Thought Experiment

It was a good week for our family. My wife and I never had a fight. She used to eat okra every day for seven days. Okra said that these okra are so prickly on my body but not this week. Takatli Bhendi, Okra and Buttermilk, Okra in Buttermilk, Buttermilk Okra Gravy, Bhendi Do Tak, Bhediya Bhendi, Crushed Ladies Fingers or Buttermilk was a hearty delight. Seeing that I was eating with gusto, my wife was also discovering new varieties. Little Chunky Monkey's understanding was admirable. Not even once in seven days did he spread hunger. Why did not insist on chocolate.
So the “family happiness clock” on the wall was showing a perfect score of 100 after many days.
“Ek celebration to banata hi hai.” Pushpa means wife said.
I immediately agreed. “Offcourse!”
Then the discussion started on where to go. I thought I'd go to Paris where it's the "Museum of Soft Fragrances".
“We have a show in London at Michael Jackson's “Thrill” Auditoria. I have passes. Go there.”
My wife is a respected thought influencer on “Cooch-Ka-Coo” so she gets a free pass to such an event.
Our family's “thought indicator” is our son Chunky Monkey. He said “How many days have we not gone out to eat. Let's go today.”
We unanimously fixed the same program before the change of mind.
Let's go to “Restaurant at the End of Universe”. From there, the exterior looks quite classic. But Chunky doesn't want to take his hand out of there. Do you know what happens if you take your hand out of this universe?
“Restaurant at the End of Universe” is “Molecular Cafe”. They have their own replicator-server. We have a home replicator at home. But it is connected to the main server of “Zom Auto”. The waves are very wavy where we live. So they don't get caught. Wireless LAN not working. So we had to get a wired connection. So the substances in the other cable seep into our cable and mix. So if you order chicken vada, you can get udi vada.
People say that the experience of the home replicator of “Swee Ghee” is good.
Their slogan is "All our dishes are made in pure cow's ghee".
But you must have experienced the hassle of migrating from one service provider to another.
Dr. Nunavre did countless favors to the human race by inventing the replicator. The main core of his research is that 10^86 (one-hundred thousand quadrillion vigintillion) atoms are scattered in such a huge amount in this universe. We can make it whatever we want by re-configuring it! From that day, the price of gold plummeted. Gold started selling at the price of seventy rupees per kg. In fact people realized that iron is more useful than gold. anyway
So we headed to the “Restaurant at the End of the Universe”. "Thought" first and dressed the restaurant appropriately. Then called our “Thought Hyper Rani” car from the parking lot. Sat in the car and left.
The car was driving. Humans are not currently licensed. Human driving has become an unforgivable crime. Humans only provide fuel for thought. As soon as the car picked up speed, the police whistle sounded. The Hyper Highway Patrol had warned our car to stop.
What's wrong now?
A thought policeman came forward and started talking to the car.
“Are you driving at less than two FTL? Did you not read where it says minimum speed limit is three FTL? Why has a worm entered your program? What is the OS version? Oh still W7? Now comes W12. Just thought the system auto updates. I am not ready to work that hard."
Hearing that talk, our car broke down and started crying.
"Oh dear, she started crying. Bai g Ugi Ugi cry no. Hit the wiper and wipe your eyes. Give a good sound and suit. If we drive at a low speed, there is a traffic jam here, sir, we get angry. We are currently running our “Southern Women's Week” so let's just leave you with a warning.” Thanking police dada, the car started moving forward.
After some distance, the car started speeding towards us. She said, “You are not thinking about me. So I ran out of fuel and the policeman got a chance. Did you hear how he was speaking like a human being? Does he have the courage to catch the truck? All the pressure on the poor poor cars. Now think hard. So my speed will increase. And we will arrive at Takatak Hotel.”
We reached the hotel at lunch time.
where to sit There was a red table open. I love the color red. While wife likes medium frequency colors like green blue. She tries to stay in the middle of the spectrum. She does not like extreme thoughts.
