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The time machine saga
I looked at the apparently simple looking chair that sat infront of me and wondered, "If I became the future in the future ? Would I remember, the past of my past..
The present which is future, yet be present in everyway..
I would travel through the time ofcourse, future, present and past
But will I be in the present, while I am remember my past. "
He turned his head , took off his spectacles and shook his hair of the tiny rain particles that has gathered in his hair.
"A pack of rubbish", laughed my partner at work. Fellow scientists he called himself. We were making the time machine together. "I can not speak for others but you ande fellow scientist and main scientist , we will remembered and become almost like Gods for breaking the barrier science have never broken."
Since childhood time machine was a thought I had. I wanted to travel, yet there was not adequate resources to travel. My mother ensured I was fed well and had all relevant education, rest was frivulous. That long suppressed dream of making a time machine resurfaced when I joined the physics department of the renowned University. But the grants all went towards the need of the hour, Mars and Jupiter rovers. There was never any thing left for my project. I looked at the million of paper I had put together to present the case yet never got a chance to.
Well the ambition to do something was more in him than me. I only dreamt, he actually made it happened. I was better at inventions but he was better with planning and pushing me forward. As we neared the end , I felt that I would not want this. May be I would but in a different form. These thoughts often crowded my mind. He knew and laughed and shook me a little to say, "No we will not stop so close to success."
The focus of all of the world was now on us, as was the intense pressure to deliver. I hoped I will not disappoint him and all. Somewhere between meeting him and working with him, I had fallen in love. He knew and teased me lightly for it. He was not interested and I knew that. He had someone, a lover or wife, in my careless scientist mind on time and loops, I did not know. She called often and they had their chats while I made myself scarce and cried a few tears. But he was always kind and pampered me but never really loved me. I could do with a little love too, if he had something to spare from his lover.. just a little. And I will forever live with that memory of this jolly man, brilliant scientist and everything else, even as we closed our assignment and he moved away to his next. He did say soft words to me , encouraging me, asking me to eat, move, take care but I knew he was just being kind.
As I worked day in and day out, I missed the time when I will not have him to joke even as we cracked another difficult problem. So I lapped up what we had now, light caring. He did want me to slow down while keeping the science and media interested but I wanted to close this fast. It was one thing to present a paper, but...
The present which is future, yet be present in everyway..
I would travel through the time ofcourse, future, present and past
But will I be in the present, while I am remember my past. "
He turned his head , took off his spectacles and shook his hair of the tiny rain particles that has gathered in his hair.
"A pack of rubbish", laughed my partner at work. Fellow scientists he called himself. We were making the time machine together. "I can not speak for others but you ande fellow scientist and main scientist , we will remembered and become almost like Gods for breaking the barrier science have never broken."
Since childhood time machine was a thought I had. I wanted to travel, yet there was not adequate resources to travel. My mother ensured I was fed well and had all relevant education, rest was frivulous. That long suppressed dream of making a time machine resurfaced when I joined the physics department of the renowned University. But the grants all went towards the need of the hour, Mars and Jupiter rovers. There was never any thing left for my project. I looked at the million of paper I had put together to present the case yet never got a chance to.
Well the ambition to do something was more in him than me. I only dreamt, he actually made it happened. I was better at inventions but he was better with planning and pushing me forward. As we neared the end , I felt that I would not want this. May be I would but in a different form. These thoughts often crowded my mind. He knew and laughed and shook me a little to say, "No we will not stop so close to success."
The focus of all of the world was now on us, as was the intense pressure to deliver. I hoped I will not disappoint him and all. Somewhere between meeting him and working with him, I had fallen in love. He knew and teased me lightly for it. He was not interested and I knew that. He had someone, a lover or wife, in my careless scientist mind on time and loops, I did not know. She called often and they had their chats while I made myself scarce and cried a few tears. But he was always kind and pampered me but never really loved me. I could do with a little love too, if he had something to spare from his lover.. just a little. And I will forever live with that memory of this jolly man, brilliant scientist and everything else, even as we closed our assignment and he moved away to his next. He did say soft words to me , encouraging me, asking me to eat, move, take care but I knew he was just being kind.
As I worked day in and day out, I missed the time when I will not have him to joke even as we cracked another difficult problem. So I lapped up what we had now, light caring. He did want me to slow down while keeping the science and media interested but I wanted to close this fast. It was one thing to present a paper, but...
