I caught up late at the train station, where my friends had planned to meet up as we were going on a trip to Manali. I missed the train and obviously my friends weren't able to wait for me, I updated them about my situation and they suggested me to join them by coming on a bus and as I am not a prognosticator I didn’t know about how this ride will be giving me something that I wouldn’t have experienced in my life ever before. There was no seat left in the front so I had to find a seat at the back, as I started taking steps towards the back of the bus. Two things that I noticed there was: first, a group of school teens no more-less an year younger than me and second, a beatific person sitting just ahead of the back seat where all the backbenchers seem to have built a castle. I had never seen someone so beautiful, her amber coloured eyes were so lustrous & attractive as if it had gold fillings in it. I went up-to her not to flirt , rather the seat next to her was empty , so I held out my hand (to shake hands) out from my coat and told her my name was ‘Farooq’. I asked her If I could sit, suddenly one of the children made fun of my name and I sarcastically laughed at them and left it be. Farooq now sat on the seat.
She told me her name was Trishva, a unique name that I hadn’t ever heard of it,i thought. she stopped sneering and asked me (also initiated to talk first) “your ego couldn't handle that , could it?” she chuckled. I told her not one bit; just ego things. She laughed, I had never seen such a gaily laugh and such a gaze in her eyes that I kept my eyes on her without blinking them even though I knew I wouldn’t seem less than a serial killer. She replied to what I said before “starry heavens above us and an egoist soul within you”. It sounded philosophically sarcastic and as a good player of not getting offended somehow, understanding that it’s just good of sense of humor (for the first time I’d believe). I was quite curious about her unique name and I asked her what it meant, she told me that in-fact it is unique, it meant ‘the third world’, its meaning was quite beautiful and quite thoughtful if i'd think about it more. She asked the meaning of my name in return for I replied it meant “the one who distinguishes between right and wrong”. She was astonished and she replied “Well from your name you seem to be a savant & can make a good lawyer, I am sure!” she chuckled. I liked her sense of direction towards a communication & her way of handling herself as from the first impression, as I continued to know more about her I got to know that she had taken humanities or I should just say the subject i wished i could take. I got to Know about things I had never heard or never had been interested about until in the way she told me ,she had read so many books that I wished I’d have time to read and also she was so happy with life that she could cheer someone else in a fraction of seconds. I had never met such a gaily personality in a long time, who wished to talk to me like this or I would be so interested to hear.
Farooq asked her a question out of curiosity that how and why is she able to read so many books together?
“Well to create a farrago of the quotes from different authors , i decoded the anagram of my desire to read as many books as possible and created an improvised quote for myself”
And what is the quote if you are comfortable telling and is like bound in the limits of your secret organization? Farooq snickered.
“well okay if you are as intrigued as your face tells so here it goes: as agatha christie said “fear is nothing but half knowledge” so i shall read as many books as i can to eradicate the ignorance of my senses which fears the controlled mordant believers and i don't wish to be controlled by anything and continue to live life the way darwin had wished us to, being the fittest here i mean is mentally fit and also to find the origin of my curiousity”
He was stupefied by the statement and he felt she's just rather too flamboyant of her philosophical speech and tried to avoid conversing with her again , anyhow he didn't have a choice now because the trip was too long and he couldn't sit idle without talking to such a beautiful girl.
Rather it turned out she started to sound more interesting when she started to tell about her own family stories.
While I was hearing the funny stories interestedly she said after completing her last story (i reckon) that “I guess you have got too much into dark and reality seems nothing but an Image of possibilities to you which we are part of?” She told with a sneer.
She looked at me with an excitement on her face and continued “when and how does this often happen with you that you miss a train and climb a bus to sit right next to me and talk to this gleefully person as I reckon I am, what if you and me are just the brush stroke of the painting yet to be completed,Well it sounds stupid but isn’t everything stupid then and all becomes one stupid blunder of brush strokes, hence the artist is the creator of everything in our reality.”
