He was standing at the middle of a crossroad; probably everyone stood there atleast once or probably no one did ever. He was never sure of this part of the universe, probably no one was or probably every one was. It was a crossroad of thoughts, beliefs, murmurs, whispers, silence, screams or perhaps just an empty space.
While a civilization was celebrating life under the hypnotic music of moonlight at one side of the road, a society of thinkers and philosophers was chanting requiems for themselves and for their society below a gloomy rain at the other side of the road. Rest of the roads were either so much covered with snow and fog that nothing was visible or were too bright to ramble and focus upon. A chime from some far church started to amplify behind a junkyard in the woods. The voices of profanity, wisdom, rejoice, sadness, hunger and perhaps everything harmonized with the sound of that chime.
Bang!
Dey got up of his dream.
Dey was one of the most respected professors of his college. Born to a criminal lawyer and a house wife, Dey was blessed with most of the facilities possible in the city. It so happened once that a dejected old man, who lost a case to his father's client came crying at his home one midnight. His repetitive half an hour yelling turned out to be a first good enough reason for Dey to ponder about sufferings. Psychology may have defined that impulsive behavior with unknown assumptions and predictions, but for Dey, to understand the origins of whims and caprices had no meaning. There was melancholy in the wind outside his home and hidden desire to celebrate sadness inside his mind. The old man's pleading - "No one likes me and no one cares about me" got engrossed for ever in his memories.
Dey was then only eight years old, but he was very much convinced, overwhelmed and disgusted for this fate to human. Although, he did not choose to by solve the mysteries of life like Buddha, but since that day, his subconscious brain probably realized its scope to dominate Dey. For the next few days, whenever he slept, he could only dream devastations and echoes of that old man utterance. For the other few days he saw himself running away from his home to some unknown destinations for some unknown reasons. He never disclosed his childhood dreams to his father, as he feared and hated him.
Dreams frightened him, dreams thrilled him and dreams encouraged him to weave his own universe. At the age of ten, he started taking interest in dreams of other people. Once when he was assigned "family" as a topic for his school drawing competition, he asked his mother to share colours and intensity of her dreams, and then he tried to spray colours of voices and sounds of his servant's daughter. He submitted it to his teacher with a layer of text written over it . It was from his father's diary...
"मेरी कल्पनाओं की उड़ान इक दिन आस्मां को चूमेगी;
मेहंदी के छीटें बिखेरती दुल्हन बनकर झूमेगी..."
Dey, reputed as a shy and introvert student of his class, topped his school in secondary school examinations. He always had more inclinations towards mathematics. He believed that maths will help him to align all the patches of dreams, that he captured as texts, music pieces, drawings etc since his childhood days and span a world out of it. He joined a reputed college of mathematics and spent lots of his time in library to code and decode his patches.
After years of his researches and lots of human interactions, he was able to find some broken links to map dreams. He was very much obsessed with his findings and often struggled against himself for the acceptance of dominance of reality, his mind and his dreams. He chose the dominance of dreams over all other factors.
Society is like fast food. The more you try to make it enticing, the more it rots. Dey was very much confident to build a platonic society inside his dreams. He started working on a space capsule, where people could spend atleast few hours of their lives in a platonic dream world. He spent sleepless nights and days gathering informations and patching them for his research. Yesterday, he got very tired and slept for few hours with a alarm in his watch.
He was standing at the middle of a crossroad. People met, societies amalgamated and civilizations merged. The fog faded away and left violence, greed, lust, hatred, bloodsheds, stampede and their justifications.
Bang! The alarm clock ranged. Dey woke up. Tears dropped off Dey's eyes.
