The Inner Frame by Mr. Nath

On one fine evening of the late winter, Mr. Raman and we were sitting in the same old place, a small tea shop with few scattered chairs, two patio umbrella tables, an old dustbin in the corner which was less filled with the waste than the corner itself and a busy kettle over the stove with brownish black stain of tea on one side. Overall, it was a cool place to hang out with buddies after a busy schedule of the day. There was not much left of the evening as on sidewalk peopl e were rushing homes to escape cold night falling soon but a mild lighted butcher shop and a bright liquor distributor on the other side of the road were still busy and counting. After a couple of teas and few clouds of smoke, we were still deep into a discussion and guess, what was all discussion about? the bloody Valentine Day as it was February 10. There was particularly no one seems to be desperately waiting for the Valentine as far as I was believing yet out of courtesy Valentine Day was a much-discusse...

The day before yesterday one of my friends had smartly started a discussion about why a person should marry? Putting his point he referenced one of the greatest thinkers,, Mr. Socarates and said "Socrates once said "At least once, a man should marry if he is lucky he will have a great prosperous life. And even if he is not so lucky, he will be a good philosopher or something like that". Saying all that he proudly sit down on the chair nearby. Abruptly, one from the circle aske d "Raman, you are married too, What are you?" Relaxing his proud shoulder, taking a long sip of tea and puffing a big cloud of smoke he replied in a kind of sad tone "Can't you figure out, I am a philosopher as most of the married men are" The table burst out in big laughter but sadness in their eyes was quite visible.

Mr. Raman is a science geek. He often likes to put down his bright ideas on the tea table. Which obviously we all find difficult to understand but rarely we argue on the legitimacy of the point as it often leads to more confusing statements. We usually nod our head immediately to convey we understand and agree on the point he put forward. After that, we try to figure out what it really means over a couple of coffee and a few boxes of smoke. Interestingly, most of the time I l eave the tea table confused and cursing my friend from school who always somehow used to convince me to bunk my science classes. On one fine day over a tea talk, Raman in his usual manner put both hands on the table not caring of the ashes and drops of tea, lean his body towards us as some kind of centripetal force is working on him and with a sense of excitement in his voice said "Do you people know the certainty of uncertainty depends upon its certainty, not on its uncertainty". As usual, we noded...