Of sequences and powers

It was in his engineering education that he found about his powers. During boring classes of Ganjeev Supta, the professor teaching course on Radio Frequency, he had a weird feeling, the true nature of which he realized quite later when Ganjeev's true nature was revealed before SM.
For then he thought it was a homo erotic fixation or worse homosexuality that was pulling him towards Ganjeev.

His visions of distant places and queer sights in sinusoids of signal processing books was shrugged of as study pressure and nothing else. He was normal as other kids in the great Institute of Idiots and Caricatures of Takniki. Where queer sinusoids was swept under the carpet he could not keep his mind off in the RF laboratory. Sunk deep in his experiments and lab notebook he found out one fateful (and sultry) afternoon about certain frequencies in the device at which he would hear a tinning sound at the back of his head and nebulous images at the corners of his eyes. Check up with doctor was futile. He was a normal, healthy teenager was the verdict but the strange feeling bubbling inside him did not feel normal or healthy.

Only this time he did not want to back off, it is was a danger he wanted to explore. So he went to the lab late in the night and started tuning the device. The images started coming back, his palms were sweaty but he lingered on. In the true spirit of science he fiddled with the knobs and noted the value of parameters in his lab diary, which in affect was his dear diary. Few frequencies, a combination of them actually would have better images, clearer and bigger than others. He would often hear some noises too in these experiments but could not make anything out of it.

But that particular night, he heard a clear groan. His ears picked up. It might have been an alien. What do all these SETI guys know! A human body like formation gave a further boost for him for further night outs. At times he would get some rhythmic noises and he carefully recorded and anaylsed them but found no pattern. He was so close yet so far, what further can he try? Out of boredom he brought Kurkure packet and Juice Up (NimbooPani flavor) his nightly sojourns. This lead to further peccadillos such as Gudang Garam, his favourite flavored ciggi in the whole world. Once in a casual night of experimentation he slipped out of his slippers and suddenly heard a loud gasp. Ah hA, he cursed himself, this is no magic with the device, the signals are being affected by his body which by touch to the earth are getting a better reception! Such a basic concept, he had forgotten in technical mumbo jumbo.

Feverishly he tuned back and forth until the voices where clear and images came on a screen of smoke rising up in front of him. They gained clarity when his eyes weere closed. The smoke would rise up to form some familiar figure but get washed away if he lost his concentration. He tried hard, and lo Behold. He saw it all in front of his eyes and heard it too. It was not an alien, no Krishh, Jaddoo aur E.T. for him. Hell it was no three eyed monster of a zorky planet. It was his Bong teaching assistant making out with the micro-processor teaching assistant in nearby lawns. What bull crap. "I always thought she was a dyke. What is she doing with that porcupine headed ass-chhidra". It seemed as if a bad dream or worse a hoax, an MTV bakra caught with his pants down, ridiculed by ugly VJs.

All those gasps, groans, moans and rhythms where no hidden signs of extra terrestrial life. Hell he was trying to find their correlation with Riemann numbers, Fibonacci sequence. The only relation he could see now was rabbits multiply in patterns governed by Fibonacci sequence and imagine lakhs and crores of the porcupine headed descendants of the TA. He forgot the count and drowsed to sleep after 6765.

Let their be a sinusoid

Out of a growl from the bowels of Brahmaan arose a cloud of resonance. A pulsating and bristling a self actualized being arose which to lesser mortals appears amongst them but his powers knew no bounds. A comparison with any of the superheroes is futile, for what is a superhero but a fantastic extrapolation of mortal human. It is like a deviant line from the center - the human, the connotations are that of what a man is, can be or can not be but it is always with reference to the man. Juxtaposition of a mass of flesh and spandex with a force of nature is a folly which many people will do who come in his contact.

Who is he? Is he a bird, is he an airplane? Is he superman? Is he Christopher Reeves, heck Keanu Reeves? No he is SIGNAL MAN.

Doston ka dil, dushmano ka katil
Aa gaya signal man

To an undiscerning eye SM appears as flesh and bones, as a signal which started propagating at t=T but only a few enlightened beings know that Signal Man is like a wave rising and falling by his own tidings appearing and disappearing, incarnating and dying by some mysterious formulae. It was a small wavelet of SM which had made Maxwell make those famous equations. Erwin Schrödinger and his cat was a mere play at logic and physics that human mind can encompass. And just when they thought they had figured it out all, SM gave them wave-particle duality!

Leave the physicist and engineers alone for SM has 'appeared' again on Earth with full phase of his powers embodied as a human for all together purpose. What will that be? We will start from where it appears t=T :)