To moon or not to moon...final installment

The day had passed and still no communication about the moon mission was received. Sanjeev was lying down on the lawn, staring at the night sky at the moon. He knew, India’s first manned mission to the moon had taken an unsuspecting turn. He was the only one in India who was not listening to the radio or watching television. He felt that the hype media had created about the mission was too much and we were so dumb as to have a mission that would just go round the moon and back and not land on it. What was the point of such a mission?

          But he was staring at the sky, although he hated the over hype, he wanted the mission to succeed. He was wondering what it would be like on the moon. He felt a chill. He saw the moon narrowing down in his vision. He was fast asleep in moments.

          (Beep)… (Beep)…..Sanjeev woke up to a weird environment. There were blinking lights and beeping noises on a black background. He was right below a bulb like object that was blinking in a never-before-seen fashion. It was going on and off but it seemed as if the light coming out was black. He felt a black beam of light emanating from the bulb. He looked around and was astonished to find that he was hovering. He shrugged heavily and fell off on the floor once he was out of the scope of the black beam. He noticed a door and opened it into a hallway with four other rooms. He opened the first door and found the five astronauts from the hanuman mission suspended on thin air in a similar fashion as he was.

          He narrowed his eyebrows at this queer sight not able to understand the plight of his situation. He however, proceeded to the five with the intention of waking them up. As he closed on them he noticed their complexion was pale. Ignoring this, he tried to wake them up but soon realized the reason behind the pale complexions. They were dead.

          Petrified, he returned to the hallway to find two figures of no particular shape hovering towards him. He panicked and tried the second door. He opened it to find a series of cars, varying from Fords to Lamborghinis and Peugeots to Tatas, luxury cars to commercials ones all in a neat arrangement. He narrowed his brows further. Realizing the two disfigured hovering towards him went for the third door. He opened it to a party in a discotheque, and the dancers were only Bollywood actress in sleazy dresses. Finding his predicament fishy and yet not discarding it completely went for the final door. It opened to a bright room with echoes of his name being repeated in a thunderous manner by a familiar noise- his MOM……

          Sanjeev woke up in his bedroom to reality……a frustrating day at the office.