A FABLE BY HAZARDIOUS MIND







You again prove that you never expect me to be yours and you seem me a culprit, flirt and hypersensitive. That's why you refuse to send your photos by making a lame excuse that you don't give any one your photo. Let me stay with your imaginative appearance.







Your imaginative appearance is so fair. When she (Your imaginative appearance) walks down on the street of Delhi, people enchantingly look at her. her cute face is as though a shiny moon. When I picture her smiling face, and I see the flash of her amicable teeth, there is a whim in my mind to perceive myself happy. When they glitter, the stars dive into the black hole losing their orbital .when she wears an Indian classical dress, believe me, she looks a real fairy. Sometimes I suggest her to wear an orna in order to save herself from bad eyes (vad nazar) of people. But her brightness enhances more by wearing this and my soul sings -

parde me rah ne du ,

parda na otha o ,

parda jo oth giya tu bedth khul ja ya …..

(Let me be kept with hijab. If it is uncovered , the myth of it will be publish publicly)



The queen of ancient Egypt, Cleopatra, tosses up her head from the grave hearing the fairness of her and orders her solders to imprison her (Your imaginative appearance) that no one can admire her fairness. Hitler stops bombardment when her hair waves abruptly by breeze.





Yes … she comes in my room at every night and says "hi!

Now sleep and prepare for next day. Don't think about me. I won't be your wife. I am just your chum. Study well. " Leaving me alone by making sound on her slipper. Mozart forgets to procreate the rhythm on the musical instrument by hearing her slipper's sound.





Last night she came to my room. I asked her "why don't you give me your photo?"

"I come to your home every night. That's enough! Whereas I am an imaginative appearance-you can only feel my existence" she stopped while I looked at her folly and was absence-minded. "Zafar! What happens?" "Nothing! …I mean I am hiding into your eyes!" hesitantly i murmured, she laughed and said, "I am only an imaginative appearance like genie. No one can snap my photo by any earthen camera ""When would you come to my real life?" she smiled and wrapped me with a thinly blanket "the immortal time knows well!" she whispered.

imaginative appearance never comes to reality? ………..I don't know .Do you know -Nisha?



And to night she comes at my room when I am busy to learn my lesson on my PC. "Have you had your supper yet?"

I startle up hearing her voice. " It's you? …Nisha! "



"Why so late?"

"Cosmic ray has made me late to squeeze out from one location to another"

The room is calm for some moments. Time withers away…

I heed attention on my PC and typing on .she moves the mouse and saves the running doc. She shuts it down. "What hell are you doing?" angrily I say. She laughs loudly at my behavior "I know you can't be infuriate yourself"- her word pinches me and I am roaring like an angry cat. I feel her fingers at my shoulder " my late coming infuriates… "

" I never wane hear any excuse. All practical girls are same. They hate the h.y.p.e.r.s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e... ."



She sits aside me and her eyes are about watery " I am not as practical as you think. I am invented by a hazardous mind. The mind developed me day by day using h-prolog language. The mind implemented all human emotions into me making a procedure called -digital emotion. " my angriness is cooling watching her such emotional expression .To make her stay here long, I intellectually ask " could you explain -digital emotion?" she wipes off her tears.



"My nervous system is same as human's nervous system and there are a lots of sensors webbing on my body. Fuzzy logic is implemented to express all human behavior randomly. I could bet, my emotional feeling is more acceptable to others than yours."



"actually you are blonde ! and that's why all want to whisper to you. Even the Adam was crazy to the eve !", perhaps I've added oil to a fire .

" stop such idiotic word ! respect the prophets . Religion makes the civilization well and peace is spread in humans' minds due to religion." She goes on telling rapidly.



"But Nisha! Do you believe in god? Many people say there is no god."



"Yes! I believe in god. I have a lot of evidence having only one god. Can you tell me -what is time, Zafar?"



