Who is He???

Imagine, you have seen a movie 3-5 times already…so by the 6th or 7th time, when you are watching you would be able to tell what is going to happen next or what dialogues gonna be said….Same happens with me and my recurring dreams…If I talk about those dreams, that I see not one or two times…you might think I am crazy…Trust me friends…I am not…its just that due some unknown phenomena… some of the dreams I see, keep recurring during many nights… Just read on for one such thrilling experience I had with one of the recurring dream…no longer a recurring one…

I am at my school..The whole school looks deserted and dark… I was running as if was trying to escape from something or somebody…I can see myself running through the wooden balcony of the main block and then through the play ground and so on…I am scared and tensed…what was most scary about the dream was, I myself never knew what was I running from…I was just running as if my life depended on that…

I ran towards the back side of the main block and then hid in one of the classrooms (which was a day care during the days I studied in that school)…there was a window in that room and I was scared and panting for breath…I was peeping through the window on the look out for some danger but all I could see from that window was the Toilets at the far end of the school premise…

And then, I saw a guy…he jumped through the window and hid inside the room with me…we both never spoke…it was as if, he never saw me or rather I was invisible…I always used to feel, I was in the world of some Video Game of a War/Battle Field…He crouched so low below that window as if he was hiding from somebody and then at one moment he jumped out of the window and ran to the left…at this moment, as if from nowhere, a group of 3 people came with guns and shot this guy down to death….

Every time I saw this dream, I will be watching all this from the same class room that I was hiding….Now, this has been happening for quite some years…

Last year, one night, I was again seeing this same dream…from start…In my consciousness, I knew what was going to happen next and I was seeing them as I remembered…and the dream reached to the point when this guy jumped into my hideout…as usual, he was sitting there hiding…In my mind, I knew, next he would jump out and would get killed…and as I knew it, he suddenly rouse and was about to jump out…

But this one time, I spoke…I told him… “Hey, don’t go…I know, there is danger there…When you go out and run, there will be some enemies coming from the right side and would shoot you down…”…For the first time, in all these years of my recurring dream, this guy turned and looked at me…He too seemed surprised to see me in there…as if he had never expected…He had so many questions in his eyes…He never said anything...we just stared at each other…and then I repeated… “Don’t go…you will get killed…” …He still dint talk…nor did he go…we both looked out of the window and waited…

Soon, as I predicted, the 3 people came from the right side…they were shooting with their guns and ran past us as if they were frantically looking for somebody…Once they crossed us…this guy turned to me…he had a Thanks in his eyes…and was just about to say something to me…

And, lo and behold,…I opened my eyes…I was awake….I tried sleeping again to see the rest of that dream… neither could I ever hear what that guy was going to say nor did I ever see that dream again…But the memory of that dream still stays fresh in my mind and always as clear as before…

I could never understand, why I used to have such a dream again and again…and why dint I see it after that day…I don’t know…At times, I feel, maybe I was in that dream again and again just to save that guy…afterall, I was never attacked…nor have I ever seen anybdy chasing me…Maybe, afterall, it was this guy who was being chased and my mission was to SAVE him from the enemies…

Above that question, the more intriguing question that haunts me is…afterall…

WHO IS HE???

NB: Can any of you interpret dreams… Then I might have to hire you as my official dream interpreter… lol!!! I am not joking …That’s how dreams / nightmares haunt me… I am sooo good at seeing them and most of the time I do remember them…As once I told you before, some dreams that hurts me, for some strange reason do become reality not directly but atleast something would happen in my life that have some connection to the dream I saw…

Missing You...

For some strange reason, today his face has been very constantly fluttering through my thoughts…I haven’t been thinking of him for quite some time now and all of a sudden today he is in my thoughts…all fresh and cute as always…and his thought did instill a pain in my heart…a pain for the love I had for him….the pain of reality that I can never see him again…the pain of missing him…the pain of missing hugging him and loving him…I don’t think anybody else could ever take the place that he had in my mind ever after him…he was irreplaceable in my heart…in my family’s heart…He was our pet…a German Shepherd…a police trained watch dog…

“Gentle” was his name…an apt name for his behavior ONLY towards us…his family…I don’t remember when he came to live with us… but he was always there with us…He was an extremely brilliant dog…and absolutely disciplined and well mannered and knew his job very well…he was tall and well built for his age…I still remember the pace with which he would change his posture from a playful Pet dog to an Alert Watch Dog the moment a stranger enter our boundary wall…and trust me, if the new-comer did the mistake of picking even a piece of paper, he would find Gentle just near him….all alert and with a low volume growl, which would make even the bravest person drop down what ever he was picking up…lol!!!

