Author: Narinder Jarial
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Bopa’s Martian Delirium:
ICU Delirium Excerpt: Pulsing Bay & Escape ICU Bay 7, Mars Orbital Clinic The eight corners of the bay pulse—expanding, shrinking with Bopa’s heartbeat. Red dust in his veins, red dust in the lights. Med-foam amplifies every thump. The room breathes as one organism, Bopa its failing heart. Fear flickers. Panic threatens—low-gravity ICU cascade, suffocation…
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Iran the War Of Surprises
Bopa Rai’s essay, “The War of Surprises,” examines the evolution of warfare in the digital age, emphasizing information theory and the significance of unexpected events. As traditional communication systems fail, civilians become vital sensors, generating collective intelligence. Rai quantifies surprises, or “Hartleys,” to navigate the chaos, redefining conflict through uncertainty management.
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Witch Women Bewitching
The content explores the unique sensory abilities women possess, particularly tetrachromacy, allowing them to perceive colors with remarkable precision. It details historical discoveries and genetic links related to color vision. Additionally, it discusses supertasting in women, highlighting how these sensory enhancements enrich their lives and the experiences of those around them.
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Assyrians
The Neo-Assyrian Empire peaked in the 7th Century BCE through brutal conquest but quickly fell between 612 and 609 BCE due to internal strife, civil wars, and external coalitions led by Babylonians and Medes. The ensuing conflicts shaped regional dynamics, leading to relentless warfare influenced by religion and ideology throughout history.
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Crossing the Rubicon
A playful, philosophical retelling of Caesar’s crossing of the Rubicon as a shared dream that becomes empire. Myth, history, and morphogenetic fields meet in a thought‑experiment.
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The 4D Gambit and the 1D Plate
The hospital smells of floor cleaner and stale breath. It is a scent that Bopa Rai has known in a hundred centuries. Bopa Rai has also known it in a thousand wars. It is the smell of the “Waiting Room,” that thin membrane between the “Material” and the “Void.” In the next bed sat a…
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little loves
Till 40 Immortal Till forty, I felt immortal. Not in any dramatic, heroic way — just in the quiet assumption that the body would always answer. Evenings meant badminton. The shuttle would hang under the lights for a split second, and I would rise to meet it without thinking. The crack of the smash ran…