“Red is the color of murder. On the red table the substances have to be synthesized into dark colored oil. I don't like its smell. Plus it's Green's era right now. We will sit on the green table near that window. From there we will have a wonderful view of other floating parallel universes.”
Green is green. I have given complete freedom to my wife to take important decisions in life. So I make split decisions whether to support Ukraine or not to support Putin. anyway
The song “Think Meri Jaan Phata Phata Phat...” was playing in the cafe.
As we settled in, the computer screen next to us woke up. And it started showing the menu.
Meanwhile, a robot appeared on the screen.
“Welcome to “Restaurant at the End of the Universe””
He repeated the same sentence later in the world's top ten languages.
Seeing our faces, he reprimanded these Marathi congregations.
“Welcome to the Restaurant at the End of the Universe.” After saying this, he put the Marathi menu card. Hail Advanced Artificial Intelligence!
“You drop the number of the dish you want on the table in front of you with your finger. That's it."
"Robot..."
“Excuse me please. I'm not a robot. i am human My name is Robert. But you can call me dear Robbie.”
“Ok Robby, cut the onion. Badme hum will order.”
“Understood. He is your sweet boy, tell him not to take his hand out. This is a wrap-around universe. That hand will enter from the opposite end of the universe.”
Whether the curvature of the universe is minus, plus or zero, whether the universe is round like a football or a horse saddle or flat like a football field is a matter of debate. I didn't want to discuss it at this moment.
“Ok, onion…”
“Think. Reality is whatever you think. Think the onion will appear.”
Saying this, Robbie disappeared.
We decided to prove our menu on our own. The wife made “thoughtful” sorghum bread and sorghum bread with a garlic clove. So I wanted potato chips. What did the boy think of who to go but heaps of ice cream fell in his plate.
After tasting, none of the food had any taste. Chunky Monkey's eagerness to invent new things made him feel like O.
“Dads, what have I done? I cracked the ice cream. I thought... Best of both worlds...”

This is my usual experience. A similar om fall occurs when we try to combine two good things to make something new.
I picked up his dish of “Phodniich Ice Cream Fries” and put it in the recycle bin with both of our plates.
The boy was on fire. He now thought of making a rocket shaped cake. I started thinking of “amrit kokum with a dash of whiskey”. Then the bell rang on the computer.
“Such a barbaric dish program is not in our memory. Sorry.”
Now Robbie came on screen.
“Sorry to disappoint you. You ordered an exact dish for which we don't have the recipe. Are you from Pune? You actually have a branch in Girgramala, Mumbai. Should have gone there."
We thanked him and left.
No one was in the mood to talk.
“Did you want to go to Paris to the “Museum of Soft Fragrances”? Leave us at home and you go ahead.” wife
“Let's pretend you go to a Michael Jackson show instead. We leave you and go home.” I.
Seeing the sacrifice of my wife and me for each other, the son's heart was full. He said, “I want to say something too, don't I? Let's all go home and have a good night's sleep."
As soon as the thought of sleep came to my mind, I started to sleep.
When I came to the car, the car said. “The tank of the car is down. It will take some thinking.”
All three of us were already tired from thinking in the hotel. Drove the car straight to the thought pump and put a gallon of thought into the car.
On the way back, the wife's eyes filled with tears.
“I am tired of this synthetic food. Rather, we will go to Mama's village, see the floating trees. Mama's wife is Sugran. Eat poli, shikaran, gulabjamun every day. Eat millet bread, flour. You break the onion with a fork. Onion bread sweet sweet. Drink the water of Ada. Google will sell the autonomous car and buy a bullock cart. Let's live our lives without "thinking" about the past or the future.
“Yes yes father, let's do as mother says. The village has Bhagwat's banya, Tom is a sire, Gotya is a tamhankar. is good How long has it been since I met them? Come on…”
Since when are such unsatisfied desires "under consideration". God bless and let them be completed soon.