The Oceanic-Event-Horizon

 

It was Digha’s sea beach—wild and ferocious. The uninterrupted pulse of the vast sea stirred a restless desire in me to engulf the water of the ocean. Finally, I could not hold back the call of the distant voice, the endless waves and the infinite force in myself which as if dragged me to plunge into the deep mystery and lore of sea water. While walking through the beach slowly, I suddenly put my feet inside the water and … and the tide, the soaking depth and the slight storm lifted me above the roaring waves of the sea. Alas !! I did not know how to balance or surf on waves. What a fool I was !! I swam with the flow of the waves, since I had no precise position nor velocity. And very naturally I was hypnotized by the Wild and Silver waves, smashing me into stiff gray boulders, I was little hurt.

However, I was calculating my mastery over the waves, that the biggest waves of the ocean which pulls up the bump are caused by the gravitational forces between the earth and the sun and the moon, and so on. The strong desire to enrich my mind's caskets begged me to obey the sea's tempting warning song. But I did not yield to its appeal. The ever changing, constant rhythmic tides and random silence ‘full of sound and fury signifying nothing’ were under my feet and I was going along with that. And I allowed the wandering currents carry me to the length of the other side. Obviously my mastery ditched me and I lost sight of the shore. I was devoured by the sea waves, or so to say, I was absolutely under the sea and was tossed by the waves of the sea hither and thither. I now became the toy of the untamed break of the rise and fall of the waves.  Gradually I was getting breathless and losing consciousness too.

But…wait… the CRASHING waves... SMASHING ocean consumed me like a black hole. The “loops,” or rings of the waves hooked me to a parallel universe― a bottomless pit …a fascinating phenomena …. I have heard that it devours everything and lets go of nothing whatever crosses its event-horizon… and now I was realizing slowly and surely the black hole is the ultimate prison for me now: once I am checked in, I can never get out, within which the density of the mass/energy becomes infinite, and the normal polite laws of physics will no longer be applied. Like the sea, its future possibilities are both intriguing and daunting. And friends !!! I was in a corresponding ‘event horizon’ in which matter is pulled inward, to a density beyond imagination. I was fearlessly elevated to the divine status. The possibility of time-travel gravity was so intense that I was captivated by the harmonic equations and theories that could predict things correctly. I was sure I would be in a different plane with a new metamorphosing scale. But when I took a closer look, I apprehended that there are many questions left unanswered into my minds’ abyss. I was caught in its arms that pulled me into the point of singularity. I knew it will split me, tear me to shreds.  Overwhelmed by its galactic stars, swimming through the yawning darkness ― me the innocent soul ― in no time, was munched through by the black hole. I was at a loss to this kind of dealing. This gravitational pull on my emotions was so strong at that time that nothing could escape it. The plunge of twinge in black hole was driving me insane. How can I find the light when all I see is darkness? This anxiety built up an emotional pain ― a battle between trying to escape and being hauled deeper. Lo !!! I was carried back to the ocean floor. I thought my time here at the ocean was coming to an end, oh !! so close my time at this young age. My prayers fell unto deaf ears too apathetic to listen, …. Oh!! My books, my exams, Oh ! Oh! There was no end of ‘aha’… and ‘oh’.. . And I would leave now, leaving behind a part of me that would forever remain a part of the mighty sea. Every song on the mental back up would sound like goodbye-cry.

My friends !!! Wait for a moment!!! I was quantum-plating the nature of my existence Anyway, the upshot of the math is that a black hole sucks in matter, even light can’t escape its gravity; but on the other side it spits it out the new universe. This makes what we know of as―wait for it―a wormhole. So I was hopeful to come fresh in a new incarnation. I must be floating somewhere in the fourth dimension. I felt like I am a formula in quantum mechanics which is complex and misunderstood… this majestic connection while floating in a quantum energy field where all is revealed and nothing is disclose-situation. The inclination toward unification within this incarnation opened me up to the deep vibrations tenderly activating polyphonic sensations.

I was entangled in between the ocean on the one hand and superimposition of the black hole on the other. And, I was spectacularly imaged as one of the de-localized entities filling all of space, as a conscious existence though mentally paralyzed yet so very mentally divine!

