In a Plachaaang…

Was this the vacation I have been dreaming of all this time. Gosh…Finally, I am here. Away from the dark, shady places that we would see at any normal place. This place has been beautifully set. I doubt if it even had the colours of Black, Grey or Brown or any shades of them. The whole place was so well lit with bright and exciting colours.

Seriously speaking, when I thought of travelling, I didn’t even know such a place existed. But now, that I am here, I am just going to enjoy. The place is right out of any fairy tale. Trees and flowers all were set in colourful theme. Pink, Yellow, Purple and what not. Just as if the place was a colourful painting by a 3 year old. Hehe, I am sure, when my friends see the pictures of this place, they gonna tease me for being a Plachaang... 

Plachaang is a colloquial word that we used regionally. The word would never be found in any dictionaries. But when we used it, it meant that something that was worst than the flourescent colours. We used to tease those who wore bright colored clothes for wearing "Plachaang." This place was truly a Plachaaang view to cherish, haha!!!

And I am right on top of this long winding slide that overlooked the whole area of colours. Sitting on this long rubber sheet, I was just waiting for someone to push me from behind and before I could even scream out, I was off into the winding track. Whoooooosh, the apparent motion of the passing scenery was nothing less than a heart-warming sight. I kept moving left and right and up and down… Seriously, this could be the longest slide I have ever tried in any of these adventure parks.

Hey, think, I am getting to the end of this trip. I can hear the bell.  As I tried hard to open my tightly shut eyes, I felt so depressed to come back to reality. Ok, now that was dumb…. to even believe that such Fairy Tale rides existed in the real life… It was just a dream, disappointing… shooooooot!!!

Butttttt, hey, I saw a colourful dream. One with no strangers, no fears, no long exhausting journey. Is this the first time I saw one such dream? I don’t know. Maybe Yes, maybe No. But this one woke me with a smile. My eyes were still dazzled by the colours I witnessed in the dream.  I so much wished if I could go back to the same dream to explore the area more. I wanted to see how the place looked from all sides and if possible wanted to stay around to see who else lived there. It was like living through one of my childhood wish, to live in a toffee land…And today, I was indeed in that splashing wonderland. In a land of eye-catching colours or say...

In a Plachaaang…

Smiles….Tears…

The little chick was just out of the egg. Oh, so cute it was looking. Myself, was actually wondering, how I ended up in that alley… Very familiar, but not the place I would want to visit now…but somehow I was there and this beauty was what I saw running around…Smiles…

Poof! Before I could understand what happened. I saw the yellow ball of joy in the clutches of a black bird, maybe a crow…I could clearly see that it was in great pain and trying to get off. The villain was flying off. All I could was to scream and run behind its trail. Crazy me, how can I catch hold of a flying villain with my walking legs… Still I ran, screaming and cursing and think, I even hurled some stones at it. For sure, none reached even close to them. And soon, it was no more in sight… Tears…

Hey, but what is that…its coming running…I could hear the peck peck sound well when it ran towards me with its tiny legs…Oh, my, the little chick…how did it manage to come off from the plate of a hungry villain. It was not time to think of it. As I knew, there was more danger in this world around, and I had to save this poor soul. Like a baby in his mother’s chest, I swooped down and picked him and held him close to my heart…The li’l one was warm and chirpy and was already doing a conversation with me…Silly, doesn’t he know, I don’t understand bird’s language…Smiles…

Within the walls of home, I was already being the big mamma to him…I didn’t wanted to put him down at all. I feared there were dangers that could pounce on this fellow and eat him any time. For that matter, I didn’t know how I can fight back such dangers, but I wasn’t ready to let him off my hand… But I had to set the cradle for the beauty to have a good rest after the adventurous morning. Doing that with one hand was not working much…But hey, where is he. As he lie down there, all lifeless, white in colour; he looked like a Cockroach now more than little chick. Oh god, what did I do… Did I drop him down…Tears…

I had to do something…Cupped inside my palm; so small was he and I let him die…How could I be so careless. I wanted to revive him. All the movies had only taught me how to save a human being. But this little bird, what will I do. I tried pressing his chest. Slowly, blew into his face...With tears, I was yearningly praying to see hope…to see his heart beat again…Wait a minute, is he moving…Oh yes, he is…his wings are slowly moving…He is waking up…from the sleep…Get up, birdie, Get up…Smiles…

Trrrrrrinnnnnggggg...Time 4.30am....With eyes open…I lay there, on my bed...The alarm was still ringing and I kept wondering what was it…Am I going crazy or just that I was born Crazy…Why do I see such dreams…People say, dreams are always related to your thoughts or experiences or past or at times even future…. My dreams tends to be long and even silly. Now, what is this silly dream trying to show me…No idea…I didn’t now know what to do…

Smiles….Tears…

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…

My New Home...

So…finally, I shifted into my new apartment…a real spacious one…gosh!!! I feel I am staying at somebody else’s house…shifting from my old house which was more like a chicken pen…You make one step forward you reach the kitchen..one step to your left and there you are at your bedroom…one step to your right and you can take your seat in the sofa in the dining cum hall room…it was really a congested place…but now, at my new place..I feel I am at an open playground...I feel strange…I need to literally take many more steps to reach the hall room or the kitchen or the bedroom…to be frank, I grew really lazy that now I find it really difficult to make my way outside my own room…and don’t even remind me of the routine cleaning to be done in this spacious apartment…I would be dead….

