Black, White and Red
He loved to see her smoke. She just sat there on the red plastic chair and smoked her third cigarette, trying to make smoke rings but failing every time. It somehow made him feel good to see her doing that. Why? He didn’t know. Just made him feel happy. He didn’t want a reason.
“So, where is this leading to?”, she turned her head slowly and fixed her eyes on him.
“Huh? ...What?”, he managed.
“Where is our non-existent conversation heading towards?”, she explained, slowly drawing in the smoke.
“Oh!” he said, gathering himself, “Well, nowhere in particular but then again, there is a finite probability that it’s heading towards an infinite number of conclusions.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”, she retorted, blowing out slowly towards him.
He blew back playfully at the smoke, “Well, it’s very non-existence implies an infinite imaginary existences, and…”
“So, what you mean to say is that…”, she cut him off.
“…Is that instead of taking something to be non-existent, why not imagine a whole plethora of possibilities in its place. It’s a cool thing to think about.”
“So, that’s what you like to do all the time? Sit and imagine?”, she asked, looking up at the garden umbrella.
“No, not really. I just like to keep my head open to all possibilities. You see, the universe is governed by the Uncertainty Principle and what it basically says is that the universe is intrinsically probabilistic: nothing is absolutely certain. So if nothing is absolutely certain, there is a small but finite uncertainty associated with it. This small uncertainty gives rise to an infinity of alternate possibilities.”, he paused for effect.
“Hmmm…”, she pondered. The cigarette had almost burnt out.
“So, we can’t be entirely certain about the non-existence of the conversation and hence we must accept the fact that there could have been an infinite number of conversations between us during that brief moment…”
“Have you always been this logically inclined?”, she enquired, flicking the cigarette butt away.
“Well, most of the time, I speak utter nonsense. Like the last few minutes in our conversation. And the interesting part is people are easily convinced that whatever I say is very serious and ‘logical’. Not for a second do they think that I have been pulling their legs all along. I like it that way…”
“Hmmm…really?”, she said, smiling a bit.
“So, where is this leading to?”, she turned her head slowly and fixed her eyes on him.
“Huh? ...What?”, he managed.
“Where is our non-existent conversation heading towards?”, she explained, slowly drawing in the smoke.
“Oh!” he said, gathering himself, “Well, nowhere in particular but then again, there is a finite probability that it’s heading towards an infinite number of conclusions.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”, she retorted, blowing out slowly towards him.
He blew back playfully at the smoke, “Well, it’s very non-existence implies an infinite imaginary existences, and…”
“So, what you mean to say is that…”, she cut him off.
“…Is that instead of taking something to be non-existent, why not imagine a whole plethora of possibilities in its place. It’s a cool thing to think about.”
“So, that’s what you like to do all the time? Sit and imagine?”, she asked, looking up at the garden umbrella.
“No, not really. I just like to keep my head open to all possibilities. You see, the universe is governed by the Uncertainty Principle and what it basically says is that the universe is intrinsically probabilistic: nothing is absolutely certain. So if nothing is absolutely certain, there is a small but finite uncertainty associated with it. This small uncertainty gives rise to an infinity of alternate possibilities.”, he paused for effect.
“Hmmm…”, she pondered. The cigarette had almost burnt out.
“So, we can’t be entirely certain about the non-existence of the conversation and hence we must accept the fact that there could have been an infinite number of conversations between us during that brief moment…”
“Have you always been this logically inclined?”, she enquired, flicking the cigarette butt away.
“Well, most of the time, I speak utter nonsense. Like the last few minutes in our conversation. And the interesting part is people are easily convinced that whatever I say is very serious and ‘logical’. Not for a second do they think that I have been pulling their legs all along. I like it that way…”
“Hmmm…really?”, she said, smiling a bit.
posted by The Absolutist @ 2:16 AM
4 Comments:
what is more disheartening to a budding blogger than '0 comments'??
-'1 comment' by himself!
hehe...actually I was wondering what to say :-0
I think you're A Douglas Adams worshipper
hmm, you got a point there, .how sad, very bad. but how can ppl comment if all of them like me decide to skip the rest of the blog after the 1st few lines and jump to the conclusion :p
infact i was surprised to see comments and what do you know ,there where two :) a crime to not post a 3rd.
Is the looney libberswick of llapland nandini? absolutist is gairik? but then there are so many gairiks and mrs jones' and ...what is going on?? :O gairik, why do you ppl post on your own blogs as other bloggers,very confusing dada,anyway change the playlist now?pls :)
PS: nandini's blogs are mind blowing! i was shocked. dont know if i was repulsed by her thought process or awed by a mind beyond my understanding, operating at a way higher level beyond simple mortals.
if the terrorists got so confused reading their holy scriptures i wonder what they would make of this ;)i think it would make their heads explode.Its a secret weapon that blog ,i tell you!
PS to ms. loony: this is definitely not sarcasm but i really am too confused to say if this is a compliment (i think it is :) but dont mind, infact it has to be a compliment otherwise how can i ask you if i can borrow your tremelo lever for a day? i want to try it out on my guitar and see if i really want to buy one (pacifica's tremelos are 350 bucks for that silly screwed on lever):O
pls pls gairik borrow it from her if she says yes, then ill try it out.:) thank you
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