Muse, friend, model
There are some things which are typically you…you know, things which embody your essence as an individual…like, it’s typically Jonathan to be snide…or typically Abhimanyu to crack smart one liners...things which once you do or say them, others can look up and say ‘Ah! That was so typically you!’
I think it was typically me to install malware on my own computer.
Yeah, well, that’s right. I installed a debilitating virus on my own system: gave it sanction with my own hands- and merrily at that!
Now now, I’m not bonkers. It’s not that bad: certainly not that simple…there’s more to it…
Simply put, the fact of the matter is that it wasn’t your everyday virus…it was quite a malignant malware…a devil in disguise…a smooth talking fiend…
A Kaliyugi virus.
Bilkul. A Kaliyugi virus to the core.
Aur kya? Is it not written that in this dark age the forces of evil will multiply to infringe upon the last remaining strongholds of good, and slowly batter them down till all righteousness disappear from the world of men? That that one quarter of piousness too shall vanish and plunge the world into the night of sin?
Ay, so has been decreed! What surprise, then, if viruses too come robed as guardian angels?
Indeed, that’s how it was! A fell design, to trick simple, gullible folk to ruin!
This is how it happened…
One fine afternoon I opened my computer and checked my email. All fine. Nothing out of the ordinary. That done, I logged out of my account and was about to shut the computer as well when a window popped out of the blue…
‘Inflow of viruses detected onto your system. Would you like to scan your computer?’
‘Hmm? Yes, ok.’
‘Preliminary scan has revealed a massive virus attack on your system. Would you like to continue?’
‘Yes, of course, go on!’
‘There are some 400 viruses on your system. Would you like to do something about it? Would you like to install Personal Antivirus?’
Personal Antivirus. How reassuring. How comforting. There’s such a soothing consonance to the term…personal antivirus: a software specially designed for you, to cater exclusively to your own needs, to resolve all your problems…
To lull you into complacency and whisk all your data.
Kaliyug mein paap bhi punyatma ki bhanti vesh dharan kar vicharega, aur sansar mein bhagwan ki satta ko nasht karega…
Nasht ho gayi meri satta mere hi laptop pe! Cha gaya andhkar, jeet gaya paap!
We had a Council then. Had to. Of course we had a council. Papa, Mamma and me, and Bhai as the conscientious objector from abroad.
‘You freaking idiot, I can’t believe it! You actually installed a frigging malware on the system!’
‘Kaam kharab karma aata he bas, aur phir baithe rehte hain yunhi maaze mein!’
‘Aap log poori baat samajhne ki koshish nahi kar rahe! Inhone…’
‘Tum hi ne bigara he! Faltu kaam karte rehte hain…’
‘Why can’t he use his brains for once? Why!’
‘Aise hi hain…’
‘Baat ko samajhne ki koshish karo…’
‘Anyway, shut it out! Can’t do anything about it now! Best to reinstall Windows now…you never know…clear away everything!’
Hmm…clear away everything…clear away everything…
Aur jab paap ka ghara bhar jayega, jab shristi mein punya aur sachai trahi trahi kar manav ka tyag kar dengi, tab mein Kalki roop dharan pralay ka tanday karunga! Tab iss shrishti na nash hoga, aur jeevan ka chakr phir aarambh hoga!
Clear away everything…clear away everything…
I could see myself rise up, go beyond and above…to godhead…
Even as the Destroyer will reduce all to glowering ash, so will I unleash the fury of my wrath on the arrayed virus! Bit by bit will each corrupted file be consumed till none be left alive! Then, just as the primeval waters will drown the dead cosmos in one overpowering deluge, so will I submerge the corrupt mother board with my missionary flood. And once this debris has subsumed into the general scheme of things, into the overwhelming torrent, then, from the dark, empty, chaotic bits shall arise a new, pure Operating System! This virginal land I alone shall people with the chosen few, the elect software and programmes which shall be the denizens of a glittering golden age!
Rudra, Narayan, Brahma and Vishnu, I shall be all! Unfurl the standard, blow the conch…let there be war! Mahaaaaaaaaaaavirus!