That weekend was not quite as eventful. Along with my usual extra long naps in the lazy Saturday and Sunday afternoons (my princess Awateef suggested that I should start up a Snooze Club and be the President, along with Sakura the cat as one of the affiliate), I did spend the time watching the rerun episodes of Dragon Ball & the new season 7 CSI, though I still prefer the cool ‘H’ in the Miami version, playing with my kids, groceries at Kar Foo and browsing books at MPH with my dear wife.
But last night, suddenly I was brought to this idea of multiverse.
It started when Ahwaz my eldest, while on our way sending him to his tuition class, asked what kind of star was it while pointing to a brightly shining object in the night sky.
'That’s the biggest star in our galaxy', said my wife.
'It’s not that big to me', replied Ahwaz.
I said quietly to myself, that thing is certainly not the Death Star, the military battle station of Lord Vader. “Emm Yang, that I’m afraid is not quite right. Well, my son, that star is certainly not the biggest, neither it is IN our galaxy. By the way, in our galaxy there’s only one star which is the Sun.” Of which much later, I found that statement was not quite right either. The sun is known as a yellow dwarf star in our Milky Way galaxy, so neither quite right as the only star nor the biggest in the our galaxy.
Yeap, surely not the 'star' on Page 3 in the tabloid version of the Sun. “That star is one of the many billions number of stars in our universe”.
“Thanks. You are cool Ayah, how come you know everything?” praised Ahwaz.
“Well, I did graduate in Aerospace Engineering from the 2nd (or maybe the 3rd, why the heck should I care) oldest university in the UK you know. Anything between the sky and the Earth is my expertise, you should at least follow my footsteps.”
“But why engineers can only afford Korean cars?” “That my son is what we technocrat called a fit-for-purpose lifestyles.” Luckily, there’s no more why’s and how’s, as we already reached his tuition centre.
Back to the galaxy issues, many galaxies will make up a universe. Many universes will then make up multiverse. There’s a theory that there are parallel universes that is similar to ours. That means, somewhere out there (‘the’ very far away in space and in time), there maybe another us. What do you mean ‘another us’? I leave that, to the theorist (remember my admonition when wrong theories, assumptions and deductions are applied?)
In the other universe, I guess my other self will have the opportunity to do what I only dreamt to do. I’m sure my other self could be a renowned poet. Writing endless couplets of enchanting words that could soften the hardest heart. Or maybe, an accomplished cricketer who’s batting skills matching Sachin Tendulkar and bowling faster than Shoaib Akthar.
Another me in another universe somewhere, would be an animal caretaker, joining WWF or some other organisation like that. There’s also this guy call me, in yet another universe who is just a simple guy working as a janitor in a building somewhere, who is proud of his job.
Dream on my dear self. You are in your own multiverse.
