Ignorance, Science and Fantasy

There have been some obnubilating times in all of our lives when we and even the world are ready to kid with self and on apparently no probable ground. We know nothing will happen but still we keep looking as if the Queen will scare the shit out of Bihar police. Well, the uncanny resemblance is clearly for my purpose to justify how gravitated this sedimentary foxing “pineal stuff” of our brain is. Well yeah it just might be about me. But it is surely funny to make fun. But, anyways I guess the meteor shower of 1997 must back me up here. We made a lot fool of ourselves. I remember remaining awake all night and barely reaching 30 fire streaks (and 100 wishes) across the sky.

Anyways, it was around those days as far as I remember. I remember that I was a teen and I remember that I hated girls and I remember that until those days I didn’t realize I look like an ass. It was winter as I clearly remember walking as a GOGO (topless) girl on the roof at nights so that I would become fair. I got resistive to cold weather conditions instead. I had some interest in astronomy not only because I was curious but also I was 100% sure that Neil and Edwin had taken giant leaps for mankind. As a part of my chores I looked up into the deep black sky with some cosmos bantam creations. I noticed the red planet Mars near the horizon. I kept watching that for sometime and noticed its apparent revolution around earth. It was pretty fast. After sometime my father came to the roof and I pointed him the planet Mars as if I had discovered it a few minutes ago. And then my brother joined. The planet moved towards our over head quite fast. It was unusual. I easily counted myself among the few number of eye witness who are going to be on TV the very next day for reporting this unusual cosmological phenomenon. Then in a few minutes the planet started blinking. To quickly evade the little disgrace from my brother and father I switched to comet from planet. But comets never blink – but who cared then as I was a genius astronomer among the 3 of us. Then my brother started expressing his outlawed views. He caught the name UFO and I don’t want to mention anymore. My father scolded both of us for wasting his money and not fulfilling the ethnicity of being boys of the science age and for crapping about comets, planets and UFOs. He stated something far simpler –it might be an airplane or a satellite. We argued and I had almost lost my last smidge of self respect and by that time there were more of them –all blinking brown lights and coming towards us faster. My father and I had no opinions left but my brother had watched “Independence day”. My father went back. My brother too left probably to fulfill his last day wish on earth. I remained there to live up to my curiosity and also to become fair in chilly (15 degree centigrade) winter night.

After a little while those blinking things blinked in a different rate and also came towards me with a slower speed. After some 1 hour from the start those things were clearly visible to naked eye. Those were small hot air balloons with fire inside them and those balloons were heart shaped. It was a valentines day and 10 -20 of those hot air balloons were released from Saheed Nagar –A Sahiey place in Bhubaneswar and they flew north wards carried by the wind and also not much differently by the mind.

