The Human Face

Dave, this is Chris. Johnson.

Right. You’re covering sector 3, northern hemisphere, Mars, right?

Right. And guess what I found.

What?

Guess.

Oh, come on Chris. This is precious time. Out with it. What’d you see?

I want you to guess first.

A tent?

What?

You saw a tent on Mars?

Shut up, Dave. Guess again, seriously.

Oh Christ. Last time, Chris. You saw a… a… er… a volcano.

They see ‘em all the time, Dave!

Fine. Tell me what you found. It’s two in the morning over here. I’m not sure if I’m sleeping or not.

Dave, I found a face.

What.

A face! A human face! On Mars! Right across Vulcan. Above that red plateau we were talking about. A human face!

What? A face? Tell me clearly.

A human face, Dave. Rising out of the ground. A clear, symmetric, beautiful human face. In rock. On Mars. You can’t deny it.

Are you out of your mind?

Nope. Absolutely not. It’s true. It’s bloody true! Man, I’m shaking. I’m — ooh — shivering! Dave, I can’t believe this! You gotta see this!

Send it, send it. Compress it, send it.

Hang on, man. Man, this is crazy. This is unreal. And — hey! — I’m the first one to see it, man! Ooh! I can’t believe this.

Bloody send the photos!

I sent them. They should be —

Right. I got them. JPEG. Right. Hang on.

Look, look. Ooh, this is so exciting! I can’t believe this. I can’t believe I’ve seen something like this.

Oh my God. Oh my… oh Christ.

See, Dave? You see that? Isn’t that a human face? That’s one clear human face, man! You can’t deny it, even if you try with both hands. Lewis Carroll said that, right? Dave?

Oh bloody heavens.

Ha! Convinced you! Man, this is so unreal, man! A human face rising out of the rock on Mars! It’s like a movie! Man, I can’t believe this is happening!

Chris?

Yeah?

Can you just calm down for a minute? Don’t call anyone else. Have you called anyone else? Anyone before you called me? Anyone else?

No. Just you. I couldn’t wait till tomorrow to send these photos in. I’m sorry I had to call when it’s so late over there at your place.

It’s okay. Just… just don’t call anyone else about this, okay? Don’t call home, tell no one else about this. Reveal this to absolutely no one else, right?

Okay. Sure. Man, don’t snatch my credit. I saw it first. Please don’t mess around with that fact.

No I won’t. Can you just hold on for a sec? Can you just be on the line for five minutes? I’ll be right back.

Right —

If anyone calls or comes or whatever during this time, don’t tell them. Shut the application down so the pics don’t show on the computer.

Okay. You’ll be back in —

Five minutes, about.

Okay. Man, this is crazy.

 

 

 

Hello, Chris?

Yeah.

I called Central.

You showed them the pics?

I sent them the photos.

They saw the photos?

Yeah, yeah. I had a talk with one of the scientists.

What are they saying?

Well, he — they actually said it’s a peculiar landscape. That’s all.

What?

They said it’s a striking landform feature. It’s not a human. You’ll see his right ear is missing. Your right, not its right. And the chin isn’t symmetric. They said it’s a hillock. That’s it. And, hey, they told you not to tell anyone. They’ll be sending an officer from your regional headquarters with a non-disclosure agreement to your place tomorrow.

What the f—

Chris. I know what it feels like. But they don’t want the photos to spread. They don’t want the news to get out. They don’t want Johnson Space Observatory to be a — a —- to spread sensational stories about purely scientific expeditions. They want you to send them all coming photos to Central and not reveal it to anyone. Someone’ll be there tomorrow at your place to take over the rest of the photos.

But why? What the… why won’t they…

I don’t know, Chris. But look, man. Look at the pic. Does it really look like a human face to you? It’s an ape. It’s not even an ape. It’s a rockscape. It’s a hillock. You think it’s human because you want to. You wouldn’t think twice if it looked like an armadillo, would you?

You said Christ and stuff when you saw the photos.

Yeah, I was a little surprised too, but now it looks like a peculiar landform. That’s it, Chris. You’ve done your job. Just don’t tell anyone about it, and go home. Okay? If that’s a human face, then all the constellations in the sky are actually the things they look like. We are fighting superstition, man. We’re scientists. We can’t go and sell photos that’ll inspire a new sci-fi movie. It’s a bloody rock, a bloody hillock.

Chris?

Shut up.

Dead Tone.

1Life.

A little talk

No one believes me when I say it, but I’m actually scared dead of a few things most people don’t know are there in the first place.

Who am I? What is all this? What is Life, the Universe and Everything? Is this life a station, a stop in a journey on the subway, where different people from different places all get up on the compartment, get to talk and know each other after sometime, and just when the electric white of the overhead lights and the darkness outside and the occasional swaying of the train and the unasked questions of what lies outside and where they are headed have made them want to block out everything else and just come a little closer to each other and find something in each other, the next stop arrives and we are all yanked out of there and go off to different platforms, and we are never to see those subway friends again, ever, in the lifetime of the Universe, Life or Everything.

