At the studios of AIR FM Rainbow

Hey folks!
So I just featured in the program Chhote Ustaad on 102.6 FM Rainbow on 23rd November, and I wanted to share my experiences with y'all. And here's the link:

Kriti Chandel in Chhote Ustaad on 102.6 FM

       So firstly I was so excited that I reached the studio nearly 90 minutes early, which kind of, er, increased the tension in the atmosphere. I had talked to the RJ once on the phone, but I was nervous, indeed. Anyway, I finally advanced the staircase to the lift to the studio. I was like, "Whoa, I never knew how a studio looked like." (Maybe because I never looked it up on Google.) It was a nice, warm room with huge computers, and stereos, and speakers and I don't know what but there was some pretty cool stuff down there. How do they even operate it? Well, I sat there, anyway.
      
        Time was running out, plus I wasn't ready. (Though I had been telling them that I was.) When the RJ - Jyotsna, turned up the volume of the mics, I don't know what got to my head and I just spoke whatever it told me to. She kept speaking and I kept replying. It almost felt like forever just when she turned down the mic and played another song. I took a deep breath.
     
        The best thing about RJs is that they're the coolest people ever. Jyotsna was so nice, so fun (oh come on, every RJ is fun), and so damn confident. She was so nice to me and my mum even behind the scenes. You'd know it when you meet an RJ.
     
         I used to think that they must be a whole lot different from what they are LIVE. But hell no, they're AWESOME. 
   
   And so I somehow managed and got it over with. But however it was, it felt amazing. It's so weird to think that RJs do it everyday, whoa. So if you give it a listen, all the tension in the atmosphere and in me would be SO WORTH IT! 

      Have a nice day and all the best mates! :) 

Daytime Dreaming

   It was only noon when the cloud stopped by to greet his friend, who was a tree, and settled right above him.

“Thanks a lot friend! It was getting hideous standing in the vigorous sun,” the tree was grateful.

“Don’t mention it, brother. I do this every day, for most of the world.” The cloud replied dully.

“It’s sad how no one actually lends you credit for anything you do.” The tree was concerned.

“I guess I’m now quite habitual to it. Sometimes it feels like a religious duty. Making sacrifices every day; melting down, heating up, that’s what my life is all about!” The cloud whined.

“That must be rough. The process is actually tedious, isn’t it? But sometimes, my brother, I’m really envious of you.” The tree confessed.

“And why’s that?” The cloud asked out of curiosity.

“It’s such a beautiful world, they say. You get to see every edge, but I swear, I’ve been standing here my whole life and all I’ve ever seen is the short grass around me, the bright sun, I’ve seen some children grow up. And brother, now I’m beginning to doubt if I’ll be standing upright for long.” There were worry lines on his forehead.

“You’re right. It’s hard standing at just one spot all your life, but it’s even harder melting to tiny drops every day, at a different place every time.” Pain was dripping from every letter the cloud uttered.  

“Let’s not compete, brother. I reckon we both have our own share of grievances to worry about.” The tree wisely advised.

“Command accepted, friend.” The cloud beamed.

“You know what? Sometimes I don’t understand Humans at all.” The tree gave him a puzzled look.

“How so?” The cloud questioned.

“In the beginning, I’ve heard, they used to be nature friendly, because they were totes dependent on us. But with the passage of time, they grew ruthless and started ruining nature which led to a holocaust.” The tree explained.

“I’ve heard that nowadays they’re taking initiative to spread awareness about conserving, aren’t they? And as far as I can judge, they seem like good people.” The cloud retorted.

“That’s what everyone’s thinking, yet not implying. They could use other materials instead of wood but they don’t pay much heed to the people who’re actually willing to take a step against this destruction.” The tree replied.

“But the amount of evil people is hefty!” The cloud concluded.

“I think we’re not supposed to be the ones thinking about it.

     They talked till the sun went down and then the gentle wind finally pushed the cloud away to another land, another tree. But that tree never saw that cloud again. It was his call of duty, the tree concluded.

And once again, he stood alone in the empty space. Perhaps waiting for his friend, who was gone forever.

Forever.

