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 Horoz

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A nice gentleman on this site has been cudgeling me to write some rubbish instead of mushy poetry on nature,feelings and the horror of the divine. I'll take my readers to a planet far far away than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams.May I add that this may be a true story believe it or not.

An Artificial Intelligence Commander nicknamed Astro Mate invented a playback machine which had recored nanosecondwise details in videos stored in a tiny chip. In this recording my birth to the second of boarding a spaceship bound for Horoz was present. It is available online somewhere in infinity.I volunteered for the one-way trip to Horoz a planet in the Wayout Galaxy.

The tiny one-seater spaceship named Goout blasted off with a deafening boom and in a few seconds time it was out of the reaches of the earth's atmosphere and gravity.The craft was very very comfortable.The automated craft had a wide pyrex cockpit fully transparent yet heat and cold proof.A soft-padded recliner ergonomic seat was my perch.A shiny sphere of about half a metre in diameter hovered close to me inside the ship.It was in fact my personal attendant on my journey.Unfortunately the sphere was a touchy one. I hade to request for anything I needed. I had to say "Please" and "Thank you" or start my request with "Will you be kind enough to..."

I held a spill-proof paper cup of steaming Brazilian coffee and lit up a Cuban cigar.Yes there wasn't any restriction on smoking tobacco but alcoholic drinks were totally prohibited. In fact there were no bottles on board.I missed my tipple.

After a tubeful of Nutrikeep paste and a swig of iced water I visited the restroom for the last time before I crept into the suspended animation chamber for a ten-year hibernation. I was given a arm patch of low-dosage Keepwellnotdie by Sphere and soon I slept peacefully with "Jaane kahan gaye woh din.." [where did those days go..] playing softly in my ears.

I woke up to another instrumental by Pandit Ravi Shankar followed by a Rabindra Sangeet sung by the Bard himself. Lazily opening my eyes I undid the straps which held me in the capsular chamber and slid off its transparent cover. The Sphere came out from its parkeing slot and again began hovering close.I brushed my 25 teeth with a glob of Shinepaste,rinsed with a greenish mouthwash and requested Sphere to flash the current situation on the virtual screen.

Something was seriously wrong !!! The virtual screen did not come alive with Goout's location. Instead my own life story came on loud,clear and bright.There was nothing I could do. The system was fully automated.I was however optimistic and expected that the proper program would soon run. Maybe this long ten years had made the machines malfunction. I am not an Astorman so I sat back and enjoyed my own life story.

There was a resounding crash followed by several bumps and jumps till Goout's screen came back to co-ordinates. The words on the screen read "Planet Horoz"followed by a live beaming of the planet's surface where I had landed.There were welcome banners all over the place and grinning aliens handed over flowers.They were singing a song in clear Bangla "Oh Bishu amar onekdiner pore ele amra boshechhilam alo jele.." [Oh my Bishu you came after long days We were waiting with lit lamps] I think my happy smile showed even through my helmeted head and visor. I took my helmet off and it was too late when I realized that the air on Horoz didn't have air for human breathing.I breathed my last on Horoz with my new "friends" crying and replaying my lifestory.