He was tired from the day's work. An entire day of experimentation had gone futile. His brainwave had not worked. It's one of those days again, he thought, recollecting the million days he'd had to deal with depression, with the constant voice in him asking him to fight. As the porche whizzed at 200, he slipped in the Dark side of the Moon.
His stress level gradually began to reduce with Gilmour's riffs in the background. He loved the two hour drive back home. Somewhere, his heart was brimming with joy. He was going to meet Diana, his love four years back. He started recollecting why they'd broken up, but decided it wasn't worth the effort. He was going to meet her anyway. The thought excited him, and somehow made him thirsty. He got down at a bar, had a quick drink, and jumped back in. Suddenly, beauty seemed to envelop him. Buildings, traffic signals, lamp posts, dustbins. Perception could change suddenly, he realized. There seemed to be a hundred Dianas in front of him. He made sure he drove carefully. Having to keep your concentration on the road at this moment was like asking a zoo keeper inside a cage to solve a calculus problem. In an hour, he was at Diana's.
His stress level gradually began to reduce with Gilmour's riffs in the background. He loved the two hour drive back home. Somewhere, his heart was brimming with joy. He was going to meet Diana, his love four years back. He started recollecting why they'd broken up, but decided it wasn't worth the effort. He was going to meet her anyway. The thought excited him, and somehow made him thirsty. He got down at a bar, had a quick drink, and jumped back in. Suddenly, beauty seemed to envelop him. Buildings, traffic signals, lamp posts, dustbins. Perception could change suddenly, he realized. There seemed to be a hundred Dianas in front of him. He made sure he drove carefully. Having to keep your concentration on the road at this moment was like asking a zoo keeper inside a cage to solve a calculus problem. In an hour, he was at Diana's.
'So, you're doing your Phd is it?' she asked.
'Umm, yeah. In Nanolithography. I'd give you my car, if you know what that is', he joked.
'You know what, it's these jokes that I've been missing all these years. You just make me so happy when we're together', she chuckled.
'I don't even know why we, you know, umm, broke up. It was just a stupid thing to do', she added.
'Yup. That's right'. He decided to stay a little quiet. These women, you never know what's going through their head, he thought.
'So, you're here for a vacation or something?', he asked.
'Kinda, ya. Am leaving tomorrow'. Her face suddenly turned sad.
'So what, we have the whole of tonight, right?', he said.
And he immediately realized what he'd just said. He wished he could swallow his words back. Why did sound have such a great speed. Duh.
'What?', came the response.
'Oh, no. I really didn't mean what I said. Just forget the last line', he persuaded.
'But, see, umm, I don't want to', she said.
'Ya, even I don't want to, I just uttered crap, which was crap, and didn't mean a crap'.
Words just don't come out when you're nervous, he thought.
'No, I meant I don't want to forget what you said', she quipped.
It was his turn now. 'What?', he asked.
'Yeah, lets make love', she said.
Wowow. What was happening? This was more shocking than the result he got last week, that a nanogram of pulverised electrolysed copper zirconate had enough energy to trigger a big bang. He was over the moon on getting that result, not realizing that if true, it meant that he could destroy the universe and himself. He had gone with the result to his guide only to be dismissed in less than a nanosecond, with a suggestion that he eat up all the copper zirconate in this world, just to be safe. This situation seemed similar, but somehow distinct. His mind was going through just too many things at a time. He just couldn't take it longer.
When a girl you have had relationships with in the past tells you a statement of that vigour, when you're single, it's hard to ignore. Or say no. He had loved her. He didn't, now. But she was gorgeous as ever. 'It's alright, there's nothing wrong', he convinced himself. His mind didn't want to make a decision, but his body seemed to make the mind do so. It was awkward though.
They started talking. In a short while, talking dirty. Within a matter of minutes, they were back to where they were four years back. Was it for the good? Only time would tell.
'Come on, don't waste time', she said.
'For once, I realise the importance of time', he joked.
Both of them went up to her bedroom. It was a classy bed which looked all silky, and seemed as if she had prepared it for him. It was grayish in colour, and he distinctly disliked it as anything grey seemed to remind him of Aluminium. 'Has she been planning this?', he thought. It didn't matter. As his PhD guide used to tell him, only results matter. Now, why did the guide have to come to his mind at a very embarrassing moment. He tried hard to forget everything and focus just on the moment. He sort of succeeded.
They were in bed. It was quite a while really since he was this close to somebody, leaving apart a few silica chips that seemed to make a part and parcel of his life. Four years. His mind was wandering again in the past, though he seemed to beg it not to do so. He hugged her. She hugged him. They started kissing, with his hands moving about in chaotic motion, similar to what a man would do if he suddenly realised he'd lost his keys and started to search all his pockets. He wished he had a Hooks joint at his shoulder instead of a Ball and Socket one. That would give him more degrees of freedom. Or would it? He started counting, when her hands stroked his head. This seemed to take away any possible thinking he wanted to do.
