Thursday, March 08, 2012

Looped

Sandeep was watching the late night edition on a news channel, completely engrossed in it to notice the quick movement behind him, across the hallway, towards the bedroom.

He was changing channels occasionally to catch something interesting.

It was then he heard it. A distinct giggle. He muted the TV. The neighbor’s kids sometimes created a din late in the night. But this sound was definitely coming from inside the house. Impossible, since he was alone at home. His wife and daughter had decided to sleep over at his in-laws’ place tonight.

“What the hell…”, he muttered and turned. “Hello. Who’s there?”

Ha..Sandeep, this isn’t a movie. Come on. He felt dumb.

He turned to the TV and increased the volume.

The voice, again. This time it was a full-throated laugh. He jumped from the couch and rushed to the bedroom, checking all the doors along the way. There were two, one beside the kitchen near the sink in the dining area, and one toward the rear, across the lobby.

There was a slum nearby – you never know, some kid might’ve gotten curious and tiptoed in. But this was ridiculous. He reached for the switch in the first bedroom.

“Come out,” he said, in a commanding voice hoping to scare the kid.

Silence. It was obvious that there wasn’t anyone here. He walked across the room and pulled open wardrobe doors and knelt down to check under the bed. Nothing. Nobody.

He stepped out. Then he made out the silhouette against the hazy moonlight in the kitchen. It was a kid. Sandeep slowly walked to the kitchen, his eyes steadfast on the child, and switched on the light.

Nobody.

****

He woke up with a start, sweating. He was breathing heavily. His wife, Malini, turned to him in her sleep, and absently threw her hand across his chest. He held her hand and looked up at the ceiling.

It was a dream? Hell, he could’ve sworn it seemed real. He swallowed, and then got up, gently lifting his wife’s hand and placing it by her side. His throat was parched. He staggered out of the bedroom and headed to the kitchen.

Huh? The TV was on. He rubbed his eyes.

And there was someone on the couch, watching that same channel. His heart racing like a sprinter now, he slowly walked to the couch and saw. It was him watching the channel, just like in the dream. What the...? But he was too sleepy. He just stood there, absently watching himself for a few seconds, his eyes drooping again, slowly. Dream, dream, he kept on repeating in his head, waiting for the other guy to disappear, and the TV to be off. Then - Oh, yes. Water. He was about to turn when the guy sitting on the couch turned to him.

“For me too.”

Sandeep almost fell back.

****

He awoke with a start, in that slouched position, his neck resting on the couch cushion. A political debate was playing on the TV. He lay there and opened his eyes wide, wetting his lips with his tongue and looked around. Shit..This was crazy.

It was a dream? Hell, he could’ve sworn it seemed real.

Then he heard it. A distinct giggle.

****

Tuesday, March 06, 2012

Slippery business...

He preferred killing in public places. One cyanide-laced prick. Safe. Non-messy. Effective. He spotted his contract walking a few yards ahead, busy on the cell phone.

He was now 20 feet away. 10…5…

A banana peel came flying from a passing car, and landed right in front of him.

He didn't even remember jabbing himself.

****

Thursday, March 01, 2012

Ένα παράλληλο σύμπαντος (Part 4)

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“So…what are you going to do to me, in this…HRP?”

“In HRP we normally re-assign cosmic energy to waiting recipients. Unlike your planet where you do away with the physical entity after death…we don’t. Because we know how the transfer happens. On your planet, you haven’t yet figured it out. So we do it for you. Which you don’t know…”

Vikas was feeling like a retard in front of this lady now. And we thought, iPhone and the Internet were our greatest achievements.

She went on. “We check your details and decide whether or not you can stay here. Whether your energy qualifies for the transfer, even. There are a whole lot of parameters we check, based on the type of life you’ve led back there.”

Good karma, bad karma. Yeah, bring it on.

“We’ve already done the analysis, in your case. You need to go back. But not before knowing what triggered your arrival in the first place. It helps in our research.”

Vikas was relieved beyond explanation. “Oh, thank you so much, your highness.

“We need to take you to the research facility now.”

