We are all dreamers, some proclaimed others hidden. Sometimes to be called a dreamer or a romantic would mean or be read as say I love Hitler kind of a statement these days. As a matter of fact there was this boy in the university who came up to the stage during a seminar well attended compared to a whole lot of others, and shouted it loud and clear about the Hitler factor, I mean. It was interesting to see the reactions of the audience after that. Shuffling of feet and mob on their way to the stage, thankfully the chairs were nailed to the floor. The union leaders and the opposition suddenly were one party, they unanimously disagreed rather disapproved to what was shouted out from this kurta clad, bhujji looking guy of 21. It was a strong statement and it is yes clichéd as always the news spread like wild fire. And what, he got all the attention he never wanted on the 3000 acre campus, even from the wild snakes, mynahs and the salamanders during the first months of campus life when the freshers hide behind or under anything to escape from the snares and glares of our beloved seniors!!
Coming back to dreaming of course….. a couple of us, read girls were walking to our hostel from the small gate at around 10 in the night after a nice dinner at our favourite outlet. We walked under those night lamps, and the shade of trees, trying to find Orion on a full moon night. And then she tripped right in the middle of the road. Who dares to put a stone in the way? Well the tortoise or turtle looks like one doesn’t it, and is as hard as one when you feel it. We stare for a while. We say our ooh and aahs so sweeeeeeet and all that mush… a couple on their usual night walk stops and joins us. A twist in the tale…his girlfriend was one of the go green types from her attire and yes, she actually knew the genealogy of this turtle. Yup it was a turtle, she said. For a moment I thought she would spell out who its parents were… remember, middle of the road and the clock ticks to 11. I know, nonsense is what most of you would say, but once inside the university campus, you get to meet so many of these creatures at odd hours that anybody would pause and try to reaffirm their ties with nature at least for the first couple of days, especially if you want to impress a newly found partner.
There, at that moment … enters our hero on the bike….”poor thing, it will die,” he said, “chalo pick it up let’s drop it at the peacock lake.” ya! Case of lost and found it was, and he was so concerned! The environmentalist picked up leaves, we took a stick, and the turtle was hauled onto the hands of our poor lover boy, the pillion rider on our hero’s bike. Unexpected! In the tension, the turtle sent out a smell signal and the bikers had their hands all occupied. I pity their noses, and glad that we had our hands to cover them!! Maybe it would be happily swimming in the waters of the peacock lake these days.
Dreaming … well, another time, was I glad I reached a few minutes before the bell for my exam I met My Prof in the yard. There was a kite in the sky, even to this day, I can’t differentiate between a kite and an eagle and yes, with the sun right above me, threatening to blind me abt bring tears to my bare eyes I could barely spot the tail of the bird, which was pointed to. Curses in my mind, why did I have to choose the short cut!! Thank fully he was the invigilator and I walked in having spotted an eagle with a prey up up above in the sky.
And today, I dreamt of hot pooris with yellow potato masala and I ended up having my favourite breakfast as usual…. bread butter jam… with my coffee of course!!