Time travel…!!! What a paradox…!!!

Time travel…!!!  What a paradox…!!!

Time, what a curious thing! We all have it, we all rush for it, we all lose it, it’s everywhere but time belongs to none. Time, as an idea dictates our daily lives, we find ourselves running from our past through our present to our uncertain future. Then what is time? A grand puppeteer? Time as a dimension is very fascinating to think about. Time travel intrigues all of us. There are so many tv shows and movies are about time travel, and they all have their own rules and explanation about the disastrous results about time travel and changing histories as we know it, creating paradoxes, different time lines, alternating universes. But still everything is or always will be very mind boggling.

OK let’s talk about scenarios, if I ever time traveled and then changed something very trivial in the past and returned to my own timeline, where I find things changed, like before I had a sister now a brother, or I have a twin sister. So then I must be in a different time line where a different me is living with a different life. So would be there two of us now? Because it is a different timeline, my timeline is where everything is still the same. So it’s very confusing isn’t it? If there is only me in this new timeline then would I have or acquire in given time two sets of memories, or would I lost the previous one when time would start to settle like a pudding.

And even I am in my present and traveled into the past and changed my future still its all in the past anyway right? Sounds crazy but my future is already someone else’s past. So whatever I did or doing its already happened so this was inevitable? The paradoxes are very confusing and interesting at the same time. Is there already time travelers from the future who are changing the history? We would not know, would we? Because we will remember only thing that happened and we could not have the memories of other time lines. So then we are all caged in our own timelines and alternative universes made by our choices in a fixed time, only the time travelers may notice the changes and may be could remember the before and after events.

So if we are not travelling through time, and if there are people who are then we cannot know about them or about the effects in the history for that matter because we are living in our own time line, we born live and die in it. In our own past present and future if the history and time changes then it will create a new timeline with new version of us or maybe without some of us, because we are what we choose so nothing is sure about our existence in different timelines and universes.

So we are stuck in our time bubble for our entire life, with our own choices our own dilemmas and with our own stories. Maybe there are other timelines and alternative universes where a different I is doing different things, maybe in some world I am a pilot, or a singer or a killer violinist, but it is all our speculations, imaginations. That is why we like talking about time travel maybe. Because it is full of possibilities. We like to think about a different life a different outcome of our choices. We learn from our mistakes or get hurt by them, but the idea of time travel gives us a hope however crazy that is, that maybe we can change our mistakes and write a new story a fresh one from the scratch. In our mind there are thousands of different time lines, we call them regrets and what ifs. So time is not a puppeteer or our master, time is nothing, but it is everything. We live in moments, we think, we act we suffer the consequences of a particular moment.  

It would never be anything else if I can never time travel. But if I can one day I sure would change many things, why not ?? There would be several different time lines as a result of my fiascoes, may the history change, for better or for worse, I would not care for any rules, rules are for a more boring timeline. Restrains never comes with power, this kind of power only attracts chaos, and chaos creates brilliant things.

Time travel…!!! What a paradox…!!!

Time travel…!!!  What a paradox…!!!

Time, what a curious thing! We all have it, we all rush for it, we all lose it, it’s everywhere but time belongs to none. Time, as an idea dictates our daily lives, we find ourselves running from our past through our present to our uncertain future. Then what is time? A grand puppeteer? Time as a dimension is very fascinating to think about. Time travel intrigues all of us. There are so many tv shows and movies are about time travel, and they all have their own rules and explanation about the disastrous results about time travel and changing histories as we know it, creating paradoxes, different time lines, alternating universes. But still everything is or always will be very mind boggling.

OK let’s talk about scenarios, if I ever time traveled and then changed something very trivial in the past and returned to my own timeline, where I find things changed, like before I had a sister now a brother, or I have a twin sister. So then I must be in a different time line where a different me is living with a different life. So would be there two of us now? Because it is a different timeline, my timeline is where everything is still the same. So it’s very confusing isn’t it? If there is only me in this new timeline then would I have or acquire in given time two sets of memories, or would I lost the previous one when time would start to settle like a pudding.

And even I am in my present and traveled into the past and changed my future still its all in the past anyway right? Sounds crazy but my future is already someone else’s past. So whatever I did or doing its already happened so this was inevitable? The paradoxes are very confusing and interesting at the same time. Is there already time travelers from the future who are changing the history? We would not know, would we? Because we will remember only thing that happened and we could not have the memories of other time lines. So then we are all caged in our own timelines and alternative universes made by our choices in a fixed time, only the time travelers may notice the changes and may be could remember the before and after events.

So if we are not travelling through time, and if there are people who are then we cannot know about them or about the effects in the history for that matter because we are living in our own time line, we born live and die in it. In our own past present and future if the history and time changes then it will create a new timeline with new version of us or maybe without some of us, because we are what we choose so nothing is sure about our existence in different timelines and universes.

