Edgy

I had an… interesting (giggle) chat with a friend today. Interesting for me, anyway. She said she found it uncomfortable. That’s understandable, but kinda disappointing at the same time. I, on the other hand revel in revealing conversations. Something about finding out the person behind the person… excites me.

Life has been good – depressingly so, in fact. The university exams have been put on hold due to some dengue fever alert somewhere; no one seems to actually know why. I think I’m supposed to feel happy about it (I’m not exactly a… buji, so yeah), but I don’t. Wierd. Or is it? I’m not sure.

I haven’t touched my SLR in ages – what with the rain and the exams. Besides, I haven’t figured out how I can carry it everywhere. The bag that I keep it in is just too impractical for in-city use. Gotta find a way to hide it when I want to, and it doesn’t exactly fit in my pocket so I’m gonna have to get creative. ^_^

Quite a few things to do tomorrow – pay the fees, go around the city looking for raw materials (for a wi-fi range extender), get cracking on the construction of the same, gotta get a book from the library, gotta get started on a logo design… Et Cetera.

Ciao!

dream :: Dreamer

I usually forget all of my dreams. But this one, which I had the before waking up to the day before yesterday stayed in my mind…

It was odd, like most others, but vivid, which happens rarely and I’m not sure how the scenario began, just like all my other dreams.

There we were, me, a girl I like, and a friend from school, walking out of a restaurant which had planted itself where the HM Service Center is at Plamood right now. This dream is set in the future, so I believe the aberration is excusable.

The friend from school whom I mentioned, is for some reason, Anuraj (!) and if memory serves, it was a ‘get-together’ of sorts and I’d taken my girlfriend along with me.

I won’t name this ‘girl that I like’ because I suspect it could turn out to be an unwise move. Suffice to say that she is ‘real’ and I really like her.

Now things start to get crazy.

As we leave the restaurant, there is a minor disagreement with the guard at the restaurant entrance. The sight of me walking arm in arm with a girl out of the restaurant seemed to have offended the man and he came after us to investigate.

I don’t know what this figment of my imagination intended to investigate but perhaps it can be explained as my own sub-subconscious’ surprise at finding myself with a gf. ^_^

To placate the man, I almost angrily told him that she was, in fact, my wife!

Interestingly, when I told the imaginary man so, it became so, in that temporarily reality and I felt surprised at the unexplained change.

That’s when things got even crazier.

The three of us proceeded to get into an auto-rickshaw which seemed to be our medium of conveyance, with Anuraj at the driver’s seat. He, however, failed to control the vehicle to my satisfaction (we’re still in the parking lot) and I quickly took his place.

That is so… me… ^_^

It turned out that I was no better than him since there seemed to be something wrong with the vehicle’s clutch and it kept rolling backwards each time I eased in the clutch and opened up the throttle. I remember screaming (in my head, I presume) for some help from Anuraj in keeping the auto from sliding backwards. But he just sat there stonily, looking offended at my replacing him as the driver. I remember thinking: “God! He’s being such an A-hole!” Nevertheless, I somehow got the auto moving and out of the compound and we headed off towards Pattom, presumably home.

Before we even topped the rise to Pattom junction, the auto is almost flattened by a truck driver who careens into my lane owing to a large tanker that’s lying on its side smack in the middle of the road.

This is where things get ugly.

I saw that petrol (or something of the sort) was spewing out of a gash in the side of the tanker and was raining down on the entire region. Panic set in and the auto-rickshaw which should have been disabled in the crash, metamorphosized into a cycle rickshaw and I found myself cycling away from the ‘disaster-waiting-to-happen’ at top speed. Before I’d managed even a few metres under pedal power, I felt a spark go off somewhere near the tanker and heard the whole thing explode. I could feel the heat of the expanding fireball on my back and I also remember realizing with dismay that I was far too close to the tanker to have any hope of escape.

It also dawned on me that all of this didn’t make any sense.

And I woke up.

***

There is a hundred dozen points of detail I had to leave out because I simply do not know how to express them in words. Would that my artistic skill been deemed even passable I’d have attempted to recreate some scenes which I remember vividly still. Alas! I cannot draw, and words are not enough to describe that other fleeting, mad, and undeniably exciting world.

^_^