Disclaimer: The title of this post is copyrighted by Dot Lal and Gol J. Anyhoo. :-P
My dreams have taken on an entirely new dimension.
And I aint referring to the stoopid dreams that all people worth more than 1 million USD, half of those worth less than 1 million USD, the Corrs and our precious Barack Obama talk about in every alternate sentence.
I'm referring to dreams in their primitive sense - those that occur when we're well asleep.
Circa yesterday night: Me in Shailu's room.
I'd shifted home yesterday from Aundh to Kondhwa, btw.
Thats another story in itself.
Anyhoo.
So yesterday night at Shailu's room.
1 am
We decided we're going to the gym tomorrow morning.
7 am - we're to get up.
7.30 am - we're to be in the gym.
9 am - we're to get out of the gym.
To use one of the grooviest corporate cliches, "that sounded like a plan".
1.45 am
I set the alarm for 7 am.
After a brief round of negotiations involving Shailu, me and my cell phone, the alarm is reset to 7.30 am.
We pay homage to the plan with a "tempo se".
7.30 am today morning.
Alarm rings.
I look at the alarm and put it on snooze.
Pay close attention to the conversation that happens next.
Partly coz it never happened - it was in my dream.
Partly coz it'll show how friggin devious the dreams production unit of my brain is.
Me: Shailu uth... gym ka samay ho gaya hai.
Shailu: Yaar Sunny... late ho gaya hai. Ab fayda nahin hai.
Me: Hain? 7.30 hi to decide kiye the.
Shailu: Bad decision tha yaar... ab late ho gaya hai... bheed ho gayi hogi ab tak.
Me: hain? bheed? 7.30 am?
The plot has thickened.
Notice that I'm still the good guy - I'm still pushing in favour of going to the gym.
And since my mind prolly didnt want to put the whole thing squarely on Shailu, it brought in the mysterious third element.
Mysterious third guy with a stubble and sweat cap on: Yeah. Too late. Aur ab to saare night shift ke call center employees ke aana ka samay ho gaya hai. That place will be full of this crowd now.
Me: Ohh
Mysterious third guy with a stubble and sweat cap on: Yeah... just not worth it.
Me: Ohh
Me: Kaata... I'll go sleep again.
*halo*
Its my mind that conjured up the night shift returning employee reason.
Its also my mind that made sure that I'm the goody innocently-trusting-and-finally-betrayed hero and the rest are the ones using these excuses.
Yeah, I'm Jack's total lack of committment to gymming.
I finally woke at 10 am - and I sincerely believed that the conversation above had happened.
I bathed, got dressed, got down the building and into the cab and only then realised - that third guy couldn't have been.
And this ain't a one-off incident.
If I get a phone call while I'm asleep, I usually decline it or let it ring out.
Blimey, but I then end up having a mental conversation with the caller right down to the final bbye.
Its just happened so often with my mom.
She calls back later and protests that I decline her calls and dont call back.
I say thats not possible coz I distinctly remember talking to her.
And then I tell her what we talked about.
And she says she's sure I've gone mad.
One of these days, she's going to ask me if I'm stoned.
And I think I'll prolly say, "Haven't we talked about this already"
:-P
My dreams have taken on an entirely new dimension.
And I aint referring to the stoopid dreams that all people worth more than 1 million USD, half of those worth less than 1 million USD, the Corrs and our precious Barack Obama talk about in every alternate sentence.
I'm referring to dreams in their primitive sense - those that occur when we're well asleep.
Circa yesterday night: Me in Shailu's room.
I'd shifted home yesterday from Aundh to Kondhwa, btw.
Thats another story in itself.
Anyhoo.
So yesterday night at Shailu's room.
1 am
We decided we're going to the gym tomorrow morning.
7 am - we're to get up.
7.30 am - we're to be in the gym.
9 am - we're to get out of the gym.
To use one of the grooviest corporate cliches, "that sounded like a plan".
1.45 am
I set the alarm for 7 am.
After a brief round of negotiations involving Shailu, me and my cell phone, the alarm is reset to 7.30 am.
We pay homage to the plan with a "tempo se".
7.30 am today morning.
Alarm rings.
I look at the alarm and put it on snooze.
Pay close attention to the conversation that happens next.
Partly coz it never happened - it was in my dream.
Partly coz it'll show how friggin devious the dreams production unit of my brain is.
Me: Shailu uth... gym ka samay ho gaya hai.
Shailu: Yaar Sunny... late ho gaya hai. Ab fayda nahin hai.
Me: Hain? 7.30 hi to decide kiye the.
Shailu: Bad decision tha yaar... ab late ho gaya hai... bheed ho gayi hogi ab tak.
Me: hain? bheed? 7.30 am?
The plot has thickened.
Notice that I'm still the good guy - I'm still pushing in favour of going to the gym.
And since my mind prolly didnt want to put the whole thing squarely on Shailu, it brought in the mysterious third element.
Mysterious third guy with a stubble and sweat cap on: Yeah. Too late. Aur ab to saare night shift ke call center employees ke aana ka samay ho gaya hai. That place will be full of this crowd now.
Me:
Mysterious third guy with a stubble and sweat cap on: Yeah... just not worth it.
Me:
Me:
*halo*
Its my mind that conjured up the night shift returning employee reason.
Its also my mind that made sure that I'm the goody innocently-trusting-and-finally-betrayed hero and the rest are the ones using these excuses.
Yeah, I'm Jack's total lack of committment to gymming.
I finally woke at 10 am - and I sincerely believed that the conversation above had happened.
I bathed, got dressed, got down the building and into the cab and only then realised - that third guy couldn't have been.
And this ain't a one-off incident.
If I get a phone call while I'm asleep, I usually decline it or let it ring out.
Blimey, but I then end up having a mental conversation with the caller right down to the final bbye.
Its just happened so often with my mom.
She calls back later and protests that I decline her calls and dont call back.
I say thats not possible coz I distinctly remember talking to her.
And then I tell her what we talked about.
And she says she's sure I've gone mad.
One of these days, she's going to ask me if I'm stoned.
And I think I'll prolly say, "Haven't we talked about this already"
:-P
7 comments:
log bhi kya kya bahaane banaate hain to shirk any physical exercise!!
aur aunty se baat na karne ke peeche ka reason bhi i can guess - u are afraid, that in an unguarded moment, you'll let out things you've never told her [;)]!!
hehe...
I hope you realize it is a Herculean task to move shailu out of his sleep zone. :D :D
When you guys planning to go next?
Dude!!! Pune mein hain call centres?? I thought pune was too expensive for that :P
Gym ki toh apan kgp se fight maar rahe hain to no avail. Ab give in kar hi dijiye, use your time elsewehre :D
So how about this:
You are in the deep sleep early morning... and you feel some pressure for a peace...
So you get up go to the loo, peace and come back and sleep (its all all all happening in your head)...
And then 5 minutes later you get the pressure back, only harder this time, and frustrating to realise that you are still un-peaced!
it seems somebodey still pees in his pants :)
smirk smirk.... sorry aditto couldn't resist it...
btw, blogging also counts as exercise... at least for your fingers... so despair not...
Sunnybhai, I am a big fan of yours. Your writing style and content, to be specific. Is it original or derived is a question I will later ask. For now, why aren't you posting since 3rd Feb??
Really a fabulous article...........
blogging for a living
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