Atomic story (Part 1)

I am an atom and this is an atomic story. Let’s start from the beginning: my birth. One moment there was nothing and another moment, I was in this world complete and fully functional atom. I don’t know how I came to be. There were already many atoms when I came that made me not feel lonely. To tell you the truth, our world is a very fascinating world. There are many varieties of atoms: light, heavy, gas, liquid, metal, explosive, inert. Even within one variety, there are many different atoms and each atom has its own character. Sometime when Sodium comes closer to a Chlorine atom, they join and form a common salt molecule. But other times, they just stare at each other and decide to move their own way. Same with Hydrogen and Oxygen atoms. Sometime one of each will join and together they will go searching for another Hydrogen atom to form water. Other time, they will not even look at each other. Very weird! There are many such weird examples in this world.

Over the course of centuries, many atoms had tried find a meaning of the existence of atomic life. They had devoted their entire lives to seek an answer to this. Some of them found the answer and became enlightened atoms. According to these enlightened atoms, we should not expect anything particular to happen as a result of our actions. We ought to just do our job and let nature take its own course. They also said that our job is very easy: basically to do nothing. Things just happen. Some external forces just moved us here and there. But contrary to the wise advice, most atoms keep on trying to do something and expect something to happen as a result. Some atoms make molecules when they find the atoms they like under the right circumstances. Some atoms form molecule with same kind of atoms. There are some atoms that preferred to stay with other atoms without actually forming a molecule. In all these case, these atoms do something and expect something to happen. Unfortunately and as explained by the enlightened atoms, the results are never guaranteed. This causes many atoms to become frustrated and stressed out. Some atoms have even committed suicide. Those are always very tragic moments. We do not actually want any atoms to take their own lives.

According to some rumors there are things called humans that are very powerful and we cannot see them. Also according to these rumors, humans can use their very special powers to force molecules and even atoms apart. Taking molecules apart is okay but taking the atoms apart is considered sacrilegious. We have seen some atoms collide with each other at very high speed for no apparent reason and split into pieces. Some conspiracy theorists posit that these high speed collisions are caused by the same humans. Some atoms are not very happy with this. They do not like the fact that humans have such a tremendous power over atomic life and death. They have created a group to plan a resistance against the human beings. A very first plan is to form poison molecules. If they somehow get these poison molecules inside the humans, they can actually be killed. I do not know what killing meant but I do not like the sound of it. At the same time, being a young atom and after having heard so much about the humans, I also want to know what happens. Whether the plan succeeds or not? Then, out of the blue these atoms invite me to one of their secret meetings. I heartily agree to attend.

The Life

(This is part of a series of posts written in a story format. I will update this over time to include links to other related posts)

Life is a sequence of choices and coincidences. The choices, though, depends on the preparedness. Coincidences, as it says, are just coincidences which the person has no control over. Some of these choices and coincidences represent opportunity and recognizing an opportunity and making the right choice requires a lot of wisdom and experience. Knowing that everybody gets a chance and maybe even second or third chance requires a lot of missed opportunities and patience. After twenty-five years of searching for an answer to the question – ‘What is a big person?’ – He finally realized that there is no unversal answer. No one was universally a big person. Everyone was big or small relative to one’s vantage point both in space and time. A person might be a big person at some point in time, who later might become insignificant. Similarly, a person might be a big person in one place and he might be nobody in another.

There were even more important questions in his mind. What is life? A long slow march to death? What is the purpose of life? A powerful person’s life. A rich person’s life. A poor person’s life. King’s life. Queen’s life. Does it make any difference? Ultimately everyone dies and how a person plans to die greatly affects the way he lives. Though not many people even think about dying let alone think about how to die. He had a plan on how he wanted to die.

Little guy

(This is part of a series of posts written in a story format. I will update this over time to include links to other related posts)

This is the story of a little guy who wanted to be big when he grew up. He was very little and didn’t know what it meant to be big. But he reckoned someone must know because his father always told him to be a big person when he grew up and he just needed to find that guy. First he asked his friends. He actually wanted to ask his father. Unfortunately, his father was out to work that day and ended up asking his own friends. They didn’t know what ‘to be a big person’ meant. Then he asked his big sister and big brothers. His sister said, ‘when you are a big person, you can do whatever you want.’ That sounded good! His brother said, ‘big person has a lot of money’. Now, he was certain he wanted to be big. Right at that moment mom came in. ‘Mom might know?’ he thought. He ran over to her and asked, ‘Mom, what is a big person?’ She had just come back after working the whole day at the field. It took a while for her to figure out what he was asking. ‘A big person is one who knows a lot of things, who is not afraid, who works hard, studies hard.’ Now, he was completely confounded. He had thought he knew what a big person was and just wanted to confirm, but she gave a completely new definition. ‘I will wait till father comes back. He must know the definitive answer. He is the one who always talks about being a big person.’ he thought.

He went outside. The sun was more than half way down. There were vegetable patches close by and a small fruit garden little farther down the field. They had about two acres of land. He didn’t like playing in the field. There was still some time left before it got dark. He went to find his friends. Three of his friends were playing football on the school playground. By the time he came back home, it was dark already. Dinner was ready. After dinner, he went to ask his father. ‘Father, what is a big person?’ Mom heard and smiled. ‘What?’ his father asked. ‘What is a big person?’ he asked again.