I have to write a whole book on him, if ever I start talking to you about him…But today, as I remember him…I wish sharing with you about that day…the one day that me or my whole family can never forget…Even today, when I think of that day my eyes fill with tears and I wish…

Now, Gentle had a separate kennel close to our 2 storey house. His kennel was not less than a house or a room… It was as tall as any of our rooms and had a full length door, windows and a Tiled roof…It was like a Out-house…specially built in for the dogs that we had…if I missed telling earlier, we have had times when we had more than 7 dogs at a time…My dad was crazy about dogs and so were we kids…So, Gentle always had a magnificent royal life of his own…with good food and all health concerned medicines and all stuff…

Of all the people in the world, Gentle was scared of just one person…and that was none other than my Mom…hehe!!! My mom was strict not only with us but with the most disciplined Gentle too…lol!!! And the only reason for which Gentle could face mom’s wrath was if he committed the mistake of turning his room into his toilet…He had his own timings and specific areas to do it and if he forgot that Mom was there to teach him his lesson…You should see, his fear filled eyes when Mom scolds him…poor Gentle…

Anyways, one fine day, as a routine, just before going to school I went to his room’s window to say Bye to him…what I saw was there was a lot some waste fluid on the floor and he was busy licking them off…I started laughing and warned him… “Ha, Gentle, you did it in here…Mom is gonna kick you today…” As if he understood what I said…(No, he really understands what we tell him…)…he started frantically trying to lick off every bit of the fluid…Only then I noticed it was not some fluid but blood…I was shocked…Answering my screams for help, dad came running and brought him out of his room…I still remember how scared was he to come out of his room…He never had to fear Mom who was just half his strength…it was his discipline and his respect for his Madam…

I had to leave as I was getting late to school…I remember spending every minute of that day at school weeping and praying…not knowing what actually happened…I rushed home in the evening and came to know that in real Gentle, maybe while trying to bite off some fly or some insect bit his own tail so hard that a nerve broke and the blood was from the wound in his tail…He was given anastasia and a minor surgery was done…

By late night he was brought back home, carried by four people and was laid at our Verandah…he was half unconscious…we were all really upset and was taking turns to be with him…

All of a sudden, in his half unconscious state, Gentle tried standing up and walk out of the Verandah…none f us understood why he was doing that when he couldn’t even get up…even when we were asking him to sit, he was trying hard to walk forward but falling off every inch…he wasn’t giving up either…in his attempt, he fell off the three steps that led to the parking garage from the Verandah…We were trying hard to carry him back to verandah…God, he was indeed heavy and wouldn’t budge even…and then we noticed, why he was trying to move out of the Verandah…he was having dysentery…not a normal one, but all the blood that he drank in the morning was being ejected from his body then…

And poor Gentle didn’t wanted that to happen at the Verandah as he knew his Madam would never like it…I remember my Mom just breaking into tears on seeing this…She knelt down near Gentle and consoled him… “Gentle, don’t worry dear…Mom wont scold you…you come and lie down inside the Verandah…You are sick…Mom will clean it…Its OK…” …He was trying to keep his eyes open and gazing at my mom…As if understood what Mom said, he slowly gave in to our efforts…he tried getting up and finally we succeeded in bringing him back to the Verandah and letting him sleep for the rest of the night comfortably…to wake up the next day as fresh as any other day …

He died after 2 or 3 years of this incident…due old age…he saw the worst days of his health..and had really gone thru lot of pain before he went into final sleep…When he passed away, I was not informed…I was stopped from going near his rooms for days quoting some strange reason…But after a few days, when I really felt that something was fishy, I secretly went into his room and found it empty…Then I realized that he was gone…I know that there would never be another Gentle…

My dear Gentle, I miss you….

NB: I know, not all of you would love to have a pet dog…But trust me, if you had Gentle, you would never wanna leave him…As for us, till date, none of us could forget that night…when Gentle showed his disciplined character even when he was dead sick…Even today, we jokingly make fun of Mom…Afterall Mom was not less than a HITLER even to the most ferocious Gentle…and at the same time Mom makes fun of me and my brother that… “Even a dog behaved properly when I asked him to…but my own children till date hasn’t learnt to listen to their Mother’s advice or disciplines…” I would surely share with you all some other stories of him...some day…

The Hi-Tech Handicap...

