In Conversation with God....

(strange but yes, it's a science fiction, but cant help with the philosophical overtone)

Part 1

It all started when Rakesh Roy read the Twin paradox in his favorite book – Concepts of Physics, by HC Verma. The whole night he couldn’t sleep a wink. The idea of traveling at the speed of light always excited him more than anything that would excite a boy of his age. He always believed that it, after all, was not so paradoxical, that Einstein was not a moron in predicting ‘The Time Machine’, that HG Wells was the best Fiction ever, even better than the original edition of Harry Potter, his Grand Ma gifted him on his fifth birthday. He was one of the few kids who knew at a young age, what their purpose of life was. His girlfriend was more interested in his Physics than his Physique. His obsession helped him achieve the distinction of being the youngest PhD in Relative Mechanics from the Indian Institute of Science.

His obsession for science and the urge to reason every nuance of the nature, had made him an atheist. He never talked to anyone about his dream of constructing ‘The Time Machine’ which he would call the ‘Time manipulator’, with which he would master time, he would master life and death, he would become immortal, he would become ‘GOD’. Everyday he would wake up from such dreams, working hard to make them his destiny. He didn’t believe in God, he believed in Science. And this belief in Science got him the prestigious Nobel Prize in Physics for his revolutionary paper on ‘The String Theory and the Fourth Dimension’ at the age of 32. The award and the prize money were enough for him to set up the National Physics Laboratory, in a remote village of Orissa.

It was the Year 2047 AD and the NPL had become the largest government funded research organization within a decade of its inception. There were hundreds of junior scientists, engineers, quantum physicists, nanotechnologists, all young and bright minds working on various projects assigned by the Chief Scientist, Dr. Rakesh Roy. He kept them unaware of his mighty plans of ‘Operation TM – the Time Manipulator’. Only Siddharth, his favorite student was his close confidant, who would assist him in realizing his dreams.

The date was chosen by Roy as 13^th July, a Friday. At first Siddharth was a little uncomfortable with the date, but soon realized that his boss was a staunch atheist and never believed in superstitions. Nonetheless, he had all the faith in Roy and Roy trusted him. Their Time Machine was a spherical Gyroscopic contraption, with the outer shell rotating independently of the cockpit inside. The outer shell, made of a nano material, would be rotated instantaneously and the super magnetic fields would create perpetual magnetic induced acceleration to high speeds, comparable to the speed of light. The machine was ready to be tested and Roy could not control his excitement.

Thanks to his desperation, Roy dropped the idea of using a guinea pig for the test, instead he took the pilot seat of the cockpit and ordered Siddharth to initiate the machine. Siddharth, as a servile sub-ordinate followed the orders and toggled the start button. He then set the time display on the control panel to a positive fifty and gave a voice signal to Roy. Within a few seconds, blurred images of future started flashing in front of Roy. And with a sudden thump, the free floating cockpit came to a standstill. Roy opened the sliding door to the cockpit and was about to step into the ‘future’ when an old but muscular man confronted him. He wore a saffron dhoti and wooden sandals, and had long, dense hair gathered into a bun over his head. Upon asking, he said that he was the God. Following is the conversation that happened between Roy and the old man, upon his revelation.

Part 2

Roy – I don’t believe you. You are just a sly-looking sadhu, who proclaims himself to be the God. We have many such self-proclaiming Gods in our country.

God – I don’t know about your country but yes I’m the God of this world, because I created it.

Roy – Oh my God !! (says rather sarcastically) So you have been living in disguise for all these millions of years, only to welcome me in my future. This was the last thing I would expect to see in my future. All right, let’s says you are the God, then you must know everything. You must have all the answers. Tell me, Where are we? Where is this world in this universe? Where is the start and where is the end? Who am I? And yes, Can you do magic?

God – Magic is nothing but illusion. And you are my biggest magic. This world is a bounded illusion, whereas the universe is the unbounded illusion of the bounded reality. I know it’s difficult to believe me, but you are a part of the system I created, the system which is as technical as a computer simulation, and as mathematical as a scalar matrix. The world is a self-evolving program, where all non-living things are constant parameters, whereas living things are variable parameters. It was a very slow running program until I tweaked it to allow an unbounded parameter called man, whom I linked to the mainstream evolution by apes and monkeys. With this new variable parameter, my program entered its advanced version, which was much more active and fast. And Man being a superior entity, became the disillusioned master. The unbounded parameter started to grow exponentially in the parallel dimension of evolution, which you call the mind. But the boon became the bane. Your insatiable greed and the incessant race to be the God, made you a destroyer. That is the biggest difference between you and me. I create to create, you create to destroy.

Roy – If everything is illusion, then who are you? Where do you live? What is reality?

God – Reality is nothing but constant illusion. I may be the creator of this world, just like many other creators from our world of Om, but I also have a purpose to serve, as every element of your world has. I was like the supervisor of your world, I made the rules, I defined the boundaries, I balanced the forces, I controlled everything except your mind, and man was ever sub-consciously aware of that. To you, I am just a personification of your perception of God, otherwise I am a string of energy, whose existence is defined by dimensions, unlike those followed in your world. There are millions of us, and all have their own purpose to serve, to be the God of our creation. And our world also has a God, whom we don’t know, who exists in a world controlled by someone even more superior, and so on. It’s just that you were at the rear end of an infinite spectrum. Some of the worlds at our level advance to the next level where every unbounded parameter creates another world of its own, and this is the ultimate purpose we all have to serve.

