If that could happen...

Life is a long play and we all are its actors. Our scripts have already been written and our roles pre-defined. We cannot mould the acts as per our wish and all the instances of life cannot go as we want. The irony is: destiny is what we make! This really confuses me. At times I also bang my head in understanding why can’t every situation of our lives execute in exactly the manner we want it to be?

If everything took place the way we desired, then that would simply be an imaginative world. However I do not mind living in imagination!

 

In fact whenever something makes me sad or a situation gets out of my control I dream of the fictitious world where I would have been the boss; where I would have decided what should have happened. I get lost into my parallel universe where everyone is honest, caring, emotional, and helpful. My fictitious world lets me meet my dream friend; it lets me meet Priyanka, Shivani and Mittali daily, share my thoughts with them, crack some non-sense jokes and once again relive the college period. It gives me a chance to change the behavior of people around me for good and then analyze living with them. My imagination knows no bounds. I often visualize myself hanging in the cloud of electrons, swimming in the vast nothingness of space, living inside a black hole, burning in a supernova, and travelling back and forth in time. I close my eyes and find myself in the executable file of linux kernel, in the boot loader partition of NAND flash, at a particular mount point in the UBI file system, in the /drivers/net/Ethernet/ti directory, and sometimes acting like a TFTP server. At times I imagine myself bound in a socket and analyzing each and every network packet passing through me: ARP, ICMP, data, etc. I also imagine what happens after death, how I will be like when I will be 100 and what will I say to God when I’ll meet Him. I dream of the day when I would be astronaut and will travel in space. I turn over to the impossible moment when I would meet Einstein and Newton. I roll over my eyes and figure myself in my past life, meeting dinosaurs, Alexander, Chandra Gupta Maurya, Chanakya, Jesus, Harrapan civilization, and all that we read in history. I jump back in time and imagine meeting Ram-Sita, mostly in western attire! Not only this, I take a leap of 5000 years and imagine what would it be like? Will the magnetic poles of earth have changed positions by then? Will New York be a desert and Sahara an ocean? I even dream of the doomsday- will that be of the type shown in movie “2012” or will it be something totally bizarre?

 

Imagining things gives me immense happiness; though simply for a moment. Some may call it escapism. However I do not mind escaping to a third level. This is because I take care of the fact that this is not reality. I remember whatever I am composing is not going to happen in reality; it is just a figment of imagination. I do not let the process of imagination take control over my conscience, my work, and my daily necessary tasks. However in my busy life, where everything is super fast, imagining out of the world things makes me delighted. The mere thought that I am a meson colliding in the LHC or I am standing beside a graviton enthralls me. Perhaps this is what I really want. But alas! This is not possible. This reminds me I am dreaming! So here I come out of my dreams and end this article!