The night is getting thicker and darker. Dog's barking is heard outside. A mild sound of a vehicle is coming from somewhere far. At the very moment I switched on my computer, unplugged the telephone and connected the cable of internet to the computer. It might be almost midnight.
There is something interesting to be linked with the internet this late night. Lately, I have got an interesting chatting partner. I like his messages most. These are so interesting that I feel I learn a lot from them. His expressions happen to be surprising and interesting as well. I am sitting this late night to chat with the same fellow.
It is worth mentioning here why this chat-partner has been more surprising for me. I did not ask how he got my e-mail address and I was not very much concerned for that either. But, it was he who added my e-mail in his MSN messenger. I accepted his ID afterwards and I accepted him since I wanted to extend my e-mail partners.
He had left me by surprise as he appeared online in my messenger box, I asked his name.
Without any delay, he introduced himself as a test-tube baby, i.e. he was a test-tube son. I doubted and asked, "Aren't you a computer hacker?
"Not of course I promise I'm not." He answered and added, "Please don't get perplexed."
"I swear, I'm a test tube baby. Don't you believe me?" He wrote instantly.
Our relation spread like a dense lawn in the ground or a bush of jujube.
The internet was signed in as soon as I connected it and he had already signed in.
"Are you fine?" He wrote first in pure Nepali script.
"I'm fine." I responded in the same Nepali style. Our chatting continued likewise.
"How the days are passing on?" I wrote.
"They are as usual." He answered.
I wanted to know more about him today and wrote," I feel very happy while chatting with you."
"Can you say the reason you introduced yourself as a test-tube baby?" I posed another question without waiting his response.
"I was born after putting sperm and ovum in the test-tube. Those who know the fact call me a test-tube baby." He responded without hesitation and it made our chat friendlier.
"You happen to be a product of scientific advancement. I'm very happy to talk with you. Oh! Test-tube son!" I poured myself joyfully.
"But, I'm very sad being a product of scientific invention." His answer was against my expectation.
"Is it a matter of sorrow to be born?" I was amazed. I asked him surprisingly what I wanted and attached some signs of exclamations as well.
"I'm sad in the process of my birth, not for that I was born." He clarified.
I was surprised and curious. I could not understand why the test-tube baby was not satisfied getting the chance to observe this world as a result of scientific invention. I asked, "Why are your so sad in this matter?
"Yes, of course." I'm sad since I don't know who my parents are." He answered and sent some symbols expressing seriousness. I was willing to ask him some more and he wrote the same. "I'd like to share my real story with you. Are you ready?"
"If you don't mind" I wrote sympathetically.
"Listen." He wrote," They (who are my so-called parents) had a love marriage. Both of them are professors but they had contradictory views on rearing the children. Now, I have got an evidence for that. Consequently, I was born after the sperm and ovum was conceived to the womb of an unknown woman. I was nourished by a strange woman supported by my so-called father. He does not have his wife now; she has deserted him in fact."
His expressions were really touching. "Why are you so distressed, still you have a loving father, haven't you?" I wrote.
"I have no hesitation being their son in blood relation." He opined.
"Of course, I have got their love enough."
"Then, what's the matter?" I raised my curiosity.
"I hate that woman who deny natural birth and negate the fetus's right to be born. " He poured his agony." And I noticed that scientific advancement is the sole cause of such happenings."
"It may be that woman was unable to conceive." I forwarded my query.
"Wait a moment." He wrote, and sent an attached file of a scanned matter in my e-mail.
"This e-mail contains a letter written to my father by the lady professor who deserted him. This is evidence. Read it thoroughly." He wrote further, "I had got it in my father's diary, scanned it and saved. This reveals the desires and emotions of the women in this 21st century, I think."
I opened the mail. It was a letter to the male professor by his wife of the same status. I began reading it-
There is something interesting to be linked with the internet this late night. Lately, I have got an interesting chatting partner. I like his messages most. These are so interesting that I feel I learn a lot from them. His expressions happen to be surprising and interesting as well. I am sitting this late night to chat with the same fellow.
It is worth mentioning here why this chat-partner has been more surprising for me. I did not ask how he got my e-mail address and I was not very much concerned for that either. But, it was he who added my e-mail in his MSN messenger. I accepted his ID afterwards and I accepted him since I wanted to extend my e-mail partners.
He had left me by surprise as he appeared online in my messenger box, I asked his name.
Without any delay, he introduced himself as a test-tube baby, i.e. he was a test-tube son. I doubted and asked, "Aren't you a computer hacker?