“Uh, ma’am…will those two bozos also be there?”

“Yes,” She said and held his hand. She placed some kind of cap on his head. What the hell was this? Suddenly he felt an odd sensation in his whole being…like a mild electric shock, only this was very comforting, like a massage. He closed his eyes, and an involuntary smile escaped his lips. Did she also smile? She looked the other way.

When he opened his eyes, his jaw dropped. They weren’t in her room. They were in a lab. Or at least it looked closest to a lab. Scrubbed and sanitized, the faint buzz of the air conditioner. Some things still weren’t as evolved as the lady boasted, he smiled. Then he realized it wasn’t the AC.. something else. He looked above him, around him. Where were the AC vents?

“We have a way of conditioning the very air we breathe, right here inside the room. We don’t need an external conditioner, or vents that blow in the conditioned air.”

There she goes, reading my mind again. But how did they arrive here? This was so ‘Star-trek’kish, he almost giggled like a kid.

There were a group of people waiting for them. He shook hands with all of them. They had the same look of awe and affection people have when they went to shop for pets. His morale took a beating again. He smiled sheepishly.

“Now then, Mr. Vikash, this will be easy,” Said a plump gentleman, who was dressed like a doctor, white coat, stethoscope etc.

He could almost hear him say, “This way please. And lie down here.”

But nothing of that sort. He was just asked to step on a circle in a closure. The moment he did that, a glass cylinder dropped around him, covering him.

Great. I think all those sci-fi movie directors got their energies transferred from here.

He saw the old lady smiling. She laughed at his joke. He smiled and waved back. Suddenly the lights went out. It was pitch dark. And silent.

Now what.

When the lights came on again, he was back in her room. She was sitting at another desk now, reading something from a monitor, which was transparent and seemed like a veil in the air. Obviously. Steven Spielberg was reborn right, from here?

His vision was still a little blurred.

“Uh..why’re we back here?”

“Because the project is over.”

“You mean..”

“Yes. We found out the problem area. But we had to analyze every little data from your brain, every little thought. It was like…how do you say – fixing the insides of an out-dated car? We had a hard time.”

He fumed. What the hell. At least he was alive.

“So I don’t have to wait here for a quarter era.”

She looked up and smiled.

“Actually…it took a little longer than that.”

“What?” His jaw dropped again.

“Yes. You were at the facility for almost 8 years…your time.”

“Gosh. You mean I was knocked out for 8 years. What did you do – pickle me? Boy. And now you expect me to go back to my planet, 8 years later? They might’ve even done a funeral for me by now.”

“We have a workaround for that, don’t worry.”

“You’re going to alter time? How?”

“You won’t understand if I told you, son.”

“Try me,” Vikas said, his jaw tightening, and fist clenching. “I’m not that dumb, you know.”

“Yes. You aren’t. But you are stupid.”

“Damn. So…what time does my flight leave?” He chuckled. She wasn’t amused.

“Your ‘bozos’ will arrange that for you.”

“But…hey, but at least tell me, what you found. How did I land here? You know…’cross-over’.”

She looked at him, long and hard. And then continued.

“If I were to put it in simple terms. Your coming here didn’t just happen.”

He waited with bated breath.

“You were ‘brought’ here. Meaning, your mental energies were pulled here. On purpose.”

“You mean, someone here..?”

She nodded. “It’s an offense actually. We’re not supposed to make contact that way. I would normally know if this sort of a thing happened. Our transmitting stations are very powerful. I seriously wonder how they missed this transmission.”

“Ok ok..wait. You’re telling me, that someone on this earth knew that I existed…on that planet. And wanted me to come here? In my original form?”

“Something like that. Yes.”

Vikas whistled. “That’s cool.”

“No, it isn’t, Vikas. It’s an offense. What we call ‘an inter-galactic breach’.”

She then went on. “Look, you might’ve heard of things like séance, calling the spirits etc..”

“Yes.”