If It’s Not Forever – Book Review

                                         If It's Not Forever

Author: Durjoy Datta, Nikita Singh

Pages: 237

Synopsis:

      The book is mainly about a guy who left his diary before dying in the Chandni Chowk bomb blast. The narrator had himself witnessed the disaster and decided to check out the burnt sight after a while. He finds the diary lying inside a dustbin - barely readable. The diary just revealed the initials of its owner's name, so the narrator, Deb, decides to investigate about him. 
       It's really interesting to read how Deb acts as a detective while he worked in a publishing company! Simultaneously with the main story, continues Deb's love story with Avantika, the one who shared his home.
Later, Deb's best friend Shrey and a young spoilt girl join their odyssey. It's also amazing to read how all of them get to know about the diary one by one, and keep picking up the tiny pieces to make a rigid story out of it. They unbelievably find out a lot about the dead guy by minor clues from the dilapidated diary. 
        The diary was written beautifully by the mystery guy expressing all his love for the girl he used to see everyday on a bus stop. In the end of every diary entry, he used to write about his wish to see her again the following day. 
          As you keep reading, you begin to relate the title with the story. You go through all the ups and downs in the story as if you're a part of it. 
        Of course, the ending is an eye-opener! Their expectations go a little awry and then to know what happened, you'll have to read the book! 
        But in the end, there's only one message - If it's not forever, it's not love. And the title says it all! 
I have to say, it's another classic hit by Durjoy Datta, and of course, Nikita Singh provided a wonderful co-writer, or say, she played a great apprentice! 

Status Of The Book: Irresistible Suspense! :)

Quote #1

Quote of the Week:
"What goes around, comes back around."

Meaning: One's actions which affect other people, will come back to either haunt or simplify their lives one day. It's really deep as it inspires a lot of people not to lose hope or take revenge. Nature has it's own way of doing the same - Spontaneously! :)

Sphere of Hatred

The world is actually too small

Because most of it is just hatred and walls 

Too afraid to get on the stage, everyone's doing things under the table 

There's not one influence that is stable

It's time to face the music, there's no center of this cubic

Hats cover the eyes, all the faces are unseen

Not a mind that isn't black, not a heart that is clean

The world is actually too small

Because most of it is just hatred and walls

Pretending to be impeccable, they don't know they're gonna be no incredible

Dreams burn in the flammable sphere

Fulfilling them? - they're not even near.

But this ether that they stepped into is not reality  

Reality is much distinct, it's a sea of inability 

Kilometers of richness which holds bitter-sweet truths behind

Has the forever green mankind, now gone blind?

Where are the empty roads, 

Of truth and innocence?

The path is covered with a stained essence.

The enigma behind the crack in this castle of glass,

This carol symbolizes the destruction in mass

No hands stop the ruthless holocaust,

All they do goes for something that could exhaust.

The world is actually too small

Because most of it is just hatred and walls.

Jeena Isi Ka Naam Hai Piano Cover

I did this song recently as it struck me that this song sounds beautiful on Piano. When I tried to play it, it sounded as amazing as I pictured it. I've done this as a tribute to Sir Raj Kapoor, on whom this song was filmed, and Sir Mukesh, who sung this song. 

I hope I did it well, and am making their heads high.

May their souls rest in piece. 

#Tribute

Irresistible - One Direction Cover

So this is another song I've done recently which is originally sung by One Direction - my favoriiiite band! =)

This is one of their best songs and here's what I did! - 

#OneDirection

Paranoid Or Overjoyed?

Dear Diary,

        I don’t exactly know how to describe this day, which has been the best of all the long, boring days I’ve ever come across – no doubt about it. Anyway, I would try my best to express the flowing speed of the ocean of emotion I’m drowned into.

So it was just another ordinary day of the month. All I was thinking about throughout the day was the dinner I was going to have in my favorite restaurant that very night. Even those stupid T.V. ads about food gave me creeps somewhere down in the den of my bean bag, er, stomach. For once I gave up looking at the clock every 15 minutes to see if it was 10 yet. You must be thinking about me being a foodie, but the real fact is that I don’t usually have time and therefore I don’t usually go to that restaurant. Somehow, ripping my eyes off glancing at the clock in the other room, the day finally passed.

Tonight was the big night.

You won’t believe me, but I dressed up faster than the speed of light. (I never waste time on thinking about how I look). I had been starving since the very morning and it pushed me into a dream-like trance. It’s not that I’m active all the time, but I was particularly feeling drowsy that night. That always happens to me, urgh. I don’t know if this diary is sounding quite boring or saddening. It’s just that I’m not trying to be funny. And when I don’t try to be funny, I get especially annoying.

