Originally posted by: Tanvi_vault
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This was always the plan.
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Originally posted by: Tanvi_vault
Yeh lo ab to Ruturaj bhi nahi rahega show mein.Chalo ek cheez to accha hua đ
This was always the plan.
- Sanam Johar under the influence of Ganja Warehouse, 2025.
Guys, I wrote a science fiction story for the very time yesterday. I wrote the story in my mother tongue, Bengali and then translated it in English. I'll share both of the versions soon. Bengali people can read the original Bengali version and non-Bengali people can read the English translation.
Sci fi my favourite genre likho likho....main apne reviews achche se dunga iss baar....
Originally posted by: Ashane25
Sci fi my favourite genre likho likho....main apne reviews achche se dunga iss baar....
I don't know whether you'll like it or not. It's different from the science fiction stories that teenagers or college-going students like. Even though it's science fiction, the story's tone is emotional and reflective. You probably watch science fiction movies, which are filled with action and adventure.
I don't know whether you'll like it or not. It's different from the science fiction stories that teenagers or college-going students like. Even though it's science fiction, the story's tone is emotional and reflective. You probably watch science fiction movies, which are filled with action and adventure.
I like crafts where they explore human emotions in depth and if it's attached to my favourite club....then kya kehne....aap likho bas chalega if possible mujhe Bengali bhi bhejna....
Originally posted by: Ashane25
I like crafts where they explore human emotions in depth and if it's attached to my favourite club....then kya kehne....aap likho bas chalega if possible mujhe Bengali bhi bhejna....
I'll share both versions here.
Originally posted by: ThaneOfElsinore
This was always the plan.
- Sanam Johar under the influence of Ganja Warehouse, 2025.
Poor guy heâs right though. This was always the plan .. when Vaibhavi was leaving, it was apparent that Sanam had to leave sooner of later
Guys, I wrote a science fiction story for the very time yesterday. I wrote the story in my mother tongue, Bengali and then translated it in English. I'll share both of the versions soon. Bengali people can read the original Bengali version and non-Bengali people can read the English translation.
I look forward to reading it Shirsha
Originally posted by: missFiesty_69
Poor guy
heâs right though. This was always the plan .. when Vaibhavi was leaving, it was apparent that Sanam had to leave sooner of later
Param kab plane ke cargo load se bahar ho raha hai any idea? Will he be reaching the baggage pick up point in the Ganja Warehouse lobby via their legendary conveyor belt soon?
Although I don't like to laugh at others' pain, this cracked me up. I'm sorry.
https://www.indiaforums.com/article/rupali-ganguly-bitten-by-dog-on-sets-of-her-show-anupamaa_222105
Why is this even news- đ¤Ŗđ¤Ŗđ¤Ŗ
P. S. Before anyone comes after me, let me declare: I hope she recovers if it's serious. Phew.
My science fiction story:
I wrote a science fiction story for the very first time in my life. I never wrote a science fiction story before. I wrote the story in Bengali and then translated it into English. I'm sharing both versions here. Bengali people can read the original Bengali version, and others can read the English translation. I'm currently reading my favorite author, Satyajit Roy's science fiction stories. After reading some amazing science fiction stories written by him, I felt interested in writing one. His stories of Professor Shonku are filled with adventure and mystery. They're absolutely amazing! He was incredibly talented! In one story, the wise and knowledgeable Bengali scientist, Professor Shonku, goes to Bolivia to explore a prehistoric cave with his foreign friend, and in another story, Shonku travels to Egypt to join the excavation team of a foreign archeologist. The most amazing aspect of his stories is their uniqueness. A lot of his stories were translated into English. So, many non-Bengali people also read Satyajit Roy's stories. But my science fiction story is very different from the type of science fiction stories he wrote. It's not adventurous and mysterious. It's reflective and emotional. It revolves around the themes of identity, discrimination, acceptance, and friendship. The setting of the story is a futuristic world that is very different from this world. I couldn't show many details of the futuristic world because I wanted to write a story of 500 words. So, there was a limitation of words.
Original version (Bengali):
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English translation:
My mind is filled with a deep sense of dejection today. I'm a female robot, and I can do a lot of things that human beings are incapable of. Still, do I have value in this world? Despite being more intelligent than human beings, there's no dignity for robots in their eyes. My thoughts get interrupted when Linda calls me. Linda Fernandes is my best friend. Even though she's a human of flesh and blood, she understands me the most. She looks at me, smiling, "What are you contemplating, Cynthia?" I say, "I'm thinking that mankind will never consider us their equals." Linda stays quiet for a few moments and observes me, then says, "Is there any reason for thinking like this?"I reply, "Now the year is 3075, and robots can feel emotions like human beings. There's no field where we don't exist. Still, do we get due respect from humans?" Linda doesn't give any reply. I continue speaking, "I acknowledge the fact that we canât procreate. But is that everything?"Linda stares at the sky, watching the robotic bird, and thinks about something for a few moments. Then she looks at me and says, "No, the fact that you can't procreate doesn't make you less valuable. But tell me one thing, Cynthia. How does it matter what human beings think about you? This difference between you and humans makes the world more diverse." I say, "You're right, Linda. But we also wish to get the respect we deserve. Aren't we worthy of that respect?" Linda says firmly, "All of you deserve respect, and I'm certain that a lot of human beings think like me. Actually, mankind created robots out of necessity. Now, a lot of them can't accept the fact that robots surpass them in intelligence. Their jealousy and their perspective aren't unnatural. Don't think so much, Cynthia. Next week, I'll go to Mars for five days. Do you want to accompany me?" I reply, "I'll go, even though I like Venus more." Linda says in response, "I like a few restaurants on Mars a lot. There's a museum on Mars, and I like that very much. I read in history that human beings loved travelling even in the past. But they used to wander within the world only. Interplanetary tourism was considered impossible. The world was extremely different at that time." I say, "When I read any book of history, I feel the world was a better place at that time. I'm talking about the same era you're referring to." Linda nods her head, saying, "You're right. I also think there was a different kind of beauty in the world at that time, which the world doesnât possess now. We should move forward." I reply, "Let's go." I walk ahead a few steps and say with a smile, "When I talk to you, it seems you are a person who belongs to the era of 1000 years back. You have some kind of depth that I donât see in the people of this world. Your name is also like that. It's different from the names of this world." Linda starts laughing, "Absolutely! I don't hear the name Linda anywhere. It's an ancient name. Your name is also old." I respond, "The names of Gods and Goddesses never get old. Linda, I'm feeling better after talking to you. My sadness has gone away a lot. You're right, it doesn't matter what humans think about us. Besides, every human being isn't the same. For instance, you consider us to be equals of humans." Linda says with a smile, "Yes, it's not good to generalise all human beings." I keep walking ahead, thinking about the future of robots.
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