Thursday, 22 October 2015

Adam Without Eve



How would you survive if you are the last person in the world? #Survivor

“Houston, initiate return procedure”.

“I repeat; Houston, initiate return procedure”.

There was no answer.

He called into his radio again and again for next one hour, but there was no answer.



Housed alone in his space-ship a billion miles away from earth, the astronaut decided to take things in hand. Upon getting no response from Houston, he handed over the command of his spaceship to the master computer, which initiated automatic return procedures and put the spaceship into trajectory back to earth. In a few days, he will be back to earth. Hope he establishes contact with Houston once he is near.

Little did he know about what had happened on earth when he was away. Travelling in deep space, his ship had got caught into a worm-hole and landed into a space where time and space merge into one another. Inside the wormhole, the time loses its meaning and the space dominates.  Finally, when his ship came out of the wormhole, he had landed into a point of time trillions of years ahead in future. Now the earth was trillions of years older than when he had left it. But he himself was his old usual self, a twenty-eight year old man.

A wormhole in space

But meanwhile, something cruel had happened to earth.  During the first million years after he had left, the earth was struck by a big comet wiping-off all forms of life on it. Every living being, including humans, vegetation, and even microbes, had perished in the impact and the radiation storm that followed. The only things left were just the elements of nature like water, air and matter.


Due to the effect of impact, the earth now spinned faster on its axis, one rotation in one minute. And that too in reverse direction. So now the Sun rose from west and the day and night were was just a minute long. The earth also revolved around the Sun much faster, one revolution in 100 hours instead of one year. So now, an year on earth, comprising of all seasons-summer, autumn, and winter, got completed in a span of just 100 hours.

By sheer luck, the astronaut had survived the extinction. Just because he was away from earth, and because he, due to some error in his space-travel, had traveled into future trillions of years away.

The earth was visible now. The astronaut again tried to contact Houston. Still, no answer.

Finally, his well programmed computers landed the spaceship on a clear patch of land on earth.

The doors opened and he came out. The world before him had changed; or there wasn’t any world at all. No signs of civilization, no trees, no people, just vast expanses of land and water, and that too looking different.

He rushed back to his spaceship. He glanced on the computer screen. The computer had rightly captured the time on earth………. year 2000000014. His worst nightmares had come true. He had got caught in some wormhole and traveled a trillion years into future. And by the time he returned, the world had died.

He had no incentive to live. The universe had played a cruel joke on him; it had let him survive, while the world died.

“No point in living alone,” he thought.  With no one to talk to, no one to love and no one to live for. An overdose of painkiller morphine injection available in his ship will solve the problem.

Another alternative would be to flee. His spaceship and supercomputer installed in it were capable of launching him back into space, where he would wander through galaxies, hoping to find a planet where life exists, and hope that he can live again in the company of life.

But he said to himself, “No! This earth has been my home. I can not desert it. I will live here and die here”.

The powdered form of high energy food available in the spaceship contained billions of giga-calories of energy, enough for him to survive another hundred years.

Then a thought occurred to him. “The powers of universe have gifted me life. Now I must do the same to the earth. I must gift life to earth. I must restart life on earth,” he said to himself.

But he was only one of his species. He could not reproduce without a female of his species.  He was alive, but his body was useless. Without a female, his body was useless for reproducing. Then how could he sow the seeds of life on earth again?

Then an idea flashed into his mind. His body is not useless. His body contains microbes and bacteria everywhere inside, in his blood-stream, in his intestines, in his stomach, and even in his saliva.

Microbes inside human body

These microbes, who had survived extinction along with him, held the key to starting life on earth again.

He was excited. His spaceship had an advance laboratory where he could collect the microbes taken out from his body and nourish them in test-tubes, before releasing them into the natural habitat of earth. The microbes will multiply, reproduce, and finally undergo evolution. Over time, these microbes will evolve into multicellular organisms, then into simple species like worms, into complex species like fish, birds, dinosaurs, and may be one day into human beings. 

“That’s how life had started on earth, and that’s how it will start again’” he resolved.

Working enthusiastically over the next few days, he collected samples from his body fluids like saliva, bloodstream and urine containing different types of microbes, and preserved in test-tubes. He put the microbes in fluids rich in nourishment, rich in carbon, hydrogen and amino acids. Then he spread the nourished microbes in as many places as he could, in water in the lake, in soil, in the sea.


A few months passed. He was standing by the side of a lake where he had infused a dose of microbes. Suddenly he noticed something. There was something greenish floating on the surface.

“Algae,” he shouted in surprise and joy. The microbes had evolved into algae, a superior form of life.  Life was back on earth.

Algae
He was surprised how the evolution had taken place so fast? Within a few months. Then he realized that the changes in earth’s speed of rotation had changed the rules of evolution, making it much faster than it used to be.  Now the evolution of species would be much faster, may be a million times faster than earlier.

Soon the algae would evolve into more complex species. Soon grass will grow, tress will cover the earth, birds will fly, primates will walk on their legs, and soon he may see images of himself walking on earth, hunting, eating, reproducing, venturing into and spreading over newer and newer continents.

Evolution of species

And with the extra-ordinary pace of evolution that was expected, he might be able see a lot of this happening over his own lifetime, another 50 or 60 years.

He threw away the morphine injections. He now had a purpose for his life. He wanted to live.  To see life, whose seeds he had sown, grow on earth again.

He had played Adam even without an eve. Life was back on earth.


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रोटी !

It’s the food which makes people toil in fields, offices, factories and behind glass-cabins. It’s the food over which wars are fought. It’s the food over which revolutions erupt and Czars get killed. It’s the food which connects us to God....