A few moments later, I found myself at the back-seat of the car when the bloody speed-breaker broke that beautiful burger-dream-trance. Speed-breakers are supposed to break speed, not dreams. Huh.

I never knew what heaven had planned for me.

I finally felt my car come to a stop, and I stepped out of the car displaying my crushed jeans to everyone in the parking lot. Those people were not just people – they were stunning and well-dressed people. I didn’t care about their staring eyes – they were aliens to me, after all. All I wished for was the lift to not stop on the way.

I saw those big letters-turned-into-lights carved on the big board that said ‘Underdoggs’.

I’m really bad at describing how food tastes like – even though I’m a foodie. So I would not get in detail with that. I’d say, it was a marvelous feast and I was full. Or say, even fuller than just full. Try to picture it when you’ve eaten so much that you can’t even utter a word.

After the mesmerizing moments of relaxation and the arrival of the dessert, I expected my mind to focus just on the big black cake and nothing else.                                                                               

But to my own shock, I was actually overhearing a conversation for the first time in my life. But the voices were just so catchy!

So the voices came from the table parallel to mine, and I glanced over there to see the two men’s faces. One of them on the other end was wearing dark sunglasses which looked expensive. I was like, ‘who wears sunglasses amidst a restaurant with almost no lights?’ That was totally stupid and high-standard stuff. Alien stuff to me. Duh.

The other guy had his back towards me and so I tried to get a sneak-peak but as usual, failed.

I was really interested in knowing what they were talking about.

“You ought to rock the stage this time!” The sunglass-guy almost scolded the other one.

“Yeah, it’s gonna be a hit.” The other one replied with a drunken sigh.

‘Yeah, it’s gonna be a hit.’ That sentence, that voice; it replayed in my mind a thousand times until I gave up trying to recognize the familiar voice. I wished him to speak one more time. Just one.more.time.

“Waiter!” That’s what he said.

Then it struck me. Is he who I’m thinking he is? No, he can’t be. Curiosity engulfed me in its big arms and I was forced to go check them out.

When I reached there, my lower jaw dropped to the floor. Adam Lambert?

“Excuse me, do you know you’re a look-alike of somebody I’m a big fan of.” I said, not hesitating a bit.

“Don’t tell me you’re a fan of Adam Lambert?” he smiled.

I couldn’t collect all sequences.

“A..are you?”

“Yes, I’m Adam. Nice to meet you.” He smiled again.

The rest is obvious – we spent the evening listening to him and I still can’t get my eyes off his autograph and the long, yellow-black backstage passes.

Kriti =)

“Kriti! Don’t you want to give your exam? Wake up! You’d win a competition in sleeping!”

That was when my mom woke me up. Huh. Stupid dream. I really wanted to eat that cake! 

One Color World

According to me, it's real hard to draw a face. How to shape the nose, eyes and everything. But this way, (the way that I have painted) you can make it a lot easier! Just try this technique where you don't actually have to draw a face, but instead shapes! =)
   I drew these paintings on the occasion of women's day this year, which filled my head with a lot of ideas to paint, write, and compose as well! So, I hope you find it good! :)

                                 

Revolution 2020 - Book Review

                                                                     REVOLUTION 2020

Topic: Book Review

Author: Chetan Bhagat

How Thick: 

No. Of Pages: 296

Synopsis:

  The book Revolution 2020, written by the famous writer of all time, Chetan Bhagat, who is also the writer of the books ‘2 States’, and ‘A Night @ the Call Center’ is a massive hit, according to me.

      The book has a beautiful concept – as the cover says it – ‘Love. Corruption. Ambition’. Those words sum up everything in the book. The beginning of the book is flawless, as it should be; because the beginning is the factor that draws oneself to read further. It starts with the present, and then goes back all the way to the past. Memories flash back in the narrator’s mind, and everything is precisely described.

The book describes the city ‘Varanasi’ so beautifully that one can picture it and feel as if he/she’s present there at the moment. It made me feel like Varanasi is the most soothing sight in the whole of India. It fulfills one more purpose – knowledge. One really gets to know a lot of things about Varanasi and entrance exams too!