One hour of sleep

On 13^th, September 2005 (Tuesday) I was awake all night for some non important business and next day I slept at 7pm. On 14^th September, 2005 (Wednesday) I was a year older than the sophomores at IIT. I was in C-103, RK Hall. I woke up after my hour long nap at 8 pm. I remember I was too hungry and so tried to call my wingies to have dinner. But none of them were in the wing. It was a Specials Day in mess. So I went alone to mess. At 8pm during specials day generally the mess remains crowded. But there was just a hint of some peoples there and I couldn’t find my wingies there. Anyways after a minute I found that regular old wordless food was being served. I was too hungry and so I ate. I remembered that I had to submit some assignments the next day and so technically was worried for a while to search for the source. Then I found something unusual. When I was returning from the mess I found that many peoples have deliberately changed there clothes, that is, they aren’t wearing what they had wore an hour ago. There wasn’t much to question or answer and so I went back to my room. Then I moved the mouse to bring back the monitor to normal from power-saving mode. There were some 10-15 message windows. Most of them were forwarded messages and some of the most irritating ones asking to forward them for good luck. The same song “Lucy in the sky” was being played on winamp in repeat mode. I closed every application and started orkuting. I had got 5-7 new scraps. For your information, I wasn’t (and am not) popular in orkut that I would get so many scraps in a single hour. Anyways, there wasn’t much to question there too. I saw my mobile and there were around 30 missed calls including 4-5 from home. 30 missed calls and 7-8 people to handle there. Then I got the feeling that something had happened in that one hour. I called home. My sister said that all of them at home had been trying my number since that morning but I am not picking up the cell phone. I tried to remember but couldn’t find any answer so as why I didn’t pick up the phone. My cell phone must have been in silent mode – I thought and replied. I called everyone who had missed call me and said that I was asleep. Some of the calls were info. based and rest were for formal bhatting. All of those who bhatted with me that day said the same thing to me – how much sleep do you need? and I answered them all “as much as possible”. Then I connected DC++ and downloaded some videos or songs or both – I don’t remember and watched for sometime. I thought of my assignment and tried to contact some peoples in yahoo messenger. I was glad to know that the teacher had said to submit that in a week. After that I relaxed but something was seriously wrong. I was feeling roomsick or better was feeling sick of room. I wanted some fresh air and so went to chhedis for a couple of smokes. Met some people here and there talked and roamed for sometime. There was a lot of works to do but as usual until the deadline I had to relax. The time was then around 11 pm and I went back to my room. Before that my wingies confronted me and scolded me for being a lazy ass and said that there was a treat that day and I didn’t wake up however bad they knocked/kicked the door and called my name. I said that I had maroed a 36hr straight night out and so had slept a little. Anyways we got entangled in other stuffs and again the bhaat session persisted. All the topics we talked about was what usually we bhatted. But something was wrong. I was felt like having a dream. I felt like being in another dimension. At around 12am I left to my room and a strange feeling came to me. Those who can’t control themselves rely on their cell phone. I dialed a number and talked about my awkward sensations and heard about Bhagwat Gita. After the confabulation I felt a little relaxed. But still something was wrong. Then I marked something which I should have marked in the beginning. The newspaper was squeezed between the opened door and the wall. It looked like as if I hadn’t read it. Those days the first thing I used to do every morning was to read the head lines of TOI, the cartoon section and BOL-TARA-BOL for astrology. Anyways, I started to read the new news and headlines and simultaneously wondering how could I miss reading newspaper that day. Then I remembered that I had read Wednesday’s news.

I took a long deep breath went to the front page of the news paper and saw the date. 15^th September, 2005 – Thursday.

The Little Vagabond

Dear Mother, dear Mother, the church is cold.
But the Ale-house is healthy and pleasant and warm;
Besides i can tell where I am use'd well.
Such usage in heaven will never do well.


But if at the church they would give us some Ale,
And a pleasant fire, our souls to regale:
We'd sing and we'd pray, all the live-long day,
Nor ever once wish from church to stray;


Then the parson might preach and drink and sing.
And we'd be happy as birds in spring:
And modest dame Lurch, who is always at Church,
Would not have bandy children nor fasting nor birch.

And God like a father rejoicing to see
Her children as pleasant amd happy as he:
Would have no more quarrel with Devil or the Barrel,
But kiss him and give him both drink and apparel.


-by William Blake

A Drop of Dew

Even each of my breath is unsatiated;

O’ dear, your every word silenced.

Rising and raising, time and again a tide

Dancing and fancying comes with pride,

But the sadist, filled from ages unknown

With thoughts of piled heart’s rock zone.

The wave of ocean is not its flair;

But to kiss the shore is its despair.

Why it Should not – desire of shore

To incite into the ocean’s core.

Going and dropping in on the locked doors

Who knocks and knocks as a part of his chores;

But never gets a reply – despair, shames

Of his pains and anguish, nobody explains.

The poem of a poet is not his affair;

To foregather with reader is its despair.

Drunk to neck, but, with ignominy

Doomed to reach that threshold - the meany.

What enigma inside you is fretted,

That I am in knotting is abetted.

Expressible and enigma both;

To call you fate I took oath.

Sound of silence I cried away,

Whisper of crowd carried me away.

Echoes deep inside me are twinging,

My own acute arrow inside me – piercing.

Even I might be silenced –

All manifestations veined.

What in this world can’t happen

In which can’t be hurt – the lonely misshapen.

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Twinkled the little star up above;

A drop of dew drowned me with love.

Cleaned me with vino under-rated;

Like the star I got illuminated.

Each breath of mine is rejoiced,

O’ dear, your every parole is voiced.