Roaming in Rome

“Panale Panale”, sounded like Eureka -Eureka. In fact the ticket inspector was asking for a penalty of 50 € as I had forgotten to activate my train ticket before boarding while travelling from Rome airport to the main city of Rome. My first impression about Rome came out as a statement which I was muttering to myself - that is, I would definitely not love Bombay while I was staying in Braunschweig. Rome is no different than Bombay if you compare crimes. The people will try to cheat you all the time. For first few days I was kind of scared and having difficulty in coping with. Apart of my initial fear I encountered some facts which general people generally ignore.

Let me first ask you a question, what do you do when a beggar begs? I usually don’t give them anything. Of course I have a philosophy about this. If I give them money, statistically speaking, the mafia people will earn more from begging business and they will employ more people in begging. Therefore, it is a crime against potential beggars if I give money to current beggars. But still it’s no crime to look at them.

A very usual sight among beggars is to find people without fingers. It seems very convincing that they are disabled and really need help. I think it is easy for most of us to guess that their fingers have been chopped off in order to make them fit for begging but what about a woman having her nose chopped off? She must have been a beautiful woman, even if no more, somehow subjected to prostitution. At some point of time she planned an escape, she might have found somebody with whom she could have escaped but, unluckily, she was caught and finally landed with such an unfortunate fate. May be she entered prostitution just for easy money and later on wanted to leave. But there are definitely some people who are innocent but still get punished for the crimes which they never did. I am talking about an infant who was continuously being bitten by its own mother so that she could make it cry and earn sympathy and, in turn, money. Perhaps the brutality of crimes committed against humans was not enough for my eyes. God wanted me to see more. There were these two puppies who were sitting with their owner lady. This was again a gesture to make money. The very next day, the puppies were lying down on the floor. I can bet that they hadn’t eaten anything for a week, while that lady, albeit gloomy, was healthy.

This article doesn’t need a conclusion but thinking, just thinking, not any more, because we are not capable of doing anything.

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Two Rabbits

Like always one rabbit was being chased and other was the chaser. Initially , the distance between the two rabbits was pretty small. The chaser was about to suceed but suddenly the the chasee sped up and made a safe distance then she stopped. Her eyes tilted a bit, only a bit so that the chaser couldn't noticed it. Then she started breathing heavily as if she was tired. Then the chaser rabbit restarted towards and almost reached her but he had to be dissappointed. As soon as he reached her, she regained her breaths and sped up again and again made an appropriate distance. Then he and she both stopped, one with disappointment and other was again out of breath. The distance between them oscillate several times. Then the chaser rabbit ran and stopped but this time he maintained some distance. The lady could still see him. Then he increased his distance with her gradually. Finally the distance bezween them was long enough and the lady couldn't see the he-rabbit anymore. Then she turned, looked around for a while and she simply proceeded. But our clever chaser rabbit had not given up. He took another pathway and suddenly appaered infront of her. The sudden change of the situation left nothing to be done and he grabbed her but superisingly she didn't resist. I don't belive that she was already tired enough to resist. The story afterward can be read on erotics literature sites. Rajnish will tell more about those sites ;). The question is why she didn't resist. what was her purpose in letting him wait so long and letting him put so much efforts. May be kamlesh know the answers ;).

Just keep running. :D

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After My Death

My life was quite boring and uneventful but I never expected that what I am going to see after my death. I remember the day when it pained severely around my stomach. I never knew the reason of the pain but when it started dimming it felt like that I was getting lighter. For a moment I couldn’t see anything.

It was not entirely clear that whether the pain was infinite or zero. Everything was either entirely bright enough to appreciate any resolution or everything was dark like unending night.

I was quite unsure at that time about my survival. I just remembered the tomato soup served to me in the university canteen at Manchester. It was delicious. The scene around me changed. I was in the canteen helping myself with the soup. It was really delicious.

There was a blonde girl sitting with another boy. She was really pretty. I wanted her in my room. I never had sex with a girl in my whole life, although I am a regular masturbator.

The scene around me reformed itself and she was with me in my room. She was looking beautiful in her red gown and with her red lips. I wanted to see her naked. She undressed slowly to complete nakedness and I came. I was ashamed and everything restarted. She became naked, I became naked, we kissed each other and I came. Repeat…. We were together on bed and I masturbated. Forget it…. It’s not going to work. I am only good with lasers. I have to do injection current experiments. I have to generate ac injection current in asymmetric and coupled quantum wells.

