Bubble Bizarre (1)

It was a morning, sun rays entering through windows fell upon white marble floor of a well groomed airy room. Red sofa, beautiful antiques and sophisticated wall hangings. Amid all these beauties, lied a deceptive portrait of a woman in brown saree, the portrait’s face was blurred with water paint and it looked like a diffused oval bulb lost in crowd.

No, I can’t eat it.”

Little Boy, if you don’t eat it then Mama will roar.” Her eyes glistened grey, she grinned while removing black tresses falling over her face. She held an apple near Rohit’s mouth. She moved her hand forth till the apple touched Rohit’s lips. “No,” screamed Rohit squeezing his eyes with a great force.

Huh,” gasping, drenched in sweat wakes up teenage Rohit, 4:02AM. He threw back the white blanket which covered his half body, went to wash-room and prepared for his job. Rohit was a Paper boy whose work required to get up as early as 4:00AM. Unlike other Paper boys of the area who had to pick up and deliver various kind of newspapers, Rohit exclusively delivered only one newspaper titled “Bubble Bizarre”. His story of landing a job at Bubble Bizarre was itself unbelievable. One day, while going for a job interview he bought roadside spicy puffed rice wrapped in a piece of newspaper. He finished the spicy puffed rice but, didn’t threw the piece of paper in which he bought it, instead he kept it in his black leather bag. After a day of unsuccessful attempts and failures, Rohit fell over his bed at night. All of a sudden, he thought to open his bag in order to check his past academic performances. That day, strangely when he was enquired about his academic records, he stumbled and felt like a total blank. Hence, he was rejected. How? How could he forget everything, he was shocked, confused, anxious and what not? Hurriedly, he opened the bag to see pieces of papers titled “Bubble Bizarre”. His mark-sheets, certificates all gone. What remained there were some papers with Bubble Bizarre written on them. He took a paper which read, “Congratulation! You’ve been selected for the team Bubble Bizarre. As long as you work with us, you should not think about anything earthly like salary, food, transport, communication etc. If you’re interested in working with us, type aoodapoacpcoa in your address bar of internet browser, this is one time access code to our site, for further information, you need to visit us.”

Rohit was excited even though he lost all his academic certificates, he had some intuitive trust over his new found recruiter. He rushed to his PC and opened internet browser to type aoodapoacpcoa in the address bar. It took him to the homepage of Bubble Bizarre.

Bubble Bizarre is a daily published from the core of Mars by Martians for Martians residing all over solar system. You’ve hit upon our Earth especial page that is available for users on earth. Since all this may appear like a dream to any Earthizen and some of you may wonder why we’ve chosen you, here is a link to our FAQs. Rohit clicked on FAQs that took him to a different web page.

Why You?

Because not every human can adjust to various frequency levels required for communication all through the solar system so, we select a few who can adapt and perceive frequencies from realms different to their own.

How chosen?

We have appointed our Martian nurses in every Earth hospital where a baby is born. Our nurses have inbuilt scanners that can scan and detect a human baby best suitable for our requirements.

Why now?

Our nurses tag human babies that we think would serve our purpose, they follow and feed them regularly with our bio-transmitters which require time to adjust naturally to a human body and once adjusted, they make a human capable of communicating with any life form within our solar system.

Why Martians on Earth don’t use bio-transmitters in their body?

Because some high IQ beings who run Earth from underground have kept track on beings from all over the solar system, they maintain strict security and fear any invasion from other planets so, they track bodies of Martians living on Earth. But, they seldom track any human body, they view a human body as an inferior trash incapable of challenges. So, we take advantage of this loophole to prepare professionals that would cater to our requirements.

What is the job?

You’ve to deliver our newspapers to a few selected Martians, their residential addresses have already been encrypted in your brain so that no Earthizen including you can misuse them in future. Various parts of these newspapers and various parts of you, would remain in various different dimensions simultaneously which would mean that neither you nor the newspapers would be fully or similarly viewed from any single dimension.

Do you agree to work with us?

If you don’t agree to work with us then we’ll instantly deactivate all the bio-transmitters that we’ve fed you and embedded in your body that would lead to neurological demolition of yourself, to prevent this, agree to work with us and click here.

Rohit clicked to agree. BOOM, a blast on earth. A mouse sniffing here and there in debris, Rohit searching his favourite video game cartridge in various rooms.