The story revolves around the lead character – Gopal Mishra, who faces almost every grief in life. The thing he needed the most at that moment, a good grade to enter a good college, was something he was deprived of. On the first try, he failed badly while his best friend, Raghav got a great rank to be entered in a good college. Gopal was sent to Kota by his father to give that exam a second try. According to him, he was doing pretty well but fate didn’t have it and he failed again. He was gifted a rough slap from his beloved father who was now in debts because of the loans he took to make Gopal attend the tuitions. But the root reason for Gopal to fail was his grief of losing the girl he loved the most, wanted the most – Aarti, who paired up with Gopal’s own best friend, Raghav Kashyap. He was so taken aback that he lost his senses and started drinking. But he obviously couldn’t tell ‘Baba’ – his father about this.

      

    From all the worst things that could’ve happened, he soon found his father lying cold and limp on his bed. He was dead.

   

Moreover, people from whom his father had taken the loan were now threatening him. He had no reason to live for.

  

But then he met Sunil, and his life changed. Revolution 2020 was the name of the newspaper started by Raghav which distorted Gopal’s public-image.

Read the book to find out how Gopal soared high skies.

Overall, the book was thrilling, and had a totally unexpected ending! I can’t help but admit that it’s my favorite book!

Status of The Book: A Must-Read!! =)

  

On That Windowsill...

On that windowsill...

Stood a girl, so long ago,

that's the farthest I remember.

She used to stare at the Tulips,

In a motherly way

And I'd pass from her window, every day

She would always ignore me

while I used to think, 'what for does she do that?, not a carol of glee'

There was a day I found her outside, and yes, I was shocked,

I asked her if she was alright,

'Mind your own business!' she then mocked.

That clearly wasn't polite,

but I had to make her, somehow alright.

One day I heard she was sick, she could hear the time fly, tick-tick

When I gathered some guts and asked her if she was well,

anyway, I knew she wouldn't tell.

I saw that saddened smile on her lips,

when she whispered, 'the Tulips'

Within seconds I found myself staring out the windowsill,

'Oh no!' I exclaimed, it was autumn, the Tulips had a spill !

As time took hold, Spring at last arrived,

'I Love Tulips', on a stone she inscribed.

When she finally peeked out the window, the Tulips stood high!

We both organised a small feast, she made an apple pie!

But the very next morning, she packed her bags...

I saw her go out

I couldn't really figure out, what all this was about.

I waited for her through the day, stared at the shining hay

But my breath just stopped there and then,

When I noticed, the clock struck 10! 

I believed, she had gone only to come back tomorrow

Because so much knowledge, from her, I had to borrow.

Sometimes fate slaps you hard, 

and leaves you acting like a retard.

Of course, she was my best friend.

But no, I never saw her again.

Let's get to the core of a Name! =)

                     

                      THE DEEP AND HILARIOUS STORY BEHIND A NAME

        I've seen some people criticizing their parents saying they don't like their name, or that they want to change it. I don’t know why do people think like that; their parents would never give them a name with silly meanings. They think real hard to choose one name from a million options, and their children dump their hard work into the trash. Every name has a story behind it, a deep meaning behind it. And so does mine.

        Since I was a little kid, people have been asking me for the meaning of my name. Not many people have this name – Kriti. Though there would be thousands of people with that name but in my social circle, to my own shock, I don’t know any Kriti.

         It’s a fact that you hate your own name, but if someone else has the same name as yours, a monster inside you rings the bells. You want that person to change her/his name because you term it as your copyright, isn’t it?

        So finally, let’s come to the main thing. What does my name really mean? According to me, it means ‘A Creation’. Such a cool meaning for a person like me. I mean, I’m surrounded by an ocean of creations! I make paintings, I write songs, short stories, I play the Piano, shoot videos, and a lot of such things. ‘Holy Lord such an accurate name for me!’, I sometimes think. I have always been proud of my name, and always will be. I know that’s too much appreciation for a name but like it is, I really am proud of it. It’s like Heaven had chosen this name for me already!

       My mom often says that people’s names affect their life a lot. That happens, and yeah, it happened with me too, but seldom do people accomplish the condition behind their name. For instance, I’ve seen people making horrendous chaos while their name means ‘Peace’! That’s just a mere co-incidence! I don’t believe that your name can restrict or allow anything you do. It’s the capability in you. Like the famous ancient writer Kabir wrote in one of his literary pieces, that people with rich names are often poor, and the ones with poorer names are richer.