What? Okay seriously! Why are you so pretentious about your philosophical speech, listen i tend to believe in a more logical way rather than this i don't know philosophical-spiritualistic way!
Let me complete!! also that’s what quantum world tells us that the basic fundamental unit of life is an atom then to go even further to the last point which scientists have known are quarks( that’s what we know till now yet)but if string theory gets proved then our fundamental unit of life would be nothing but string of vibrations and then we would all be beings made of vibrations and that's what the philosophical-spiritual Books ( Trishva showed the quoting signs while saying this to mock me ofcourse)or the words and every present atom or vibrating string in it tries to prove which people seem to be so ignorant about is true and we’re just alive between the dots yet to become a line or a curve which is totally dependent upon you! Farooq winced at her (though he was staring her) thinking to himself ,what was that she meant and also what farooq knows is nothing as compared to what she believes.( okay Seriously what am i thinking ),also she proved her statement while she was quoting Socrates earlier “he is wise who knows he knows nothing” and I being a narcissist accepted it on myself.
I had never heard anything like this ever in my life, he was terrifyingly stupefied, Farooq commented “ and how did we reach at this conversation we were laughing in the starting and now these philosophical monologues, are you okay?”
Yes i am! I guess it's just one of those times when i am being my-pretentious-self
Sure it is! i meant , The way you think about life is wonderful, Trishva, it’s wonderful the way you think but how do you lead life like this, is it easy like the way you like you know it’s not possible not in the world we live in or you’re certainly are someone who
She continued “Is not from this planet? She smiles sleekly. Yeah! You can say that Farooq replied.
Well you know life! logically speaking (I doubt that you lack logic ever, I thought), our consciousness bounds us in many ways sometimes our senses show what it wants to see, feel and desires, in the end aren’t we all animals of a long-awaited evolution preying on our desired emotions, incomplete and unfulfilled dreams and here we are living ignorant as we are being the most aware and alert or as for now I believe we have just fulfilled our desires by increasing our dopamine, oxytocin or you know serotonin levels through drugs, and through various other 'getting-controlled by-yet getting satisfied as you're able to make yourself happy' habits, i hope we're on the same page? When farooq was about to react to his inquiry she started again to complete her monologue “And also doing Everything in the peer pressure though being happy just by showing ourselves happy yet not being happy ignoring our destiny neither we have an idea nor interest in knowing who we are and what are we doing or even is it real what we sense or not or even what is life ? its surely not giving any lemons to make a lemonade( totally mocking instagram captions). No doubt we are a part of the so called most depressed generation, everything seems boring to them in a world of infinite possibilities!!
Farooq grimaced at her as he was feeling afraid of her now! As he started to tell her to stop talking, she intervened again.
No! Listen! She held his hand as she talked to him, his ears went red, his temperature went high all of a sudden and all his attention went directly looking at her amber-golden eyes, he hadn’t met anyone like this before who made him listen this way.
I want you to take out everything in your mind that holds your throat and those tears behind the prison of your own senses, it’s annoying giving excuses for your erratic-dramatic behaviour but it’s totally fine accept knowing that it’s not your fault and you’re ahead of all of that crap the people have messed around you. I was shocked to hear what she said and Farooq replied, why would you think that I would be this screwed also I was going on a trip to Manali with my friends to knock myself out!
And where are you now? Are you where you are supposed to be or were you just disillusioned by the first strokes of the artist who made you think this?
Listen I thought you were a good and an interesting person to talk but you should know you’re scaring the hell out of me also you don’t know me so how dare you talk to me (everybody stared at Farooq in the bus from behind and I thought that’s why no one is sitting with this girl I found pretty).
I was pretty scared and thought of exiting at the next stop though I wasn’t alert or attentive to know how far was the distance from my destination left.
