by Srijani Ganguly
When it entered the atmosphere, it did so without any fanfare. There
were no fiery trails following it, no thunderous sound accompanying its
entrance. Even its colour was a dark blue, merging with the sky as it
fell and fell, into the dark unlit backyard of Akasuki Ito. It caught
nobody’s attention. (Well, actually, one particular bird did see it
from a distance, but she assumed that it was just another attempt at
flying by the humans.)
When it was discovered at last, three days later by Akasuki when she
went out for a smoke, she almost tripped over it. The only injured
party was the little toe of her left foot, whose pain was all forgotten
when Akasuki picked up the culprit. Its texture was almost wooden and
it was no bigger than a tin of biscuits. She thought its colour to be
black at first, but then she placed it in the backdrop of the rising
sun and saw that it was a blue. The darkest of blues. And what of its
shape? She didn’t know how to classify it. It seemed to be a cube, but
with one corner missing. There was a cone attached to it there, and as
she touched the point a shot of electricity passed through her. She
dropped the odd object immediately, and it fell, again, on her left
Frowning, Akasuki picked up a stick from the ground, crushed her
neglected cigarette under her slippers, and poked the object. She gave
it one mighty push and it turned to sit in a way that the cone pointed
upwards. A few seconds passed and then the whole square-cone hybrid
began to glow. A word appeared all over its surface.
“Konnichiwa,” she whispered back. Hello.
“Ogenki desu ka?,” the object wrote back. How are you?
“Genki desu,” she replied. I’m fine.
The square-cone made a squeak of sound, stopped glowing. It shrugged
off its outer layers and Akasuki watched in amazement as what she
thought was wood melted and pooled at the foot of the object. The cone
disappeared completely, but she still wasn’t sure if she should pick it
up. Now all that remained were four walls of the original cube. It
wasn’t a dark blue anymore, but more of a soft yellow now, and at the
centre of it lay a tiny golden disc.
She gathered her courage, bent down and picked it up. A few words were
etched on this too, words that kept changing from Japanese to English.
Akasuki touched the words, dragged her fingers over it, and a torrent
of images flashed through a mind.
A series of numbers and figures, three planets around a star, cells and
bizarre anatomical sketches, and then dark blue shapes with a head and
a six limbs. It lingered there, giving her a good look at what she
presumed were aliens. Next came their families, their homes, the
seasons of their planet. Oh, there were so many of them. One was just a
sea of purple flowers and leaves, another was a world of yellow.
Colours came and went, and Akasuki felt an unexplainable ache for a
world she had never visited. A world she, in all likelihood, would
The visions ended and she looked at the disc again. She spoke out the
words in English: “Best Album of the Year”. Akasuki turned the disc
around and saw shapes and figures on them, and right in the middle of
it, words in English again. ‘The Sounds of Earth’.
That was odd.
And then she noticed something else inside the cube, on which the disc
had been resting. It was as thin as a piece of paper, but was as
stretchable as a rubber band. There was writing on this too. In English.
“Greetings,” it said, “human of Japan, resident of Earth. Please accept
the Golden Disc of Musical Excellence from the olports of Gorgah,
residents of Wokler. I hope the antennae didn’t hurt you when you
touched it. We apologise if it did.
Now, we don’t know if you are aware of our awards; but let us assure
you that it’s the most prestigious one in the entire universe. We
consider the music produced in all quadrants, in all galaxies. This
year alone we had nominations from 256 planets. But there was something
about your entry, and the fact that you made the effort to supplement
it with images and other sounds, that we just couldn’t resist. We had
no choice but to declare you the winner of the Musical Excellence
You would be glad to know that, in keeping with the rules and
regulations, we have also released your album to the public, and they
seem to be enjoying it a lot. It’s been at the top of the charts for
the past two weeks! It’s incredible!
We have never had such a response to any album, and therefore we
decided to send several awards, to all the countries of Earth that had
participated in the making of such a delightful album.
This award is for you, human of Japan and resident of Earth. ”
The next day, when Akasuki accidentally came upon an American news
channel on the television, images of NASA scientists hugging each other
transmitted into her bedroom.
A man with tears in his eyes was smiling, and trying to speak through
his emotions. “When Voyager 1 went dark ten years ago, we lost all hope
of hearing anything from it. But now…”
He began to cry in earnest.
Akasuki switched off the television, feeling a bit overwhelmed herself.
She wondered how many others, like her, had an award to themselves. Had
all of them been found?, she wondered as she picked up her golden disc
on the bedside table.
She hadn’t been able to stop herself from dragging the tips of her
fingers across the etching every few hours, just to see those images,
to see their many seasons.
Purple was her favourite.
* In 1977, when the Voyager spacecrafts were launched by NASA, there
was a Golden Record attached to both of them. The records contain
sounds and images of Earth, and are meant to represent life on this
planet to any intelligent being that may come across it.
© 2019 Srijani Ganguly
Bio: Srijani Ganguly is currently pursuing an MA in Creative
Writing from the University of Limerick in Ireland. She has six years
of experience as a journalist in India, and BA Geography and MA English
degrees as well. Her stories have appeared in Five:2:One, The Drabble
and Didcot Writers till date.
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