Of Emotions and more…..

There was an isolated island in the mysterious ocean. It was unique and one of its kind. Civilizations here, unlike other societies were extremely happy and they never felt sad and lonely on this lone island. Weird. They were well-connected with the world economically, socially as well as politically.

Folks here were scientifically innovative and were steps ahead than rest. The standout feature of hypocritical societies was that they had no emotions, no feelings and no passion. Anthropological studies on this island were restricted only to the physical aspect of social relationship of human beings. No one ever spoke of emotions as they never understood what feelings were. Thence arts wasn’t much developed here due to cold sapiens around.

Had Engels and Marx been alive today, they would have felt proud of their materialism theory obviously with mortals here disowning ‘feelings’ part of doctrine due to ineffective emotions.

Strange traditions were followed on this shadowed part of the earth. They had developed a multifaceted machine (called e-mach) which spoke on the compatibility of human beings and whether they could live with each other, was dissected. Marriages weren’t made in heaven here but they were controlled by this cryptic device. Couples went to this secret place which was under military control marked by hush-hush intelligence operations. Then an hour of scanning and analysis by this e-mach would decide the fate of any couplet. The output screen of e-mach displayed only three results that too very objectively. 

Green meant that mates were meant for each other. But this didn’t guarantee them of a safe and prosperous future.

Yellow signified that they were compatible but their body wasn’t ready for each other and so they should give some more time and come back again after a while. 

Red implied that the pair was highly contrastive and their staying or marrying would lead to disaster.

Understandably there was no such thing called as Love here. Their body structure was seriously mystifying. They had normal hormones just like us but they lacked emotions. They had colours yet they never enjoyed it. They had adopted music yet they never appreciated it. They had poetry yet they never savoured it.  There was beauty which was admired only physically. Too utopian?? Or  too practical?? 

 There was a misfit guy named Bhavik staying in here. He was different from creatures staying on this island. He had emotions; his heart beat faster at times, things around gave him goosebumps. At an adolescent age, he had been green and was in love. He loved a damsel very much, much beyond words. He expressed his emotional state to his princess. Handsome he already was, princess too liked him physically with barred emotions.

They decided to take a step further and psychoanalyzed their future through the e-mach. It gave a red-blinking after the analysis.

Every single day the guy played violin. Just for her. She didn’t budge and wanted to play it safe.

Do I need to tell you what happened next??’

“Wake up Tanuj…stop dreaming…lazy bum…I’ve been here since past one hour”, shouted Neha.

“O’darling….when did you come??” *rubbing his eyes*

“I’ve signed the divorce papers….meet me near civil section of the court by 2.30. Chalo bye…made French toast for breakfast…mumma is waiting down. Bye”

Before Tanuj could open his mouth, she turned her face filled with tears and left.

He started playing violin. She saw back straight into his eyes. Came running back and gave him a tight hug as if she really needed him.

“Okay…don’t stop me now. Let’s stand by our decisions….bye”, she said.

He pulled up the curtains and watched his wife parting away, wondering if this was the same island he dreamt about.

Chris Martin’s soothing voice calmed the already busy milieu,

When you try your best, but you don’t succeed
When you get what you want, but not what you need
When you feel so tired, but you can’t sleep
Stuck in reverse

And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can’t replace
When you love someone, but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?’


  1. RMS · April 12, 2012

    nice 🙂

  2. vikas pathak · April 13, 2012

    A dream which is lovely and nightmarish at the same time.Lovely because of the description and the metaphors used.Nightmarish because in realty too,this is where we are heading to.

    “baske dushwar hai hat kaam ka aasan hona
    aadmi ko bhi mayassar nahi insaan hona”

    • alphaqsecc · April 13, 2012

      Ghalib saab _/\_
      But we all hope (atleast) ki ek din ayega, aur admi insaan banega.
      Really glad that you got the veiled metaphors 🙂

  3. Kam · April 13, 2012

    Liked this plot Abhi. Truly, not strange! Strangely, very true! As always, you provoke thinking, etc…

    • alphaqsecc · April 13, 2012

      hehe….Thank you Kam!
      Glad you liked it 🙂

  4. juili · April 14, 2012

    tooo good!!! u hv a superb art of presenting things!! really liked it!!

    • alphaqsecc · April 14, 2012

      Thanks Juili….for your constant motivational comments 🙂 😀

  5. Punam J R · April 19, 2012

    That’s a unique way of putting across the helplessness of today’s society. The way people have turned machine-like, cold and calculating, weighing the pros and cons like one does in a financial deal, of a marriage and then, the immediate solution of a divorce like a merger exit, well, we are but machines today, are we not? Is there hope? Maybe.
    I think one needs to stick on to dreaming and ideals and hope.. ?? and………

    • alphaqsecc · April 19, 2012

      Totally agree with you. We are but machines judging on the basis of pros/cons.
      No resentment towards such sapiens as long as they are not regretting it. Its their way of life and we’ve to atleast acknowledge it,if not appreciate it. 🙂
      Ideals…well too Utopian once again. Hope, the whole world is banking on the long-lasting hope!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s