GENETIC BOMB

Hey wanna ask me questions? Don’t; I have got no time .Eh, uh, hey! I’m busy, don’t bother me yaar. I’m on my job. Know me? I'm a glass from a distant country. Must you know my job? Yeah, yeah. I’m the reflecting one, a mirror. It has been thirty years since I have been clanged to this wall. To say, I know all the humdrum affairs, sob sniffles and rare smile of this lab. So I say you I have some sentiments on this lab, but why? You know I am a mirror, and a non-living, so why should I have such sentiments?

Must u have forgotten this old chap; why u should remember him? Abuse him. He is not to be appreciated, you say, I not. But still let me introduce him.

He is Mr. Bigyan Prasad. Hunh, do you remember him? No…o! Eh, brief introduction is not sufficient. Let me then explain him.

***

It was 2005 A.D, a foggy morning; I had seen the man with smile. Rather it was the happiest moment; I had seen the man with a blissful smile. He was romantic, knew why? He had put to an end a theory, Electron Dynamic. Late night I had seen the man drunk. Like a crazy lover he was kissing all the lab equipments, as if he was thanking those equipments. There after he approached me, saw his face and uttered, know me? In a prideful tone, he reveled; I can change soil to petrol. It’s a charisma of my theory Electron Dynamics. He added; now our country can sell petrol to Arab. Isn’t it magic? He boasted.

Wasn’t that magic? Yap.

But few days after some men in suit pierced into our lab. First of all they invited my master to work for their master; later they threatened him coz he was denying to work for them. He was shouting; he can’t betray his country; he would rather die than to give the formula. The patriot insulted those men in black. Towards the beginning of 2006 he was awarded a grand prize. Still he remained not pleased? I could see fringes of sorrows on his forehead? Why? Guess!

A month after, the lab was locked. Thereafter I was alone in the lab carrying my job as usual. People coming to know about the lab, rather say to make a fun of the lab and my master working for it, whispered that my master was made captive by the power in the horizon to seize the formula and make him work for them, which was true too. But it was rumored that he had eloped with his assistant Bivu wife. Hunh, what a great irony; a man who hated women throughout his adulthood was so accused. Ha, ha, ha its rumor that excites people here in his country. It’s worth being a non-respiring creature.

***

You know he loves and had loved this laboratory like his own child. Drunk, when romantic, he used to tell his sentiments to his assistant Bivushan, whom he called Bivu. Can be said those sentiments were for his lab, were from a true man. Drunk, once he narrated why he hated women?
It was two year after marriage with Kaushalya his brother Bishal passed away due to blood cancer. Bigyan Prasad at the time was far away in a city for his studies. He had to retreat back at sudden due to death of his beloved brother. His sister in law Kaushalya, who loved him like her own brother, was left to be a widow.

Days passed, but a sudden panic arose in the family, can be said a usual, can be said as tyranny of mother in law and sister- in -law. His mother and sister started insulting Kaushalya, they pointed out to be a cause of the death of her husband, husband killer. Soon they started giving her other physical and mental torture. Last of all the witches killed Kaushalya by burning her body with kerosene sprinkled all over her body.

Even if the beasts were punished still a fury against them in his heart let him hate all the women. He hated his mother, his sister and other women who hated other women. He kicked off them from his life coz he knew women have great instinct to kick other women from their territory.

Ha, ha, ha what a same; beasts disguised as human? It’s worth being a non-living creature. Ha, ha, ha.

***

Towards the end of the year 2006 there was third world war. Reason was one suspected; it was for land, it was for soil; it was for raw materials producing petrol. Great to name great the war was. Power in the horizon captured most of the world. The space the land and the oceans were full of red blood. Scream and shouts were the only song heard; song of tragic listened. Dead bodies were seen here and there with their beloved weeping over them. Orphans widows, and dads and mums were only the people seen juggling here and there with revengeful eyes, with wet eyes. With suffocating full smoky environments bang and boom were the only sound heard.

Actually it was war between blood thirsty Satan and blood spilling sovereign defender. But every thing had been sandwiched to beast ness; every human emotion had turned to savageness. Where were the doctrines of Lord Buddha?

At the end of 2018 the war ended. My master was freed to. He again retreated to his lab. But some questions were unanswered .Why did his dogmas surrendered? What had happened after he was kidnapped? Why is he so again keen on his researches? Has he planned something terrible? Why is he so mum? Questions unanswered.

No more Questions please. I am now to carry on my job. It’s his motion, emotions and his work full image is what I to capture.

***

Look at the 57-year-old man with his blissless eyes; an image of him full of rage. To say he does researches, but I have reflected a half part of his doings full of rage. Look how he handles the test tube, with a shaking hand, with wet eyes. Insane he is. But why he is so? Has he planned something terrible against the power in the horizon? Or he is on way for his new inventions? Might it be, might that be.

Let me now then do sketch of his work.
He has increased his pace of work. He has just taken two test tubes from a bioreactor. He is on way to intermingle these red and black solutions from them. Oh, the mixed solution comes to be pink. What is it?

Evil smile on my master face! Stop! Stop him. He is planning something terrible.

Two days have passed since his evil smile. What he had done in these 2 days I couldn't understand, truly saying. Its coz his actions, his thinking have now accelerated and hence I’m not able to amass his actions. With no same, I have to say you that, he thinks faster than the fastest reflection I do carry.

***

A thing he has done humorous. He ordered Bivu, who had brought him a small tiger cub in a cage. It's really funny, what do he intends? Is he planning to set up a zoo here in the lab?

He is now inserting a pink capsule in the loaf of flesh, which might be any of the capsules he had prepared within these 2 days. Hooked to a stick he has given the loaf to the tiger cub. See how is it munching?

Boom. Hey where from the sound came? Strange it is and it seems the sound is from next cosmos. Has some explosion taken?

Hunh, the cub is munching the bananas too. Hey am I dreaming or is it a silver screen? Must it be a ninth wonder?

Listen what my master says.
Ha, ha, ha. The genetic bomb has exploded all the savageness, all the bloodthirsty nature and made the cub a saint. Ha, ha, ha, it has deleted all its anomalies. Like way, the bomb would explode all brutal nature of man and I would then only be quenched, with the punishments given to their deadly nature. Soon it will create human race of new thinking shortage of all evil spirit.

Marvelous! What a supernatural invention is it? Its worth to be such a man, its worth being Bigyan Prasad. Ha, ha, ha.

***

By: Raj Basyal

This fiction is dedicated to my father Madhav Prasad Basyal and all the orphans of the world.

***