So...hope u read my old story...lol that was a refreshing nostalgic past...atleast for me...

Hey, friends, have u ever tried being handicapped with a laptop...I have or rather I am one now...Thanks to my dear son...I dont think I would be typing anything interesting today...As I am Systematically Computingly handicapped....grrrr...Wants to know,what happened this time right???

B4 starting the story of my present condition ...let me giv u a brief explanation on how I got this Laptop...If I tell you that this laptop costed only something between 80-82US Dollars...would u believe that...Its true... I got this from my Hubby's office...They usually sell off their old Laptops and Desktops for such cheap prizes every 3-5 years...As the number of staffs looking forward for this is so high, that they do a lucky draw...and the lucky winners get the stuff on a cheap prize...and my hubby had his luck the last time and he brought this home...Thus, my plan to buy a new laptop was indefenitely postponed...hehe!!!

My son is still too small to read or write... But, when we get into our apartment's life, I used to teach him three things...To go to Ground level..press "G"...To reach Basement Parking "B" and to reach our floor..press 11...and a few days back, surprisingly, I saw him writing No. 11 on his Magic Board and showing me..."Mamma, Neven...(his Eleven...)"...To my surprise, I asked him how to write G and then B...He managed to draw smthing which looked nothing near B or G...

So, I wrote on the board letters A to J and asked him to show me...B and G...He showed G... But kept on showing other alphabets...instead of B...Stupid ME...I made fun of him...Telling him..."Hey, baby, shame shame,..u know nothing...U dont even know B..."...This was in the afternoon....

In the evening...suddenly I saw my son walking around with a black coin...He was surprisingly saying..."Mamma...B....B...."...I wondered wht was he trying to say..with a shock, I recognised the coin in his hand...It was the letter "B" from my poor little Laptop...He, with utmost hardwork and grace found Letter B from the Laptop...not only did he find it...He pulled it out without spoiling anything else and brought it for me...Maybe he wanted to show me...that he was Smart and knew everything...He knew what is B...and he proved it...BY HANDICAPPING MY POOR LAPTOP....

Now, from last three days, I was typing on this stuff with much difficulty whenever I had to type B...Now,today after work, when I came home...I had some urgent stuff to be taken care of....I switched on the Lappy Dear...and tried typing in a mail for a colleague...and guess what...The SPACE key wouldn't just budge...It was stuck...I literally tried Physical Abuse on the key...and still..it just looked back at me...As if he was saying...JUST SHOO OFF...grrr...I tried to find why it was so...then only I realised...The "Vacant Space of Letter B was no longer alone...He was accompanied by another Vacant Space..."...this time it was Letter N...grrrrrrrrrrr...Now, can imagine...I dont have a proper B, a proper N...instead I have a Stuck SPACE KEY....

Now, I didnt even know where was the N Key...Anyways, I decided to atleast try to rectify the issue of my SPACE key...My son was still having his afternoon nap...So, I couldn't ask for his talent to remove the key gracefully...finally I tried removing off the SPACE KEY myself...Maybe I was not as good as my son in that....I think I broke off the key...Now, what did I discover...My "N"...hehe!!,it was right there below the SPACE KEY,and thats y, the space key was Stuck...Now...I got my N.. but cmpltly destroyed my space...

Anyways...all said and done...Now..I have a keyboard which has no B..but a space where I need to scratch with my nails to type in B...An plastered on top of the space of N which works only if I literally bang on the key...and another vacant space wherein I have plastered the rubber nob of the SPACE key...All these three Keys wouldn't work unless I took all my energy to type thru them...

Literally, now, I am tired...sweating...for typing a post like this...But, still I haven't lost my enthusiasm in waiting for my son to wake up...so that I can teach him some extra points on Discipline and Ethics of using a Laptop...He would better be ready to get a GOOD PIECE OF MY MIND...for tampering this poor thing...grrr....

My poor little Laptop....and a poor ME...Can't I be rightly called

"The Hi-Tech Handicap..."

NB: Now, I really hope, my hubby would ignore the loss of his 82$...lol!!! "Else, my dear son, it's double trouble for u..."