“That’s your earth’s way of somehow making contact with their loved ones, who’re dead. It’s very primitive. So they can’t make contact with the whole being. They just call the upper layer of the source, the cosmic energy. During that time, the same person, who’s already taken the form of another being here, won’t even know a part of him or her, is making contact outside the planet. Look..it’s …it’s very complicated.”

“So, you’re saying something similar was done here on this planet?”

“Yes. And that’s why it’s an offense. Because we have the capacity to not just make contact with a previous energy, we can bring in the entire form, along with the physical substance, here. It’s unpardonable. I didn’t mention this to you earlier…”

“You seem to’ve skipped a lot of parts from the brochure…granny,” Vikas said, not very amused now.

The old lady was unsure for a minute, didn’t know how to react to that addressal. She composed herself almost instantaneously. “I’m sorry. This shouldn’t have happened.”

“May I know who this person is, who…or even that’s an offense?”

“It’s not disclosed. Normally. But I’m going to make an exception in your case.”

“Who’s it?”

“My grandson.”

Deafening silence for a moment.

“Your grandson…you mean…”

“Yes. Your replica, of this planet. The one I showed you.”

Vikas sat and ran a hand over his hair. Then he looked at her.

“But why?”

Another voice answered this time.

“Because my secondary source is flawed. And I’m not going to last long. I wanted to see you. Meet you. Transfer my source to your body and live on that earth.” It was his duplicate.

“Mxniv, you’re not supposed to be here,” the old lady said, her voice a weak protest now.

That was some name – mxniv. Vikas couldn’t even pronounce it. The 'secondary' source was the heart, he presumed. He could sense an emotional moment now here, between the two.

“But isn’t that right, mama? My 2nd source is flawed. Just like nya and nyi’s.” Vikas was dumb-founded. He was talking about the parents obviously. Kids called their grand mothers ‘mama’?

“They died in an accident, pinu.”

Pinu. Sounded like a spelling error of pinku.

“No, they did not. You made that accident happen. So that you could justify their death. And get an entry into the elite force. But I want to live. Maybe in a lesser planet, but I want to live.”

“That’s not how it happens. You can’t put this boy’s life in danger.”

“He won’t. He won’t even know when that happens.”

“Uh…excuse me,” Vikas interrupted. They both turned to him.

“Thanks,” he said, having got their attention. “May I know…what exactly happens to me, if, you know, I agree to this ‘transfer’.”

The old lady was about to speak, but the grandson spoke instead. “You’ll live longer, on that planet. Only that person will be me, not you.”

“But why would you want to live my second innings? Wouldn’t you want to live young? I mean..I might die when I’m almost…”

“No. You will leave your body much earlier. You’ll live longer, but as me.”

“Damn,” Vikas said.

“But, I assure you, the transfer will be complete. You won’t even know it’s me. I will sync my energy with you in a way that I’ll become you. How do I say…ummm…it’s like a file replacement when you copy a file with the same name. But I’ll retain my source. So you’ll be a sharper, more intelligent being. And of course live longer.”

Vikas wondered if all those age ‘record-breakers’ back on earth were products of such devious crimes by guys from here.

That made sense. “Cool. Let’s do the transfer. Now?”

“No, that did not make sense…and nothing’s going to happen now,” the granny said. Vikas cringed, having forgotten about the mind reading for a minute.

“I’ll have to arrest you, pinu…,” She suddenly made a strange sound, and three huge aliens appeared on the scene. Vikas gulped. They looked more hideous that the other ‘letters’ of the alphabet.

They threw out some strange laser from their bodies. Mxniv was all tied up. You couldn’t see any rope, but you could see he was tied. He was unable to move his hands or legs.

“No mama.. please..don’t do this. I want to live. I want to live,” the guy protested like a 5 year old.

He was taken away.

Granny sighed and blinked her eyes a couple of times. The screen in front of her disappeared. Awesome. He sighed for a different reason. Wish he could do that. Kick some solid ass back in the office. He could’ve done that if that ‘transfer’ happened.

Damn. What’s with these old folks anyway? They’re the same, in any planet.

“Now what?” He said.

“We wait for your bozos.”

“Uh, will I get the window seat in the flight? You know…just look around the galaxy, stuff like that..”