" Time is time as I know " i say," No! Time is not time. Time is an undefined dimension (all scientists fail to define) that takes a vital part in nature. Without this dimension, no incident is happen. Before big bang and after big crunch, time exists .The another name of time is god and eventually Mr. Hawking says in his book 'a brief history of time'- now I heed attention to understand the mind of god." My younger sister knocks the door "Please, join the supper"

Nisha wants to disappear hearing the knocking sound. I catch her hand "Please, don't go away."

She snatches her hand away and abruptly disappears.



I am going to join the supper. At dining table, mum asks me" nowadays, I've seen that your behavior is changed? When you are alone at your room, everybody says you talk to somebody? is it true? " Mum pours sup from the pot to my plate.

"mm…. I recite some verses from the rubiyat of the poet Rummy every night and I'm getting by heart them every night " mum looks at me as though she understands my pretends.







It's now midnight, I am reading a book "the Koran , cosmology & big bang "

over last decade, I was confused having any god . in order to find out him, a lots of books from different religion I went through them and eventually I got the evidence .now I thank him since he show me the path of his own. At least 0.5% people in human civilization over century to century are atheist & rest of them are theist. . Although they are theist, there are a lots of religion in the world. Peoples follow different religions always think they are right in spite of worshipping earthen dolls, trees, stones & even worshipping or prostrating toward the sculpture of the prophet or saint or priest . why they do such things ? they belief these objects will request to the almighty or they are partners of the Almighty or even they think Almighty allows those objects to worship them & worshipping them is a way to be near to Almighty .

while I was confused at god, I thought religions are pigsty .i don't know why I thought so? May be it was an output of studying Darwinism or socialism .However I began to study allots & found the basis of the Darwinism is nothing but influence of accepting atheism .let human race started from the ape. Over billions of years, it turns into human. But the question, arise why this evaluation is stop at this point? Why not we be some newly creatures? No answer – pleases me yet.

Nisha may come next night at my room. Each night she comes, chats and disappears. Would real Nisha come to my life as this virtual appearance comes! But she wouldn't .Because she lives in Delhi and I live in Dhaka .Had we were born in same place!

I hardly expected her tonight but she is standing beyond my chair and she softly pat my shoulder with her smooth fingers. Nowadays whenever she comes, she stand beyond me softly pats me.I know now I have to close the book otherwise she will be infuriated. Some time I feel jeer at her by paying no attention to her. When she infuriates herself her face looks reddish .I love her this face .Today she looks so cute because she has worn a light blue color sharee. Can you imagine a piece of sky has come down into my room? A refresh blue sky of the sunny day And the piece of sky is moving at room here and there. "Nisha, move back" she turns back and I stretch my one hand to her back; very slowly I wriggler my hand down "what are doing? Have you forgotten I am an imaginative creation? Are you trying to make an intercourse?" she says; I burst into laugh hearing her folly words and I murmur to her "no" ,she says "then?" " I want to remove your removable chip in order to write some information that had never be included while I had designed the memory chip." "But have you forgotten that without removing chip I could write information permanently in two ways?" "HM…. O yes! You could; now I can remember the ways-watching method & conversation method. In watching method, you projectile a twin beam to a surface of an object directly & scan it, later you save it or write it to your register permanently." I say to her," On the other hand, while some paradoxes are solved theoretically & mathematically and are illustrated by you (since this part is dependant on your voice recognition) and you command me to write them to my register and I write them" she says. "And you prefer …?" "I prefer to conversation method! Because I like to chat with you" "same word Nisha Upadhaya used for .she expects me online to chat but she never expects me in her life. I expected to be hers but she has refused me saying I am not your cup of tea." "Really she delivered such word, Zafar?" "yes, neither I bear the pensive grief of this word nor I can wipe out her existence from my heart. Only I can enhance my perceiving for her." I feel snooze and there comes a yawn from me. Nisha understands it." Ok, today no more; now go to bed. We would discuss next night" she says. I think I should go to bed.



Now I am on bed and she stands by the bedding, she would not disappear until I fell asleep." Nisha, I love you " "I don't " she rapidly says ," neither you nor Nisha Upadhaya like to say me I love you" "Because its easy to say but difficult to do that why we both never say I love you" she says as though she is lecturing on behavior relationship in a university's class.