Science fiction. The blackmail!

 

Science fiction. The blackmail!

It is 08:00 pm and the city where I live is beginning to get louder, because in 2075, life and every life related activity does not follow any time table. In 2075 every city is transformed into a place where everyone is working anytime and everytime, because this is the city of people who sleep less, wake up often; and then ride the waves of time. To accomplish everything of something; and in this quest they often get caught in the struggle between being the person whom they have forgotten and satisfying the needs of the person who they are evolving into. 

When they are asleep they dream of the person who they used to be, and when they are awake they spend the day working. While trying extremely hard to recall the person they had been dreaming about. And this stress leads them into a mental state where a juxtaposed sequence of reality is always kissing a dream. Whereas in actuality the dream is the reality that they have been trying to recognise, but fail!

Because in this city only one rule is followed by everybody : Live while you can because when you die, you cannot live anymore!

It is a beautiful way to lead a happy life. It becomes a part of a city where everyone has witnessed war for 30 years, and a generation of men and women, including children, has lost the perception of reality about their own, and true existence. So, they are left with only one choice, to dream about it. Because when they are asleep their subconscious existence reminds them of the beautiful reality they were a part of once. Alas when they wake up they assume new personalities. It is a survival instinct developed by them over time. Because when you live in a city that has witnessed war for 30 years, you have to trick your mind into believing that everything is normal, everything is fine, and force yourself to hope that when you return home in the evening, perhaps everybody will still be there- Everyone you know!

So, this city begins to blackmail you. It wants you to believe that the person you are now, is who you have always been. But that is not true! Because I have known myself as a carefree and at times wanton kid, who used to climb mountains and trees fearlessly, with bruised fingers and arms. However, those bruises were superficial, because they were caused by playful acts of childhood.

But the bruises begotten by war cut deep, and they do not pain the epidermis, they ache the heart. They add a beat of weariness to the beating heart- The somehow and still beating heart! And it is then you miss the person you once were. And when you are reminded of him/her you begin to miss him/her. 

And here is what makes this experience utterly painful. When you walk through the streets and you cross the parks, you do not see children climbing trees, kicking the fascinations of childhood with innocence and playful attitude. And at these moments when your memory, your old childhood memory accompanies you on these streets and parks; you witness a sad dichotomy. Branches waiting for the intelligent versions of chimps to climb them and steal the hanging and ripened fruit that is about to fall and go to waste forever. The mowed grass blades wait to be trampled by the tiny feet of children to create impressions of a young and fearless age. That is witnessing growth and wants to grow happily and freely. And carry these memories as reminders of beautiful childhood and playful jostling with anything that intercepted these acts of complete innocence. Where you indulge in the child within you. Nothing else, nothing at all! Unfortunately, the Piedpiper has entered the city. And this time he is not leading these children to an unknown and a lifeless place. His goal is to extract their spirits and lead them into the land of absolute latency where these pure spirits will be rendered diabolical by a simple act: To somehow prevent them from climbing these branches and pluck the ripe fruits waiting for them to grab them.

And when this happens the city becomes endlessly busy and it inflicts an incremental belligerence into the very soul of its own future. That now shall never be witnessed by anybody in this city. Because the city is too busy experiencing the present, to the extent that it has no time to think about the future. Let alone invest in the future. And a common sign to identify a city that has attained this state, is the rotting fruits lying on the ground. And the sadly dropping branches that waited for the children of the city to climb them and steal the ripe fruit. Alas they found the Piedpiper's deceptive lure more enticing and they followed him to the lifeless place where only one thing is guaranteed; complete latency!

And when you witness a city with this sign, you be sure that the city will blackmail you into believing that whatever you are experiencing is the reality and this is how it ought to be. Because this is how it has always been!

But the memory of the child in you, defies it and does not want to accept it as the reality. Because on the silent streets, where you just hear men and women working, toiling ceaselessly, you miss the pointless and loud screams of children in their playful enthusiasm calling at their friends, who would plan to steal the ripe fruit from the branch of the tree- The irresistible attraction of the fruit growing on a tree of justified temptation. 

