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ABHIJIT KARNIK
First Indian Edition 2008, published by Coriander Books.
© ABHIJIT KARNIK
Coriander Books
[A Division of PrimeTime Publishing]
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ISBN: 978-81-8372-043-4
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To Ni and Ka
The Class of IC2K
PROLOGUE ............................................................................. 1
Did y o u g
gee t t h e m e s s a g e?
You sure got the message! In the event you didn’t, you ought to read this
book.
It does not promise to reveal the many secrets about the Universe, though it
takes a pot-shot at them. There are no words of wisdom that will make sense to
the sensible — folks who consider other peoples’ opinion or writing as level-
headed.
This book is a mirror. You may look-in and sound-out theories that seem
outrageous or downright nonsensical.
If you’ve read this far, I strongly recommend that you read further too.
But first a quick reminder:
“BUY ME!”
Ab e
This novel is about Abe. There is no intention to offer a powerful introduction
to the central character of the book — just a précis about him would suffice. After
all, this work charts Abe’s nature, character, his progress, metamorphosis and
eventual destiny.
So, without much ado, let’s present Abe.
Abe is a typical above-average guy. By calling him above-average, I indicate
that he is neither the re-incarnation of Albert Einstein nor Bozo, the Clown. With
a measured IQ of 136, Abe is supposed to possess a mental age far advanced than
his physical age. But as they say, “Standardized intelligence tests are as much a
measure of intelligence as the barometer is the measure of wind velocity.” So the
figure136 fails to reveal a great deal about Abe.
By the way, this work is also intended to explore the unsaid. Abe is the typical
boy next door, all right. By the expression, ‘boy next door,’ one is usually tempted
to think of a Greek God staying incognito for a momentary duration to allow
some inexplicable curse to wear off. This is what they usually do in the movies.
The guy/gal next door is also essentially the next Ms Universe or Mr
Underpants-Outside-Trousers-Superhero. Abe is not. He won’t be donning a cape
and flying around the world, at night. Also he won’t fall for the most beautiful
babe in town. He’s what we simply emphasize as the ‘boy next door.’
Yet he remains the central character of this book.
1. Dull D
Du a y iin
Da nCCll a s s
It was a beautiful day. The perfect day when one ought to be in the open,
driving down an empty highway, wind blowing through one’s hair, or maybe
lazing by the pool in a cozy deck chair.
The Sun was partly obscured by the clouds. The hide-and-seek effect it was
creating was what gets you into the mood for poetry, or activity that spawns the
need for poetry.
“But this is the very problem,” thought Abe. He was stuck in a room with a
dull white coloured wall listening to a teacher, a good teacher, who, for once,
failed to hold his attention. “This is the very problem,” continued Abe, albeit to his
own self. He had come to realize through painful experiences that asking simple
questions or making even simpler statements aloud could invite a great deal of
trouble. For instance, there was a time, when in 2nd Grade, Abe had made that
mistake, for the first and maybe the last time.
The textbook said in bold words, “Air is everywhere.” He had also read
sometime before about this thing called space, where you couldn’t stay without a
spacesuit because there was no air. Besides, it was also inconveniently filled with
something called vacuum. He had found out that spacesuits were not available at
the local clothes shop, which meant that not many kids went into space. But the
thought that you could float made it a very lucrative playground for him. By the
time he finished a game of space-tag in his mind, the teacher had finished the
lecture too.
“Do you have any questions?” The funny thing about this question is that no
one is supposed to answer. You are supposed to look at the pretty girl sitting on the
chair to your right. You think it was addressed to her, while she looks at you and
thinks it was addressed to the clown on her left.
But that day, way back in 2nd Grade, Abe had broken the rule. He had raised
his hand and before the teacher could ignore his pitiable but defiant attempt to
break the rule, he said, “I have read there is no air in space.” What followed next
was something that Abe would like to forget. There was also a reason why Abe
was remembering his gaffe today. There was something in common. Both were
beautiful days.
