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Jamshedpur, July 28: From Jamshedpur, where does one go to escape the pandemic COVID-19? Going forward does seem to be a healthy idea as vaccines are in various stages of effective or otherwise human trials. So, the mask mania may persist for all one knows but for how many tomorrows one does not. Thus travelling back in time to about a mere million years seems a safer bet. Therefore, with N95s and wicket keeping gloves on, it is time to pull out HG Wells’ Time Machine and set the auto ticker back to a time before Alexander’s forefathers were born. Dusted and sanitized, get set for the ride to hell as per old school concepts.
�Presto! The Time contraption, without a creak has travelled back through time to reach the banks of the yet dry and hot glacial region of Pongamaru. Men, their other halves (presumably) and children of common parentage are seen riding on pygmy dinosaurs about 60 feet in height, enjoying the warm blizzard of the region, without a care in the world. Suddenly there was a rumbling in the opposite distance and within a flicker of an eye a platoon of dinosaurs riding families came charging against the family out on vacation or whatever it was at that point of a million years or so ago. Dinosaurs fought dinosaurs, women fought men and women while the children gnawed on chunks of flesh and bones of the fallen ones and collected leftovers for the men sitting idly and hungrily for their share of the dead or nearly dead dinosaurs and men. The women on both sides came out unscathed and gathered around the fresh carcasses jointly enjoying the fruits of their warfare and chatting in their sign language that seemed obscene, even by modern standards. Their sound language seemed better but equally undecipherable. The whole scene seemed less barbaric than what one gets to see in Parliament of modern times or in the multi-lingual Vidhan Sabhas that have withstood the pacifying balm of President’s Rule. One got an idea of the times human and animals underwent transformation as civilization developed even without referring to Charles Darwin’s autobiography of his ancestral evolution to the present day gnomes busy propagating war games that smaller people play.
Only the dinosaurs have been replaced by missiles and other toys of mass destruction but nothing has been discovered that can better the killer potential of the invisible coronavirus. By the time one discovered the joys of watching uncovered women relishing their barbaric joys, more rumblings from either ends could be heard. Men, women, children and dinosaurs roared, the latter comparatively feebly and the possibilities of another world war being staged could not be ruled out. Sanity prevailed. The Time Machine was set forward and it was a trip back to the future of more refined barbaric times. Today.�
Mr HG Wells’ machine returned safely back to Jamshedpur and is stowed away carefully in its secret garage far from the gaze of vehicle lifters who are adept in dismantling parts of scooters to space rockets and selling them openly to Goutam Shankar and Donald Trump with equal conviction and nonchalance. Let Wells’ memorabilia rest in peace and not fall prey to mechanical piece-makers.
Back in Jamshedpur, one encounters the barbaric offshoots with physical coverings except for the face mask part, shuffling along market places, adding gaily to the crowds while some others are whistling around town on their mechanized dinosaurs emitting war-cries that go in the name of girl teasing and sanity disturbing. Some of these barbarians do not shout but just do acrobatics on their two wheelers to impress none. They ride their dinosaurs in twos and threes and show the way how to saturate mankind with the corona confederation.
No doubt, the district administration is burning the midnight oil to figure out ways to harness the spread of COVID infection. More quarantine centres are being planned at interstate checkposts to check the invasive attitude of the virus but the authorities should spare a wee moment from their busy 24×7 schedule and adopt the easier remedial process of picking up the human viral bearers and caning them without fear of consequences. No human rights organization will object to that as it is every human’s right to live safely sans these offensive clones of humans who make the ice and stone ages better alternative to live in. Send them to Siberia where one believes, Polar Bears still prowl and are not prone to COVID infection. The biologist who discovered the fact before being digested by a Polar had transmitted this message. Cane these corona carriers and dispose of them to Siberia. The Polar Bears will dispose of them and bless a saner mankind for their concern for iced creatures.