I believe only Adam and Eve can understand it and those men and women who as children did not follow the Piedpiper but chose to pluck the ripe fruits. But I understand it too, because I believe I am the descendant of Adam and Eve; and I have their genetic memory embedded in me. So, when this memory of my primordial and youthful existence summons me on these streets, it openly pronounces, “you are living in an unreal world!” And then once again I am compelled to believe the city is blackmailing me and everyone else to believe in what is not real. And you commit the sin of stealing the fruit that was not waiting for you but it stood there just waiting to ripen. And it is then, you fall and you fall prey to a blackmailing city that wants you to believe in the unreal and unrealistic.

And now your new mental conditioning ushers you into a state of rush, where, with robotic steps you begin to believe in the unreal and you get busy in the toils and tasks assigned to you. You become the silent victim of routine. And by the time you have slept, your mind too begins to forget the memory of the past, because now you dream of new dreams, dreams that invent a realistic perception about a false reality. 

And one fine day when you wake up, you no longer feel the city is blackmailing you. And when this happens, you have accepted the war that has been going on for 30 years within you and your surroundings, as the only possible reality. Sadly, then you have been blackmailed successfully and brainwashed with perfection to believe in what is not true. 

Just like the sky, which appears to be blue, but in reality it is colourless, blue is not the colour of the sky. This is what happens to you at this stage. And then there comes a point where even the sky begins to believe it is always blue. When you acquire this misinterpreted belief, you have been conquered by the city and you have accepted its blackmailing nature as the new normal in the daily routine of your life.

This is the city where I and my people live. They all appear to have entered this state and accepted it as a reality too. But for whatever reason, the city somehow has not been able to blackmail me enough; and maybe it is because I have a brain that refuses to be washed. Because apart from clothes, the human body ..... No, let me be direct and not be caught in unnecessary modesty and beat around the bush. Any physical or outwardly exposed thing that comes in contact with air should actually be washed and cleaned. Only if humans are using it.

But as far as the brain is concerned it should be left untouched to thrive in its original form. Because if you wash it, you will lose so many memories, so many emotions, so many feelings. It will be a washed brain that is desperate to look new and feel new. But isn't that counterproductive, because without experiencing old, or without realising what is old, how can anything or anybody feel or experience something new. 

Maybe that is why many people I meet tell me that my mind is primitive, it is unwashed. I look at them and I smile; and I just respond with a question, “who washes the flower and yet it looks so clean? Whose act is it if you may please explain it to me?”

They stare at me and for a moment, a very brief moment, this remark transports them into their old days, their childhood days, where the memory of hanging on to the branch of tree and jumping to the ground just for the sake of it, just for the fun of it, teases them quietly. And they somehow silence its mocking uprising within them. And with feeble steps they walk away. 

They walk away to dream of new dreams where reality is represented in a form that is not real. And the city artfully blackmails them at these moments, to force this change seeking uprising in their washed brains into silence, into the misbelief that everything is fine. Because they want to wake up the coming morning, and while sipping their customary hot cup of tea, they want their every sip of tea to convince them everything is fine, everything has always been the same. Because my memory of drinking hot tea is as old as me. And that is what the city that blackmails you is dexterous at. It lets you remember the memories that testify in favour of this false reality. 

And it washes away memories that would otherwise tell you, the tea was served in elegant copper jars, with burning amber in a tube, with wafts of aroma that did not only taste unique, it invigorated the sleeping mind, it stirred the sleeping conscience, and most important of all it awakened the universe of vitality , the world of grand dreams within you. And it generated within you the valour and vitality of a true seeker of knowledge, who is in pursuit of real happiness. It awakened the best in you and you felt a rush of infectious energy that I have always felt in Americans and Germans too. A force of vitality that is so inspiring that you cannot ignore it. That is, if you are someone who loves and believes in science and believes in being among the stars. This is the energy that shall lead us there. Unafraid and uncompromising energy!

But you do not feel any of this. Do you?

Be honest, not to me, for once in your life be honest to your own self. Do you feel the rush within you that is infectious and inspiring, that makes you believe you can climb 1000 Mount Everests? Do you?

Because sipping hot sips of tea is a sign that you are leading a normal life. A routine life, but what about the grand life filled with endless prospects of your children, our children, the future of our beautiful city and our great country we all know as India? Do they feel the rush, the pace, and the drive to claim every star in the universe like a ripe fruit that is waiting to be plucked by the children who are brave enough and innocently mischievous enough as well? If they do not, then you are drinking ordinary tea, and your city is blackmailing you into believing this is where all dreams end, this is the highest point a human civilisation can achieve. 

