In­no­va­tion and in­ge­nu­ity have al­ways been part of our DNA


Noth­ing be­comes more ap­par­ent in that re­gard when silently ob­serv­ing a child at play.

As we get older, the bizarre be­comes fa­mil­iar to the point of be­ing for­got­ten or even over­looked. The beauty of the world around us fades into a blur­ring back­ground as we con­sider new ways to get more of the same.

How­ever, the un­ex­pected al­ways finds a way to re­mind us that there is more to life than what we see, or in this case, have for­got­ten.

One such mo­ment, I con­sider my­self lucky to have been wit­ness to, came by way of a con­ver­sa­tion be­tween two en­gi­neers who, dur­ing that sum­mer, spent their time de­vis­ing and the­o­ris­ing about the many ways they could bend re­al­ity to their will.

In this par­tic­u­lar case, the con­ver­sa­tion that took place be­neath a lush wil­low tree round sun­set was sparked by find­ing a way to travel a 500 me­ter stretch of land, without mov­ing an inch. The prob­lem, af­ter some re­search into the mat­ter, was in­fin­itely com­pounded when both of them re­alised that what they were con­sid­er­ing, had never been done be­fore!

May 2016

The re­al­ity of the mat­ter was un­nec­es­sar­ilyab­surd, which is why the so­lu­tion had to be, elab­o­rate be­yond re­proach. Though the rea­son­ing was sound, the idea it­self made no sense what­so­ever. None­the­less, the rec­tan­gu­lar farm’s blue­prints were pro­cured and an in­depth study re­lated to the me­chan­ics of the un­der­tak­ing were thor­oughly scru­ti­nized so as not to leave any­thing to chance.

The orig­i­nal fam­ily home, which was lo­cated at the farm’s main en­trance had grown too small and no longer could ac­com­mo­date ev­ery­one, which is why the plan to build a se­cond house at the other end of the plot of land was un­der se­ri­ous con­sid­er­a­tion. The only ‘ob­sta­cle’ was that cursed stretch sep­a­rat­ing both.

In truth how­ever, the ac­tual prob­lem sprang from a dif­fer­ent re­al­ity, rather state of mind sim­i­lar to that of a child bat­tling imag­i­nary dragons. The pro­posed house, which later was trans­formed prior to con­struc­tion into a fairy­tale-like tower, should have mag­i­cal abil­i­ties in keep­ing with its de­sign.

As dif­fer­ent al­co­holic spir­its and herbs found their way into the en­gi­neers’ thoughts, an in­ge­nious so­lu­tion sprang to life. Dur­ing the few mo­ments that fol­lowed, a si­lence broke out as both men stood in front of ‘the stretch’ im­mersed in the pos­si­bil­ity.

They lit­er­ally turned the prob­lem on its head as Ado­nis still stand­ing there trans­fixed said, “What if, in­stead of walk­ing the dis­tance to the house, we could get it to come to us?!”

Fol­low­ing his lead, Riad, whose mind was in­tox­i­cated with the thought and other promis­ing sub­stances replied, “We can even do one bet­ter by plac­ing it on rails and ac­ti­vat­ing it us­ing a re­mote con­trol. The only ques­tion how­ever that comes to mind is, will I have my own re­mote?”

That night, as they walked the dis­tance back and forth while mak­ing fur­ther com­pu­ta­tions, a shoot­ing star hap­pened across the sky as I, trail­ing a few steps be­hind, closed my eyes and wished for their idea to come true.

That was 30 years ago and though both had passed away some years apart, I find my­self still liv­ing with that dream and the de­sire to truly make my world, mag­i­cal while the pos­si­bil­ity in me, lives on.

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