      Here’s a kind of a small tribute to my name which I came up with just now:

Hey, creation! Is that your name?

Did you know that your fans just came?

Come’ on the stage, are you game?

They’re screaming out your name,

And only you’re to blame.

There’s glitter in their eyes ‘cause of the pieces you create.

Hey, creation! Isn’t that just the same?

As the one which is your real name!

Oh – so I got it, your name is Kriti,

Did you paint that? Urgh, your hands got greasy!

Don’t be shy, don’t get uneasy!

That crowd just loves you,

This is the chance for you to do!

Do what you’ve been waiting for,

Chase your dreams, imitate the lions, scream ‘Rawr!”

Hey, creation! Is that your name?

Just get ready, let’s play the game. ;)

    

                This post is the reply for an IndiSpire question in Indiblogger, asked by Narasimha Sharma Veturi. The question was:

  'What does your name mean to you? Do you like it or hate it?'

#WhatsInAName

                            

   

Jeena Yahan Marna Yahan Cover :)

Aah, so this is a pretty famous Hindi song, Jeena Yahan Marna Yahan, sung by Mr. Mukesh. I wanted to give him a special tribute, and so I did this song. :)

This song is from the film 'Mera Naam Joker'. The film was a spectacular hit and this song touched a million  souls and soared high skies so I hope you like it ! ^_^ :*

                                                            #Keep Respecting

Strong - One Direction Cover

I'm a die-hard fan of the band One Direction and I'm so glad I've finally done a cover for a One Direction                                                   song. I'll be doing more real soon! 3:) :* 

                                          #1D Fab #Directioners go ahead #Real Music

Stay - Rihanna ft. Mikky Ekko Cover

      Hello Folks! This is my cover for the song Stay by Rihanna            featuring Mikky Ekko which I've done as a Valentine Gift for all                                           my listeners! :D 

                         Listeners, please always Stay! :p 

                           #Be Happy #Spread the word

Demons- Imagine Dragons Cover

A great song; a great video - Demons by Imagine Dragons. There's a special entry in this piece, and you may look around for ghosts creeping along! The special effects my crew had came up with were the candles, the blowing-wind's sound in the beginning, and my shadow on the wall even in the dark. Creepy, ain't it? :D

                             We did a lot of hard work on this so please give it a shot! ;)

                                                                   #Stay Pleased =)

Video Games- Lana Del Rey Cover

This song is Video Games by the beautiful Lana Del Rey. The uniqueness of this song is in the fact that even            though this is a happy song, the tune, chords, everything - sound sad. That's called real music! :D

                                   And those are my cousins, Aditi and Abhijeet. :)

                                                                     #Enjoy! =)

21 Guns- Green Day Cover

                    

                       21 Guns is a super-famous song sung by one of my favorite bands - Green Day. 

                                              This was on request! Hope you enjoy! =)

Mirrors- Justin Timberlake Cover

Mirrors is a heart-touching song written and sung by the famous singer Justin Timberlake. This song has been                      dedicated to the love story of Justin's grandparents - William and Sadie.

                                                              R.I.P Sir William.

                    I know I've not sung this song so perfectly, but the main thing is the Piano backing. 

                                                                      Enjoy =) 

Love Story - Andy Williams Cover

Love Story is a beautiful theme song from the movie 'Love Story' itself, composed by Andy Williams. I made                                     a cover for this song on my mom's kinda 'humble' request. :p

                                                                Take the pleasure! =)

Spring Day Cherry Blossoms And You - Epitone Project Cover

Spring Day, Cherry Blossom, and You is a really cute, sweet, simple, and soothing tune by The Epitone Project. I can't help but call it a MUST hear. It just gets stuck in your head and draws you towards itself                                                                    once you hear it.

                                                 I hope I played it well enough! =)

The Crowded Room - Kriti Chandel (Own Composition)

I write many songs, poetry and all that but The crowded Room was the very first song that I wrote and          composed ALL on MY OWN. I really hope it's not that bad because I've worked real hard on this. 

                                                                              Enjoy! =)

Greensleeves

Greensleeves was composed in the late 1580s by Henry VIII for Anne Boleyn and I thought to make a                                                             cover for this enchanting melody. 

