My trip to Mars



Photo of My trip to Mars by Trippin' Tipsy

“T-minus thirty seconds and counting.T-minus fifteen seconds and counting.T-minus six, five, four, three, two and one. Lift off, lift off as the Soyuz TMA05M carry BhavnaBura on a 6-month journey to Mars. All engines and operating nominally.”

For six months the voice from this device is my only comrade, till I land back on Earth.

“All three engines performing normally. Five and half minutes into the flight,Soyuz TMA05M is now travelling with a speed of 8000 miles an hour”.

I am not supposed to peep out of the window, as of now. But I live to peep of this very window. Radio voices wouldn’t stop;theywant to make sure their project that’s worth $450 million, stays unscathed. In a short while officials told me to unfasten the belt. I feel like an inflated balloon that takeshours to touch the ground. I feel like a bubble, weightless and floating recklessly. Since I have no control over my weight or motion, I hold bars to push myself up to the window. As I rise above the stratosphere I look upon my planet and realize our angst and greed is thousand times tinier than an atom.

Months passed inside and I am excited about my landing on Mars. I can see this little red dot from the window while I am playing with the blob of water (Thanks to zero gravity).

“Soyuz TMA05M prepared to land on Mars.”

I slide open the door and it looks as if I am putting my steps on Thar Desert; abandoned beyond horizon. The only difference between the Thar and Mars is perhaps this is rockier and off course you can have your wine with ease on the Thar and here it turns into a jelly that slips through the hold of palms. Just 200 meters away from the shuttle, I am doing nothing but trying to spot Earth till I see my shuttle catching fire. It probably was a blast but no air means no vibrations and hence no sound.

My oxygen supply would finish in other three months, that’s approximately six months on the land of Mars, craggy land of Mars. Now that I have no way to go back home I am doomed to stay here. I’ll spend all my limited supplies of survival to stay alive and see what experiences are knocking the doors. I am not going to cry or slit my wrist off.

At this point I fathomedmy dress that’s worth ten-thousand rupees isn’t going to flash before my eyes while I count my last breaths but perhaps the moment I spent on Mount Batur and felt wind on my skin and not did the talking for hours. And that’s what we live for; to die peacefully with such experiences that make us feel we have had a large life and we can then embrace death with a warm smile. Experiences come from travelling; what is innovative and inspiring about your round rotis anyway? They are going to turn into poop eventually; try skydiving perhaps, memories are permanent. Impermanence is the law of the universe, but experiences just break the rules like a boss. Travel often, pack your bags and be a nomad.

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