THE REAL AND THE VIRTUAL
Khaliqur Rahman
I am now an old kid of 70. And, I love kidding, seriously. I go kidding around, seriously, on twitter, on the facebook, in the www.englishclub.com, on www.speakingtree.in, on www.audioboo.com, on the LEARN ENGLISH | BRITISH COUNCIL|BBC facebook page, on www.linkedin.com, on my own www. khaliquesblog.blogspot.com, on yahoo mail, on gmail, on rediffmail and many other places in the virtual world.
But what is real and what is virtual? Very early in my childhood, when they started disciplining me in my religion, that is Islam, they told me that the only REAL is GOD. The rest is virtual. Later, I learnt that all religions say the same thing about GOD and the world.
At school, they taught me Physics. I learnt about mirrors, the plain, the concave and the convex mirrors. If I remember right, they told me all about real image and the virtual image. It was really wonderful for me as a child to understand that in front of a plain mirror I was REAL but not so before GOD!
Disciplined and graduated thus in Science, I became a student of Arts, to be precise, of English Literature. In the classes, I was told that Literature is a mirror of Life but it imitates life not as it is but as it should be. Literature, thus, is an imitation of an imitation, twice removed from reality. Then, the Bible said and Milton reiterated: God created Man in his own image. Physics lessons taught me that images can be real and virtual. My Ego just could not swallow all of this at the same time!
I am 70 now. That is a reality. I weigh 65 kg is a reality. I am all of five feet seven and half inches tall is a reality. I am a kid, 70 year old kid, is half real half unreal, perhaps figurative, perhaps because the bard talked of the second childhood.
With these realities that define and identify my being at the present juncture of my life, I have no quarrels. In fact, I am at perfect peace with my image in the mirror, I mean my plain mirror.
But I am scared of the mirrors all around. Some mirrors in these mirror houses show me bigger than I really am. I don’t like it. Most others show me much smaller than I really am. I hate it. I, therefore, chose to remain surrounded, if at all, by plain mirrors. I confine myself to my sweet little home and avoid public places and public functions that normally have convex mirrors all around you.
But the other day, I was unusually enthusiastic, to go to Raj Bhavan, of course, on an invitation, because one of my very senior friends, who I have always found, in real life, much taller than I actually am, was going to be recognized, in a way, for his illustrious 60 years in journalism. His Excellency, the Governor, was going to launch his book published by KBT University of Journalism.
I reached RB 20 minutes before the scheduled programme and 5 minutes before the recommended reporting time. As I made my nervous entry, after being thoroughly frisked and scanned, into the grandest premise of the State, I felt extremely diminished. I spent another virtual, and perhaps real, torrid time, of three quarters of an hour, before His Excellency appeared and we all stood up. I thought I stood 5cms7.5mms instead of 5’7.5’’!
Back home, my wife wore a proud look. What is real? And, what is virtual?