Caprice No. 24

Caprice no. 24 is a classic hit of the olden times, composed by the great Niccolo Paganini. This piece is also                     present in the Grade 1 examination course of the Trinity College of London. 

                                                              I hope it would help! =) 

The Memory - Mayday Parade

I made a cover on one more of Mayday Parade's songs - The Memory. Another massive hit by a massive                                                             band. Enjoy the fullest! =) 

Miserable At Best - The Mayday parade Cover :)

Miserable at best is a beautiful song sung by a beautiful band - Mayday Parade. I thought to make a cover for it because the song is entirely decorated by the sound of a Piano. 

I hope you like it! =)

Someone Like You - Adele (Cover by Kriti Chandel)

Hey guys, so I'm here with my cover of the song "Someone Like You" by the singer, Adele.

Hope you like it !!  ^_^
By the ways, just to remind y'all, I make my own songs too; one of them is 'The Crowded Room'. I'll post the link to that one too! :) 
And don't forget to like the video and leave a nice comment!  =)

It's Five To Friday

Here's another thrilling story for y'all !

                                  IT'S FIVE TO FRIDAY

            It was a dark night - like nights are supposed to be. But that night was unusually dark. An eerie perfume flew with the wind. 

           Even the flowers smelt foul. The chalice-like Tulips had drooped. The moon was high up in the sky, spreading its shimmering light all around.

          The garden outside Nate Wright's window looked calm and beautiful in the moonlight. But little did he know that something was secretly going on around him - maybe against him.

         Nate was never afraid of anything because since childhood, he had a habit of living without his parents, being in a hostel. Now that he was 27, he lived with just one company - his dog, Scuff, who was young and active.

        He had brought Scuff to somewhat reduce his loneliness in his big mansion. Yes, that's right - he lived in a mansion. No doubt he earned pretty well. Although Scuff was sometimes a big headache, Nate loved him a lot.  

      Nate was just afraid of one thing - howling or hooting noises. People called him weird because of that but only he knew what he had gone through. Every time he heard a dog howling, a painful memory of his brother Owen's death came back with a keener sting.

       

     It was just another usual Friday. Same old annoying boss at office, same old loud scuff.

    That was the very night, when something freaky was going on under Nate's big mansion - with him being totally unaware. Scuff was getting restless, and he only did that when he was either hungry or scared. The circumstances and chances both pointed towards the latter.

     "Five people from the SoulBells road have already been MISSING! Alerts have been-" Shouted the huge, sharp-voiced reporter on the T.V. when Nate changed the channel in boredness. 

     "Same missing people's news all over! So boring, ain't it, Scuff?" Nate asked Scuff as if he would understand.

    "Woof! Woof!" Was its reply.

    

    "Let's go to sleep, buddy!" Nate carried Scuff to the bedroom.

      Nate was too tired to stay awake anymore, so he drifted off to sleep seconds after going to bed. 

    

    It was still dark when Scuff got up from his sleep, because he heard a noise downstairs. He ran down the over-sized, well-polished staircase, barking his lungs out which woke Nate up. Nate annoyingly chased him and complained, "Scuff! It's just 3 A.M. Boy!" 

    Scuff ignored his call and headed where the voice led him. The intensity of the voice was too low to be heard by a human being. But then, as they went closer to the basement, the voice got louder. Loud enough to burst the hardest eardrums. 

    But Nate didn't seem to care about the loudness of it, because he was already shaken, facing the only fear of his life - howling.

    It was as if a thousand werewolves were howling; so loud as if it was the last time they were ever howling.

   Scuff was automatically hypnotized and he followed them - he started howling as well. It was for the first time that Nate wanted to rip scuff to shreds. 

      But  to his own shock, Nate wasn't screaming, he wasn't scared anymore. It was because he felt a familiar warmth engulfing him.

     A human-like figure appeared just from somewhere inside the smoke. 

    

    Nate couldn't see its face, but he could sense it smiling, calling him closer. As soon as the moonlight fell over the figure's face, Nate's mouth dropped open.

   "Owen?" Nate observed him closely. 

   "Brother - I've committed so many sins to come to meet you." The figure whispered in a meek voice. It was Owen, Nate's late brother.

   "What sins?"

   "I had to kill five people to land on Earth."

   As soon as Owen said this, a memory from that disturbing news channel flashed in Nate's mind.

   Five People Missing.