A Distant Dream!

“Oh! Kiran! Stop sleeping already and pay attention” said my professor.

That’s odd this seems so god damn real, I thought.

Mom had just served me dinner as I watched the highlights of a victorious Manchester United team beating the crap out of Roma. I then waltzed my way into my bedroom, onto my cozy and warm bed. Tired and sullen, each step of the way I said to myself, “Tonight I will sleep like there is no tomorrow”. Must be the re-runs of Mel Gibson’s Braveheart, that must have had me thinking that way. The sleep inducing hormone melatonin levels in my brain increased and slowly by slowly all the departments of my brain called it a day, they began shutting shop. I must have drifted into my sub-conscious somewhere around midnight.

It all started then…

If u were in a dream that you thought was so real…. And if u never woke up from that dream…. How would you distinguish the real world from the unreal?

After a day’s play of cricket and the customary ‘cutting’ chai, I bid farewell to all my buddies. All cylinders up and running as I started my bike I headed home. I passed by the Dominoes Pizza shop, and was negotiating a turn when all of a sudden the bike stopped with a screeching halt! The chain mechanism was somehow stuck in the drum brake assembly. I was just about to put my bike on the side-stand when all of a sudden…..

I saw a white Maruti Omni turned almost into me, screeched, and swerved to a stop. Then a couple of hands grabbed hold of me and took me in. I was hit on the head with a blunt object; I was unconscious.

Drifting in and out of consciousness I sensed something on me. It was a black, jute sack with a hole at the height of my nostrils. There was this nauseating smell. I was not alone. I could only see the torso portion of the persons sitting in front of me. One of them had a Krieg 557 rifle and was wearing a white kurta. The other one was maybe a woman as I only saw a black burqa. I managed to take sneak peek out of the window and saw sand, everywhere. I must have drifted again….

Sultan Ahmed and Rasika Jamiilia were Mujahideens, working for SIMI. They were out on a recruitment drive on their way to the Ladakh-Leh border.

I then imagined myself on top of a hill, wearing a bandit robe, a bandana on my head, eating carrots with a goat. What is a goat doing here???? I wondered, as I looked into its puny marble eyes. Almost expecting an answer, “Baaaaaaaaaa” went the sheep and ran.

An apple fell from the tree. Nicholas cage came from somewhere asking directions. He is on some treasure hunt. Oh wait I see an oasis. There is a tall building nearby. Hey this is no building this is my college main building. I start running upstairs into my class. I take a seat on the third bench and start feeling sleepy.
A feel of a nudge, reminiscences of a distant friend, sitting close…
“……Romance, a childlike; playful consistency….. “
The nudge gets heavier and heavier…..
“……The scent sets in. She draws closer……”
But now it is no more a nudge, it is more like a knock……
“…….Violent eruptions of a hidden seductive volcano……. “
The knock is hurting now…
“….Rivulets running free…creation of crevices in the sea…..”
Better deal with this, I thought. Than have a permanent scary crevice running on my elbow….

But I really don’t want to let go of this…… The Mujahideens… The Goat… The Tree…..Nicolas cage….

Sounds like someone is screaming…Wake up!!!!!
Grab a brush and brush your teeth….
Why did you leave the keys upon the table..
Why couldn’t you set an alarm…

-HOLD it right there….. Mom is that you??

But right then a sudden break of light, into my dreamy eyes. A hint of a sound byte. Its getting louder now. I can hear it. I try and focus.
“Abe uth yaar… Pandu saamne hai….Abe who idhar dekh raha hai..Oye uth….OYEEEEE!!!”

And then…

Back to where we started….

My professor and his sniffer dog like quality to shock and awe the sleepy students. He is having a go with all guns blazing. After emptying his guns of the bullets I am sure to be assaulted by the bullet-less rifle. If he is in a gay mood he might leave me there. Else he will apply band-aid over my wounds yet still rip me apart!

But how did I get here?? This cant be right….right? is this a dream??? Or am I writing this, a dream? So many questions left un-answered. Maybe i wont find the right notes to hit while deciphering this unique ballad. Maybe my questions will just remain questions.

This is the real Matrix.
This is the real world fact that nothing is real!
Nothing actually exists.
All is just a figment of a distant dream.
A dream within a dream!

Baffling!

I sure am rocked to the core!