"Not of course I promise I'm not." He answered and added, "Please don't get perplexed."
"I swear, I'm a test tube baby. Don't you believe me?" He wrote instantly.
Our relation spread like a dense lawn in the ground or a bush of jujube.
The internet was signed in as soon as I connected it and he had already signed in.
"Are you fine?" He wrote first in pure Nepali script.
"I'm fine." I responded in the same Nepali style. Our chatting continued likewise.
"How the days are passing on?" I wrote.
"They are as usual." He answered.
I wanted to know more about him today and wrote," I feel very happy while chatting with you."
"Can you say the reason you introduced yourself as a test-tube baby?" I posed another question without waiting his response.
"I was born after putting sperm and ovum in the test-tube. Those who know the fact call me a test-tube baby." He responded without hesitation and it made our chat friendlier.
"You happen to be a product of scientific advancement. I'm very happy to talk with you. Oh! Test-tube son!" I poured myself joyfully.
"But, I'm very sad being a product of scientific invention." His answer was against my expectation.
"Is it a matter of sorrow to be born?" I was amazed. I asked him surprisingly what I wanted and attached some signs of exclamations as well.
"I'm sad in the process of my birth, not for that I was born." He clarified.
I was surprised and curious. I could not understand why the test-tube baby was not satisfied getting the chance to observe this world as a result of scientific invention. I asked, "Why are your so sad in this matter?
"Yes, of course." I'm sad since I don't know who my parents are." He answered and sent some symbols expressing seriousness. I was willing to ask him some more and he wrote the same. "I'd like to share my real story with you. Are you ready?"
"If you don't mind" I wrote sympathetically.
"Listen." He wrote," They (who are my so-called parents) had a love marriage. Both of them are professors but they had contradictory views on rearing the children. Now, I have got an evidence for that. Consequently, I was born after the sperm and ovum was conceived to the womb of an unknown woman. I was nourished by a strange woman supported by my so-called father. He does not have his wife now; she has deserted him in fact."
His expressions were really touching. "Why are you so distressed, still you have a loving father, haven't you?" I wrote.
"I have no hesitation being their son in blood relation." He opined.
"Of course, I have got their love enough."
"Then, what's the matter?" I raised my curiosity.
"I hate that woman who deny natural birth and negate the fetus's right to be born. " He poured his agony." And I noticed that scientific advancement is the sole cause of such happenings."
"It may be that woman was unable to conceive." I forwarded my query.
"Wait a moment." He wrote, and sent an attached file of a scanned matter in my e-mail.
"This e-mail contains a letter written to my father by the lady professor who deserted him. This is evidence. Read it thoroughly." He wrote further, "I had got it in my father's diary, scanned it and saved. This reveals the desires and emotions of the women in this 21st century, I think."
I opened the mail. It was a letter to the male professor by his wife of the same status. I began reading it-
Dear,
Having stuck to our own logic, we agreed to disagree. You loved your semen more than me. You condemned the scientific achievement that I worshipped. I don't want to conceive and you deny being a father of a test-tube baby. You do not like to present yourself impotent in front of the scientific discovery. Though I am able for conception, I like to utilize the scientific achievement. We are spouse externally but believe in individual freedom. Therefore, I'd like to use my freedom in its full fledge. I'd like to sink in modernity and you are trembling in it.
Dear professor, I conclude,
I write this late evening when the sun is getting pale in the west. I am here in the meadow where we first had shared our love. I remember every night we passed together. I decided to be alone since we were seriously disagreed and I wrote this letter. Keep it safe. I'd like to inform you through this letter that I have asked to make a wonderful gift for your birthday and it is a test-tube baby. You should accept my wonderful gift, the 36 week old test tube son, when you step the last day of your 36 year. I beg your pardon; I couldn't show my unnaturally swollen belly accepting your proposal.
Yours,
Wife (professor)
Having stuck to our own logic, we agreed to disagree. You loved your semen more than me. You condemned the scientific achievement that I worshipped. I don't want to conceive and you deny being a father of a test-tube baby. You do not like to present yourself impotent in front of the scientific discovery. Though I am able for conception, I like to utilize the scientific achievement. We are spouse externally but believe in individual freedom. Therefore, I'd like to use my freedom in its full fledge. I'd like to sink in modernity and you are trembling in it.
