It"s been more than a month and it's not a good thing. My attempt at playing (I still don't think it is being) the 'good girl' has been relatively successful but my absence from my blog is a definite downside to this otherwise good state of affairs. Good girl? Yeah. I mean the early to bed, early to rise kind of good girl. I am not kidding. If there was one thing I had not anticipated I would do here in Bangalore, living all by myself, with all the freedom to wake up as late as possible, was to follow the routine that I have been following lately. It's amazing how I wake up at 7am every morning without the alarm. It's almost as if my guardian angel gets sadistic pleasure by giving me a nudge that wakes me up sharp at 7. On the dot! But half an hour too early. Obviously I go right back and snooze for another half an hour. Old habits die hard! Why is sleep so precious in the last leg, just when you are nearing the finishing line? The last ten minutes of sleep that you steal are the best right? I know the feeling too well. Add to that, these days there is no staying awake late into the night either, which means no blogging cause I used to start writing in the zero hour - not the parliament hour but 0000hrs. The most creative hour.
Let's talk more about the last ten minutes of sleep. Most times I linger on because there is some dream that I wish to take to a happy conclusion. For a very long time I used think that I am the largest manufacturer of dreams in this country. And then I met my match. A friend who not only dreams as often as I do, but also remembers all of them. Now that is so unfair. I dream every night too. Well... almost every night. But it's only the bad ones that I remember - like missing the train, getting lost in a strange city or forgetting everything before the exam. And even in case of these bad ones, I forget the details and retain just the bad feeling.. all day.
On the other hand, this friend of mine can tell you in detail, a dream that occurred in the summer of 1986. Let's call this friend S. S never forgets a dream. I mean - NEVER! We speak to each other almost everyday and spend about five minutes every few days discussing our respective dreams. While I struggle to recall what happened in mine, S tells me the minutest details like background, clothes, expressions and dialogue that happened in that morning's dream. The rare evening when I have something to add to this conversation, S gives me the exact interpretation of my dream. Most times these interpretations are positive and definitely sweet. Like the other day I told S about a strange dream wherein I saw an elephant and instead of referring to my never-ending, mammoth weight gain and elephantine looks, S was sweet enough to say that it's an auspicious sign. A symbol of power and strength. Now you know why we are such thick friends. :)
When I went looking for "interpretation of dreams" Google gave me 5.8 million results in 0.35 seconds. Talking to S is an easier and far more entertaining option any day. According to S, bad dreams do not necessarily mean a bad reality. On the contrary, most bad dreams are positive signs. Personally I don't see anything positive in appearing for an exam unprepared even in a dream! It can only signify a fear of failure right? S is particularly lucky in this matter. Here I am telling S about chasing a speeding train or being chased by an attacker and S has had a dream about past life in 18th century Europe! Why don't I ever get these exotic ones? Of being on the beach in Goa let's say. I have day dreamed enough about that to invoke at least one dream at night! I mean there is huge potential in dreams - I could take a stroll on the moon, be the Queen of England, date George Clooney and enjoy Dilli ka samosa, chaat and butter chicken.. all in one night! Just imagine!
But no such luck. The only time I had a premonition dream which came true, it was about the death of a grand parent. It just became a bad memory to have.
Most times the last ten minutes of my sleep is where I try hard to make things go my way in the dream. But it just goes into a state of limbo - an intermediate state made famous by Inception, the movie. The harder I try, the more difficult it gets. And then I give up, get up and make tea for myself. Just as I am about to start the chai-newspaper routine, the phone rings. It is S calling first thing in the morning, all excited, to tell me about a dream in which S was flying! Hmm... And I start another grumpy day.
Goa will happen one day - exotic and real. Till then it's a dream. Just a day dream.
Let's talk more about the last ten minutes of sleep. Most times I linger on because there is some dream that I wish to take to a happy conclusion. For a very long time I used think that I am the largest manufacturer of dreams in this country. And then I met my match. A friend who not only dreams as often as I do, but also remembers all of them. Now that is so unfair. I dream every night too. Well... almost every night. But it's only the bad ones that I remember - like missing the train, getting lost in a strange city or forgetting everything before the exam. And even in case of these bad ones, I forget the details and retain just the bad feeling.. all day.
On the other hand, this friend of mine can tell you in detail, a dream that occurred in the summer of 1986. Let's call this friend S. S never forgets a dream. I mean - NEVER! We speak to each other almost everyday and spend about five minutes every few days discussing our respective dreams. While I struggle to recall what happened in mine, S tells me the minutest details like background, clothes, expressions and dialogue that happened in that morning's dream. The rare evening when I have something to add to this conversation, S gives me the exact interpretation of my dream. Most times these interpretations are positive and definitely sweet. Like the other day I told S about a strange dream wherein I saw an elephant and instead of referring to my never-ending, mammoth weight gain and elephantine looks, S was sweet enough to say that it's an auspicious sign. A symbol of power and strength. Now you know why we are such thick friends. :)
When I went looking for "interpretation of dreams" Google gave me 5.8 million results in 0.35 seconds. Talking to S is an easier and far more entertaining option any day. According to S, bad dreams do not necessarily mean a bad reality. On the contrary, most bad dreams are positive signs. Personally I don't see anything positive in appearing for an exam unprepared even in a dream! It can only signify a fear of failure right? S is particularly lucky in this matter. Here I am telling S about chasing a speeding train or being chased by an attacker and S has had a dream about past life in 18th century Europe! Why don't I ever get these exotic ones? Of being on the beach in Goa let's say. I have day dreamed enough about that to invoke at least one dream at night! I mean there is huge potential in dreams - I could take a stroll on the moon, be the Queen of England, date George Clooney and enjoy Dilli ka samosa, chaat and butter chicken.. all in one night! Just imagine!
But no such luck. The only time I had a premonition dream which came true, it was about the death of a grand parent. It just became a bad memory to have.
Most times the last ten minutes of my sleep is where I try hard to make things go my way in the dream. But it just goes into a state of limbo - an intermediate state made famous by Inception, the movie. The harder I try, the more difficult it gets. And then I give up, get up and make tea for myself. Just as I am about to start the chai-newspaper routine, the phone rings. It is S calling first thing in the morning, all excited, to tell me about a dream in which S was flying! Hmm... And I start another grumpy day.
Goa will happen one day - exotic and real. Till then it's a dream. Just a day dream.
Sush...u r just getting better day by day...I can relate to every word of ur blog....this is so just very all of us....gr8 going...keep writing...loads of love...n sweet dreams....; )
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