So we are stuck in our time bubble for our entire life, with our own choices our own dilemmas and with our own stories. Maybe there are other timelines and alternative universes where a different I is doing different things, maybe in some world I am a pilot, or a singer or a killer violinist, but it is all our speculations, imaginations. That is why we like talking about time travel maybe. Because it is full of possibilities. We like to think about a different life a different outcome of our choices. We learn from our mistakes or get hurt by them, but the idea of time travel gives us a hope however crazy that is, that maybe we can change our mistakes and write a new story a fresh one from the scratch. In our mind there are thousands of different time lines, we call them regrets and what ifs. So time is not a puppeteer or our master, time is nothing, but it is everything. We live in moments, we think, we act we suffer the consequences of a particular moment.  

It would never be anything else if I can never time travel. But if I can one day I sure would change many things, why not ?? There would be several different time lines as a result of my fiascoes, may the history change, for better or for worse, I would not care for any rules, rules are for a more boring timeline. Restrains never comes with power, this kind of power only attracts chaos, and chaos creates brilliant things.

Chocolate ice cream or Life…!!!

Chocolate ice cream or Life…!!!

If life is a game then I am a gamer, if life is a dream then I am a dreamer, if life is a race then I am a racer, but if life turns out to be  butterscotch ice cream then I am an ice cream hater. Why shouldn’t I hate butterscotch? I only understand chocolate don’t I??? There are different types of chocolate and I love all of them. But I most like the bitter ones. They are not fake, not sugar coated or sickly sweet which makes me nauseous. I love life because it is exactly like bitter chocolate, never too sweet, sugar coated but bitter, but tasty, with hints of surprises like little chocolate chips hidden inside.

Being alive is awesome, breathing in and out, the blood rushing in my veins, the warm feeling inside me, everything is just great. Even the pain and sorrow makes this life poetic, we can taste our happiness after the veil of sadness lifts. Though I hate so many things and so many people, mainly I hate people who hate other people, which is funny and ironic. But still I love more, though love does scares me. I fear the broken heart and pain that often comes with love. But I like to glide by, not lingering anywhere for long.

Rushing ahead, facing the road, driving at the highest speed, race and race ahead, every moment every cell in my body, every breath is rushing away, or its just dying, life is a road which always ends in death, which seems like a big stop sign or nothing. A horrible nothingness, a stop sign, no more race no more dreams no nothing, or that we all fear. Death is a mystery while life is ours to have, to explore, to live, to love, to smile or to cry. You are not completely alive if you never smiled like a crazy person, or cried like a broken sky, or shouted like thunder, dreamt impossible dreams, loved madly, if we miss any one of these then our loss.

Life is beautiful, it is scary, it is dangerous, depressing, infuriating, and it is love it is sunshine and rainbows and wild flowers, it is total madness and it is complete serenity it is everything. If death is nothing then life is everything, a bowl of chocolate ice cream with chocolate chip cookies hidden inside. I love life I love living I maybe when time comes I will love death too, but for now I am rushing ahead, full speed, and there is no stop sign, not yet…!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

Living dead…!!!!! Oh not really!!!

Living dead…!!!!! Oh not really!!!

Can you tell me that you are alive? How do you know that? Are you thinking now, then it’s a start, maybe you are alive after all, undead zombies cannot think, can they? They just grunt and slouch and look for brains to eat and turn other people into zombies, they have only one goal that is creating more of them, build a hoard and eat more brains. Living and thinking both are not easy, when we try to live as we want it creates problem for others, when we think differently it also creates problems for others, if you are not a member of a hoard or group (A huge one of that) you can’t do either in peace. Some people think that all of us should be alike, talk alike more or less look alike and think (Better Not Think!!) alike. What is the fun in that? Then meeting someone new would be devastatingly boring, it would be like talking to oneself. May be they will just grunt…

I never liked zombies, they always gives me the creeps, eating brains? Why? Brains are the best part of a person, take that then what matters? Vampires are cleaver, got style, they know how to live or be undead in style, though the sun troubles them but they don’t destroy brains. Ghosts are cool too, they cry and wail much but they don’t bite or make you wail in the same way. Any other monster is better than a zombie. We are alive we have a working brain, then why not use it more often (Not For snacking!) we can think, we can imagine, we can create, it supposed be different, same things are not art they are  a system they are organizations they are institutions, art is free, unique, different. Life is unique, playful, different full of crazy weird surprises, sometime it can hit hard like the mighty hammer of Thor but most of the time its fun.

Destroying brains, grunting, creating hoards could be a safe option for some people but it would turn you into a dead one. We can be silent like the dead, death doesn’t discriminate, it takes everyone under its dark wing one time or another, but why hurry? Why live in a dark shadow while breathing? why be so timid and why look for groups why not be unique and different like a brilliant work of art? Why we have this constant irritating need to be same? Why scared of change why scared of moving forward? Fear is the first symptom of being a zombie, then grunting comes naturally. Then you will try to eat anything with a working brain and that would be uncomfortable for everyone.  

So are you alive? Are you different or a part of a hoard? Do you have a overwhelming craving for destroying and devouring a good brain? Do you grunt a lot? Then you are already gone, you can be a danger for people around you still with a working brain. People fear a zombie apocalypse but is it not already happening around us? Don’t we know people who already act like they are dead? Or they just ate their brain for lunch ? Fear is the first symptom I said, and it is, fear is dangerous it can make you do anything; it can turn you into anything if you don’t rein it or stump on it. Fear always affects the brain first then it destroys the body.