The creator and his creation - page 4

Mithun’s attainments seemed to pierce my conscience. Look at him, he lives for his goals. He lives to make his dreams come true. And me, I live for my family, I live to earn money and fame. My contribution to my field are limited. My life is a story similar to hundreds of others, but look at my great friend Mithun! He is the winner in the race of life. At that moment, like every other moment in my life mithun seemed to have a preponderate influence in my life.

I followed his pointed finger, to the cauldron. The cauldron exhibited a revolving image of what seemed like a miniature solar system. Planets revolving around their respective suns, satellites revolving around planets, shooting comets, heavenly bodies, stars, asteroids. It seemed to contain the whole cosmos! ‘My friend has invented a satellite which shows a miniature universe’ I said in a delighted voice. And I patted Mithun’s shoulder with great pride. ‘Yes my friend, you have shown our universe through this mirror of yours’. But Mithun retreated and laughed aloud. The twinkle in his eyes was replaced by a certain minatory gaze. And when he spoke, his voice seemed like a thunder. “this is my answer to your God, this is the universe I have created.” I couldn’t believe my ears. This can’t be true I said. He is mad, I told myself. He has taken this melee (confused conflict) with God a little too seriously.

‘Mithun my dearest friend, you have worked for ages in this laboratory. You need some fresh air now. Join me and my family for a while. I really think you need a holiday.’ I uttered these words as sympathetically as possible. My attempts to mollify him seemed futile. I was in a state of trepidation.