting, sleeping to be precise, for them, who is none other than Irene. Sherlock, who hasn’t yet been able to find out the passphrase to unlock her phone, lures her, using a duplicate phone, in obtaining the passphrase: 1058, which turns out to be of no use, because it was incorrect. But, Irene turns out to be smarter because now, she has tricked Sherlock into solving a code for some airline thing that Mycroft planned out to nab terrorists. But since the code is now solved by Sherlock and the details so revealed have now been sent to Moriarty by Irene, which proves that Irene was working for Jim Moriarty, and now Mycroft’s plan is of no use, she begins to blackmail Mycroft and thus the British Government into providing her security.

And the moment she is blackmailing Mycroft, an idea strikes Sherlock that the passphrase could be “SHER” and it is actually the case, because he had taken her pulse and her pupils had dilated. The screen was:

“I am _ _ _ _ locked”

Which on filling, would become

“I am SHERlocked”

Now who is the boss?

<Another Short Story ends.>

A few days/months/years later Mycroft hands over Irene’s phone and some other relevant case files to John, informing that she is dead now and asks him not to tell the news to Sherlock, because he had **special** feelings for her. He comes up with a lie that John can successfully tell Sherlock, without hurting his feelings, that she is now a part of a witness protection program, which is a completely made-up lie.

When Sherlock sees Irene’s phone with John, he asks him to hand it over to him, which John does after some initial reluctance. He tells Sherlock that Irene is now a part of a witness protection program and now he won’t be able to meet him, ever.

Later, it turns out that Sherlock was successful in deceiving both, Mycroft as well as the British Government because he, himself had saved her from being executed by terrorists.

<The whole story ends.>

Conflict: When we take this story as a whole and not as a collection of short stories, as I did here, the conflict, as it occurs to me, is “for Sherlock to find out the passphrase to unlock Irene’s Blackberry phone”. Sherlock has to find out the passphrase otherwise, Irene would keep blackmailing Mycroft and the British Government for providing her security. 

Sherlock overcomes this situation, somehow, because it is just up to the writer to turn up the story as he/she/it/they wish(es), while in reality it doesn’t make sense for her phone’s passphrase to be “SHER”, because it could have been anything. There are a lot of people who have special feelings for others and do not have their phone’s passphrases kept after their name.

Conclusion: No one, ever, tries to or is able to, outsmart Sherlock Holmes. This is what the story tells, at least. 

This is far, far away from our reality. What is real then? We can only judge what is real and what is not in a domain. That’s it.

Thursday, September 10, 2020

CCA: A Scandal in Belgravia P1

Character-Conflict Analysis: A Scandal in Belgravia


  1. Sherlock Holmes
  2. Mycroft Holmes
  3. John H. Watson
  4. Molly Hooper
  5. Greg Lestrade
  6. Irene Adler
  7. Mrs. Hudson
  8. Jim Moriarty


Jim receives a call from someone, who is later revealed to be Irene Adler. Many clients come for Sherlock to take up the case, but he is not interested in any case. Later, a man (XYZ) comes with a very strange case, in which a person has died in the woods/ countryside in between the backfiring of XYZ’s car and XYZ’s coming out of his car. Sherlock has no solution in his mind so he sends John at the crime scene to gather related evidence and is connected with him via the means of a Video Call.

Still when John hasn’t come back home yet, a well suited man comes to pick up and drop Sherlock at Buckingham Palace. It turns out this person is a driver or some security guard?? For the British Government. There is an arrangement of a helicopter for John to arrive at the same. Thereafter, John and Sherlock get to know that Mycroft has called them in reference to some compromising photographs being taken of a member of a royal family(idiots) by/Irene. 

Sherlock and John disguising as a priest and a doctor respectively. Irene and her ______ (it is a strange relation) already know that they are about to come to their residence, so they are prepared for everything.

Sherlock searches for possible places for Irene’s Blackberry phone and is able to find it in front of CIA killers. The CIA killers are killed, 1 injured, in the scuffle which ensues between them. Sherlock takes Irene’s phone away, Irene is angry and mad and wants her phone back so she drugs and beats Sherlock. In his dreams, he and Irene have solved the XYZ’s car backfire case.

<This can be an end of a short story.>

Sherlock, after waking up, finds his coat and his phone back(his phone was present in the coat and he had offered his coat to Irene to wear) but finds that the text alert tone has changed. Mycroft arrives and warns Sherlock to not be engaged in the matter further, because he is concerned for his brother. But Sherlock being younger, and because wisdom comes with age, this fact is true in most of the cases, fights his brother off saying “Or will I?”, in response to Mycroft’s “Irene Adler, is no longer any concern of yours.” and some more garbage, which I prefer not to mention here.

<Another short story ends.>

Tuesday, June 9, 2020

A Salesman

A salesman once, came to my door
That instance, the clock read four.
He showed me a book
and by hook or by crook,
He asked me to buy it
I said "It wasn't the perfect fit".

 I never liked salesman,
They waste your precious time.
They, too, ask for water.
The world's worst crime.

