As you like it

 Undoing the wrongs or redrawing certain boundaries constitute those flames of desire that at some point have engulfed every aggrieved living breathing homo sapien sapien and scourged the monstrous ambitions of a number of perpetrators . In a parallel word ,some inquisitive little genes have always been hard put to stumble upon an utopian time machine that might give them a chance to probably gatecrash the Vienna conference and bring down the so-called world powers. If not that ,then some notoriously humane tasks like taking control of the "Jupiters" and "Thors" might have at least hit the brain cells of many.

‌ Not surprisingly though, if one odd morning I bruise my nose against the glass frame of a Time Machine while on my regular warp-speed morning walks around dog-legged footpaths, I would count myself in for an escapade. Honouring myself as a humanist ,I would for sure not help Japan manufacture hydrogen bombs to exact retribution from the United States of America. Rather, I would ponder over putting some prescience into Wilson and Llyod and jockey for the balking of the inglorious Treaty of Versailles . Gliding into Germany to stand by the Jews and to reverse the outcomes of "The night of broken glass" seems a farfetched idea, let alone checking the rise of Hitler. Instead, I would take pride in convincing the world leaders to declare a war on Austria rather than Poland and thus tarnish Hitler's lustre which followed Anschluss. Given my political ambitions , I would straight off thunder deeper into past and sound Jahangir's 'Bell of Justice' . That given, I would wait relentlessly for that prized hour when the emperor would prioritise me over his medieval substitute of Jack Daniel's and of course, the much cherished opium. I would try cajoling him into not letting the English set foot in India ever again , while secretly hoping that he was high enough to get influenced. Done with this , I would launch myself into Babur's reign and ask him if depriving a derelict woman of her rights to her own land for the sake of constructing the Babri Masjid was his way of paying back his host. With this short stint at his place , I would then head for my personal favourite kingdom, the empire of Razia Sultan, expecting to see her conducting her court, unveiled. I would take the liberty to praise her mistress by drawing stark comparisons between the thirteenth and twenty-first centuries. Knowing of women's subdued position and their heavily veiled self and opportunities , I can be sure she would cry. I would even not shy away from suggesting this braveheart to host a "pogrom" for the clergy at her court so that in future men would dare not downgrade a woman and miscalculate her abilities. Having quenched my desire to disfigure the strings of patriarchy, I would scoot into the tenth century and fight the Arabs with all my might, leaving no gaps for them to infiltrate into "Bharat". For once ,I would make no conciliatory move to appease them by any means. For once, I would deny reaching an agreement with them at the cost of my immediate neighbours. For just once, I would keep my expansionist ambitions aside and let my neighbours have even my piece of the territory. Anything , absolutely anything to have my " Golden Bird" not invaded by Arabs. Victory would cradle me in its arms but before leaving the battlefield and stepping into my time machine again ,I would dismiss off the plunderers with a warning and probably also convey them the greetings of their hard-core champions in Delhi of the 21st century.

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