But it is not true, because the city I live in has the potential to be a city of stars, a city of endless dreams, a city bursting with passions, a city of vigour and endless hopes. Where climbing trees or playing childhood games is not prohibited but encouraged. Because only then you will be able to dream the dream of reality that is not false.

And today, I have decided to not let it blackmail me, I have decided not to let it wash my brain, because I like my brain in its original form. Unwashed and pure form. And being clean does not guarantee purity. Purity is about originality, whereas clean is just a visual effect.  

A mind in its original form should grow without sacrificing the old. Because this is the only right way to grow. If that were not the case then height would not have existed as one of the measurable units. 

Why?

For one basic reason. If growth means to discard the old and accept the new, then how can one grow, how can one achieve height? It is not possible. To achieve height, you need to stack old over the new, then when the new becomes old, you need to place the next block of new ideas and thoughts over it, and thus you grow and gain height. You do not only become tall, you gain height from where you can easily reach for the stars, because your head is already among them now. If I may use the raw phrase, “your unwashed and ever growing brain is among the stars now. It retains the old while accepting the new, and in its highest form of evolution, it blends old with new and creates what is even envied by the Gods. The perfect cocktail of success, where old perfectly blends with the new. Almost like sugar in milk. It sweetens the milk, while not distorting any of its other properties. It makes it sweet and more appetising. And India and my city is like milk, all it needs is a few sugar cubes and enough stirring to sweeten it a bit. Just a little bit.”

But sadly, the city I live in blackmails me to believe that children should not play, they should not climb trees, they should not be carefree, because they are beasts and not the sugar cubes, who need to be tamed in a cage of discipline, where the cub in them, never matures into a fully grown lion or lioness. It just stays in this state of singularity where the normal pulse of life is measured by sipping hot tea every morning and believing everything is fine, because I was not meant to be a lion, as I was not born to be one. And it is then the greatest tragedy of life takes place, a lion that never dares to grow larger than the shadow of the cub, who has been tamed inside the cage to believe in the reality of the cage. Which I call, cage reality. And when a city blackmails you effectively, you accept the cage as the universe and its rules as customs and traditions. With the ringmaster of the cage as your only known form of God.

But God is omnipresent yet unseen, and that proves God does not approve of cage reality. God believes in reality that feeds on freedom and the belief that cages are meant to be broken so that reality can breathe free and grow in beautiful forms. Just like the world, where God’s omnipresence manifests itself in the form of loving human beings, beautiful flowers, singing birds,  happily flowing brooks, ah, it can be a never ending list of beauty. That is why God never wanted to be contained in a single form. God enjoys being everybody. Yet, when it comes to humans as individuals God has no objection whatsoever to being just my God . Who is happy to reside in my version of grandeur and graciousness. That I assign to the belief and faith that resides in me, and I name it after the God I believe in and I so fondly refer to as: My God!

And a city that blackmails me tries to alienate me from this belief. It wants me to believe freedom is all and everything about caged reality. Na, not at all!

It was with this realisation, I sat on a bench somewhere in a crowded street, and a person sat next to me and said,

“I am an alien. From a very distant place, a far off planet in a different galaxy. Where we live with the stars. Let us travel there and let me show you the highest realm of the universe where human wishes and desires find a perfect oneness with the universe around us. Because there you do not dream, you live in a constant state of reality, where the reality is not a variable, it is a constant state of bliss. Because we know exactly when a star will die, when it will be reborn, when your realm will end forever, when a new one to replace it will emerge, when a galaxy as magnificent as the milky way will be reduced to a grain of dust….. Almost everything. We know the mind of the universe and it wants us to know about it. The chosen ones, who dwell in the realm of the Gods and above the stars. 

And I want to show you that world. Because you refuse to be blackmailed, you refuse to be brainwashed, you only want to believe in what is real and what is justified by the conscience of the universe. 

Many in your world believe the universe has no mind, they are fools! Because it has a mind of infinite galaxies, and every thinking life form that exists in the universe is what feeds the quantum of its powerful and constantly growing mind. A conscience so grand and so infinite that it can tell you exactly which planet, in which part of the universe, is about to die or about to be born. And the mind of the universe does not make mistakes. Because mistakes can kill, and killers make mistakes too. But that is the beauty of the universe, it does not make mistakes, and it is not a killer.

