The Grand Assumption
The Grand Assumption
“Assumptions and exaggerations are deeply ,related, many assumptions in a series lead to theories but at the same time these pieces of exaggerations lead to the truth which although very much rare, but in a brilliant puzzle may lead to a breakthrough….”
These were the words being penned by Dr. Ken as the monsoons were inflicting havoc outside. Indian monsoons being most fierce in August and the excavation site of Mohenjo-Daro where Dr. Ken and his fellow mates were struggling day and night for bits and pieces. It could wash out things well. He stood up and started strolling in the tent as whiplash winds were trying to shake the very foundations of his tent. His blonde long hair being ruffled here and there while he was fisting something as if not to lose it to those indomitable waters. At the same time his eyes were sunken deep in tiredness and deep thought. He saw outside.
The beautiful drainage site of Mohenjo-Daro and Great Granary lay in front. He was gazing at the ancient masterpieces as they were helping the rains to be drained off. Seeing which his small lips to widen in a smile. The rains were unfurling since this ,night, the very day when he came across what he was holding. He took out a bottle of his favorite smooth Jack Daniels and poured the golden fluid in an all-purpose mug, gulping it in sips and peering through his diary. His table was no less than an archaeological site, he was nothing less than a tomb raider. Very small and minute ,artifacts, a gun m a hunter’s knife and photographed details of unusual sites. Barely an archaeologist would make out but then he was Dr. Ken. After a few pegs of his favorite whisky when he got warmed up and focused.
He began penning down further in the ragged and torn fat diary, seemingly home to many of his previous writings and scribblings.
“I have been fascinated by India since I was very young. Something different about this culture and its essence, very apart totally unique and deep as no one has known. That’s why I became an Indologist, and having been through the length and breadth of the country’s history sensing somewhere or the other it has been interpreted wrongly. The peaceful Aryan tribes, the first rulers of this land and their cult I think they were the best and most advanced. Unusual and peculiarly scientific literature endorsed in unaccountable Indian works has seen me from Cambridge, giving up luxuries and taking up the challenge to show what India actually was and since then I have been working on a theory. The very exaggerated and assumption based, a thrill an adventure while my partners laughed and giggled and some tried to tell me
“Don’t be mad “
“Actually, I had ruined my 25 years in these ruins but this thing in my hand”
A shiver runs through him and alerted he watched around fisting the artifact.
“This valuable piece of mastered and exquisite finding has just told me that my Dear Ken, the show has begun….”
Quickly he pours a full volume in his glass and emptying in one gulp resumes
“Ever since i have been to Bhimbetka, the oldest evidence of Indian civilization and Konark Sun Temple my mind has cried out and dueled with my sense, something or the other is definitely unusual here. Then the scriptures of the ,Vedas, Smritis, Mahabharata etc. volumes I found out in Germany and also at Varanasi until my theory starts taking shape until a final clue and when my grand assumption had put me for the first time in “you are right” situation. I can’t help but go out and like a mad man scream to the world that what journey I am going to embark upon”
The rains had slowed down in a drizzle. Jack Daniels had its part for Dr. Ken Forge ,Williams, Professor of Archaeology, Cambridge University.
This was written outside his tent which was atop a small hill from where
“The City of Dead” lay ahead. The tent wasn’t guarded and Dr. Ken was an introvert fellow who wanted his findings to himself. His team was huge settled all around the site making it a small city.
Dr. Ken had been the authority of findings at Indus Valley sites of Mohenjo-Daro and Harappa. The world knows much about it and since then he has been glued to solve the typical literature of the fellows that dwelled here. Curious number ,systems, excellent architecture until among the usual hammer and chisel work, he got the most surprising results. He had come across crematorium and excavated remains of the unfortunate city men. Occasionally such samples are found a bit radioactive but the Geiger counter suggested that there were around hundreds of people found out from remains and the samples were radioactive to such an extent as if a nuclear catastrophe had resulted.
Dr. Ken was still penning down his old memoirs while holding the glass containing a thin layer of brilliant golden fluid.