रोटी की चाहत में ही पहाड़ चढ़े जाते हैं,
रोटी की चाहत में ही युद्ध लड़े जाते हैं ।


रोटी के झगड़े में ही ताज लुढ़क जाते हैं,
रोटी की ताकत से ही तख्त पलट जाते हैं ।



रोटी की माया से ही महल खड़े होते हैं ,
रोटी की छाया में ही स्वप्न बड़े होते हैं ।


रोटी की गरमी से कुछ हृदय पिघल जाते हैं,
रोटी के मिलने से कुछ भाग्य बदल जाते हैं ।


रोटी की राहों पर कुछ दोस्त बिछ्ड़ जाते हैं,
रोटी की चाहों पर कुछ स्वप्न बिखर जाते हैं ।


रोटी की माया पर कुछ ग्रंथ पढ़े जाते हैं,
रोटी की महिमा पर कुछ काव्य गढ़े जाते हैं ।


रोटी के आटे से माँ के हाथ सने रहते हैं,
रोटी की छाया में ही परिवार बने रहते हैं ।



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Library!


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As usual, I fell asleep with the book resting on my chest. It happens every night. When I wish to get some sleep, I get a book with me to bed. A good book makes me forget my stress, relaxes my mind and the sleeps sets in quickly. A bad, boring book brings the sleep even faster.

Little did I know that sleeping with a book on my chest will bring me a weird experience tonight.

I was deep into my sleep when suddenly I found myself walking; walking in my dream to a building looking like a library. The board in the front said ‘Your Library’. “That’s a weird name for a library,” I thought, and entered through a big glass door.

To my surprise, I found nobody inside. No staff, no readers.

The library looked a little different. The shelves bore labels like ‘1978’, ‘1985’, ‘1990’, instead of the familiar labels like ‘Fiction’, ‘Self Help’, ‘Cookery’ etc.

I walked to the biggest shelf and stood there. A shelf full of slim hardcover books, with smooth and colorful prints. I took out one. A chill went down my spine. This was the same  book of rhymes which I had possessed and read in my kindergarten. My very own book with my name scribbled on it in shaky handwriting on the front page. I opened the first page. The words ‘Twinkle, twinkle little star…’ stared at me. All in large coloured font. The page was full with pictures of stars- some printed and some drawn by me with my own hands, some with pencil and some with crayons. I had made a smiling face in some of the stars with a pencil, may be on a particular day when I was too happy upon being praised by my teacher. I checked on some other books. One was ‘Alphabet-Book’, another ‘Numbers-Book’ and another was full with sketches for me to colour.  


I understood. I was in a library where all the books I had read in my life were preserved, neatly stacked in chronological sequence,  year wise from 1978 to 2014. Fate had brought me into this library. Each and every book which I had read in my life was archived there- the same original copies which I had possessed once upon a time.

I started reading again ‘Jingle bells…’ and ‘twinkle twinkle’ with joy in my voice till I reached up to last page.

I move to the next shelf labeled 1980 and saw my primary school textbooks. The English Reader, with stories of William Tell, the Hindi textbook containing stories of Dhruva and Shravan Kumar. I noticed the corners of the pages- some were torn, some twisted, and some missing.

I started reading the first page of Hindi textbook. It contained a poem in the praise of God- ‘Eesh Vinay’. I started reading the word ‘Jisane sooraj chaand Banaya, Jisne taaron ko chamakaya….’ till my eyes filled with tears.

While reading the tale ‘The Thirsty Crow’, I thought, “Did I really understand this story then? Do I understand it now any better?” I did not have the answer.

The 1980's shelf contained some comics too- Amar Chitra Katha, Indrajaal Comics and Chacha Chaudhary. I pulled out an Amar Chitra Katha and started reading what uncle Pai had to say to me thirty years ago. Reading about the virtues of truthfulness, honesty, sacrifice and tolerance, I wondered if uncle Pai’s teachings had made me a better human being or disadvantaged me undermining my survival skills in this jungle of a world. I had always thought “The righteous always wins at the end, like Phantom and Mandrake do”. However, I didn’t know if I would still believe so, after reading again the 30 page comic now.





Moving towards the shelves labelled 1990’s, I saw my middle and high school textbooks. These were in better condition, indicating that these were read sparsely, especially the Mathematics textbook; though the paperbacks containing tales of adventure, love and deceit were in bad shape, having been read many times under the blanket.

The next shelf had thick hardcover books, mostly written by foreign authors in incomprehensible language. I understood…. my college textbooks. These books were  ‘seasonal reads’, read only twice a year just before semester exams.

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The Basic Electrical Engineering book had a rose in it, given to me by her, and now dried and flattened. She used to pass me a rose in the Electrical Engineering class. And I always waited for it to come from the other side of the classroom. True that it interfered with my comprehension of transformers and motors, but that’s how it was.

These were the books I hadn’t taken seriously even then, so there was no question of taking  then seriously now.  So I moved ahead.

The 20XX labeled shelves had some management and self help books. The ones which I had bought with enthusiasm in the initial years of my career. These were bought with my own money, but had never been read properly, nor were the learnings implemented. Interestingly, there weren’t many books there. “This is when I started losing touch with books, and getting more and more into Facebook,” I reminded myself.

Coming to the shelf labeled 2014, I found it almost empty with an ipad and kindle lying in one corner.  I remembered the half-read e-books in ipad, with the reading terminated by my bestial urge to update my Facebook  status nineteenth times a day or  publish 500 tweets in a day for the benefit of humanity.

“I wonder how I call myself a well-read person”, I thought.

The reality dawned on me. My library was getting emptier and emptier.

And I was not sure if I had really understood well what I had read in the books I possessed in my life ever. I wondered “Will I be able to understand them better if I read again now? 

I did not have the answer.

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