Times of India, Newspaper, reports that India is now a super power for me. It has money, nuclear energy, space capability, ICBMs, people over 1 Billion. A lot of the West is now part of Indian sub continent, all this over the years has even gotten them close to the status that the US has, being triad, and number of rich people for me. It is at par. Many things that we needed from the West are now ingenious to India. How do I survive here, like their is no air to breath. It is tightening it’s hold onto me over the years. But their is nothing I can do about it, so I let it happen. Sit at home, do nothing. They are social. It is a nightmare too. Traveling and moving to other countries has no effect over this phenomenon. What can I do about not moving around too much. I’ve been to the north, south, east, but not the west. My experiences of travelling to the west have been disastrous. Almost like walking into the hornets nest. Nobody can come back alive out of there. It has been very painful. I’ve lost a whole universe in travelling there. Being in the country now is something that is part of my psyche, then I traveled abroad trying to escape all of this. But futile. Now I am in a systemic paradigm. Like I’ve been exported to the rest of the world, as the Z I have. When I say I’m Indian, I try to mean something to all these people. Like when I say I have a dad.

Here police files are more and more relevant. Because everything is social here. But you play the victim. So getting rescued every time and then taking ridiculous amounts of blame is the norm for me. Things are slow, and more focused around, people coming in and the meeting, then leaving in a house in a social city. Why go outside ? But people call with regards to supplies, transactions, interactions, interviews, etc. Nothing going outside, not meeting anyone is not healthy. Things will happen here, that’s what they give us here. That we have nothing to do, just a boring mundane life, not making enough money, not getting enough people, not having enough anything, then something happens, a mishap, and aspirations die out. Calm and sullen clouds precipitate into the neighborhood. Everyone is afraid of dying of course, then the hustle bustle of crowds stop. Calmness pervades into the city.

Nobody could ever find the Wes, it does not exist. So Nato died for Knm. Something that I don’t have too. Everyone in the world dies for Knm. That’s what eludes us, that what drives us. When will we find it, if at all. Or will we die, not having achieved it. That’s the short tale of this world for me. Z remains. And nobody meets the ZoD. I’ve spent so much of my life now, taking these mishaps, getting relief. It can be summed up for me, in terms of “Lena Dena – Ana Jana, Yaha Pe” – in Hindi. This thing is complex. Remember that Z wins, gets his way, and keeps NATO arrogant, and we all die for the West.

It is like war, but even in war, you get to rest, and train, have time, then peace, later die. But this is ridiculous. It feels more like Blade Runner. Just one Z after the another, things happen here constantly, so everything is slow, small, insignificant even. My goal has been to get more and more people like me, and put them in a chain, we can’t meet however, and then each of us takes his or her own Z, If we meet then we share the Z, and then we can’t have our way, it is his way alone that we follow. Parting ways in such a case is more favorable for us both in that case. Resuming with our own Z’s.

He or she, tails me all my life, sometimes even, dies and gets reborn as some other person for me. It transforms from one race to another, from male to female, from kid to adult, religion, color, language, even country. But his basic disposition stays the same. He telekinetic and telepathic, like X, So I have no way of losing him, in all these many years, I’ve accepted the reality that he or she is now part of my life, even my psyche. What characterizes him, gives him locale, is the people he brings in for me. The crowds, and other gentry, even the news, and movies, has his influence. He is indeed omnipotent and omnipresent. Like a terrorist, that I just can’t escape. Even the law enforcers can’t do anything about him. His influence is like that of a nest of hive. I’ve changed my name, my address, all these years, but he remains. Only his people have changed. That’s how I know him. He feels like a terrorist or a hardcore criminal, wanting only to kill. I’m really scared of him and his people. His reach is from my local city to the rest of the world. He favors the west, brings in people who have a NATO wahem.

Why is this idea of being the last human survivor here, such a far gone conclusion to me ? It isn’t that hard to imagine that you are here, only to bring people in out of some person, that you find elusive or alien. Now you know, so start avoiding that alien called Z, and find out whom to give to, so that the chain reaction can start, bringing people in, then take a mishap, filled with discrepancies and blame, then survive it, later, when people leave, relief will follow naturally. Now where ever, or how ever you came from, just keep meeting the right people or , to whom you can give to start the chain reaction, otherwise, he will destroy me.

I can’t fight her or him. Both male and female Z, are quite spectacular. They would be at a level of arrogance much higher than I could achieve, or have seen in any other human. It is ridiculous fight, nothing more that total annihilation, and they keep the west arrogant, so that other humans die for them. It is like Charlie X from Star Trek. I’m baffled, nothing more than tormented and subverted. Just waiting for my doom. But only then, Z turns out to human, a Russian perhaps. A Putin, my dad. I don’t know how to survive any of this. I live in the dark ages now. What possible future could I have here. The real alien beings are all in the realm of ZoD.

It is an extraterrestrial UFO, being, that, controls the entire universe for me. Like AvP. Earth and the people of this planet, are all prisoners to this being from space, and possibly another universe. Narus is now the only hope for me to survive this creatures from space. To the best of my ability, I should never meet or encounter it in my life. Only Z. When the time comes Z would turn out to be human, my race. That would solve several issues and dead end situations in my life. I’m the only remaining human for now, who needs to survive. Rest are all people of the Alien race, and Z is coming to ki ll me. This is my first few encounters with Z, while I arrived here.

When you entered the lions den, you took the lure, and entered the nest. It is judgements day too for me. That it was inevitable it cannot be evaded only survived. Now after having entered it crawled down it, these people of this Alien, keeps coming to take me. Piece by piece reducing me in shape form and integrity, I’m completely compromised now. I can’t win, only give to it. Then I’ll keep dying slowly day by day. It is not a battle but a slaughter. I can’t win against an Alien. I’m Ripley too. Are we in a better days. This is the future, this is the now. It is not Earth or your world anymore. Just this Aliens nest. It will never let me go. I need friends, people of the human race, rest are just Log, the ones I call marines or hitech, they are the nest, they work for the Alien, they even die for it. I would I survive, I’m just a civilian.

Now you know who X, Dev, and Sir is. His people are the nest. Yes he is यम, or Haye. You’ve been living in a world, called log. That was not Earth. Pray to God or भगवान. And live in the marvel of his universe. When God’s and Demons fight, things happen, and the mist of Haye evaporates. A new day is observed. Everything becomes clean. You don’t have to investigate or understand anything. Just belive in God. Love and devotion should see you through the darkness. Never figure out any of those verses, from the nest. Just follow them as is. Angels and Demons, only. Yes reaching out to a human is all that is required. Bhagawn hai aap.

In our fare town of small ville, IL, people are peaceful. This place is small. So we wake up early, then have breakfast, later, lunch. In the afternoon, we watch some TV prepare lunch, our maids, help us out. Later in the day some snacks, Tea. Biscuits. See I’ve seen TV, criminals, even terrorists. But this isn’t some foreign power either, not even NaTO has such powers, only Russians maybe. But I’ve felt it, it’s not human, or machine, it is fro.m the future, or some super human Alien. I can’t fight it, nobody can. It just kills. I’ve been down there in its nest. It’s nothing from our universe either, just knm. These aliens are psychos. They only kill. It will not spare you, if it has, because of something you gave to it. Ambrosia. I pray to God. Nothing else helps. Only the armed forces, elite special forces group, maybe. Other world lifeform.