“Humans are odd. They think order and chaos are somehow opposites and try to control what won’t be. But there is grace in their failings” – Hiral Arora opines about killer robots, wars and humanity, reporting from the United Nations Security Council, SRM MUN 2016.


Imagine one pet peeve you have and all the dark dead-baby jokes you have heard all your life. Now set your feet in the shoes of a veteran. See from his eyes, how casual causalities are. They are used to blood and pain. They are used to rotting bodies and scavengers.

‘Few beers down and I am ready to work again.’ This routine, this cold heartedness makes a human impervious to brutality. But then you see a dying friend, a dying lover, a dying child, under a pile of debris and you are to live with that image forever. You blame yourself for living through the massacre. You, who thought PTSD is pretentious and you are above it all, you cannot sleep.

You are also the guy who saw a 15 year old child about to shoot you, but was too nervous and kept closing his eyes, his hand shaking and sweaty over the trigger.

You say, ‘Do what you have to goddammit!’

The child trembles and drops the gun and follows it to the floor. You ask him how old he is. You hear out his story, of how we was forced into this war, how his family is being held captive or one of those stories from the pool of background stories of why people are forced into warfare. No one really likes war.

You set him free. You promise to help him. You get him out of danger and make sure he survives, atleast for now.

Second chances. Mercy. Sparing a life.

These are not possible when this decision is made in nano-seconds by a machine which has no option but to follow a set of instructions you feed into it. You feed the entire Humanitarian Law literature into the machine, and still it wouldn’t know.

How heartless.

The lines and lines of code we put, to create a robot in the image of mankind, thinking of ourselves as pseudo gods. Atheism is the reason, one could say, and science is the new religion. Everyone wants to be more powerful than the rest, god resides in all of us, giving us a sense of what is right and what is wrong.

But transferring that sense in the form of laws? The humanity of humans is intangible. We do not understand it perfectly ourselves, look at all our romances, look at all our contradictions.

There needs to be a way to stop wars. Making robots fight instead is not one of them. Call it my pet peeve.


A shoddy Iron-Man plot

(Just the plot summary- Written for SRM MUN 2016 Application)

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Aisha, an Afghani woman seduces a captain of the US Army. At his most vulnerable moment, she asks him a favour. A favour to deliver certain confidential documents to a certain Mr. Stark.

Jamie agrees, even though he the probability of him ending up dead in the course of the mission was very high. Well, it would be ofcourse, if he wasn’t Stark himself.

The documents were what he was after. Turns out he was looking at the wrong place throughout.

Aisha had gained access to these documents accidentally, her husband had been careless. He was a part of the higher ranking Al Queda officials and believed his innocent wife to be a tame household woman. When he spotted her making away with the documents, his colleagues asked him to cut off her nose as a part of his holy duty towards the group, a personal Jihad.

With her nose, went his head too, after he was in deep sleep, and sure his beat up wife was rendered immobile. Except she wasn’t.

Aisha left her house with the documents looking for the right person to deliver it to and the right person who would deliver her to freedom.

Stark. That was the name on every weapon. American. She knew the answer then. She needed to be heard in America.


Stark followed the trail she had left in the coverstory. It was a call out to him. War on terror, they say. Then he was the biggest terrorist, the biggest profiteer. There can be no truce. There must be more war, and this time a conclusive one. And only one could put an end to it.

Stark came to Afghanistan as an army captain. He saw people being mutilated by rudimentary weapons. His own were merely being used as a means of deterrence. And blown up at regular intervals to keep people on their toes. However, the figures of the dead reported were exaggerated. In a way, the explosions were a way of burning away the already tortured-to-death bodies of the people who had faced Taliban’s judgement.

Stark as usual operated alone, calling on the personnel only when needed. Here, with no means of letting them know who he is, he only had Aisha as his ally. He trained her for two months on the production of weapons in his underground lab that was being maintained by one of his informers in the area. Aisha soon learned how to destabilize the weapons that the enemy had been using. Her anger produced in her a strength that was unmatched by even Stark in his fancy suit. She acted on impulse and was almost always right.

The documents contained a detailed plan of the enemy’s lair and where the details of security measures in place. It also contained a comprehensive list of the top people in the organisation.

Stark and Aisha together after a special effects filled duel destroy all enemy weapons, almost avoiding being burnt. It was difficult as the US Army began to attack them on the other end thinking they were Taliban. Aisha then sneaked up-to their headquarters and asked them to stop. Seeing Tony in his Iron Man suit, they halted their attempts to kill him. Tony left the destruction of the last and kept dangerous weapon to Aisha, who saw her husband’s face in it.

After making the situation better, they left it to the US Army to carry on with the leftover mission and reconstruction. Stark donated heavily towards that cause.

Aisha and Tony Stark flew back to the US. She got her nose fixed, making her look a lot less fierce and a lot more beautiful. After a beautiful seaside dinner and drinks, Aisha informed Stark about her decision to go back to Afghanistan and help in the restructuring, she couldn’t leave her people behind. They bid goodbye.

Afterscene: Tony and Pepper have a closing scene in which he acts like nothing ever happened, flirts with Potts, some corny conversation takes place and the scene ends with Jarvis calling Tony an idiot of sorts who expresses less emotions than an AI.

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