Time is a great teacher. As time progressed, Abe realized that all the knowledge,
which lecturers imparted, was simply outdated. It was not the fault of the
They say that opposites attract. It is not known who those ‘they’ are, but
when it came to Abe and Nilesh, nothing better proved ‘their’ statement. Given
their profiles [Abe and Nilesh], nobody could say that the duo shared even a single
conversation together. On the contrary, they were the best of friends. Their
association started on the day the college began. Abe found Nilesh seated behind
him, claiming to be from a school which, Abe felt, produced intelligent, but absolute
bozos. To Abe, Nilesh was not exactly a bozo — it seemed that their wavelength
matched to some extent. This was where their similarities ended.
Nilesh was suave, a natural lady-charmer. He’d disagree, but Abe would
back up his claim with numbers. Nilesh was also passionate about his waistline
and food. Though these two passions don’t go well together, he managed to
strike the right balance. He also liked playing tennis and pranks. He was a good
singer. He hated computers and engineering alike and suffered from Monday
morning sickness — a dislike for spending two hours of the first day of the week
doing carpentry or plumbing in the workshop. He also had a no-nonsense attitude
towards other people, which he relaxed a little for Abe. This was probably why
they were such good friends. Abe and Nilesh were different. Abe wasn’t anything
that Nilesh was. He was, well, different.
The two friends managed to escape from the class after the first lecturer left
and the other entered. They, as usual, went to their hideout. It was not exactly a
hideout. There was nothing like a hideout on their college campus.
The first thought that struck Abe about the campus, on seeing it for the first
time, was, “Gosh, it is so naked.” He had begun to imagine a fierce gun-battle
raging on the campus and the apparent difficulty anyone could face while going
from one block to the other.
The so-called hideout was a secluded place on the north side of Block-B. It
was the perfect location for people not wanting to attend classes on such a beautiful
day. Funnily, Nilesh and Abe were the only ones there. It didn’t matter to them.
Their spot was empty and they flopped down there. Both of them liked the place
for a reason. Trees. It was shady and cool. To top it all, there was a clearing in the
foliage above. While the Sun did not shine on them directly, the sky would still be
visible without hindrance. This had another advantage too. Sitting under trees
afforded the hazard of being targeted by frightened or pissed-off birds. To be hit
by bird droppings was less probable. Abe proved to Nilesh through trajectory
calculations, compounded with vectorial deflection by wind, the probability of a
bird actually wanting to ‘drop’ into a clearing barely 12 feet across on two loafing
individuals. This theory was soon rewarded, not by a Nobel Prize in Physics, but
by Nilesh’s thwack on Abe’s head with a large textbook.
Great minds tend to think at the most inappropriate times. Nilesh and Abe
were soon engaged in a rather one-sided discussion relating to probabilities, while
lying on the grass and watching the clouds float by.
“So, what do you think? Probability of everything happening or not happening
lies between 0 and 1,” rambled Abe, while Nilesh was trying to wonder if the last
cloud that went by was a Double Sundae or Black Forest Delight. “This means,
everything, however improbable, is actually probable until something otherwise
has already happened. After all, we only talk of probability of events that are yet
to occur. Otherwise, the probability of the event simply shifts invariably and
unchangeably to either 0 or 1.” A whimper from Nilesh indicated that he was not
exactly enjoying it. Abe knew it was weak resistance.
He pressed on, “Now, consider knowledge. We don’t have it all. We are here
and we’ll spend another two-and-a-half years trying to gain some. What is the
probability that we will gain anything, if at all, out of it?”
“Given the present circumstances, as we are skipping lectures, the probability
of us not gaining something is right now tipping towards 1,” interjected Nilesh.
“What the fish is that?” asked Abe. As an unspoken rule, both Abe and Nilesh
desisted from using the actual 4-letter expletive.
Abe was in no mood to wait for Nilesh to respond. He was already bending
over the curious object that was lying in the grass. He had a deep feeling that this
was something not ordinary. There was nothing groundless in that feeling. After
all, how many things actually drop out of nowhere in a blinding flash of light and
are normal? For Trekkies, this would be pretty normal. “Beam me up, Scotty!” is
probably the most famous phrase Captain James Tiberius Kirk reportedly never
used, although it’s been attributed to him. However, even a hardcore Trekkie
would surely be surprised if a Klingon were to materialize in their drawing
room, while watching Star Trek.
Abe found the thing to be somewhat cold. He actually expected it to be warm.