I was in my lab, my heaven, the place of my worship. I started the laser. The laser usually takes one hour to deliver stable laser output. So I went to my office and started some music on youtube. I think it was ‘break the ice’ by Britney Spears. After one hour I returned to the lab, unblocked the laser, measured the Terahertz signal, no need for maximization, it was on its all-time-great values 7mV. Then I installed the pockel-cell for switching between left and right circular polarization of light. And I had a perfect circular polarization of light and I measured some injection current in 11-14nm quantum well and went to Mark to discuss the results.

First comment from Mark was, „It is very nice signal.” After a while we concluded that it is a background signal. This fucking background signal is killing me.

Ok! Leave it. I want to see ‘Pirates of Caribbean’. I want to be Captain Jack Sparrow. The scene around me took a swift flick and I was on my own black pearl. The blue sea and blue sky were competing for the blue at the blue horizon. A small little girl was singing melodious pirates’ song. I didn’t have any idea that how long I was travelling. It seemed like ages. Or maybe my sense which sense passing time was confused or disabled. It was quite boring. My mind was empty.

For spite of moment I couldn’t think anything. What was happening to me? I remembered that there was a pain in my stomach, the tomato soup, the girl in red, injection current, Captain Jack.

I am certainly dead. The things taking form around me is just an illusion created by my own mind. Hang on! My mind! How could it be? How could my mind exist if I am dead? Ok! That means mind is not the part of body. Oh shit! I am in unending trap of illusions created by my own mind. I have to get out of it. How to do that? Ok! The point is I have to get out of here but from where to where?

The sea and the sky persisted with that horrible pirates’ song being sung by couple of ugly witches. I was afraid. The blue sea turned into a sea of blood. The ship started looking bizarre. The ugly witches started chasing me combining a vicious dance to their chase. I was running away from them. I fell. I couldn’t move. Everything was still. I was certainly going to die. Ok! It’s my mind. I can control it. I can change everything. I am the God in here. Change it to what? Go fast buddy else you shall be killed. Ok! Change it to some historical event. Ok! What event. Ok! Let become disciple of Lord Buddha.

Dense green wood was all around. I was the monk in saffron. The surrounding was being enchanted with ‘Budhham Sarnam Gachami’. We all were going to see our lord.

He was sitting under a thick banyan tree. It was peaceful environment. I just sat near his feet. The only desire in heart was to remain there forever. I wanted him to step over my heart. I wanted to get submerged in him. He suddenly opened his eyes. We all were looking at him.

He spoke,” It is important to know that what exactly is going round here. Try to realize the reality. Unless you do that you can’t be free.”

What’s reality? I am dead. I have to get out of here but to where? Ok! Use my knowledge to analyze the situation.

It is five layered stacked system: - body, energy, mind, intelligence and soul. I have already lost my body and energy. This fucking mind is playing games with me. So after this mind there is my intelligence. That is the thing which can control the mind and finally I have to reach my soul. My soul lies outside this Universe. I have to find a way out of the Universe. Ok! Where could be this way out? Ah! Ya! It’s through black-holes. Where I can find it? Ok! Every galaxy has a black-hole in its center.

Ok! Let’s fly towards the center! I headed high in the sky. In a matter of moment I was passing near the mighty red Jupiter. I left the solar system far behind. It usually takes several minutes for a light photon to travel this much distance but I did it only in a moment. I was nearing to the black-hole. It had immense attraction. I felt its attraction on myself. I was being sucked by the black-hole. I was at event-horizon. It was immensely bright inside there. It seemed that I was seeing freeze photons. The point was that what was the thing which I was using to see? I didn’t have body so I didn’t have eyes. It might be some extra perception sense. But what I was seeing was really beautiful. I went deeper. The photons were joined to form some kind of silvery plasma which turned golden when I moved deeper. At this point the attraction was so high that I couldn’t resist my fall in that golden fluid. For a spite of moment I lost my mind and then I projected with immense velocity on the other side of the black-hole. Everything was quite flat. Very slowly I recognized that I was lacking one dimension out of three dimensions. I was in two-dimensional world. Passing through the black-hole didn’t help me in getting out of the Universe but I got stuck with another clumsier Universe. The planets were flat. I was just wondering that what kinds of creatures were living there. When I reached a planet I saw that people could only live on the circumference of the planet. This world was quite unusual.

I sped back towards the black-hole. What was the dimension of the black-hole? It is small enough to have any dimension. Everything was quite hazy inside it. I remembered that there was a moment for which I lost my mind. I might have to stay at that position. I lost my mind again and the black-hole spat me out in some other Universe with different physical laws. This time this was the world without friction. Everything was homogeneously mixed with each other. I passed the black-hole several time but couldn’t stay at the particular point of desire. I wanted to return on the earth. Therefore, I passed the black-hole several more times to find the Universe I belonged but couldn’t make it.

