Facts or Fantasies

Everything…. we know or claim to know can be categorized into one of these two – FACT or FICTION. There is a thin line between the two. In fact Hindu philosophy considers everything on earth (including Facts) as a Fiction of Imagination or Maya. What we see, hear and feel is an illusion!!

I've had a riot of imagination even before I was exposed to the philosophy of Maya. Some of them I've recollected and presented here.




I used to imagine that probably I'm the only "actual" living being in this world. The rest are just
walking, talking zombies. Programmed for a purpose, programmed to perfection. Everybody I know has been planted here just to interact me. Its like I'm in some big experiment or a test and the characters I interact with (including my family and friends) are actually lifeless and non-existent. I used to think that all my thoughts and actions are forever on the watch. Someone is observing every moment of my life. These thoughts probably in the early eighties when movies like "The Truman show" didn't exist!! Some imagination!.

Other times I used to think that probably I'm seeing, hearing and even understanding things
differently than others. The color green that I see and understand is very different from the actual color green. Maybe other see green something closer to aquamarine or purple (as I know it). The blue of the sky is probably different for others. Similarly the way I understand and intrepret sound, smell, pain may be different of atleast varying in degrees of how others would experience. I attributed this to my lack of understanding Algebra. Some people can get it effortlessly!!

Another favorite matrix-esque imagination was that I'm actually not from this planet and probably don't "actually" look like I do now. The Life experience I've had till now is all a dream that I'm dreaming while I'm sleeping in another realm or dimension. I was wondering whether I would suddenly transform into some other being or travel to a different planet in the natural progression of the dream. What would happen if I get up from that dream? Is it what we call death?

What would happen if I woke up next day and something which has happened yesterday is wiped out from everyone's memory except mine. Similarly some very close person disappears from the world and no one cares since the existence of the person is wiped from everyone's memory. I used to wonder whether this happens more frequently than we know. Anyways, There is no chance of knowing this since the memory is wiped out from every living thing on earth.

I used to think that probably the things that are lost actually disappear or is stolen by ghostly
beings that is why objects suddenly get lost from where they are kept usually and suddenly it
reappears at place which we would have never guessed. Sometimes it reappears at a place where we would have glanced a couple of times earlier without finding it.

Star Trek had a great effect on nourishing my imaginations. I used to ponder about visiting other
planets and other galaxies. Often I have wondered whether the laws of physics like gravity,
centrifugal force, speed of light and sound etc operate differently in different galaxies. People
there can then fly and experience things which we consider as impossible on this planet.

Other dreams and fantasies were very much like a normal kid.

I had prepared my 3 wishes in case I met a fairy or God or some outer worldly being, suddenly.

Typically the first wish was "superpowers" like Superman.

The second wish was to magically create anything out of thin air including money, Food and objects of desires for personal use and for wiping out global poverty and...

The third wish was all encompassing wisdom or knowledge of past, present and future. Alternate third wishes were ability to time travel, be invisible or transform into anyone. Very early on my most favorite last wish was a 100 more wishes (a perennially wish multiplication wish!!). You think anybody would have fallen for this very clever third wish?

Ofcourse a majority of my fantasies will remain in the confines of my mind for they are too diabolical or depraved to be revealed. Probably I might reveal them if someone offered me a million dollars to write about them.