Saturday, October 27, 2012

The hunt for electricity on a early Saturday morning

This Saturday when I woke up to a very lazy morning, two things came to my mind. First, no new tweets were requiring my attention and second the phone was beeping softly trying to get my attention that battery level was critical 26%.

The second thing was easily fixable, not the first time when I left my phone unattented. If there is a late night Twitter revolution (lying on the bed in heating conversation on twitter) it is a tiresome task to put the phone on charging.

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Angrezi Vangrezi...


Life is like a lift sometimes you get inside to go up, sometimes you use it to come down. And sometimes when you are waiting in the lobby for the lift to arrive to take you upwards to your desired floor, some bum comes from behind presses the button to go down and proudly announces to his wife, "You see the lift if up so if you want to bring it down, press down..." the wife looks at her all-knowing husband proudly as if he is the sole survivor of the battle that eradicated the entire hemisphere.

Sunday, October 7, 2012

The silence of the fallen

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 32; the thirty-second edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is 'An Untold Story'
"There is a story about that scar and I want to know it...," Jonny said casually joining the table at the high-school reunion. The whole gang was there together except Jagdish who could not fly in to their reunion.

The scar in question was the mark on face of Ravi, who had driven all the way to Goa from remote village of Karnataka. The group of six or the sinister six, as they were known in college, had gathered together as they had promised ten years after college in the remote shack in Goa.  Ravi, Jonny, Jagdish, Bobby, Mangesh and Pankaj had first met during the common detention in their first year in college. These six from six different departments and branches had one thing in common, on the fateful day of Sixteenth December Ninteen Ninteety Nine they all were detained in their respective department for crime so sinister that they were send to the office of director for punishment.

Monday, October 1, 2012

The Last Rock On Which Universe Collapses


Seven million light years away from my home planet and here he was, drifting across the cosmos. Feeding on the anti-matter energies in this single spaceship he had reached here were everyone would like to reach. Heaven.
Was this heaven? He did not know but it surely did not look like it. In his front was the debris of the universe, a large chunk of astroid that contained nothing but dust and rocks. Spread across miles this uncharted space in the universe this bedrock was the final resting place for anyone going beyond. For beyond this rock rest the vast openness... the end of the universe. The astroid had no physical properties, it had no mass, no height, no breath nothing. It simply was.

He landed his spaceship carefully on the rocks or as careful as he could crash. This is it, he thought, mankind giant leap. He smirked, about 2000 years ago, humans had landed on the moon and though that was their greatest achievement. He knew the drill, what the humans always did to find new planets.
He had done this before, with the military precision he removed the equipment from his ship. His task was to find a nice spot and establish a communication link back to earth. Ears at the end of the universe, ether waves travelling through vacuum.

He was struggling to fix the communication satellite on the ground but the instrument won't stay in its place. He struggled for a while when he heard the voice,

"It won't fix..." the voice said from behind, "I tried for a long time almost a decade and then gave up. This asteroid does not have any physical characteristics. You cannot install anything on this."

He turned around to the source of the voice.

An old man stood behind him watching him struggle. He wore simply rags and was standing tall over him.

"Who are you?" he immediately turned around, he had not anticipated any living creature on this debris. That left to only one conclusion.
"Who do you think?" the old man asked smiling.
"Are you God?"

The old man looked at him and then at the sky above, then again turned at him, "God... that is good, an old concept, older than creation... and no," he paused, "I am not God..."

"What are you doing at this debris then?" he asked, "And again.... who are you?"
"I am a traveller came here a long time ago...and now am..." he again looked up at the open sky, "Do you want a drink?"
"We get drink here?" he asked, thinking about the drink he was making as he got out of the spaceship.

"No, just being polite... we get nothing here. This is it, the buck stops here and everything else. The end of the universe. The alpha and the omega and everything else..."
"Everything?" he asked not ready to accept it, "The universe is ever expanding.... how can it end here?"

"It ends here...this bedrock is the rock on which this end of the universe balances. This stone is a void, it has no physical characteristics and no beginning or end. Beyond this remains only darkness," he pointed to the large black sun in the sky.
"Is that...." he gasped, "Is that a black-hole? Are we orbiting a black hole?"
"Indeed," the old man said, "Black hole... yes... we are orbiting a black hole...."

"But if it is a black-hole, how come we are not sucked into it? Everything else is getting sucked in..." he said looking around.

"The void rock..." the old man smiled, "It took me a while to understand this mystery but finally understood. This rock does not exist and its the reality that is passing away into that void..."

"This is so interesting... " he said exclaiming, "What if there is another reality out there? What if beyond that void is another Universe, maybe a parallel universe. Maybe another reality..."

"Maybe..." the old man said, "But I don't think so. This is all that is, just like this rock, this black-hole also is... there is nothing beyond it, nothing before it..."

"But there is a reality before this... and there should be a reality beyond this. How can there be not? How will we ever find out until we jump through?"

"Maybe some things you have to take as they are..." the old man replied.

"But I cannot take it. I have to find out, I started on the quest to explore everything. Tell you what, I am going beyond... beyond everywhere the man has even been... I am going to be the man...."
He sat back in his spaceship and starting off the engine.

"So you have decided then?" the old man said, "You will find out the final mystery that is left for you to find out..."
"And what is that, oh why old man?" he asked.
"You will finally find out who am I...."

The engines roared fire as the spaceship kicked off into the void. He smiled as he entered the darkness. First his ship travelled through complete darkness and then big rocks. There was no direction, he survived at the expense of two engines of his spaceship.

His spaceship nearly destroyed and so was his will power. He drifted in the void in the debris of his ship for almost a century, time mattered not in this darkness. His body aged with time, he turned ten years older in just two minutes. But he survived like the countless humans who survive through time, again and again.

Soon there was a light amidst the darkness. Soon there was a opening, like a morning sun after a dark night he saw a glimpse of light. Barely alive, his mind screamed, 'Yes... finally,' he thought, 'a human beyond the universe...'

His mind pushed him towards the opening with all his left will power. He knew this was it, this was the final push. The final destination.

No ship, all in tatters, aged a lot he still carried the will to do the impossible. With all the energy he could summon he pushed through to the light. The light blinded him and he felt something strong beneath his feet. He kissed the land below and looked around, he had finally made it. He had made it to the end of the world and beyond...

The world looked familiar, it was same as the world he came through. The world was familiar. He had landed on the void rock again. He looked up and saw the black-hole consuming everything. He was back from where he started. There was no other world, there was nothing. Where is that old man? He though looking around, there was nobody on the planet.

A distant rumbling was heard as he turned his head in the direction of the sound.

"Oh," where the words barely audible from his mouth as he saw the spaceship appear from the distant. The man got down from the ship and got busy establishing the communication device.


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