What is the meaning of this temporal meeting, this finite friendship and love? How do we know we two are gonna last forever and we were born to be with each other when forever is a million Saharas compared to the grain of sand you now know as forever and in that forever there will come a million lives with a million co-passengers in tiny rocking compartments, where you’ll get involved with different people and think each time that you were made for each other.

It gets me pretty scared, trust me. I no longer know what to believe. Art, culture and social truths seem so little true that they start to sound like outright lies to me. I can’t believe that whether to apply a toner on slightly oily skin after a foundation or before one can really stand up as anything important when I don’t know who I am and what Everything is and whether my loving anyone means anything.

And maybe that’s why I’m so pissed of with this god dude. Put us in a bloody fuckin’ circus, he did, and didn’t even let me have the privilege of not having to think about all that.

That’s why god plays a different role in my life than in most other person’s. In other people’s lives he is a source of faith, strength, reason, assurance, comfort, friendship and confession. This way they calm themselves with God. My god also helps me calm myself. I start insulting his pants off whenever I get too angry or frustrated about this circus and some things that have happened to me in it. That helps, sometimes.

He’s not as good as you all make them out to be, you know. He’s just running a show, watching us scurrying around in his make-believe Disneyland, worrying, dying and stuff, and getting a good laugh out of it, which he can’t, by the way, because humour is one of his own inventions to put into this Disneyland. So I often wonder what he’s up to, watching us scurrying around. There is no purpose being served. Drop that old ‘We are all here for a purpose’ line, although I myself wrote an article by that name earlier on this blog. I can’t find the link now, it’s too much work, but if you wanna read it, all I can do to help is to tell you that the modified date on that word file I have is April 16, 2006. Look up that month in the archives link on the right column of the homepage, and I hope you’ll find it.

So, no purpose being served. And that remains my greatest question till today: What’s the point? Well, whatever the point, I’m sure it won’t be good enough to explain what I’ve had to go through and have to go through sometimes even now for knowing all this. Whatever he’s done by creation and all, it’s up to the judges to decide. All I can say is that it’s not doing a bit of good to me. So that god person remains a bad guy to me.

Yet, if suddenly everything gets explained by the Theory of Everything of Physics and it’s seen that everything has an inanimate explanation, as dry as a plank in the midday sun, and there’s no god and no miracles and nothing like that, I guess I’ll be really pissed off. I mean really pissed off.

In other news, I haven’t been sleeping much the last few days for an online web-design competition I signed up for. Its deadline has been reached, and the result is an immediate neighbour to what is known as a total failure, so I think I’ll launch the site separately under a free domain. It’s called ‘Weaving Words: A study of books, writing and literature through the ages.’

My relationship with Dad has gotten worse.

And a few days back I discovered that trying to focus on any writing closer than an inch and a half from my nose tip irritates my eyes, so I may have something wrong there. I never wanted to have glasses, although I’ve fooled around sometimes with my sister’s pair. Someone once told me — rat-shit, leave it. You’ve probably gotten tired with my someone once used to lines if you are a regular reader, which you almost certainly aren’t.

Did you know that the US may have a real alien spaceship in Area 51 and that a quartz watch uses the 32,000 vibrations per second of a quartz crystal under pressure to count seconds?

And this one I heard today from Rik, a friend from school I was doing the website with:

The Eagles, the band, broke up. When a reporter approached to ask when they would re-form the band, the lead guy said when hell freezes over. Later, they finally did reunite and came up with an album which had really smash songs in it, including Hotel California, Tequila Sunrise and The Last Resort. It was called Hell Freezes Over.

Can you tell I felt like talking a little after so long?

The name of this blog may be changed to One Life, because I persistently observe that’s what I’m most worried about, and I can’t guarantee that everything here is the Truth. That Transmission from God article (go find it — December 7, 2006) is not from NASA or anything. I made it up. It was supposed to be the source code of the Universe, a random file generated among millions, the one that would act as the DNA and form what we know as Life, the Universe, and Everything. The other files went and created other, Lives, Universes and Everythings, of course, just that they were called things like ₣ЧЂ˛˛Ǿˉˇ¥, ҐґҹфӨ‍‡ and ₪×Þ.

1Life.

I’ve seen

I’ve seen many strange wonderful things.

 

I’ve seen how the torn clouds rush upon the wind to places

 

They don’t need a ticket to visit

 

I’ve seen how a person can evaporate from your life

 

And get shut up in another universe, being all the time

 

A phone number away.

 

I’ve seen how the clashes of heartless reason and desperate wish

 

Slowly rock the swaying Universe.

 

I’ve seen how the greatest hoax of all exists outside a movie and over every man’s mind.

 

I’ve seen sorrow, from grey to black.

 

I had seen happiness, which I’ll tell you about some other time.

1Life.