The Runaway Groom

I am a village boy and the scene start with me running away from home. It's a pretty poor village with people living in lowly conditions. There have been rains for the last few days and so muddy pools can be seen all around.

I run and run and reach some other village where I hide in a corner of a abandoned house. I stand there for a few hours without food or water covered up in mud gathered over the past few hours.

The scene changes. I(I here on my bed , not that village boy) see a search party being formed from the village. They go to look in the neighbouring villages. After a few hours of desperate searching, one young lad with a danda finds me. Because he had that danda which shook off the thoughts of fighting and running away again, I had to submit.

So I am brought back to village and it is here that the story becomes clear. The time setting is somewhere in India around 50 years back when child marriages were common. I didn't want to marry and hence ran away.

Now the twist. Since I had run away ,so the girl was married off to some other fat kid and she actually turned out to be my very close friend. What a sad day! I had run away coz of the thought that the girl to be dumped on me was some ugly fat lass. DHOKHA ho gaya...

I am Hitman

This is really cool… I just got my hands on the latest Hitman game and the first night after playing a bit of it, I am already into it.

I have seen only a few levels, and the second one with a waterfall as the backdrop is the location of this adventure. I am Hitman, and I walk into a hut like structure on the cliff opposite the waterfall. Mr. Target is standing by the window, gazing at the beauty of the falling hydrogen and oxygen atoms; not having the slightest of idea as to what comes up behind him. I approach him, and as silently as ever, release his soul from the evil body by a clever use of a contraption called a fiber-wire.

Then I casually walk outside to have a look at what the deceased was looking at moments ago. And as an alibi of sorts, there comes a lady teacher with a group of blind children to have a picnic at the place. The way it is to be put is that I have accompanied her from the school to this place along with the children.

Pretty foolish actually, since Hitman is a shadowy figure and an alibi is definitely not what he needs. Nobody has proof he exists, so why this alibi thing?

A plethora of questions and a marriage procession

The women activists wud surely like this one as it shows some place and time where the bride gets to ride on a royal horse chariot to her wedding unlike the normal way where the to be slaughtered gadha goes on a ghoda. I find myself among this huge crowd going somewhere. There's a horse chariot in the middle and people all around it consisting of bandwallahs and kids and aunties and uncles and of course the bride. It is more like a rath-yatra that the good for nothing neta log of this country take out every now and then.

Somebody on the loudspeaker then starts calling my name as if they are looking for me. I get the impression that I am the bride's brother and that some ritual needs to be performed before the procession enters the grooms' territory. I move towards the chariot and take a look at the girl. A flash in the inner sanctums of my brain says 'No way in the world could that girl possibly be your sister'. Sensing trouble, (by the way, in my dreams I have senses more powerful than what that kiddo Peter Parker calls his spidy-sense) I try to move out of the crowd and towards the sidewalks from where I run towards the building that looms large straight ahead.

It is the railway station, but quite unlike the ones we have here in India. Again, my senses tell me that it looks more like a British station, somewhat like they have in Harry da Puttar. The platform is huge. I pause, drink water and then keep moving forward until I enter a large hall.

A large audience is seated in that auditorium. As soon as I enter, a few attendants come by my side and escort me to the stage as if I was expected there. I don’t have a clue as to what is going on. A quiz competition is what the audience is there for and I am a member of one of two teams. I take my place and the questions start.

Round after round passes on and we collect very few points. My teammates look annoyed with my performance as if I was the genius supposed to give all the answers. We lose and ….

Where r the Nazis ?

This one is not so clear... I am a part of some army squad and we are attacking some house that supposedly has Germans hiding. The place is a real mess. We had never thought of conducting a raid at such a place.

The building has been heavily hit because of the continuous shelling from our side... All I can relate to is the bunkers and the areas that the enemy soldiers used to frequent in Call of Duty and Wolfenstein.

In searching the place, we make it even more shabby and rotten. Food, clothes, oil, bullet shells all are lying about here and there. Small blood pools can also be seen. After some inspection, when no Nazi is found, the commander gives an order to burn down the house. So we do as ordered and watch the flames touch the feet of God who is seeing the war and destruction going on in this world from His balcony seat. :)

Water from a laptop

The setting is of a time during or around the WW II. The place resembles the many towns that were shown in Saving Private Ryan or any of the WW II games. Mom, dad and I are hiding behind a wall that has a considerable portion blown off to form a U shaped cut in the wall.

We jump across and take cover behind a van parked there. All is quiet. The houses around are in rubble. Quickly we run across the road and dad takes us up a flight of stairs. We enter a room which looks pretty normal. No signs of any damage whatsoever.

An elderly man is sitting on a chair. Dad goes up to him and talks about something. Then he asks us if we need water. Now, water was definitely needed as we had been running and hiding for over two hours. We walk to the other side of the wooden partition and there we see a tap's nozzle. But there's no controller on top of it. It's attached to the bottom of a stupid looking IBM laptop which in turn is connected to a pipe coming from the wall. Very strange.

The old man shouts from across the room that we need to press the left-click button on the laptop to get water. We do accordingly and quench our thirst. Pretty innovative considering its the 1940s. Isn't it ?

