Sunday, 25 June 2017

Simple logic vrs Science

Layman: We should worship Sun god as it is the single biggest source of energy in the world. It gives us life.
 Scientist: Are you mad? Sun is just a celestial body. It generates a huge amount of energy by nuclear fusion of hydrogen nuclei into helium. The energy is used by the plants on earth to perform photosynthesis & make food for themselves & is just a scientific process. What is there to worship about?
Layman: I have heard children inherit qualities of their parents, but your parents were not like that.
Scientist: Oh come on. It is just a process of the transfer of DNA from one pair of human beings to its progenies.
Layman: You have studied too much son. Perhaps loving someone could treat you & fill your heart with some emotions.
Scientist: Please..! Love is nothing but a process that takes place because of Dopamine creation in brain & adrenal glands. Dopamine stimulates the release of testosterone hormone.Than Neuro transmitters, norepinephrine & PEA lead to focused attention & people experience euphoria. The condition is deemed as falling in love. & heart is just an organ that cleans blood & pumps it into the different parts of the body.

Saturday, 17 June 2017

The bridge was never built

She was like that only. Physical features never attracted her, nor wealth, nor style. She was a fan of art; writing, drawing, cooking, acting, story telling.. Anything that was new or creative, magnetized her. Everything was like an open book about her. What she was, was an open secret. There was nothing hidden about her.

He was a superb artist. His thoughts gave meanings to words. A well informed & well behaved human with a mystic aura around him.... The writer of the story knows nothing more about him, is as ignorant as she was. And for readers' kind information..., the protagonist here is 'She', not 'He'. The incidence is being written from her point of view.

So it started one fine day. Dumbfounded by his magnificent creations, she extended a hand of friendship. Reason for her eagerness was completely unknown to her then. It was just that, she felt compelled to create a bridge of words between the two. Construction began. One of them poured questions, and another supplied with some answers & many more counter questions. Slowly, slowly the bridge was taking shape... foundation built, fences erected...&.. somehow, the final truth struck her.

That was the moment of awakening for one of them. The bridge was broken, then & there. He took his side, she took her's. An acquaintance was still intact. The behavior was still cordial, greetings were exchanged from both sides. What was to be said, was said. What was to be written, was written... just, that near completion bridge did not exist anymore, nor was the remains..... The protagonist visited the site sometimes.., tried to find remnants of the beautiful & glorious past.. All that had long gone.