I was terrified. I could never be able to see my world again. It was so nice on the Earth, the mountains, the woods, the rivers.

The scene around me changed again. I was on the Himalayan peaks. For the moment I felt relieved and then a surge of depression ran through me. It was all imagination. I just sat on a rock and started weeping. Oh God! How can I even be able to get out of this imaginary world?

YOU ALREADY KNOW IT. WHY ASKING ME.

After that I knew what I had to do.

I made an imaginary structure of God, a human form. We sat in front of each other. I closed my eyes. I felt that something from his body was coming to my heart. My body started emitting some light photons. Slowly, I was losing my existence. I was becoming more and more dispersed. I was becoming him. I was losing my own identity. I wrote this before I completely lost.

Photon

A light photon started from a very distant star. He was completely unaware of its destination. He was very happy. He was interacting with his surroundings. Moving with speed of c, the ultimate speed which is possible in this universe, the photon was very glad. He was the best, the finest particle in the world. He thanked to God. Oh God! You are too kind. You made the best.

He travelled millions of light years with his happy thoughts. Suddenly, he saw an atom who was looking for a photon or maybe not. Her electron was in ground state. She seems to be very stable and undoubtedly was very beautiful. She is made for me. I have to meet her. I have to excite her. I have been created for her. I have been created so that I could excite her. The photon tried to get to her. What the f? I can’t change my direction. I never knew that. Hey God! What’s happening? Why did you made me so incompetent. Is this a life you wanted to offer me? I was supposed to be the best. I was supposed to be capable of doing everything. Why can’t I meet that atom?

I am not perfect. I am the fastest because I am supposed to be like that. I am going where I am supposed to go. Everything is based on equations. God is senseless. He is like machine. He can’t be kind.

I am destined to somewhere. Where I am going? How long I have been travelling? Where is that place I started at? I can’t see it. I can’t see my past or future. I am bound to present but I can’t think of it because I am too busy with other two. I have no significance in this huge Universe. Oh God! I want to go to that atom. I know you can’t hear me. You are an absolute deaf.

He was very sad. Now, he understood the situation. Now, he compromised with life. He travelled several light years more. Suddenly, he saw an atom exactly in his path. She was also in ground state. She was really beautiful.

Ok! Now I understand. Everybody's destination is fixed. She is made for me.

The atom was also very anxious to meet him. Finally they met. Long cherished desire was fulfilled. No initial identities remained. The resultant was completely new. After time T, the atom felt high instability and they broke up. The photon was new and going in completely new direction.

Why we met if we had to depart? I think this was an atomic process. Shit! Well! Ok! Got it! J