I know that it's good
to quench the thirst.
And we all must
Do it, at first.

Many hours passed,
He hadn't yet gone.
Wasting moments of my life
It was the time for dawn.

Winters have shorter days
But a longer night
and internally, I was
Preparing for a fight.

At the end of 11th hour
He made me buy the book
He won the fight, this time
Ran away with the money, he took.

Sunday, May 31, 2020

शंख की प्रतिध्वनि

एक जीव हमारे घर पर आता है और खाना मांगने के लिए दरवाजे पर खटखटाता है। खाना खाने के बाद पूजा संपन्न होने तक घर के बाहर ही रहता है। फिर चला जाता है।

Sunday, April 5, 2020

Sherlock Holmes: The Pirate

Consultant detective and high functioning sociopath
Who, do you think is that?
“Yeah I don’t have any friends, just got one”
John Watson; I didn’t intend a pun.

Have the mind palace that no one got
I never give things, a second thought.
I take the precaution of a good coat and a short friend
Even “The Reichenbach Fall” couldn’t give my career, an end.
No surprise, my brother Mycroft is the British government!

One friend and family; a big brain and no heart
Decorate walls with bullets, instead of dart.
Graham, Geoff, Giles or Gavin;
Don’t remember his name; he’s DI Lestrade.

I am a superhero; I have a superpower too
I can make words float in thin air. Can you?
Once proved that Richard Brook is Jim Moriarty
Didn’t had time to celebrate or throw a party.

John has got no brain, he’s all heart
I am superior because I am “more smart”!
Outsmarted even Mrs. Adler in BBC’s show
In annoying Molly Hooper, I am a pro.

“Don’t talk out loud. You lower the IQ of the whole street, Anderson.”
Watson’s blog counter was once stuck at reading 4+1891(1895).

John H Watson married Mary, his fiancée
after I faked my death, what else should I say?
In “The Six Thatchers”, Mary Watson took her last breath
John angrily assumed me responsible for her death.

“His Last Vow”: Killed Magnussen to protect Mary Watson
“The Lying Detective”: deduced the serial killer was Culverton.
My sister, Eurus, once made me a lab-rat
It seemed to be a game of mouse and cat.
Not a psychopath; I am a high functioning sociopath.

BBC Sherlock: 4 seasons have, till now, been made.
I think season 5, to make, would almost take a decade.

“I am Sherlock Holmes- the detective” or "the pirate".

Image Source: WWW

Friday, April 3, 2020

Never invite a Mosquito to a Party

Never invite a mosquito to a celebration or a fest
Else you'll see, a bunch of them, in your birds' nest.

I once invited, a group of them to my house party
and thought that they would keep quiet or be arty.
Instead they started buzzing out loud and
made sound, that nobody could withstand.

Never invite a mosquito to a celebration or a fest
Else you'll see, a bunch of them, in your birds' nest.

The next day, heard a sound and thought that someone was about to sing
I asked them to be quiet and turned out that it was wife of mosquito-king.
The vibrations grew loud and loud and suddenly the glass began to crack
My doll, which was a non-living thing, even got a heart attack.

Once I thought that a bumble bee was singing out, too pleasant
Instead mosquito had bit an ant, which became a loud rant.
Cats started barking and the dogs started to mew
Real reason being everyone was suffering from mosquito flu.

Never invite a mosquito to a celebration or a fest
Else you'll see, a bunch of them, in your birds' nest.

© Samhita Joshi

Image Source: My poor drawing skills.

Sunday, March 29, 2020

Guess the Country's Name

The Himalayas on the north, north-east and north-west
Arabian sea on the south-east, BOB : south-west

A subcontinent, it is, has a distinct identity;
Politically and geographically distinct entity.

The country is sub-tropic or tropical,
And lies in the northern hemisphere.

Largest coastline on the ocean to the south
West-side has got its own mouth.

The total area of ~3,290,000 km square
Where on Earth is it? Far or near?

Peninsula, Gangetic Plains; the Himalayas on the north
Has an ocean named after her, any other country has not.

2.4% of total surface area of land
ISRO: centre for rocket science, magicians have magic wand.

30° is the overall longi-latitudinal extent
Seas and oceans do have water current.

The Mughals, Dutch, French, Portuguese; 
British too came
There's one task for you
Just guess the country's name.

© Samhita Joshi

Friday, March 27, 2020

The Oxygen Song

Here's some O

There's some O

Everywhere N2, O

I breathe O

You breathe O

N2, O


We together all breathe

Water is too made of O


When I was a little child,
I used to drink milk
And when I just grew up
I wore clothes of silk.
I studied Chemistry
You should do it too
Look up at Periodic table
Let us learn it through.

Release CO

Breathe some O

Everywhere N
, O

You breathe O

I breathe O

, F


Plants at night do too breathe

After nitrogen, there is


Oxides too made of oxygen
Liquid nitrogen's cold
Don't drink liquid N

You will just get old.
If you don't know anything
That's perfectly fine
You just need to work hard

© Samhita Joshi

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To be sung as per the following song :