Free Dinner

It's an unforgettable day. The opposition parties have somehow enforced a complete closure of all the shops, businesses etc. in Delhi for a day to oppose the government's policies. Even the hostel mess and the canteen are down. It's dinner time and all of us in the hostel are hungry as hell. But, there's no option. All the restaurants, eating joints are closed.

Then Mr. ----- comes up with something in his hand. On close examination it looks like a wedding reception invitation. All sorts of epithets come to my mind for him as he is gonna have a sumptuous dinner while we all here would just roll from side to side on our beds.

He hands over the invitation card to me. I think he's giving it to me to have a look. I open up the envelope and take out the card. It says '----- weds -----' ( I don't remember the names). He then points to us that it's his gf's sister's wedding. I take another look at the card and an anomaly crops up. His gf's name starts with the same letter but it's a different name...which means a different girl. When did he end with his last endeavour that he is now into a new one ?

Anyway, three of us get a free dinner invite and we are off to Noida in a car (supposedly his gf's car).

Cola with Parizad

The setting is of a place which looks quite like my Nani's. I am in my room sitting and doing something. A few moments later I come downstairs because of the noise that is constantly hitting my ears.

Across the road is a plot enclosed in a walled boundary having a big iron gate. A few vans and cars are parked nearby blocking the small colony road. I go in through the small gate within that big one to find a guard sitting inside with a tent type partition made. Puzzled because of the happenings, I ask him, "Kya ho raha hai yahan ?". He says, " Shooting chal rahi hai."

Surprised, I look for some way to get in. After much cajoling, the guard lets me in. Inside, it's a village scene with a charpoy towards the far end and a few crew members with equipment on the side I enter from. A lady is sitting on that charpoy with her back towards me, talking to a guy.

All of a sudden, that guy stands up..I see him and he sees me..It's ----- from IIT K. He comes up to me and explains the whole business. And then, I get to meet Parizad Kolah of TGILC right there! We have a bit of a chat and some cola and I ask them to wait right there. I go back to my room to fetch my camera.

The camera clicks a few times and I have a photo right there with a famous TV personality. Then out of nowhere, I find that a set of stairs has come up at the rear end of that plot leading to a lower level of land. They resemble the steps Farcry has in it's monkey-treehouse level. I go down and ....

A Friend visits me

It is sometime around 6 in the evening. I have just got up from my afty-evening nap. I take a look around and go down again. A few minutes later there is a knock on the door. I get up, open the door to see Prof. Vishu standing there with a TA. I shake my head and then realise that it's not him.

It's one of my friends from school and his dad. I am a bit surprised but I ask them to come in. Just then I see two glass tumblers soaked in dust, lying on the lower level of the table. ( In reality, I haven't used any of those in the hostel). I pick them, get up to go and wash them so that my guests can have water, but he stops me. Instead he picks up my glass kept on the table, takes a hard critical look at it and then puts it to use. Uncle does not seem to be interested in having water.

We have some chat for a while and the clock ticks to 7:30. So dinner comes into the picture. They decide to have it in the hostel mess itself although I have already informed them of the possible consequences. I lock my room and we go down.

The scene downstairs is a mirage of sorts. The entire dining system has been changed. Instead of the usual stuff, it is more like a buffet system with lots of dishes to choose from. Can this be true? I got confused as to whether I was dreaming in that dream. Maybe I was.

Two in One

[1] I am Hanuman (LOL) and a gargantuous demoness is chasing me. I keep flying for sometime and then I reach the Himalayan region. It is becoming difficult for me to keep myself away from her huge claws. I am on some peak and she is coming straight at me. With great strength I throw a huge snowball and she bites the floor. Then she thinks for sometime and casts a spell. The whole snow field turns into a salty one. There is salt everywhere. The salty air makes me sick and then....

[2] This one is about cricket in the hostel wings. The one involved looked like the C-15 wing but actually much wider. I am bowling. I don't remember which guys were playing that day. I get someone out and then a big fight starts about him being out or not. As usual I get in the mood and start up my shoutbox. It continues for a while and then all is normal.

De-Evolution

This one is about Holi and a "de-evolutioning" act that takes place. My friends and I are playing Holi and then out of nowhere Mr. Laloo (our Railway Minister) comes in. LOL. It's a surprise for all of us. He is all alone without any security and covered from head to toe in all sorts of colour patches. He joins in as if he were somebody from our group. All this is OK types i suppose but the real thing is what follows.

We had somebody who was capturing us playing Holi on his handycam. Mr. Laloo too gave some nice shots showing his big set of teeth as well. Evening came and we all gathered to have a look at the video. There was no Laloo in the video. In his place was a monkey showing off his white teeth. His face was quite like Laloo's. This was so strange. I mean, get Darwin out of his grave and show him this !!!

Mini Bus Service

It's been almost a month since I last wrote something here. I had quite a few dreams but somehow they didn't make it to this eternal message board. This one, by the way, is like a short extract of something big.

My friends and I are on some kind of a mini bus; we are not just there as passengers but someone from us is in the hotseat as well. The place we are travelling in is a village area with broken, pot-holed roads.