Roy – You sound like a crazy scientist who never got famous and found science fiction as a short cut to fame. I guess this is some kind of fiction of the future. I better leave this place. I still don’t believe you. Hey! If you are the God, then you must know what my name is, where I work, and what Siddharth is doing in the present?

God – Nobel laureate, Rakesh Roy, Chief Scientist, NPL. That’s your identification in your world. Actually, you are the only man to have broken the code of my program, and redefined your own dimensions. And in the present, which is relative to your own time axis, Siddharth has died in an explosion caused due to anti-particle annihilation in your Particle Accelerator Lab, and just now, your last scientist took his last breath.

Roy – Holy shit!! You are just a psycho. And you are scaring the hell out of me. Just go away and let me see this future for which I have come here.

God – There is nothing left in this world. What are you going to see? The world has already ended. World War – III started in 2062 AD and left the world in ashes by 2068 AD

Roy – How is this possible? We have nuclear proliferation, we have the Security Council, no country can nuke another, they can’t be so foolish. The world cannot end.

God – The first one was the war of greed, the second one was war of revenge, and the third one was war of religion. I told you, you create to destroy. And religion also was your creation. Humans can control humans, but they can not control the mind, nor can I.

Roy – So what if all this is true. I can always go back in my present and save the world from its demise.

God – My dear, you may have tried to become God, but you can’t be, ‘coz I created you, and you have a flaw. In your desperation, you never tested your Time Machine, it can go forward, but it can never go backward.

I turned the corner and..........

I turned the corner and

To my surprise

I was still unturned

I turned the corner and

To my dismay

I was still on the same path

I turned the corner,

Hoping against hope

Of strolling a new path

Of starting a journey afresh

Of leaving the miseries of the past

Tired

Tired walking the same street

I turn the corner

Only to find myself

Circling the same circle

I try to get to get it straight

But can’t

That it all ends from where you start

Marriages are made in heaven

(It's a short (very) story on a couple whose marriage is on the rocks...I wrote this as a creative writing exercise, in which the underlined words had to be connected to form a stroy............)

Sad and dejected, Mrs. Screwvala lay on a rickety couch, as a withered Sunflower, estranged from a bouquet, a bouquet of two beautiful buds tied by a legal thread, their entwined bodies immune to the thorns, trying to compromise the bond, the bond of marriage.

‘Honey, I’ll be late tonight. I have an important meeting with a client.’ These words of her husband kept reverberating in her head. ‘Now, this is the limit. I can’t take it any more…’ Mrs. Screwvala sprung up from the couch at the sudden thought of this gentleman she met the last night in her friend’s reception party. She was mesmerized by his chivalry and the big grin he wore however superficial it may have looked on his well-preened face. The whole night she couldn’t stop thinking about him. There was something else that interested her more than him, it was his ‘business card’ that said – Divorce lawyer, with an uncanny tagline – ‘Marriages are made in heaven, they are broken here.’

Accumulating the courage, she reached out for a bunch of keys, concealed from her husband’s prying eyes, and opened the vault, the vault of privacy, the vault of memories. She knew that all the stuff inside, would bring back the mixed emotions of joy and despair. Nonetheless, she opened the vault and kept staring at the stuff, until a tiny drop of tear rolled down her cheeks and ignoring the feeling of déjà vu she removed the battered laptop from the shelf, which was her husband’s fiery reply to her innocent complaint regarding the pornography, she accidentally found in it.

Hardly had she come out of the horrible memories, that she saw the swim wear, still packed in the Libertina cover. She remembered how embarrassed she was, when he gifted it on their first anniversary, that even his numerous apologies would not deter her from talking to him. And how he made up for it, by giving her a diamond ring whose gift-wrapped cover was still preserved underneath the swim wear. She had preserved all the love letters he used to send her, in a large file filled with papers. Placed on top of the file, were old- fashioned sunglasses, he wore the time he proposed her. How funny he looked with these big sunglasses coupled with his long wavy moustache that she couldn’t stop giggling, but she did say ‘Yes’. Because she too loved him.

‘Why do things change after marriage? Why does love become a liability? Why do we forget the wedding vows? Does marriage mean compromise? Doesn’t that contradict true love? Whatever it is, I shall compromise. Because both of us love each other and we shall work this out. With a new vigor, she keeps everything back and as she was about to close the door to the vault, she noticed a sticky note, written with a blunt pencil – ‘If we can’t talk open, lets talk divorce’

Wake up!!

I wake up every morning
From reality, I wake up to illusion
From truth, I wake up to lie
From self, I wake up to being selfish
From faith, I wake up to reason

I wake up every morning
To adorn an invisible mask
Of a person known by my name,
To accomplish the tasks
Of an artist vying for fame

I wake up every morning
As fresh as a fresh flower's odour
Knowing that I'm a day older,
As zealous as an army's recruit
Knowing the ultimate truth

Still, I wake up every morning
Not 'coz I'm a programmed bot
Not 'coz I'm an intelligent crackpot
Not 'coz I'm the clown of a circus
But, 'coz I'm here to serve a purpose

My First poem........

Filling the Voids

Penning down my inner voice
Of Whose eternal quest I wander
I try to fill the voids
The Voids I made, I never knew

Some voids as small
As an atom's free space
Some voids as big
As the celestial space
Some voids as clear
As the cloudless sky
Some voids as dim
As a moonless night

Wondering, had'nt there been voids
What life would be
Wondering, had'nt there been spaces
What music would be

I make a clueless conclusion
Is my life of voids?
Or am I void of life?
Whatever it is,
I got to fill the voids........

PS : this is my first poem, I wrote it after putting a night-out, which triggered the writer in me, and hence it shall be the prologue to my cerebral dossier.