Complete strangers can meet in only one place .... in the world of dreams!! And this was proved once again in my dream last night!
My Dream...
My mother and I are seated in a spacious looking room... apparently the drawing room of a nice posh house.... there's an intelligent looking lady sitting in front of us , on the couch.... my mother smiles at her and asks in Hindi .. 'So, where's the girl' ? !! . And this is when it dawns upon me that we are on a bride hunt for myself!! Strange.. I don't know how and why the thought of marriage popped up all of a sudden in my dream!
I always hated arranged marriages... I guess this is why this dream came to me and it shall also explain the events that occured further..
What's even more stranger is that the family we are visiting, are Gujrati or Marwari .. I cant pin down the exact dialect... When I was recollecting this dream in the morning , I wondered why we were visiting a Gujrati family when we are pucca Tam brams... weird!! .. this being an arrannged marriage situation ! .... My mother and the lady in front of us are having an apparently boring conversation, neither of them looking exactly pleased at having to interact with each other..
As I fidget around on the couch, with nothing to do , I notice through the window that in one of the adjoining rooms, there's someone sitting and working on the computer.... a little more concentration and I notice its one of my old friends from my engineering college days... lets call him Mr. A!! I didn't really like this guy much during college days and I wasn't too pleased at seeing him in the dream either!! And so there he was, walking out of the room , along with two more guys .... and as soon as I saw them .. I recognised them... they were my friends from my schooling days..... Lets call them Mr. B and Mr. C! Now... the guy from my college and these guys from my school have never even seen each other, but here in my dream, they turned out to be chaddi buddies!! And Mr. C was apparently the big brother of the girl we'd come to see.... Lets call her Ms. S!
I make small talk with them ... asking them about which jobs they were in and what was going on in their lives.... we really don't want to be talking to each other, but everybody is busy maintaining some sort of courtesy!!
I get to know Mr . C is working with Titan.... wonder why this particular brand popped up here.... the other two were not exactly too forthcoming with what they were doing. ..
I remember Mr. A telling me 'You tell me the stories of your love affairs first, and then I'll tell you the stories of my career!! ' Weird!!
So, here we were, back in the drawing room, waiting for the girl's father to arrive. And arrive he does, in the most pompous manner , looking as if he were doing us a favour by giving us his darshan! He comes and sits in a chair perpendicular to my couch .... and he looks at me with hawk eyes, as if studying me in great detail, I cringe under this unwelcome scrutiny...
He asks me a few harsh questions... when suddenly, the lights in the room go off and on comes this fancy light... like the one's they use on stage to highlight the catwalk of models during a fashion show... and in walks this girl along with her giggling girlfriend... she's not very good looking , she looks scared and she walks with the fear of a little deer walking into the cave of a hungry lion! But I can't really see her too clearly in the dim light .. and off I go with my big mouth.. in hindi, to the girl's father.. 'Please switch on the lights Uncle, I can't even see her properly'!!
The reaction he gives is expected, he scowls at me angrily ... looking really irritated at the way I said that!! The girl sits next to her father, at his feet, on the ground.. .I am repulsed at this... and so is my mother... The father pushes the girl hard towards the floor and growls at her in Marwari/Gujrati ... 'Touch the boy's mother's feet, you idiot' !! Both my mother and I are appaled at this unruly behaviour.... and we exchange a few unsavoury words with her father and we walk out...
The scene suddenly shifts to a building where I am apparently searching for a flat which houses 7 girls... I really dont recollect who they are... maybe my friends.. when I enter the flat they are all busy with some last minute preparations for one of the girl's birthday.. I see a giant multi-tier cake in the middle , nicely perched on a table.. I remember licking my lips at the sight !! ( I guess my love for good food had to make an appearance too!)
One of the girls, looking like a dwarf... she's really tiny... just about 4 feet.... offers to show me around the building ... its called 'Ganga Satellite' , she tells me.. I am surprised at how things connect in dreams.... This was one of the buildings I recently visited while house-hunting!!
I tell her I want to see 'The Inspector' .... I really have no clue why I needed to see the police!!
The scene then shifts to this guy .... 'The Inspector', talking on the phone to the father of the girl I'd visited in the first scene.... The inspector threatens to arrest the man .. He tells him ' I know that you have committed the murder. Its your choice, do you want me to arrest you today or in the morning tomorrow!! ? ' !!
And phutt goes my dream... its all blank now.. dream's over!!
As weird as ever!!
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