Suddenly, there's appears a stack of bricks about a feet high, right in the middle of the road. All of us rush to the back end and the driver magically pulls off a bus-jump. Just then, when this brick layer ends we find no path for the bus coz there's a truck standing right in front and a car which had come swinging in from the right hand. Mysteriously again, we find ourselves as we were before this situation. The truck and car are left behind. I had closed my eyes and so can't describe how this second feat was done - did we teleport or did we shrink breadthwise ?

Then, I am thrown out of the bus and I catch hold of a handpump handle to avoid hitting the ground directly. Not much damage occurred here as the bus was moving slowly coz of the bad condition of the road. I shout out loud to stop the bus immediately and end the adventure. Nobody listens.....

RDB meets RPG

This one is an unusual mix of a lot of things. I am in some place that looks like the remains of some old fort and hordes of enemies swarm in from all the sides. It's a cross b/w Japanese RPG games and a scene from the Matrix series where Neo fights of swarms of Agent Smith. The RDB element comes from the scene where British soldiers close in on two of the heroes in the film and surround them. Of course, they get caught but my story is different.

Showing amazing fighting skills (as they show in the Japanese games) I fight off those evil souls until one last one remains. He is not the boss but I get a strange feeling. Then, as if in a virtual reality game I see a lot of weapon options on the screen (yeah, it seemed I was in a game in my dream). All sorts of weapons and the keycode to get them get displayed on top of the view I see. One option stands out from the rest.

It says 190 : Nihilism cloth. I press the keys 1, 9 & 0 (but God knows on which keyboard) and there appears a maroon coloured cloth out of thin air right in my hands. I wrap it around the last one standing in front of me and he vanishes as if I sent him to some distant planet by casting a spell.

Japanese Magic

Well this one is really weird. I don't remember the beginning very clearly but I do have the end. I am some kind of a saviour for the people in some place in Japan. There's some guy who is very ugly in his deeds. Some people have gone missing and it's assumed that this guy is responsible for it. Somehow, I find out where he is and go there to change the course of history (LOL!).

It's a part of an amusement park. There is a giant wheel which is running all empty. One difference that I notice is the positioning of the platform from which people get onto it. At a level of around half the wheel's height there is circular platform with stairs on one side (for people to get in) and on the other side is the control room. It is like a ring structure in the middle of which the wheel is set.

The evil guy is in the control room reading some book on magic. This is shown to me by means of a moving camera that first shows the landscape view and then a close-up of the enemy as it happens in video games. I am right below the cabin. Seeing him I rush up and he too comes out for a fight. After a fierce battle (LOL) I finally overpower him and throw him down from the platform. He dies there and people rush in from all sides thanking me.

I don't know what happens just after this but all I remember after this part is that I am sitting with that guy having a casual chat and his Japanese (Chinki !!) girlfriend. (and yes I was talking Japanese)

Alphabet Sudoku

This one is a short incident. I am in some lecture hall which looks like a cross b/w the LTs & the OAT we have. It was more like the LT in Munnabhai. There's some lady teacher and she gives me a card which has an empty grid made on it and she asks me to fill it up with whatever words I want but there should not be mismatch. I ask her what she means by mismatch and all I get is an angry reply. I am asked to leave the class, but to my surprise all the other guys seem to have no problem with what the card thing is. The look on their faces gives me a hint that such thing has happened earlier as well and that this was my second outing from the class.

Quite a long break

It has been more than 45 days since I unleashed something here. And all these days I travelled to god knows what all dimensions and places. There were a lot of things that caught my attention (of course, while sleeping). Dragons, witches, soldiers, battles, sci-fi worlds, ultra techie weapons and gadgets....they were all there.

One incident that really stands out is what follows. It was a terrifying one with both me and my dream-self getting involved. The story goes like this. I am in Pakistan as a spy. (LOL....) I clearly remember getting a briefing from the commander at the station and secretly passing on this information to India. There were some other Indian spies there although all of us were unaware of each other. It was all going well until one day....

We were watching some program going on at the OAT (which incidentally looked more or less like the OAT we have here at IIT D). Suddenly, the program was stopped and the commander came forward to make an announcement. The gentleman next to me was declared to be an Indian spy. "Oh god! Is it my D-day as well", I said to myself. He was taken away by two security guards. And behind this one there was the lady who was his newest friend.

Then it was my turn (damn it!). I too was taken away by two security guards. And the reason why I was caught was because they had found an Indian Railways ticket inside a parcel that had supposedly come from my home in Pakistan. (Why are Indian agencies so foolish always ???) It was then that my real self began conflicting with this virtual one. The thought that came to my mind was - "Oh man! how am I to get my B.Tech. now? " (LOL)

Both of us were taken to a distant part of the establishment under tight security. It was a hell of a place, and of course similar to some of the Pakistani prisons we have seen in movies. Before putting us into cells a demo (read demostration of extreme hatred and torture) was given to us. One of the jail inmates was pulled out of the cell and he was forced to eat like a dog. Some food was thrown on the dirty floor and he was made to eat it by licking the floor. It was terrible.

We were doomed....and this is where the story ends.