Walking in to the familiar indistinctly painted class room, I was greeted by a chorus of voices. I murmured an almost mute greeting to all of them, as I settled down in the first bench. I read the label on the ruled notebook wrapped in brown paper, “A.J~”. I sighed, “She is not going to let my life get any easier”…I sat down and looked around. A few faces smiled back at me, a few remained deep in conversation with others, gesticulating agitatedly (about last week’s cricket match?) and a few others surveyed me superciliously. I did notice that the tall boy, in the unimpressive pale green striped t-shirt and incongruent spectacles that gave him an undeservedly studious look, caught my eye and held it for a second before nonchalantly diverting his attention to his friend. My heart skipped a beat. I felt someone tugging my sleeve and turned around to see L pointing to a particularly troublesome Math homework question and immediately got distracted. We animatedly discussed equally incorrect solutions to the mind-boggling problem, when the Teacher walked in. The class had just begun when the dismissal bell started ringing, in an incessant and surprisingly low tone…
I rolled over and opened my eyes and all the familiarity of my life, as it is today, rushed towards me and firmly established my context in the now cosmic scheme of things. I pushed the off button on the alarm emphatically, as though telling myself that, that part of my life is past now. A few remnants of the dream did stay in my mind and what is weird about this whole dream is that the actors and cameos in this dream were from different stages of my past, my friends from Bits sat with my School friends and my thoughts were a strange potpourri of my concerns as a shy School girl interspersed with collegiate anxieties and immaturities.
I don’t have Professor Trelawny with me to explain the nuances and subtle indications of my dream, by pondering over tea leaves at the bottom of my tea cup :), so I decided I will not extrapolate my dream to mean things that it hardly meant. My dream was just that, a dream.
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I have a couple of dreams which I get over and over again.
1. I have these magic sticks, like the one here, using these I can jump initially to a little height, then higher, till I touch the clouds, I think I have jumped continents :) at some point, It’s a dream :). Sometimes I fall from the sky when I am jumping too high. I loose control for a long time till I get close to the ground. This is when Dream 2 takes over. I have never actually fallen to the ground :)
2. I have this ability to fly, not really with wings and stuff but like the one here . I am a bit more controlled than the man in that picture. I am gliding through streets and alleyways, avoiding collisions. I am really good @ this and have never got into trouble :)
Anyway that is my dream :)
To Ramya: Was I present in ur dream? :)
To Kamal: Very funny dreams. Can u give me a lift to India and back in one of ur adventurous flights? Will save the ticket money at least. You can wait for me by jumping up the "magic sticks" during my stay in India :).
-KP.
To k: childlike dreams :)
To KP: hmm...good question. I think the guy I talk about in my dream doesn't actually exist, he is just a representation of the imperfections that I find interesting in guys, maybe? :)
I remember reading a long time ago that flying dreams sometimes have very profound meaning. I'd been reading around because of this dream I had. I was standing by a barn in an open field. I start to "rise"... levitate. I remember not just being able to tell I was rising by looking, but actually felt the weighlessness... Like when you feel during airplane landings, only sharper. After sometime, I remember looking down and seeing the barn get smaller and smaller. I've been in high places in other dreams, but they always either scared me, or atleast disturbed me. But in this one I remember feeling a distinctive exhilarating calm. After I've gotten sufficiently high up, I just soar. I dreamt a couple of other flying dreams, but dont remember any of them in any significant detail.
I remember soaring in my dreams.
I felt the clouds on my cheeks.
I felt the wind in my hair.
Until I came crashing down,
and became a human spalt on the ground.
Sorry for that morbid little bugger there. Must be this depressing weather messing with my head. :-(
"...I think the guy I talk about in my dream doesn't actually exist, he is just a representation of the imperfections that I find interesting in guys, maybe? :) ..."
Simple sights, sultry times,
silly fights, shared claims;
dreams and more all come a jumble,
make sense or not, now they tumble
All my fleeting past, a hodgepodge seems
No ! I ask not what it all means...
RS, as you say it is just a dream or may be a little more than that...
I actually meant being present amongst ur other friends (actors/cameos) in the classroom. One quick question: why did ur heart skip a beat looking at the "interesting but imperfect" tall guy :). Or was it because of his friend. I am missing something there.
-KP.
To KP: Because its a dream? Because, hearts are allowed to skip beats for no reasons in dreams, sometimes even in real life :)...am afraid, other than this imperfect guy, L and the teacher, the rest were a blur of faces, so cant tell if you were there :))
Anonymous,
Whoever you are, your verses are simply amazing!
Just so credit is given to who it's due, the "Simple sights..." verse isn't mine. That is someone new. Mine is the more stupid sounding "... splat" :) And, yes, that verse does sound really nice.
Looks like RS has another admirer of her writing :)
To a no n(anon?):
...and what I struggled to convey in 30 long lines, now lie crystal clear in about 40 delightful words :)
Anonymous #3 (Wow, there seem to be too many anonymous-es around...:)) to Anonymous 1:
Like a fresh rivulet do your words resound
Verses like pearls on a string you do propound
I wonder about you as possibilities abound
Will you be there when I turn around?
:):)
Assuming "Anonymous 1" meant me:
Brooks chatter on rock and stone,
jumble of pearls in a jewllers hand.
