Dear God,
"The Time machine" is one thought you put unanimously into the minds of every person on Earth. I am just one of them. For the past few months you have no idea how much I've wanted that machine in my life, for if I had it, I would have kept it so close to me that every heartbeat would have felt it before anything else, every pulse would have kissed it before anything else, and my very soul would have lived inside it. Dear God, why didn't you make that machine? Why did you leave just that thought when you know my thoughts mean nothing. But dear God, I think i know the answer now.
Had I had that machine, God you know it, I would have never grown up. Today I am 24, had I had that machine, I would have gone back to that 10 and would have never returned to this 24. I would have relived these 14 years a thousand times every day for the rest of my life. I would've gone back within moments to those days when I used to cry for anything I wanted and would get beaten up all over again by bro. I would've relived those nights when along with five guys the whole night was spent on a terrace staring into an empty sky and the only thing noticeable was the crap we said to each other. In a moment, I would have relived all those afternoons when I broke records in a video game and felt like Rambo. I wouldn't have let those afternoons go down with just a drink of Bournvita, nor would I have succumbed to Mom's threats had I ever known that there''ll come a day when I'll have no video game or bournvita, a day when Mom's hundreds of miles away and those five guys would be in different places of the world; and that the terrace would be an empty space forever after. Dear God, i know why you didn't make that machine.
Dear God, I've been thinking about this for long. The world may be spinning on its own, but I do know that Time isn't some fabric you can tear into. It isn't some matrix you wont understand, nor is it some flowing water which takes you along. Time is just an element. It is an element just like others, just as obvious, just as simple. In a world where God's being put into particles, while I was lying on a chair laughing while remembering some old prank, I felt that I knew. I felt I knew that machine, the machine which could create those particles of time. The machine that could take me back to the day I wanted.Which when switched on would take me to that moment which I wanted to live again. That elusive machine which mankind has forever been trying to create. A machine which could take you to the day you wished. The only input to it being Time. Give it some time...and it will take you to the time you wished!
It was never a "thought" that you planted dear god, it was never something man could make. It wasn't some thing that man could sell or buy. I should've got this before, how can man create something which he already had!!? Because, it was never a thought, it was the whole machine he had. You planted the whole machine inside my head. You planted it in every head you created. It was that same machine which took me through those video games and terraces within moments. It was always that machine which took me to those days I wanted to relive. It was that Time machine which I had used while siting on that chair and the moment I got up from that chair, I knew it was in me.
Dear god I write this today, to thank. It is because of you that I now realize...the Time machine is Me.
"The Time machine" is one thought you put unanimously into the minds of every person on Earth. I am just one of them. For the past few months you have no idea how much I've wanted that machine in my life, for if I had it, I would have kept it so close to me that every heartbeat would have felt it before anything else, every pulse would have kissed it before anything else, and my very soul would have lived inside it. Dear God, why didn't you make that machine? Why did you leave just that thought when you know my thoughts mean nothing. But dear God, I think i know the answer now.
Had I had that machine, God you know it, I would have never grown up. Today I am 24, had I had that machine, I would have gone back to that 10 and would have never returned to this 24. I would have relived these 14 years a thousand times every day for the rest of my life. I would've gone back within moments to those days when I used to cry for anything I wanted and would get beaten up all over again by bro. I would've relived those nights when along with five guys the whole night was spent on a terrace staring into an empty sky and the only thing noticeable was the crap we said to each other. In a moment, I would have relived all those afternoons when I broke records in a video game and felt like Rambo. I wouldn't have let those afternoons go down with just a drink of Bournvita, nor would I have succumbed to Mom's threats had I ever known that there''ll come a day when I'll have no video game or bournvita, a day when Mom's hundreds of miles away and those five guys would be in different places of the world; and that the terrace would be an empty space forever after. Dear God, i know why you didn't make that machine.
Dear God, I've been thinking about this for long. The world may be spinning on its own, but I do know that Time isn't some fabric you can tear into. It isn't some matrix you wont understand, nor is it some flowing water which takes you along. Time is just an element. It is an element just like others, just as obvious, just as simple. In a world where God's being put into particles, while I was lying on a chair laughing while remembering some old prank, I felt that I knew. I felt I knew that machine, the machine which could create those particles of time. The machine that could take me back to the day I wanted.Which when switched on would take me to that moment which I wanted to live again. That elusive machine which mankind has forever been trying to create. A machine which could take you to the day you wished. The only input to it being Time. Give it some time...and it will take you to the time you wished!
It was never a "thought" that you planted dear god, it was never something man could make. It wasn't some thing that man could sell or buy. I should've got this before, how can man create something which he already had!!? Because, it was never a thought, it was the whole machine he had. You planted the whole machine inside my head. You planted it in every head you created. It was that same machine which took me through those video games and terraces within moments. It was always that machine which took me to those days I wanted to relive. It was that Time machine which I had used while siting on that chair and the moment I got up from that chair, I knew it was in me.
Dear god I write this today, to thank. It is because of you that I now realize...the Time machine is Me.
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4 comments:
Hey buddy... Very nice one and touching.......
Laaved It!! Supperb...Keep thinking and pen down each thought of your's.....!!
:) nicely written.
Jimbly Superrb...
Vishnu... never thought that a scientist like you had a different angle as this... Oh I forgot. Even Albert Einstien was a good violinist.
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