Reccuring Dreams - PART 1

1. I give exams every 3 weeks in my dreams, frankly i'm frustrated now, i should be a scholar and an over achiever, i have 6 mba degrees under my belt it seems. Subconsciously i even feel the tension and the hysteria of exam time. I watch people around me and i see how these set of exams are a final make or break for me. The last one i struggle to remember was when i was told i'd be banished from the city, thrown out of my house and disgraced in society. Cruel dreams!
What gives?

2. V - You are the uninvited guest of the year, you relentlessly come in to my dreams every few days and everytime we make up in the most uncanny way, bollywood beware!

Its a total masala fest..yash chopra and sooraj barjatya and the likes will lose their jobs if i describe the detail of how epic and romantic yet crap-tastic these dreams can be. I will be the next big thing. These are scripts waiting to happen, i can watch an entire generati0n of idiots (me included) falling for this crap. The last one i somehow clearly remember was a climax situation in a petrol pump. No Alps this time people, this is reality, we make up at petrol pumps..at haldirams...at bus stops..at birthday parties of children we dont know from adam. Its obscure, but then again thats the USP of how my dreams function. The most random by far was a picnic we went for. We went with strangers for this picnic, how apt of us, and we were perfectly happy around them. We were weirdly pally with them, to up the drama ante...i remembering running frantically away from love and love finally found me...at an obscure picnic at qutab minar...or was it india gate? I dont want to delve too much but i think i was rescued in a very tarzan-esque kind of a way. I'm embarassed to even remember.

3. How many times will my sister slap me in my dreams? How many times will she randomly appear out of nowhere and ruin perfectly good moments with a slap. I get slapped on a weekly basis. Sometimes my masi joins in as well. For reasons unknown to me I get thrashed weekly. Sometimes on alternate days too!

4. Food. This is a cruel one, i dream of the most delicious food available to me. I see my fridge fully equipped with all the glutton in the world. Chocolates, cakes, ice creams, pastas, biryani...u name it, its there. Somehow (believe me on this) i NEVER get to eat them, EVER. Subconsciously ive told myself that i know im gonna be waking up soon and i should eat some of it before it magically chooses to disappear. Subconsciouslly ive even told myself that its really happening and not to worry, when i wake up all the food will still be there in the fridge. Somehow both situations have been dampeners...ive dreamt of getting a morsel to eat and woken up to find an empty fridge that even an anorexic would get depressed to see. Is this because my sister hides everything in a fridge upstairs. Is this an unresolved issue, do i need to see a shrink for this one? According to a close friend the therapist is just going to be like 'sweety, with the size of you it doesnt look like there's much starving going on in your life'. Sadly this particular dream will remain a mystery as well.

5. This is the famous 'where did my clothes go??' in the middle of public places. Imagine..movie halls, exam centres, malls, childhood children's park, etc. This one needs no detail...it happens to everyone. I, however, deal with this every 3 days on an average. Believe me its not easy dealing with this especially when you know your no john abraham. Thank you very much.

6. False bravado and fantasy beyond fantasy! thats a unique quality my dreams possess. I jump from buildings with ease, i save lives and while jumping from one flyover to the other i make enough time to help the 94 yr old lady cross the road at mahipalpur. The last one i remember was me on a flying autorickshaw, proudly going above all of Delhi's mad traffic. I reached home and like other normal folk haggled with the auto guy...'pachaas rupiya yahan tak ke?, jayaz paise maang'. Its sweet and super heroic all at once. Rakesh Roshan are you reading this, i have Krrish part 4 for you.

7. My MASI. She has a main role in my dreams. She unlike V isnt a recurring character. She is a main character. Much like her punjabi self she resorts to very creative punjabi insults in my dreams. Unlike reality, she takes it up a notch in my dreams. Amost every 2 days I'm insulted on how 'pregnant' I appear to her, being a fat boy isnt easy you see. The most outrageous was when she asked me how many months i was due on a microphone at a DON BOSCO fest. Thats the school i was in till eight grade, god only knows what the hell i was doing there at 24. God might even want to answer why my masi took the stage in the first place and why the hell was I the subject once again. And what kind of a twisted Christmas fete is this?

In reality this appaulingly rude question has been asked to me as a cutesy little joke on her part. She hasnt realized that this has scarred me forever and is now a part of my dreams wherein every few days she finds unique ways to ask me 'how many months??'

8. Adventure
I dont have enough in my real life so adventure finds expression in my dreams. Ever heard of para-sailing in Nathupur? I have seen it with my eyes. I have done it, i dont know which ocean decided to change its course and flow right outside national media centre, but ive gone para sailing and enjoyed it too. Ive hunted down criminals and sorted mafia conspiracies. Ive had lunch with Janet jackson and then trapezed from one high rise to the other to meet Shibani for coffee. Once to meet Poorna i flew on a friend's back...this friend i cannot name as she will be offended to know that she was part flying animal and part human. Adventure finds new meaning in my dreams, I'm considering giving Jr. Tolkein a run for his money. I lived under the sea in one particular odd dream. Take that!!!


TO BE CONTINUED!