She looked outside at the beautiful lush green valleys and asked me “you asked me what I believe life is?” Farooq tried to avoid her so he didn’t look at her as he knew if he did look at her there’s no chance he will be not hearing her out after that, anyhow he did hear her out, to be laconic, she said “life is either as simple as we aren’t able to sense or is as complicated we have made it for ourselves”. Then he did look at her and she grinned and Farooq thought she is one mastermind of a murderer after reading thrillers of Agatha Christie and Dan brown. As he looked at her again his head banged ahead of his seat and he bled from his right corner of his forehead and she from her left side like a lateral inversion image but of different gender.
After they gained back their awareness from the injury that had caused them a moment of buffer they thought to check out what had happened they both looked at each other and agreed through their eyes to go ahead.
They got to know ,The bus had crashed into a rock, due to heavy rainfall the roads had become slippery and to stop the bus at the Bus-Stop, driver had applied brakes and so while screeching, the bus skitted into the rock where the name of the place was written. Farooq was seeing the market through the cracked front mirror. The passengers were informed to get off the bus till the time the engine of the bus is checked properly and as it had been damaged , the headlights and the cracked driver screen was to be checked as the car had to go a long way ahead. Everybody got off, but except me and 3 other passengers didn’t care much about what had happened as the majority of the passengers had already arrived at their stop which also included trishva’s stop.
Trishva asked me enthusiastically to join her as she could tour me around her small hill station town, her beautiful unknown hometown.
Farooq asked her about what was the name of the town name but she didn’t feel important about telling me that so she just held my hand and got my ‘if a girl touches me’ fever and asked me to not take any tension and to just follow her, we kept talking during the steep walk to somewhere she told me it’s her favorite place, I saw a New york hot dog stall, a Mumbai vada-pav stall, a mall or I can say a shopping complex and a starbucks coffee café. Now when i was about to ask her where in the world am I and where is she taking me? she just held my hand .I thought there is this always one person when he/she touches you butterflies just wander around in your conscious-unconscious and Everything feels safe and comfortable, for me this amber-golden eyed female was the one.
Listen Farooq, I just want you to know no matter how many books I have ever read, I wouldn’t ever learn much from books as much I would learn from the experiences I will create or have created. Just create more experiences and live them, I know you’re more than what you show but that’s the deal of senses they can’t understand what the other person feels inside in an another person, i wondered why was she telling me things i have heard in hollywood movies.
You just said that senses can’t know and then you said you know me more than what I show, what does that mean?! She said, When I look at you, when I look In your eyes I see myself and I wonder if you’re from a parallel universe, A trishva travelling through infinite possibilities of a wormhole and meeting me here and as I said I read in a book that “your eyes show the hint or the strength of your soul” , I could feel that experience when I met you that’s why I started talking to you, I know you were thinking I was acting weird in the bus but it was actually me being myself after a long time and if you think the teens in the bus were to shocked to see your aggressive reaction, no! They were looking at me talk to you because I don’t talk to many people! I just felt to talk to you when I looked in your eyes and here I am taking you to where we belong.
Farooq stopped; First thing, why are you talking about destiny like that i am not interested ,are you even hearing me i am not interested!! Also Second thing how is this even possible?
We’re just the brush strokes, the artist has decided and his unconsciousness is stable now and we are just minutes away from it! Trishva exclaimed.
Artist! The way you talked earlier you made me believe you were some atheist with some religious jokes or mythological jokes but you seem to believe in god too what’s the difference between you and everyone?
Who said that we can’t have different interpretations of god?
Farooq didn’t have an answer and I was all too embarrassed or his ego was hurt more than usual when trishva said “Farooq trust me, just hold my hand and let’s just complete what we are meant for!”
He was all too bewitched by her eyes this time and followed by holding her hands as now they reached where they had to and Farooq was dumb-founded by the amazing scenery he looked at: the huge mountains , the sun setting and as the last sun rays set on the ice caps yet it was brighter than it should be. he was flabbergasted by the city below those mountains with such beautiful houses more like huts where I would wish to live; giving anything in return.