For the first time in a long struggle I caught a glimpse of a familiar optimistic thought. For a split of a second I finally felt safe; as I asked for help, I heard a murmur, “We’re here, don’t worry, we will transform you in different shape and will modify your look... black-hole which outshines the entire galaxy as an inescapable matter of gravity, which would not be able to solve your crucial cry, but I have the option to change you.” For a while my thoughts were scattered. My emotions were being forced to jump up and down. And behold !! Somebody was trying to pull me holding my leg and calling my name constantly... people were screaming on the shore come…on…come…on...don’t…go …inside .... But fortunately I was inside … stretching out and soaking in the glory of the sea with the naïve idea that the ocean will never...  never does it absorb anything in its fold, it will definitely throw me, somehow, on the farther shore. Oh !! I could not see ... how to reach the shore? Suddenly I found my specs were not in place. I was almost blind. Those, who were pulling me, brought me back to the shore. When I regained my consciousness I was lying on the sand-bed. I was looking for my specs, my shoes, my bag and other belongings… there was nothing. They were all bequeathed to the sea waves. But I was sure I will get them back, for the magnificent ocean never takes anything, it returns everything in time. There were lots of returned items on the sea shore like the broken part of a boat, a broken mirror, an unidentified purple jacket, an un-tuned guitar in a filthy venue, drinking water bottles, clothes, glasses, shoes, umbrellas, crash of the whiskey etc.

So, after regaining myself I was looking for my belongings. First came my bag full of sand inside. The writing on the papers inside were all washed away, the phone was intact and bla… bla… other things somewhat damaged. The shoes were nowhere near the shore. I did not bother for shoes, because I knew I would not be able to wear it. But I was seriously looking for my specs, without it I was totally blind.  Unfortunately, I did not find it.  I waited near the shore for a long time but it was imprudent expectation on my part to look for that. I lost hope and went to my hotel being disappointed. I lost faith also on hear-saying that ocean returns everything. What to do now? I went to an optic shop and bought specs to protect my eyes, though I was as blind as ever. In the afternoon I again went to the sea shore whether the compassionate ocean has come back with my specs. I asked some children who were sitting there. After half an hour of my questioning, a child came forward and told that he did get it on the sea shore but he has sold it to a shopkeeper. I was overjoyed!! It must me be my specs. I, along with the child went to the shop but, unfortunately it was closed. People nearby told me that it will open in the evening. I had no patience throughout the evening. My friend and I went there at 5’o clock and we waited there. When the shopkeeper came we just jumped over him and enquired about the spec. He immediately answered that one spec he had purchased from a boy but he did not know whether it was mine. We were in urgency to see the spec. He said, “I have sold it to a nearby shop.” He took us there and the person after a long yawn said, “Yes, he sold me a pair of specs, but I will not give you that unless you pay me the same amount of money”.

Friends !!! I was ready to pay 500 or 600 whatever he will ask in exchange. But let me first see whether it is mine ! When he brought it … lo !!! friends !! it was mine !! “My God !!” I exclaimed … “yes it is mine ...” I got it ... I had the eureka feeling … “My specs …” Friends !! Imagine how much he charged for the spec…intact...no scratch, no damage ... everything was fine. I can now see vividly while writing this, … only four rupees ! … My world was changed absolutely…four rupees … just four rupees…the words were hooping in my ears …four rupees only. No, I was not ready for any bargaining ....no....not at all… such precious glasses ...there was no place for bargaining …

Now I had in my hands the master argument with proof ― Ocean keeps its promise and it takes nothing….. Yes, in the mean time shoes full of sands also arrived on the beach. But…But…never…never…did I again put my feet inside the sea water from that day. I wish I could describe the feeling of being at sea, the anguish, the frustration, the fear, and the beauty, that threatening of the spectacles, the spiritual communion with the water, with its treasure in its domain―  all were reviving my memories deeper than the faithless land, where all is wave, with nothing waving. And, deep down everything in the universe has wave nature–– a world of happenings, not of things… reality is only an interaction, a synchronization, a surfing through the infinite wave of space and time. And I understood why a river longs for the ocean–– in just one part of drop one finds the secret of all of one’s existence.