Ckicken, egg and time travel

For a long time I’ve been intrigued by these ideas: our present is a consequence of our past and the effect foreknowledge has on our future. And this other concept that what we do or what happens to us is entirely independent of our past actions or our knowledge of things prior to their occurrence is also something that I have been lately thinking about.

I was at Sirifort Auditorium (Delhi) last night, watching ‘What is Done is Done!’ an adaptation of Macbeth, which has a great deal of premonition thing going on in it. However, that didn’t get me thinking about these concepts. What did or at least what started the train of thoughts was the conclusion one of the clowns in the play arrived at – that God is a chicken (so bye-bye KFC was an immediate reality for millions, god-fearing or not). How does it matter if it was said in a play, you say. Well, to that I’d say, do not underestimate the power of fiction, not when you know some of these have divided humanity along really absurd lines – such as one man’s food is another man’s god. O but I digress!

So today, on Easter, I woke up with a deep craving for egg. And as if on cue, last night’s observation rushed up my throat and I burped, ‘I know who lays Easter eggs!’ What an epiphany! Now let’s go back to the matter at hand. Past. Present. Future. What have eggs and chickens got to do with philosophical ramblings about time? Well, they certainly exist in time for one and one of the oldest riddles about evolution involves an egg and a chicken.

All that aside, I have just this bit of confusion: if someone at a table is enjoying his/her tandoori chicken and another person (out of spite or just with a weird sense of humour, like mine) travels back in time and makes an omelette of the egg whence came the aforementioned chicken, would the piece of mouth-watering tandoori vanish from the plate or would both the omelette and the tandoori chicken make both the individuals happy in different timelines? Someone build me a time machine, please!

PS. While am at it, I might also go ahead and destroy Skynet and thereby Genisys. You can thank me later humankind and James Cameron.




Thoughts that crossed my mind on the 31st of August, 2016

Heavy rain.

The leaves on a peepal branch, which cranes into the privacy of my balcony,
dance with a vigour common to those souls that break into a frenzy, whenever a wayward wind carries a whiff of love – even if it’s a rumour – their way.

The sadism of the drops settle for a gentle tap or two; I dress the bruises – result of my gaze transfixed at the unabashed display of ecstasy, delirium really, by the supple leaves which now, as after an unexpected denouement, dangle by a thin rope, spun of despair – and leave for work, two hours late than usual.

The bus moves slow, the traffic slower.

The driver of this DTC bus flouts about a dozen traffic rules, and so do the others on the road. Nobody, including me, gives a damn.

Two hours of rain is a calamity here, and so rule of law is suspended.

Even in the face of calamity, the world outside, a stretch of green backdrop littered with the greys and whites of automobiles and occasionally dabbed with colourful lifeforms, crams itself, to my pleasure, into the window with an impressionistic filter on it.

The romantic in me does not let this chance slip away; it immediately makes a mental note to taunt Instagram, when I write about this experience.

I wonder what my colleague would make of it. A look of disgust is certain from her, which would make me question my hopeless romantic ways, only to lose myself again to it and marvel at the epiphanic quality of something like, “Sir, if I get a 5 rupee munchie to go with a cup of tea worth 7 rupees, the whole equation of 7+3 = 10 will go for a toss.”