Travel continued…            

Art of writting Story

Writing a story is the most difficult art among literatures. Unlike articles it needs an end rather than a conclusion. Unlike poem it should have a flow and relations of consequences rather than a steady description. Story is a unification of the world inside and the world outside. We select characters, incidents and environments from our surroundings and modify them in shape of a story, a true story in our imaginary world.
For example, suppose I am travelling in a train. See outside the window. What do you see there? A small village with few tatchy huts. A woman is washing her cloths in pond. Buffalos are in fields feeding themselves. There are so many black buffalos. There is a boy among them, let say Gopi, common name for the village boy, dark complexion, very few cloths on his body. He is carrying a stick in his hand. Perhaps he is a shepherd. His father is a poor man. He can’t afford his education. There is a school in his village near the banyan tree. This is a government school and children are supposed to get free education here, therefore, getting education couldn’t be a problem for the boy. Then the question is why this boy does not go to school. Like me he also doesn’t like reading. But he has different idea. He thinks that if he studies then he can spend his life with ease and luxury. There is a difference between him and me. Unlike me, he had born in a poor family. He has suffered with scarcity which I didn’t. He attributes his misery to the illiteracy of his parents and therefore, he doesn’t want to remain illiterate. Nice thinking but the problem is there is no teacher in that school. The old master of that school died last year. After that there is no one to take care of the school except the daughter of the old master. Her name was Parvati. Normally, parents name their child on the name of divine personalities. She is a beautiful young girl, very shy in nature, fair complexion (writer specific description). She was taught by her father. After her father she wanted the job of teacher at that school but the head of the village prohibited her from getting that job because in his opinion girls should not be allowed to work.
Like every morning Gopi came to parvati house to collect her buffalos so that he can take them to field. This was his job. Gopi knew that Parvati was educated and she could teach him but he never asked her for it. But today he will ask her to teach him and he did. For Parvati it was like her dream come true. She always wanted to be like her father and today the opportunity was on her door. Time was scheduled that every evening she would give Gopi a private tuition.
Now, Gopi was good in reading letters. He could read sentences. There is a road which connects the village to the nearby town. Every day, many buses pass through the road. There is something written on the back side of that bus. Yes it is “Horn Please“. Gopi could read it. He shouted these words with his full strength. A surprised-face sags on him. He was the head of village that was just passing by. Gopi shuddered with fear and amusement broke off. Sorry, it was the sentence written on the rear of bus.
Parvati was death sentenced. Today, she will be attributed to the holly fire for the sin she has committed.
Now, I don’t have any intention to linger this story. Since, I am a citizen of a developing country which is struggling with lots of troubles; therefore, I am not supposed to give the story a happy ending. So you see ends are important. Well no doubt these days’ women are not being subjected to fires. These are the story of pre-independence days. I wove a story out of scenes from a small window of train. Now, come inside the train. There are so many unauthorized passengers who don’t have reservation to sit in this boggy but they are here. Every day these people use to travel on this train. This is like their home. In fact I am a guest in their home. And I can’t challenge them in their home. That middle aged man sitting just in front of me is an officer in old secretariat in Patna. He is an influential man. Every person in the train is trying to appease him. Every day he uses to go to the secretariat at 11:00 a.m. Lots of people meet him every day in his office in regard of their business. They offer hell amount of money for their work. Yes, I am talking about bribe. This gentle man accept bribe, a real villain for the people like us. But sometimes we also need to bribe to get our work done. We abuse the system but never tried to refine it. Everybody needs Mahatma Gandhi and Bhagat singh for their ideology but do not dare to be one of them. Now have a look on the ideology of this officer. Every person is doing wrong things to survive. This is inherent in our system. I have three daughters ready for the marriage. And every marriage is going to cost me at least 10 lac rupees. From where can I get this hell amount of money? What can I do? Now at this point one must think what is wrong and what is right.
Any way I leave this story unfinished at this point. Some story should be left unfinished. Now, look outside the window. There is a dog in the street trying to get his food from wastes. I had a pet dog too, jet black, thin, fast like hell, ferocious and always ready to fight other dogs. My neighbor also had a dog, German shepherd, big, tiger look. He always wanted a combat of two dogs. But my father never allowed one. One day I was walking with my dog. Sensing a good opportunity my neighbor throws a combat challenge and this time it’s me who accepted. No doubt German shepherd was stronger than my dog but war can’t be won by strength. The only thing is important is temperament. A real warrior never thinks of his strength. He has to fight and he has to win. It was a matter of moment that the German shepherd was on the ground below the paws of Indian dog. Defeat or victory never ends a war but it use to be a mere start. My neighbor never forgot that defeat and he doubled the meal of his dog. When you act by having motivated with jealously, you make series of self ruining mistakes. Due to over eating, his dog became bulkier and slow. The day of final combat appropriately last combat was arrived. Well I am the story teller and I have presented my dog as hero so his win is sure. So at this point, description is important. Indian black dog was standing before the gate of my neighbor. My neighbor held my dog at his neck, so that his movement became restricted and then he called his own dog. There was full arrangement of a fabricated win of German shepherd. You might wonder that how could I allow my neighbor to hold my dog. Well he told me that he wanted to establish a friendship between the two dogs and I couldn’t oppose. Here we see that in a war politics plays a very important role which made me helpless. So after holding my dog he called his dog. His dog came out from his gate and looked at the black hound just like Alexander looked at the empire of Magadh and tried to sneak through a corner as Alexander did several years ago. But this time it was not Magadh, even under the bound, the black dog tried attack the German shepherd and his that act frighten the shepherd and he escaped back to Greece. Fear always leads to great mistakes. Due to fear that shepherd dog couldn’t see that the hound is helpless and couldn’t do anything. But in the end I won. A happy ending story it was. But all stories do not have happy endings and some story doesn’t even have an end.
Now the train reaches Agra station. This station is very crowded. I don’t like crowd. Agra, the city itself is great proof of great love. Ah but I really don’t like stations. Somebody is crying, somebody is yelling. Holy shit! …….. Holy Shit!!!!!!!!!!!! Wow, what a girl? Damn beautiful…. Ultimate…. Masto type.. Aha ..uhu… I really love train stations. It’s like a real heaven. I think she comes here to board the train. Oh! God, do me a favor. Let this girl to come in my compartment. It would be so nice of you if this girl sits next to me. But I know you don’t grant my wishes. What the hell, she is sitting beside me. I am the luckiest guy on the earth. During whole journey I never looked straight in to her eyes and didn’t talk to her and New Delhi arrived. I got the taxi and reached FIITJEE hostel. That’s the end of my train journey.
THE END