Farooq said looking at trishva “I am sorry, for the way I talked to you! I've never talked to someone who talks to me like you do it's not because nobody wishes to talk to me neither I am a freak it's because I unconsciously wave everyone off even though it would be perfect for me to let go off that thing in my mind by talking about it fortunately I haven't had many good experiences in life in the past that make me more alert than i should be makes me think of the worst thing it's called severe overthinking yet i just overcome the situation i will be in if i'll be in it and i am mentally prepared for anything just as you told me we might live in an infinite-possible-multiverse where each second has a different reaction in each second of it's happening call me Dr.strange( from avengers). I hate self pity anyhow but , but sometimes i feel sad for myself that i am fortunate for whatever i have faced ,and you know it's mordant that we call ourselves LIBERAL,INDEPENDENT and FREE whereas our body are just functioned by billions of synapses and our feelings are nothing but increase and decrease of specific hormones as you said, my external body is controlled by the capitalist credo , nescientic people being dishonest with each other and you know when i tend or try to talk it out this with someone we are just stated as fatuous just because we are talking about a life with logic and and so in the end what are my problems? Me and myself so what can i do i just can sit around and provide myself with some clarity rather than talking about depressed feelings with people who treat it as a disease, and to be philosophical as you are pretentious about being that: Us, being the species with minds have been keeping our subjective reality above the objective reality and have created or filled ourselves with nothing so many paradoxes, fictions/ stories that we tend to believe in and even if we believe, we believe in just one ignoring the others leaving them as dots which shall complete the infinite circle, the line , the square or anyother shape to explain my figurative speech which can make us understand our only motive of life rather we call ourselves smart, knowledge, etcetera,etcetera...and here we are knowing just a drop of the ocean!
and i don't even know why am i telling all this to you it feels like i am speaking words from your mouth, what is happening?.
You are really! oh god! i don't have a word for you, is this the first time you've talked in a while to someone, you did good i must say but it's time i tell you the truth of Everything what is happening right now!
Farooq stared at her and just tried to understand what she said, she continued .
"Before i tell you that ,let me tell you a scientific fact; the real particles have positive energy in normal situations, therefore they should look out for their partner {which is the negative energy particle according to uncertainty principle}and annihilate it . however, even a real particle due to the strength of the gravitational field of a black-hole can have negative energy in there and by the look of your face this enigma can be solved by when you realize the truth when you shall that is not now at the moment all that i can say is those are just particles might as well we be too made up of them but we have a weapon known as consciousness that helps us communicate and use our different senses though as a Epicurean fan , I won't trust my senses completely yet believe that changes that our senses feel are true as the way I feel with you, she chuckled.
Farooq was just speechless again like the way he was speechless since the moment he met her this early day as he had none replies for whatever she said. “How? & What?”
It’s a why, you should ask but for now you should look at the starry blue-red skies it’s a very delicate artistry we are a part of right now which is going to take its last stroke.
What?he asked. Shhh…not the right time to ask a question.
The starry blue skies started to turn redder and the temperature started to rise, the way red sunrays settled on the blue icecaps couldn’t make it look more beautiful, this had been the best scenery Farooq had witnessed
Trishva held my hand and held me closer whereas suddenly an enormous flash of light appeared and the winds start to blow at high speeds I looked at her eyes and everything around felt as nothing was happening around , the only thought that came to me was that is exactly what a cwtch ought to make you feel.
she just whispered one thing in farooq’s ear “what matters our endless toil?when at snatch oblivion ends the coil.
the ground started shaking tremendously and everything started to blow away when an enormous meteor plummeted through the earth’s atmosphere, the light entering the earth's atmosphere was equal to 10 suns!
WHOOSHH!
Behnight it was (I guess this was the black-hole trishva was talking about), when the impulses of my body were at their utmost tranquility and beatitude, I felt safe & light yet I was in darkness,
That’s when I woke up from my sub-conscious Paracosm, & Kabir completed his story of his dream to his psychologist.
THE END
