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The Perpendicular Universe Man In A Bottle
What is your biggest fear? Have you ever tried to slow down your high-paced life for a while and wasted a thought on the aforesaid? What are you afraid of? I don’t want your answer to be mere literal. I don’t want it to circle sheer material. Of course, you are afraid of cockroaches and lizards. But what I implore is something more significant. I want the meaningful you to give it a proper scrutiny. Just spend a thought. Brood over it. Slow down for a bit. Sit down for a while. Wear your thinking cap. Squeeze some time for yourself and think!

Aren’t you afraid of passing away incomplete? That one day death visits you out of the blue and you realize that you haven’t lived, and that you expected more from life? What if you hear the death knell tomorrow and you discern that there was a deed in you dying for an action, something you really wanted to do but couldn’t get enough time to sign it off?

Does it shatter you to know that you haven’t really done anything in your life? That you have been trying to simply earn the greens hitherto to just make a living? That all you did was a mere waste of your time? And that whatever you achieved so far didn’t matter at all? Does it hurt to know that you don’t really have any talents? That the word ‘talent’ simply betrays your distortion?

How does it feel to know that things left unsaid could have actually resurrected you from dead? What if the moments that you had let go inadvertently, were actually the ones you should have seized to get rid of the emptiness you feel?

Aren’t you afraid of disappearing in thin air? That one day people would forget you like you never existed? There wouldn’t be any stories sung or songs written in your name. That your existence wouldn’t garner fame? That your life would simply hammer into the ordinary?

Are you not afraid of not finding out your purpose in life? Doesn’t that bum you out? Not knowing the reason of your existence? Embracing the death hug with wool over your eyes? That you were conceived in darkness and that in the end, the same darkness is going to swallow you?

Are you not afraid of being locked up on this planet? Does it not bother you? That you can’t get out? What if the truth of it all is so excruciating that it shatters you to million pieces? Knowing the truth, is it not going to affect you? Don’t you have myriad expectations? What will happen to those stereotypes that you have been spoon fed by earthlings then?

My biggest fear is dying without being understood. Knowing that I shall perish without someone getting me implodes me. How pitiful that is! What a tragedy!

I am afraid that I might perish unbloomed. That something despicable will accidentally swallow me, chew me and spit me out without knowing my worth. I am afraid of dying unheard. That my shrieking voice would not make it anywhere. I am afraid that I might fall with this emptiness in my guts and that I would take it to my grave. I am afraid that my coffin would feel empty even with my dead presence. It bothers me to know that my dead would reek of death and not of a life lived.


I feel restless. As if the meaning of life has further inched its way into the dead blankets of obscurity. I am subconsciously aware of what I am doing. Just not sure why am I doing it. Every task I have taken, every job I did, reeks of a certain ‘way’ that someone from time has punched in my head. Placed into my way. Made it his own. I am ‘asked’ to tread on it. But why? Why didn’t they tell me why?

Why do you do a thing? Why do you do a particular kind of job? Who puts it into your head? To follow a certain thing? Why do you need to follow it in the first place?

Our lives are taught. Fetched, out of our own will, misled and misdirected just to engage ourselves in something meaningless and superficial. So that we don’t question back. So that we don’t bother look up into the sky for answers.

So puny I feel sometimes, not able to do anything about finding our creator. So many people who have access to what lies yonder, who are able to move freely in space, who defy gravity that keeps us together on ground, are so lucky, are so fortunate to be able to explore. If it is not about finding Him, it couldn’t be just about dying.

Humans are stereotyped engineers. Robots following orders from better and upgraded versions of other robots. No matter how much you know, how much you are aware about your exploit, you still cannot do anything about it. Just following, like puppets, every command fed in your head. So pointless our existence! Such meaningless our struggle for answers! Nothing drops by. Nothing makes it here. Nothing changes.

I wish to find You. I just wish, You take me away from all of this. I don’t care if it’s nothing but dark out there. I just wish to know the truth for once. For once I wish not to be lied to!