They say, with a girl you've been wanting for a long time, you think of her day and night. When you're with her in bed, you think of everything but her. You lose your mind. The semi conscious state starts dominating. He couldn't control his mind, and it went from thinking about the time he had ice cream with his guide, to that when he had a tiff with someone on the road. All this when he was kissing her. He noticed small hairs above her lips, uniformly separated with a low density per unit length. They seemed so similar to the nano fins he had studied in heat transfer, and wondered if god actually meant to give these triangular fin like hairs just so that there in enhanced heat transfer by convection. Miraculous indeed. He was a millisecond close to letting out a laugh, when he controlled himself. Even with all this, he seemed to enjoy the moment. His hands made more uniform motion now, his mind automatically allotting fixed time for his hands to explore each part. He realised the amazement of this parallel processing of the mind, and recollected his 'Parallel processing' course in undergraduate studies. He immediately stopped thinking about it when he remembered he had got an E in that course. Damn that prof.
He slowly started to undo the knots in her dress. He seemed to do it so carefully and slowly, after the previous month's disaster when he was untying the threads of a beam which was hanging from an experimental roof, untied it fully, and it fell down before he could get his hands to catch the beam. A very bad impression on his guide, which he hoped didn't increase his prospective time of stay at the institute getting a PhD. Finally he managed to undo them.
Her body seemed just perfect, with uniform distribution of matter throughout the entire volume. He remembered the nightout he had put in his college days debating over the topic 'Is the human body density constant'. He didn't seem to recollect the result of the debate. He clenched his fists in anger, but didn't realise that his fists were already clenching distinct pieces of highly viscous matter.
Now, it was her turn. He seemed very uncomfortable and numb, when she began what he could only call a systematic procedure of disassociating his dress from his body. They were both, without clothes, in bed. 'The next few minutes would be blissful', he thought. He started wondering how it would be if he meshed her body for a Finite Element Analysis. Tough, he concluded. He started to kiss different parts of her body, and made an observation: The temperatures seemed equal everywhere. He remembered his professor telling him that Isothermal surfaces are very difficult to create in practice. Well, here was one perfectly beautiful isothermal surface.
They were in bed. It was quite a while really since he was this close to somebody, leaving apart a few silica chips that seemed to make a part and parcel of his life. Four years. His mind was wandering again in the past, though he seemed to beg it not to do so. He hugged her. She hugged him. They started kissing, with his hands moving about in chaotic motion, similar to what a man would do if he suddenly realised he'd lost his keys and started to search all his pockets. He wished he had a Hooks joint at his shoulder instead of a Ball and Socket one. That would give him more degrees of freedom. Or would it? He started counting, when her hands stroked his head. This seemed to take away any possible thinking he wanted to do.
They say, with a girl you've been wanting for a long time, you think of her day and night. When you're with her in bed, you think of everything but her. You lose your mind. The semi conscious state starts dominating. He couldn't control his mind, and it went from thinking about the time he had ice cream with his guide, to that when he had a tiff with someone on the road. All this when he was kissing her. He noticed small hairs above her lips, uniformly separated with a low density per unit length. They seemed so similar to the nano fins he had studied in heat transfer, and wondered if god actually meant to give these triangular fin like hairs just so that there in enhanced heat transfer by convection. Miraculous indeed. He was a millisecond close to letting out a laugh, when he controlled himself. Even with all this, he seemed to enjoy the moment. His hands made more uniform motion now, his mind automatically allotting fixed time for his hands to explore each part. He realised the amazement of this parallel processing of the mind, and recollected his 'Parallel processing' course in undergraduate studies. He immediately stopped thinking about it when he remembered he had got an E in that course. Damn that prof.
He slowly started to undo the knots in her dress. He seemed to do it so carefully and slowly, after the previous month's disaster when he was untying the threads of a beam which was hanging from an experimental roof, untied it fully, and it fell down before he could get his hands to catch the beam. A very bad impression on his guide, which he hoped didn't increase his prospective time of stay at the institute getting a PhD. Finally he managed to undo them.
Her body seemed just perfect, with uniform distribution of matter throughout the entire volume. He remembered the nightout he had put in his college days debating over the topic 'Is the human body density constant'. He didn't seem to recollect the result of the debate. He clenched his fists in anger, but didn't realise that his fists were already clenching distinct pieces of highly viscous matter.
Now, it was her turn. He seemed very uncomfortable and numb, when she began what he could only call a systematic procedure of disassociating his dress from his body. They were both, without clothes, in bed. 'The next few minutes would be blissful', he thought. He started wondering how it would be if he meshed her body for a Finite Element Analysis. Tough, he concluded. He started to kiss different parts of her body, and made an observation: The temperatures seemed equal everywhere. He remembered his professor telling him that Isothermal surfaces are very difficult to create in practice. Well, here was one perfectly beautiful isothermal surface.
'You know what?', he said
'Yes?', she replied, taking time to listen to him.
'You have a scientifically perfect body', he confidently remarked.
'Expected from a PhD', she said and started continuing, again, what he could call only a uniform scrutiny of his body parts without permission.