He was imagining a fiery entry into the Earth’s atmosphere, wherein friction would
drive up the temperatures in the thousands range. But he realized that the thought
was absurd. If the object had taken the normal entry route through the Earth’s
atmosphere, assuming it came from outer space, the object would not have just
plopped down on the grass without leaving a sizable crater. By trying to push the
equations of terminal velocity and gravitational acceleration floating in his head,
out into the void of space, Abe was playing with the absurdity of expectation. All
was valid as long as the event was normal. This event was not normal. “Logically
illogical,” thought Abe. “This one is definitely not normal, so the object not being
warm is certainly normal… Abnormally normal.”
He picked it up. It was seemingly a simple electronic gadget, with a
translucent rectangle at the top, which seemed to be a kind of display. A little
below, he saw there was some kind of activity. It was as if the object was re-
organizing its structure. Abe half expected it to be some kind of a door that
opened for a small alien to pop out, and say, “Hello Earthling! I come in peace.
Take me to your leader!”
“Logically illogical!” thought Abe, again. How would the alien know he was an
Earthling, a resident of Earth? How would the alien know the 3rd rock from the Sun
was actually called ‘Earth’, that too only by a select part of the large population of
life that inhabits it? How would it know the existence of a societal structure among
the most dominant species of ‘Earth’? And lastly how would it know that Abe, a
representative of life on ‘Earth’, understood English?
While he was running berserk with his thought train, Abe felt a kind of a
funny singing sound in his head. It was just like singing of electric wires, which
seems to happen at times. Most people never notice this because we have no
time to look around and try to figure out sounds coming from somewhere. But
***
5. T h e F ir s t Q
Quues tio n
Abe watched the changing structure on the surface as it formed itself into the
QWERTY keyboard.
“Your request has been granted!”
The words were accompanied by the ebbing and disappearance of the singing
sound.
“Let me introduce myself.”
Words continued to form on the display.
“I am the ‘Guide to Existence.’”
“To explain my presence here, you first need to understand the Theory of
Multiverses.”
The display started changing rapidly, scrolling the text, but only as fast as Abe
could read it.
“Multiverses are a result of the laws surrounding the Big Bang. To the
uninitiated, this is the event that brought all the universes into existence. The
perspective to the whole event cannot be explained to an individual in a direct
way since an individual is constrained by the limited perspective of their small
segment… of their own instance of the multiverse compounded by the limited
awareness of dimensions. It is like trying to explain to an individual, who is a part
of a 2-D existential instance, that there is another plane or another existential
instance above him. It would not make sense to the individual since s/he doesn’t
know the meaning of ‘above’ , or correctly put, s/he lacks the ability to be aware
of ‘Above’.
Hence, poetic liberties with similes are put to use to explain the multiverses.
The Big Bang is like, well simply put, a big bomb going off. The basic law that we
picture in this event is that of ‘Conservation of Momentum.’ According to it, we
see that the movement of individual fragments moving away is directly related to
the movement of other fragments to bring the sum total of momentum to zero.
The Big Bang in the nth dimension is also similar. Now, though this is an unexplained
postulate, owing to the limitation of granularity of ‘matter’ at that level, the
explosion resulted not only in fragments of the lowest possible size, but also of the
same size.
Like in bomb fragments the individual fragment is not necessarily inert; it
could be dynamically evolving as it moves further. This, effectively, is the
occurrence of diverse events following the occurrence of the Big Bang. However,
this is seen only for the singular fragment or universe instance.
From a broader perspective, fragments moving in relatively similar directions
are linked to each other. By certain methods, it is possible to traverse across such
interlinked universes. There are chances that the progression of events is similar; it
may also be possible to find individuals who are exact copies of individuals from
your own instance of the Universe.”
To Abe, this was pretty heavy-duty stuff as the concept of ‘above’ would be
to the resident of a two-dimensional world. The next question was quite obvious,
“Why me?”
The Guide was ready for this. The display continued to scroll showing new
words.
“Abehin and Niehin were perplexed with the same question as maybe you
are. Do you know the question? Niehin was the first to come up with it. Abehin
It also holds a mirror that reflects only one image. Your own
— while you're in college!
What's more, Abe does not carry a cape and “fly” around the
world. He'll also never “fall” for the most beautiful babe in town,
even when he's “hypnotized” by her alluring eyes.
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