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Wednesday, September 22, 2010

My visit to Egypt

Human mind is the fleetest vehicle one will ever find that can take us to places without any hassles. Lying idle with no intention whatsoever to come in contact with yucky blood, I started thinking about visiting the Seven Wonders of the World one day, oops! one night. My mind just had to think the thought and I immediately found myself literally in front of one of the seven wonders, I was in Egypt, one of the cradles of human civilization. Standing in front of the mighty pyramids I felt like a mouse scurrying in front of it. Its size awed me and I stood frozen in amazement. The mighty pyramid made me shrink in my strature, I wanted to conjure up all my arithmetic lessons just to accurately get the size in my own brain. I started delving in the obliterate world of forgotten sin, cos and tans to think of measuring the size but my trigonometry failed me so next I tried to conjure up the Pythagoras theorem we had learnt in school but Mr. Pythagoras was a mystery even then so it was so no use trying to burden my poor brain. So I gave up the whole idea of the measurement and went to the bank of river Nile. There I was the bank teeming with washerwomen in their busy hard labor. Invisible to them, I splashed my feet in the cold Nile water with the desert sand blowing across my face. After watching the washerwomen speaking the strange language I couldn't comprehend, I left them to go further in my quest of the Egyptian world. I visited the noisy taverns, where men wearing tunic that seemed to enclose all of their vulgarity sat drinking and merry-making. I've never felt comfortable in presence of men so I quietly left the place. I went inside the pyramid; saw it guarded by mannequin like sentinels who hardly budged. I saw the beautiful hieroglyphs on the walls of the pyramid and started wondering about those artistic hands who must have left their print there for eternity. I wanted to venture in the most private of the enclosed walls and meet the much feared son of god himself the great Pharaoh, but before I could venture any deeper, a wind like whoosh pulled me back to my grave, it was time for dawn. Maybe I'll visit the pharaoh the next time.

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