She glared at him. He raised his hands in surrender and mouthed ‘sorry’. She didn’t seem very interested in jokes now.

Just then the thumping returned, and A and B appeared.

“Where were you guys? Let’s check-in,” Vikas said.

A said something to B, they both spoke to the lady, making all those funny noises like a transmitter, and then outstretched their hands towards Vikas. He reluctantly held them.

And blacked out.

******

Vikas opened his eyes. He could faintly make out some diagram written on a white board, but it was tilted horizontally. And the light was dim. He slowly lifted his head up and reality hit him hard. He was at his desk, and the white board was his.

Shit, he was still in the office.

He literally jumped out of his chair and stood up. He looked at his watch. 8 pm. He felt the dial again. It was his good old watch – everything in place. There was no static sound coming from anywhere. The lights of his office were back to normal. Bright and sharp. His laptop was open, on his desk. The familiar screen-saver was a comforting sight. Also comforting was the familiar hum of the air conditioner.

He saw a few guys milling around, talking shop. He heard laughter from another cubicle. He felt his breast-pocket. His cell phone was there. He sat down and laughed loudly.

“Hey Viks, shut up and go back to sleep,” Rajesh said from across the room. He then mumbled something inaudible. Vikas smiled and placed his elbows on his desk, his hands grasping his head.

This has got to be the craziest dream ever. He tried to jog his memory, but his head hurt. He could faintly remember stuff like meeting some robot like folks, an old lady talking to him. Man, it was bizarre. But he didn’t remember anything else.

Dreams. They could get weird.

He chuckled, and then laughed again, shaking his head. Then, logging on to his laptop, he saw what he was working on. The cursor was blinking at the last line of code. He smiled. Damn. Yes, this was it. This particular module had been tough to code. He remembered everything now. Sheesh, he had just one day to hand it over to the reviewers. As he put out his fingers on the keyboard, he felt an odd sensation in his head. Something like HRP was buzzing around in his head.

He turned at his white-board, and did a double-take.

Written there, in big letters, were the words –

Ένα παράλληλο σύμπαντος

What on earth was that? He hadn't written it for sure. Then he read the fine print below that. It was in English. The translation, he assumed.

A Parallel Universe


The End

Ένα παράλληλο σύμπαντος (Part 3)

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Vikas’ head was pounding when he regained consciousness.

He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up groggily. An old lady, probably in her 70s. He squinted his eyes. The light was blinding and he had trouble opening them fully.

“Are you feeling ok, son?” Her voice seemed to come from somewhere far away.

He nodded and tried to sit. She helped him.

“Where am I?”

“This is the orientation facility, son. You’re now at the prestigious HRP,” She said, smiling.

Yeah, like it made total sense.

“HR…P?”

“Human Re-allocation Program?” She said…actually asked, more like if it made any sense to him.

“I’m sorry, none of this…is making any sense.”

She nodded wisely. “Ok. We’ll take you through this. Don’t worry, son.”

They rose together. He looked around. The drab, metallic four-walled room had gone. In place was a very swanky office, modern furniture all around, wasn’t like anything he’d seen before. There were weird looking gadgets sitting on the various shelves and mantles.

She led him through the door to another room where a group of people sat. They rose collectively upon seeing the two.

The old lady led Vikas to the last chair and sat him down, patting his head – like a loving mother. He felt strangely attached to her. Have I seen her before?

She then went to the head of the table and sat.

“Good maloning, ladies and gentlemen,” She said.

Maloning? What on earth was that? Vikas just kept looking at her. What was maloning, some sort of new time zone these guys had invented? Where were the aliens?

“As you’re aware, it’s been exactly one era since we started the…”

For what seemed like an hour, the people in the room interacted, discussed on various things – some of them made presentations…in the air! - and generally arrived at some decisions.

None of which made sense to Vikas. He felt like a mongrel waiting for his bite at the family dinner table.

