Theories I: Packets in the Pocket

“We are musical notes emanating from the quantum string section of a grand symphonic orchestra.”
                                                                                                                            -Kane Freeman

My brother had many hobbies. "Creating theories" is one them which fascinated me. Our interest topics were almost same, but views were always against each other. Recent one was "Quantum". His view was life, world, nature everything follows Quantum. Everything in the universe & the universe itself behaves like packets. But this view disturbed me. I couldn't tolerate imagining everything like packet.

I said, "Life is a race, you have to keep one step & next step and so on. Nonstop, it's continuous."

He said, "Look, life not about how fast you can walk, it's about how far you have to walk. Every step is a packet; they are so close that, continuity is imitated. One step is a packet, next one also a packet. They take you forward. Everything in life comes in packages, goes in packages. It's evident that life has Quantum edge."

I was rebellious, "For me life is very large set, Quantum is a tiny set."

He replied, "No, Quantum and life both are big sets. But they are overlapped and their union is almost equal to their intersection. For someone like you, or one who is in different frame, may find null set as the intersection. This is uncertainty; it's both curse and beauty of Quantum."

I thought for a while, then attacked, "okay, then world or the universe must be universal set. It can't be a packet. It's whole. I don't know how to convey. But I can't look the universe as a packet. It's nowhere from one side & nowhere to other."

Brother, being film lover, said, "again no, it's packet. This is our world in our timeline. There may be other worlds out there in different timeline, which can be evident from 'catastrophic theories'. Watch movie 'Inception', it deals about the world being a dream i.e. dream becoming the reality for oneself. You may be in your dream now, or dream within a dream, or in a limbo. You may be dreaming somewhere in more real world. These dreams are in the form of packets. Another movie 'Dark City' puts in another theory in which, upper or more real world is itself a shadow, a forgery. But world built of pieces of worlds. Confusing? Yeah, those pieces are called quanta; building blocks of Quantum."

I interfered, "but movies like 'Matrix' says the world is computer programmed one."

He said, "You are indirectly supporting me. Movies like 'Thirteenth Floor', 'Matrix' says this world may be one the thousands of virtual worlds, which may be programmed by some other world creatures outside of this simulation. Those virtual worlds are symbolic to packet. Watch movies, they can help you to understand any topic more efficiently."

I was losing; I wanted to change the plate. But I was falling. I countered, "Anyway, I surrender. But Einstein was too disturbed about the rise of Quantum concepts. You are great admirer of Einstein and you have passion towards the Quantum. How can you resolve the paradox within?"

He thought for a while, then smiled and quoted, "Of course, your point is valid. Me too in a fix about this question. I don't know how or what to reply you. But I am the living answer. I'm the one of example for co-existence of general relativity and Quantum concepts in one packet. I may be the one of the packet among many other out there."

Being fed up of term 'packet', I scolded "Will you kick out the word 'packet' and replace it with 'quanta'?"

He laughed out loud, "You are in possible correct way. You are inclining towards Quantum. As John Wheeler famously put it: Mass tells space-time how to curve, and space-time tells mass how to move. Now you are telling Quantum to curve towards you and Quantum is telling you to move towards it."

Awestruck by his remark, I said, "okay, I accept. I'm getting inclined. Now, one last question. Quiet philosophical one. How the Quantum fits in the concepts of achievement, success and resulting happiness?"

His words were "okay good. At first, if you want to go to the statue of liberty from Paris, you will do it step by step right? Taking visa, purchasing ticket, boarding, walking staying etc and finally in front of the statue of liberty. You just can't jump or teleport from Eiffel tower to New York. But after doing all by step by step, you will be in front of your destination. One of the happiest moments for you. This 'step by step' indicates packets…. sorry quanta, which I mentioned in first answer. Just understand."

I understood. But still hungry. Albeit, I said it was my last question, I kept on asking more questions regarding Quantum-love-friendship, Quantum-birth-death etc whole night. He answered most of them, but without spoon feeding. There were many voids which allowed me to think for myself.

The more success the quantum theory has, the sillier it looks.

                                                                  -Einstein

Better not be it!

  I have to say that I am not the type of guy who writes every shit of a thing .But this one has made me write .OK let me go directly to the story rather than saying blah blah over here.