Dear professor, I conclude,
I write this late evening when the sun is getting pale in the west. I am here in the meadow where we first had shared our love. I remember every night we passed together. I decided to be alone since we were seriously disagreed and I wrote this letter. Keep it safe. I'd like to inform you through this letter that I have asked to make a wonderful gift for your birthday and it is a test-tube baby. You should accept my wonderful gift, the 36 week old test tube son, when you step the last day of your 36 year. I beg your pardon; I couldn't show my unnaturally swollen belly accepting your proposal.
Yours,
Wife (professor)
As I informed him that the reading was complete, he wrote something which was beyond of my imagination, "Are you ready to sell your semen, now?"
I sent a message expressing my unwillingness to have a test tube baby and added some signs of laughter.
"You know? Now, there will be tanks full of semen just like that of milk and oil in the clinical laboratories of the cities. I am a specimen of that." The test-tube baby argued further,-"and the doctors in the cities will sleep on the bed of money earned by selling the semen. On the other hand, those males who sell their semen will be loitering in the streets looking their dimmed shadows."
"More interesting fact is that those women like my father's wife will be in the queue of those who extract their womb out and have plastic surgeries in their vaginal tube. Each and every glass-house will be changed into a scientific lab. Then, a uterus will not be needed to bear a test-tube baby. Children will be born crying in the glass houses just like the chicken in the poultry farms. But the first crying of a child will not touch the heart of women. They will be wandering with their tight breasts."
Those women will be in search of a plastic-made strong husband and ignore their real husbands or lovers who refused to be a father of a test-tube baby and sleep calmly with their husbands."
He wrote quite long message this time, but I read everything patiently.
Before I would ask him, he wrote,--" See, no one will be the wife of anyone else and no one a husband or son. (Everyone will be just like me in relation). Every male will have been selling their semen and women will have been doing the same for their ovum. Child rearing will be only in the lab. The test-tube sons will be proposing for love to the women having tight breast and selling their ovum and the daughters will be proposing the same for those males who will have already sold their semen (though they might have been born with the semen of the same) and involve in sex. The test-tube babies might say--"No, I have no relation with you at all. I can be your lover. We can marry. Let's sleep together this night. Then, the wives like my father's will be coming back to their left and old husbands and embrace them regretting on their unnecessary longing towards the scientific achievement in their. Wait and see everything in the future."
He continued writing his arguments. I could hardly manage myself only reading his writing. Even then I asked him, "You mean the longing of the human attachment with the scientific advancement is the only love for truth?"
"You've got the point. I was about to write this to you." His quick reply appeared on my screen instantly. "Thousands of Einsteins are being killed as a result of scientific achievement, aren't they?"
I couldn't follow him at all and asked--"How is it so, what do you mean, in fact?"
"Hey, couldn't you follow even this simple fact?" He sent a sketch of a joker all together. "You know, I was talking about the condom which has been a protagonist between the semen and ovum. The scientific innovation of condom has been killing many Einsteins, Gandhis and Buddhas before they were born. It should be accused of abortion and sent to the jail. The science is responsible for abortion.
He accused people being modern hypocrites and wrote,--" Science has bounded all."
My internet was disconnected abruptly and our chatting was discontinued. I took it as a failure of scientific discoveries and connected to sign in again. Surprisingly, he was not online. I did not save the conversation with him but the attached letter of Mrs. Professor is still in my mailbox.
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I'm reading this letter in my computer even today. I have signed in my MSN. Some of my friends are still online but he is not, though I am waiting for him and I have this story for his remembrance.
I remember my lover while writing this story now. She passes the whole day in the cyber coquetting with many of her net-mates and happens to embrace me every whole night. She says--"Dear Anmol, I have no interest in rearing children; I cannot bear the pain of pregnancy and cannot pass the time playing with the toddlers. I've no interest at all for such petty things. I only love you very much.
I have no comment. I never told her about my chatting with the test-tube son. Even if I had told, either she might not believe me or she might agreed with it. I cannot say the things in my language that the test-tube baby had said. I cannot even say her; you are a woman hence you must be a mother. The happiest moment for a woman is the pain felt while giving birth to a child? This is the only pain that contains pleasure and happiness.
She has been a winner over me in every way. As she read news about the test-tube baby in a newspaper, she fondled and said --"Let's have a test-tube baby, my dear!"
Since I didn't care her at all, she became closer to me coquettishly and insisted to agree with her.
(My lover who was neat and clean in her complexion but blackish inwardly might be playing with her baby inside her womb). But I couldn't disagree with her at that time and could not say kissing her that I can't be a father of a test tube baby, my beloved!