The meeting done, the people dispersed. Into thin air. Vikas’ heart was now beating at the speed of a racing car. What on earth had he gotten himself into? Didn’t people believe in stepping out of rooms anymore? He and the lady had walked in, not appeared here. He wondered if this was earth in the first place.

“You’re still on earth, don’t worry young man,” the old lady said, arranging something on the table.

She just read his mind.

“That’s right. I can read your mind. And this is indeed earth…” She looked at his puzzled expression and continued – “Except…this isn’t the earth you lived on. I mean, that earth, is still existent. Only you’ve left it. And you’re here. How and why – we need to find that out.”

We not here. You here.

“And those bozos…errr, things…I met back there?” He naturally assumed she’d be aware of that incident. She was.

“They’re our guardians. We call them ‘the protectors’.”

Protectors. He let that sink. The metallic bozos... our protectors.

*****

“I’d like you to meet someone.”

She looked at the wall to her left and focused. A projector-like light emanated from her eyes and fell on the wall, casting an image.

He saw in wonder. It was him. He was in his house, but it was filled with different things. He did different things. There were weird looking gadgets, and a ‘protector’ stood by the side watching him do those things. They both communicated with the same sounds A and B were making back there, in his office.

“That’s me,” he said.

“Yes. You. But not you. He’s from this earth.”

“I don’t get it.”

“You won’t,” She said, turning off the projection.

“What I’m about to tell you now – you might or might not understand. Your brain is still not so evolved. But you have to understand, that you’re not supposed to be here. At least not now. Maybe in a couple of eras.”

“That’s another thing…era..”

She nodded. “An era..in your terms, if you may – is close to 25 years.”

His brain wasn’t evolved. He could slowly see where she was going with this.

“You mean…in a couple of eras..and now I’m…”

“No, you’re not dead.”

Damn. Was there anything she couldn’t read in his mind?

She laughed.

“Vikas. Your time hasn’t come yet. And there’s no heaven or hell, as the ‘humans’ of your earth think. You just move here. To this earth. And we put you through the HRP.”

Rebirth. Reincarnation. Life cycle. Redemption. Hocus..pocus. And all that.

His mind reeled as she continued.

“You may or may not know this – the earth was formed when the big bang happened. Right?”

He nodded. He knew about the big bang theory.

“But what you don’t know, is the fact – that not one, but two earths were formed as a result of the big bang.

What?

“That’s right. Two. Yours. And ours.”

Vikas suddenly felt weak in his knees. He didn’t know whether to cry out loud in anger, or laugh at what this old lady was spinning.

“You evolved. We evolved. Almost simultaneously. In human terms, you could say, we’re both from twin planets. Almost identical.”

“A parallel universe?”

“That’s right.”

So, it was true, all that bull-crap about a parallel world. All those books, movies, and TV shows he’d seen since his childhood. It wasn’t bull-crap. Except, it was more than that.

“Like I said, your brain hasn’t evolved enough to be able to grasp all this. Whereas ours…has. We know there are two earths. We've been keeping in touch with you ever since we evolved into this ...human, form. Only you don't know about it. At least not all of you.

Vikas thought UFOs and other weird sightings.

She continued. "For several hundreds and thousands of years, we've been keeping track of your planet. We are also interacting with several other planets. It's all very complicated. Your earth...it is trying to fit in, explore like us. But it'll take you much more time to actually make contact. On the other hand, we could make immediate contact with you, but then again, your primitive mental framework could not handle this sort of communication made at a larger scale...”

“So you’re saying, you’re like super-human...or something?”

“Didn’t you just see?” She meant that ‘movie’ show she put up for him minutes ago. He nodded. He wondered what other things they could pull off.

“That's right. Our brains have evolved to a point where we don’t bother with trivial things like moving our limbs to do small work like lifting or moving things, or communication. Like talking, for instance. Our mind does a whole lot of work for us.”

“Oh, come on. I just saw people outside, they were talking just like me…and..”

“They were not real. They were pieces of your imagination. Your mind is like a monkey – goes in a thousand directions. And here, on this planet, we call such people as the ‘untrained. You tend to create your own world, in your head.”

“You mean..mad?”