   It was one of the rainy evening of august better say a perfect day for breakup.yes I had a breakup just 5 minutes back for some silly reason(say its not working anymore)with what you might call as ‘ex’. Which better place than ice-cream parlor (that too on a rainy day :( ). I was standing near the corridor now and it so happened that a pretty girl was observing me.Yes I confess that I am not that handsome.She asked me if I was OK as she saw all the things that happened in 10 minutes .But you know it is very hard to concentrate on some other girl after a terrible breakup with a girl whom you dated for 2 years. However  men will be men I talked to her and learnt that her name was Neha   also her whereabouts and we exchanged our numbers.

    Then you know what happened we chatted day long and nights to come .I was running out of currency after I started some conversations with her.This happens to every chap like me in this country.Later we decided for a date where we met earlier .You cant imagine this happening some days earlier it was the same place where I broke up and now it was the place I had my new date.

     Before entering the shop she saw a ‘pani puri’ vendor on the other side of the road .I don’t know why but was kind of delighted and ran to the other side of the road.Just to realize that I saw a car racing towards her.I jumped to save he you as it happens in films(ya! not in reality).

     I woke up maybe some hours later I was in the hospital my legs were fractured .There was a nurse there ,the first thing I asked was where was Neha she said “there is no Neha here”. She turned to see me her face was exactly as Neha .I fainted the very second.The next time I woke up doctor was sitting near me he said not to worry.When I asked the same question surprisingly he gave the same answer .He said I was hallucinating  about having new girlfriend .He said that he checked  my mobile and there he found out that I was texting my other number and replying it with that number.I see maybe I think I was hit very hardly by this breakup.By the way my ex’s name is Neha!!

The Another Slap

It was a fateful day of day of September, because I lost my shoes this afternoon in the college. So, at evening I went to beach to ease myself. Climbed upon the regular cliff of mine and sat there facing the sea (of course, that's what everybody does). Being small space, there were only countable people were there around me. But, a little far there was a considerable crowd due to vast space. I was thinking only about my shoes, and wasn't bothered about the business going around me. Suddenly, somebody slapped on my face. I came into my senses, with shock. I turned aside to scold; only I could see a boy almost of my age jumping off my cliff and running towards the crowd. I was awestruck by seeing his huge jump & speed. Simultaneously, I was furious for slapping me without uttering the reason. I returned to home with spoiled mood.

Next day, I was there at regular time, on my regular cliff. This time I was watching the horizon. It was beautiful. I got lost in it, forgot everything. All of sudden, there was a slap on my face. I saw the boy taking leap from the cliff and merging with the crowd. I watched whole event speechlessly. Repetition of same incident. Both the time I could not see his face. Returned home as a spoilsport. Third and fourth day was just repetition of same incident. But I don't know why I still went to the beach after these events.

This time I decided to catch him at any cost. With full determination I went back to the cliff. I sat there watching, as if I had eyes all over my body. But I got engulfed by the scenery. The sun was taking bath in the orange tub. The boy came; he slapped me, took the leap and sped his legs. Next day, I took my mother to the beach after narrating the whole plot. We sat on cliff. Time was rolling, the sun finished his bath and the blanket of darkness began to cover us. But, today there was no sign of the slapping boy. My mother chided me for my blunder and wasting her time.

Seventh day, I came alone. As usual, got sucked into the sunset backdrop and got my slap. Still I have no idea who is he and how the hell does he look like. Hopelessness at its peak. This process went on for weeks, months. At one point of time I decided about stopping my daily visit to the beach. But it was decision of a coward. So I kept on visiting the beach. Instead of escape I chose the way of fight. For that I had to gain concentration power. I learnt meditation, yoga, vipassana etc. On parallel, the slapping incidents had no stop.

 A day came; it was august 15th, Independence Day for my country. The boy has been slapping me for almost a year. He came on the previous day, the day before previous day and so on. But that day was special. Some kind of strange chill or electricity was passing throughout my torso. As usual I eased myself on the cliff. The sun wasn't bathing; he was getting murdered with red blood all over the horizon. This time neither did I lose myself nor was I cautious about my circumference. Just sat there, that's all. He came, he slapped me. But this time I too took the leap, the giant leap behind him. Within no time I was on him, above sand, he was facing the ground. I kicked, punched and did all the hell. Soon I discovered that the shoes he wore were mine. Those shoes which I lost on that fateful day. With ferocious curiosity (or curious ferocity) I turned him around, so that I can see his face. I saw, oh god, it was him. No, no, it was me, yeah, He was me.

From next day onwards, nobody slapped me, except my father & my girlfriend(s).