Part 1: A World Where Death Is Planned and Birth Is an Uncertainty
What if the very nature of existence was flipped? What if, instead of birth being a meticulously arranged event and death an unpredictable force, it was the other way around? In this alternate reality, life would begin in chaos but end in perfect order.
In our world, birth follows a predictable path—medical professionals track pregnancies, estimate due dates, and prepare for a new life’s arrival. Families eagerly wait and celebrate the moment of existence. But in this imagined duniya, birth would be rare and completely uncertain. There would be no guaranteed way to create life; instead, people would just… appear. Kabhi toddler, kabhi adult version mein, and sometimes in between. No explanations, no logic—just spontaneous entries into the world, like surprise guests from the cosmos.
Governments and civilizations would obviously panic at this randomness. Would they try to study birth the way we study black holes? Would they create entire ministries to monitor these mysterious arrivals? With no control over family creation, concepts like legacy, planned parenting, and even hereditary rights would become irrelevant. Har nayi life ek miracle hoti—one to observe, wonder at, and maybe even fear a little.
On the flip side, death would become a planned, fully managed event. Everyone would know their “last day” from the moment they gained self-awareness. Think of it like a Google Calendar notification—clean, exact, predictable. No accidents, no tragedy out of nowhere. Everyone would be able to say goodbye properly, sort their affairs, and leave this world with poise.
With that certainty, would we live differently? Maybe yes. Maybe log har din aur seriously jeene lagte—less procrastination, more presence. Or maybe the pressure of knowing your exact expiry date would turn life into a ticking timer. Some would throw grand farewell parties. Others might quietly wrap up their to-do lists and say their last goodbyes with grace.
Grief, too, would take a different shape. No more “sudden loss.” No late-night phone calls breaking tragic news. Everything would be planned. Would this make grief easier to process—or more mechanical, more emotionless? Imagine knowing the exact hour your loved one will leave—does that bring peace or just extended heartbreak?
Ultimately, this alternate world forces us to rethink control. In our current lives, we crave order at the beginning and fear the chaos at the end. But if the roles were reversed, if life started unpredictably and ended on a fixed date—would we live it any better?
Or perhaps it would teach us this—that uncertainty, unpredictability, aur woh little element of surprise… is exactly what makes existence truly magical.
Part 2: Planet “H T R A E”
A long time from now,
in a mirror galaxy not so far away…
On the planet Htrae,
life begins without warning.
No parents. No origin. No history.
Just sudden, unexplained existence.
Children arrive as grown men.
Elders appear as infants.
People pop into the world
like bugs in a broken simulation.
But while birth is chaos…
death is perfectly timed.
From the moment one becomes self-aware,
their final day is known.
An appointment. A farewell.
A cosmic calendar invite.
On this strange spinning rock,
there was a small village RAMGARH…
Where Sholay took a whole new form..
Part 3: Planet “HTRAE” ke Sholay!
“Kitne schedule bache Thakur ke?”
“Sirf 73.”
Gabbar laughed, not because he had time, but because he had none.
Welcome to Htrae—ek ajeeb sa planet jahan death ek scheduled Zoom call hai, lekin birth? Pata hi nahi kab drop ho jaye inbox mein.
It’s not “Tera BAAP Kaun Hai?”—yahan log poochte hain:
“Tu kis timeline ka bug hai bhai?”
Thakur – The Man With a Countdown
Thakur, ek retired time officer, apne robo-haathon aur glowing wrist calendar ke saath rehta hai. Uske life mein suspense nahi hai—sirf 73 dino baad uski “Scheduled Logoff Ceremony” hai.
Shanti se marne ka plan tha.
Lekin destiny ne bola—“Picture abhi baaki hai.”
Gabbar Singh naam ka ek rebel, jiski death registry mein entry hi nahi hai, khule aasman mein ghoom raha hai. Banda literal deadline drop-out hai.
Jai-Veeru: Born Without Warning
Ek din wormhole se do ajeebo-garib bande gire—Jai aur Veeru. Koi janam record nahi. Koi expiry nahi. Full-on glitch.
Thakur ne socha—
“Agar system ka rebel pakadna hai, toh glitchon ki zaroorat padegi.”
Jai aur Veeru toh aaye the sirf desi daaru peene aur asteroid pe drift karne, lekin kab dosti ne mission ka shape le liya, pata hi nahi chala.
Basanti, The Dancer of the Unborn
Basanti—Ramgarh ki sabse alag performer. Na naach sirf show ke liye tha, naach tha un logon ke liye jo kabhi aaye hi nahi.
Ek din Veeru ne poocha:
“Tumhara schedule kab hai?”
Basanti muskuraayi:
“Nahi hai… isiliye har din poora jeeti hoon.”
Final Showdown – Time Temple ke Andar
Eclipse ke din, Jab saare shadows maximum swag mein the, Jai, Veeru aur Thakur ne enter maara Time Temple mein—jahan Gabbar already chill kar raha tha.
Gabbar bola:
“Main unscheduled hoon. Main glitch hoon. Mujhe control karne ka matlab hai system ko hack karna.”
Jai ne pehli chronoblast chalayi. Veeru ne system ko loop mein daala.
Aur Thakur ne—apni expiry se pehle—Gabbar ka naam register mein likhwa diya.
Kyunki yahan death punishment nahi, ek return ticket hai.
Post-Credit Scene – Ramgarh Reloaded
Gabbar registered ho gaya. Thakur peacefully offboard ho gaya. Jai-Veeru ek shiny stardust ke saath vanish ho gaye.
Par glitch effect reh gaya.
Naye log planet pe randomly appear hone lage. System ne accept kar liya: Birth ab bhi unpredictable hai. Lekin ab dar nahi hai.
Ramgarh mein ab kids “Gabbar 2.0” ban ke khelte hain. Basanti ab unborn ke liye nahi, naye arrivals ke liye naachti hai.