It rewards those who seek its true mind, and who seek real science for the better understanding of this mind and for making human lives better and less agonising. 

I live there, there with the Gods, and we have seen your world grow from a grain into a planet, and we also know when it will end. Then when the daylight will last longer and the Sun will shine brighter, the night will lose its association with sleep and restfulness, because you will be living in a city that is busy blackmailing you everytime and everyone. Then, that will be the end of it all. End of this bench and the entire gravity around it, and nothing else. The universe will still exist, I will still exist, the mind of the universe will still exist and it will be far more intelligent at that stage. To the extent that it will not need another Big Bang to generate life. It will need just its desire to wish for its creation and the universe will emerge, by the waking thought in the mind of the universe.

You see, the universe too gets old, its mind grows and its conscience becomes far more refined as it ages, but with the universe aging has nothing to do with getting old. Because the universe ages to grow in terms of its conscience and scientific awareness of whatever exists within it, unlike humans. Who sometimes forget that they exist within the universe, not outside it, because outside the universe, there is space too, but that space is empty, there is no gravity, there is no light, and obviously there is no time as well. It is the true definition of nothingness. There too you will find the conscience of the universe, it is its playground to test and trial new Big Bangs and new creations. And this space called nothingness feeds a part of its mind, that has nothing to do with the mind that manages the primary universe.

And nobody will ever enter this realm of emptiness. It belongs solely to the mind of the universe. Anybody who wishes to cross the limit of the universe and breach into this emptiness, will be dealing with forces that you cannot even imagine. Because every intelligent life form that exists within the universe exists only in realms that you call verses. You can travel between these verses, not via wormholes. But only when you have understood the architect of the universe, deployed by the mind of the universe, the Gravity. There is nothing like a worm hole, that is a distortion of reality, that is all I have to say about it. It is all about gravity, the sole companion of the Gods that can be weaponised when need arises.

The ultimate force in the universe is gravity. The force that only serves the mind of the universe. It is predefined and it exists like a network across the universe, only when the mind of the universe feels that an intelligent life form is crossing its limits, it can be manipulated by the mind of the universe to unleash terror that you cannot even comprehend. But, I mentioned above that Universe is not a killer and it does not make mistakes, because the balance of the universe cannot afford to pay the price paid for mistakes. Being gracious by design, it lets intelligent life form thrive and grow, but few of these intelligent life forms sometimes cross the barriers and they commit mistakes, and to restore the balance of the universe the perpetrators have to pay for their mistakes. It is very straightforward and simple!

And it is at these occasions the Universe weaponises gravity. It can be so powerful that it can shrink a planet like Saturn into a dust particle just in a matter of seconds. But that is rare, because then the mind of the universe has to fine tune a lot of other related assets in the universe. Trajectories, orbits, planets, stars……. It is endless, and it is not only about restoring, everything has to be restored in exact proportion as is needed to fulfill the need of the network of gravity that has been disrupted by this premature event. Because if it is not done, the dark matter will escape to other spaces and when that happens, the universe will return to its primordial state. And then the mind of the universe will be forced to destroy everything, in order to create everything from the beginning.

It is only in case of such an event, the space called nothingness, becomes important. And when the Big Bang took place, the mind of the universe was forced to destroy everything and contemplate a new creation.

So, tell me if you want to travel to this world, my world? Don't ask me how. Just wish, and it shall be so!”

I looked at the alien and without making the alien wait I said,

“You stay with me instead and you leave only when I want you to! Then we can travel to your planet, and I am excited to witness it in its splendour.

The alien looked at me and replied,

“If that is your wish it will be so! Because I am here to fulfill the desire of the universe’s mind and for some reason it is on your side. We call it the fascination of the universe’s mind. And for this there are causes and reasons only known to the mind of the universe and nobody else.”

To know what the alien has been sharing with me, refer to the science fiction novel, They Loved in 2075. It is a science fiction with lot of romance. Where the alien feels humans will have to re-establish core human feelings and social reforms if they want to survive a mechanical lifestyle in 2075. Because the alien fears that the humans might lose their ability to love and feel in 2075.

For limitless thrill, endless excitement, technological brilliance, and romance that will make you fall in love, explore the science fiction novel, They Loved in 2075!