My words are drawn by words I read,
You will not need to turn around...
I'm now Mr. A. No Nymous, BTW :)
... and I hope to God you're a girl :-D
And that ends my blogging spell, or maybe I should just post a blog on the severe inferiority complex that I now suffer from, considering how my writing compares to a no n, anon#2 and anon#3 :)
Dont end your spell,
Your spell will end,
The well of my words,
will dry up again.
And to come back to the topic of flying dreams :)
I did some googling and here is what I found. Apparently research dollars are spent on flying dreams :))
Analysis 1
Analysis 2
I think I know what my dream means :)
Hey KP,
I will surely take you to India in my dreams :)
Btw, I thought ur question "Was I present in ur dream? :)" was very cute.
"...And that ends my blogging spell, or maybe I should just post a blog on the severe inferiority complex that I now suffer from, considering how my writing compares to a no n, anon#2 and anon#3 :) ... "
Dreams - show funny happennings, sometimes fancy hoverings;
Cuckoos fleet my stationed soul,
in those waters many a dover sole;
yellow jasmines bloom a plenty in yonder lands
never in twenty felt the pristine sands,
felt those magic thanks to thee
just like our dreams if you flee
where should I buy my joy and glee !
RS, please donot stop writing or change an iota in style or diction, 'cause your writing is like black pepper that makes me sneeze ! please do write more.
-anonymous 2 (if that's my onymous as you say !)
Powerful imagery.
I have to say, anonymous#2, that was simply fantastic. And very very apt. I was sitting here thinking what to say to her about her unjustified 'inferiority complex'. Try as I did, I couldn't come up with encouragement in anything but prose. Well said... well said...
RS,
Your writing is more than words and language. It's about emotion, sometimes raw and always heartfelt. That is what moves the rest of us about it. So like s/he says, dont change anything about writing, and dont stop either.
Bits and pieces put together,
Fumble in jumbles flow in tether,
And i stand wither,
May i join here?
:) #4
Bravo, Mr. A no nymous and anonymous 2!!
Smell of jasmine and tingle of wet sand,
Blissful twilight doth take me to that magical land!
Where pristine verse and feelings sheer,
Mingle to create an air so dear!
A Symphony of lyrics without peer,
O,Gifted poets, will I always thee hear?
Words in a tumble from my soul do pour,
You've left me craving for more!
:):)
Mr. A no nymous,
Am I a boy or a girl
Do let your imagination unfurl!
:):)
To Anon#4:
You'll have to propitiate the resident goddess. *chuckle*
To Anon#3:
If I let my imagination run,
Would you even be human?
Hats off to all you anonymouses. Wonderful poetry. Keep it going.
anonymous #5. :-)
I did tinge here,
To find a peer,
Still I fear,
Could it be her?
:))
This is Exciting ... !!! :P
Umm... "I did tinge here"?
I didn't understand that :-(
I'd say it's about now that RS dons her Jyothika makeup, kumkum smeared forehead and all, flashes her angry eyes and yells "Get your own blog!!" :)
I Gotcha A No Nymous! and Itz all over only for today .. :)
Better be A No Nymous :))
Ok, RS as u've already seen one anonymous in your dream, tonight's the turn to see the other anonymouses, the count seems to be increasing :)...
Btw, RS why don't u write a blog on being anonymous (or a no nymous)...sounds interesting, heh? I want to write but too lazy...
Anonymous with a name, KP :)
I added a tinge here,
To find a peer,
Now I'm clear,
s(h)e's not here.
I do not mean disrepect but it is getting crazier here and am I the only one getting a tad irritated?
(Am I allowed to say this??)
I still feel the verses are good .. but something that was there a few days back are missing now.
-vv
Where can I go
What can I see
My spirits are low
So what will it be
Should I keep these ties
Or let my heart fly
If my dreams are not lies
Theres not a thing in this life to cry
VV,
You are not alone !
Dinesh
I'm in doldrums,
Better come not here.
Couldn't agree more with you, VV and Dinesh. :-))
Anything in moderation is sweet. Even, flawless writing.
One thing however. The fact remains that your writing talent provides joy to the readers. So, don't turn your back on us altogether !
Inspirations Galore,
Whoever it May,
Wherever it be,
I'll dwell here as always.
I, for one, know when to shut up, as I will now.
That said, RS, you shouldn't let ANYTHING other than yourself stop you from writing.
One clarification. My previous post was addressed to all the anonymous people here.
To a no nymous,
...and if there is prolonged silence, would that mean that you are no longer motivated to put your feelings down in words, as you put it? Should I interpret it to mean that my writing is no longer the same?
You should interpret it to mean that although I am just as moved by your writing as I was before, I am revaluating my enthusiasm in verbalizing every silly little thought I have :)
Like I said elsewhere, the problem here was that many little enthusiams aggregated into a sum totally different from the parts. Since there's going to be other people writing on here, it only makes sense that I not clutter the space with trivialities.
To a no nymous,
My feelings, two words (plus n others): Relief and Expectation.
Relief - because your words did not suddenly disappear, as I feared they would.
Expectation - that I will be inspired to write more (unfortunately for some :-)), write better (high hopes, mine!), encouraged by the very same words.
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