“I had decided on my friend Gustav’s assurance to return to England where I was to resume with my college work than wasting my time in stones and proving my 25 years of penance baseless. But this gave me all the vigor I wanted. With new enthusiasm I started digging deeper and around those areas while new wonders came ahead such as reinforced steel ,plates, unusual 8 metal alloys(ashtadhatu in Sanskrit) and many such findings surfaced”
Dr. Ken’s gazed right at the city of dead which was finally speaking to him after a long time.
“And while my laborers were complaining as I made them do more than their chores. I found something that the western world could ever imagine. Thin alloy wires and metallic strips, it was just amazing. The rest which followed was remarkable and suddenly then I thought about my theory. Mohenjo-Daro, Konark Sun Temple and Bhimbetka it all fits. All those assumptions with which I had filled my library of around hundred volumes all was coming together to make some sense and all I wish if only I would have been a bit younger”
His pen continued on as he was glued closed enough to nearly touch the pages
“Rains prevented us, particularly me knuckling and cursing it for each moment of loss. Yet my mates were busy chatting along within their tents food being cooked and serving hot tea. It surely made me a bit nervous”
Dr. Ken now reclined back to his chair soothingly sipping his drink. He was immersed in his drink enjoying this numbness as memories of past flashed. A ruined life, his girlfriend left, family disgusted and he a failed man, but a brave archaeologist. He smiled that it is the triumph of his own actual self at least than being in that vicious circle of life and ,death, kids and pleasure of sex. Immediately he sat back and grabbed his pen.
“God shows us light only in my case the effect was delayed and it had to be today 4th of August 2010 when the rains had slowed down.”
He picked up the beloved artifact in his hands, shining in the dim gas lit fire smooth shining ,metal, almost like gold. Something which seemed beyond explanation. This clue which has led him to his Grand Assumption after 25 years of devotion and strain; His hard work paid off. Mohenjo-Daro gifted him for his hardwork.
“Now all I need is to go on a quest with a bunch of people “
He seemed excited as his mind was rushing with thoughts. As he paused for a bit again something shook him. He Gave a glance at his bottle as very little Jack Daniels was left for his private ,celebrations, he poured the bare minimum and sipped it to finally be done with.
The Sun was about to come up as the tent received the first few shimmers. He had no clue how time flied
“7 am it ,is, time to call Gustav” rushing quickly to the table and holding his phone pressed the digits them holding close to his ear eagerly. After a few minutes somewhere in London a sleeping Gustav picks up and said
“Hello mate, so when are your tickets back home”
Dr. Ken unhesitatingly responded “Hey my Frenchman, can you do me a favor”
”Speak up“ says Gustav. Dr. Ken stumbles and curling his lips said
“Can you send me the latest copy of the ancient text on Aircrafts, the VIMAAN SHASTRA if I am not wrong”
“,Yes, How come all of a sudden”
“Just send it to me or if you happen to somehow come here bring it here
“What is it this time” says Gustav.
” Have you started again”
Dr. Ken on another hand says
“And yes, Gustav can you also find a bunch of people for ,me, talk to you later”
“What’s wrong with you now”
“I think my grand assumption just found it’s missing ,piece, kept me waiting for long” said the confident Dr. Ken holding the now visible brilliant alloy-based model of an exquisitely finished ,aircraft, a brilliant miniature model of a winged bird.
Gustav on the other hand said
“I am coming ,there, just wait for me and till then stay ,there, I’ll be there soon.”
“Ok one more ,thing, can you..errrrr bring 10 bottles of ummmmm…I finished it up tonight so…you know naa……”
sarcastically Gustav replied
“Of course, why ,not, I am meant to be your potable bartender for ,now, any more requirements if you have”
Dr. Ken replied “,No, just come along and then we start ,off, been all awake for long feeling a bit sleepy”
Saying which he laid down his phone and half reclined as he was on his long chair as soon as he gave himself a rest, he immediately dozed off.
The sun now finally up while Dr. Ken lied down on his chair in a deep sleep, clinching his valuable piece of evidence in his hand.