“You could say that. Only difference is…well, like I said – it’s too much information for you to digest. So let me just keep it straight and simple. Please don’t ask yourself a whole lot of questions. You won’t get any immediate answers.”

She continued. “Not everybody does the cross-over to this earth. Like I said, it happens only after you ‘die’, and we take the cosmic energy and fill it into somebody here.”

“And after you guys die, you fill it into ‘our’ folks? Re-birth…kinds?”

“Not bad, you’re catching on.”

Vikas laughed. He was beginning to enjoy this hog-wash, utterly nonsensical, but entertaining ride.

“Go on,” he said, smiling at her.

“So..like I was saying, we evolved together, only difference being, our brains evolved at a faster rate. I don’t exactly know the reason for it, but it did – and we do things a whole lot differently than on your planet. You see, basically it’s all about this,” she said pointing to the head. “A far more advanced ‘source’.

“Ah, the source,” he said, remembering what the aliens said.

“And the…protectors? How’d they come about?”

“They’re from a nearby planet called “yozoxht

“yozo…” Vikas said, leaving it mid-way. The nonsense plot just thickened.

“What about the sun. Is that also the same, or…?”

“That’s the same. Only we’re in a different orbit.”

Vikas laughed again.

“You know, ma’am…I’m sorry I’m laughing..but this is the most absurd piece of story I’ve ever heard after of course, the yarn my granny used to spin when I was a kid.

“That would be me….in your planet,” the old lady said matter-of-fact.

Vikas was stunned.

“You mean…you…”

She nodded. No wonder she looked familiar.

“But…how come you’ve not yet…”

“Our sources are different. It’ll be probably a few more eras before my source starts diminishing.”

“What’s the normal life-time of folks on this planet?”

“On an average…about 10 eras.”

“250 years?” Vikas said, almost shouting.

“Yes.”

What the fuck…

“Please refrain from swearing, young man.”

“Oh sorry…”

She then went over to a metallic pot-type container and looked at it. A nozzle from inside the pot just sort of popped up on its own and entered her open mouth. She could move things with her mind. After she was done 'drinking', the nozzle went back and cap replaced itself. Was that water she was drinking?

“No, it’s not water,” She said.

He threw up his hands. Of course.

“Do we need to talk at all..you seem to be reading my mind like…”

“We have to. Because you can’t read mine..”

He felt dumb saying that. “Yeah..ok.”

“We have a different substance here, equivalent of your water. Only it’s more gaseous than liquid. So we need to consume it in this manner.”

“You know, I find this planet cool. May I stay on for a few more …micro-eras, or something?”

He smiled at her naughtily. She looked at him sternly.

“Vikas, please don’t ridicule this planet. Look, there are two ways we could do this. I could just let you loose, allow you to go out, free. What would you do? You don’t have an identity here. Where would you live? What would you do to live? Let me tell you, as we’re a highly evolved species, the so-called ‘crimes’ also are more than what you can take. You cannot handle it here. They’ll probably destroy you in no time and do the unthinkable with you. Remember, the ‘anti-social’ elements of this planet, or what you call ‘criminals’ back on your planet, have their own way of dealing with the dead here. You don’t want to know what happens.”

We’re sent back to our earth as devils or worse…evil spirits.

“That’s probably the closest explanation to it. Not bad.”

“Shit, really?”

She nodded.

“Then how on earth did I come here? I want to know…I..,” he was confused, lost.

“It is a one-in-a-million case, such as yours. Your mind, though primitive, has tremendous potential. It thinks of great things. Great ideas. But sadly, only a miniscule part of it actually gets done. But per chance, just like how a particular radio frequency gets caught at that one fraction of a moment, our receiving stations catch on to some frequency in a human mind. That’s when the cross-over happens. Without our knowledge. Without your knowledge.”

“You mean, in my sub-conscious, I was thinking of something, and just got pulled into a vortex or something…?”

“Yes. That’s how it could’ve happened. But we need to know other things…that's why you need to be in our HRP facility. For at least a quarter era.”

A quarter era! That's like 6 odd years. Vikas held his head.

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