Anyways…the shifting and all the PROBLEMS AND ISSUES that came along with the process really exhausted me of all the energy I had from the week before…Wish, I owned a Robot, who did everything reading my mind…bcoz honestly, I am dead tired to even open my mouth and instruct him what to be done…I wish I had a long long vacation from office, so that I could really get a gooooooood long sleep…and make myself to get along with the new home…Alas, vacation is one thing I wouldn’t be getting…atleast not for another few weeks…till then I would be sitting in front of the Computer holding myself from dozing off and hitting myself against the keyboard...

What ever said and done…keep aside all the tensions of shifting…the new home did give a big mental peace…at heart, I feel, a new beginning is right here…a fresh start…with good things to come my way and ward off all bad things away from my life…(now, here I hope, I can forget the irritation somebody gave me as soon as I shifted... for some stupid reason she had….Godddd!!!…at times, I really imagine, what is it that I can do for her to be satisfied and happy…she has the most silliest demands and the most unbelievable character and above all the most thankless nature…in the last 4 years of my association with her…that’s what I learnt about her…and every time I try changing my outlook of her, she find some way to reinstall it back in me…)

Anyways…I wasn’t talking about her…and prefer I don’t go forward with a discussion on HER…maybe some other time…and if I start writing about “My Encounters with HER”…I might have to write in a whole book…lol!!!

Back to “shifting story”…somehow, till date, almost all the house shifting that I have gone through was for sad or bad or maybe desperate reasons…Maybe some day, I would bring myself up to write about those days of my life…But this time, I did it for a better reason…something that was done on choice and not due circumstances…and I really hope and pray to god to let me soon shift to a New Home…a Home that can be called MY DREAM HOME…Maybe god stay with me to fulfill my long cherished dream of building my own home…and I am sure, that would be the best and happiest phase of my life…

Between, you can also pray for me...If you have a direct connection with him, the Almighty, please request him to fulfill my dream ASAP…lol!!!

Wrapped in a White Cloth...

The whole place just blew up into a ball of fire...From this side of the creek, all I could do was to see them with my eyes wide open and missing every other beat of my heart...I just couldn't imagine that I was really witnessing a violent blast in my own neighborhood...I knew, any survivors was a hopeless thought...just could pray that there was nobody inside that warehouse...it was already 6 O' Clock in the evening and was naturally past office working hours...God, please, please please...let not any family be grieved by this mishap...

On my next instinct, and my years of training on first aid, brought in an urge to reach the accident site ASAP. I just hoped, IF I could be of any help...maybe the authorities would like some helping hands like mine...I rushed... How did I reach there, I don't know...but in a minute, I was there...I could see the charred remainings of a "warehouse"...practically nothing remained...the police, the water tanks, para medics, public etc was all around...I could see many people pushing against some police to find their way into this scene...I could see lots of new reporters...WHAT SHOULD I DO..WHAT WILL I DO...I just stood there...awe struck with the scene happening in front of me...

Suddenly one policeman approached me...He asked me, "Maa'm, could you please come with me. We might need some help from ladies."...I wondered, what sort of help...still as if in a trance, I walked behind him...My legs were shivering as I approached the entrance of the "once warehouse"...as I walked, I looked ahead..into the boundary of the burnt down remainings... I was shocked...I couldn't belive my eyes...among all those ashes was a cloth liner...still staying on air with its ends tied to the nails on the walls of the building...How come this didn't burn off...before I could finish my thoughts, something else just struck my heart...I saw hundreds of white clothes cleanly hanging on the clothe liners...not even one had caught fire...and with an ache in my heart, I realised those white clothes were those of babies...The white dresses that we make a baby wear at the hospitals on birth...I WAS SHATTERED... What I thought was a warehouse, was not one...It was a Baby Care Clinic...

Nothing crossed my senses...I just couldnt move...my heart started pumping blood into my brain in such a pressure, that I felt, I might collapse...with fear, my eyes looked all around the area....for what...I can't even say...But then I saw...many volunteers coming out of the place with something wrapped in their hands...It didn't take much time for me to realise, they were dead bodies...the burnt bodies of babies...not one or two...but hundreds...I wanted to run off from there...but I couldn't move...my legs were stuck to the ground...I cried... I screamed...I called out for help...I wanted to be out of that place...then and there...but none came to help...I just saw every single person walking past me with a baby wrapped in white clothe...all of them had tears in their eyes...but none spoke to me..none offered me a help...I couldn't bare to see the horrible scene in front of me anymore...My whole body was shaking...I closed my eyes and started pleading for help..I yelled and yelled...at the top of my voice...

Suddenly I felt somebody pulling me...I opened my eyes...I heard my mom's voice..."Wake up...you are already for the class"...I felt blank...What was that...Is this a dream...or what I saw earlier was a dream...with much relief, I confirmed it was a nightmare...just a nightmare...

JUST a NIGHTMARE...???? No...it wasn't JUST a nightmare for me...Because the pain in my heart persisted even after I woke from my sleep...my heart pumped hard for days...the feeling of the "something bad" ate my days...I couldn't think sense for days..the baby wrapped in white clothe came in front of my eyes for days bringing out tears in my eyes and making my heart beat faster than before...I had lost my peace of mind...I was suffering...just because of a nightmare... I wondered...HOW LONG WILL I GO FORWARD WITH THIS PAIN...I had no answer then...

But the pain had to stop one day...and it did...it was heart breaking, but still it cleared all the conufions in my mind...It answered all the worries given by that nightmare...The thought is still a pain...But still...I realised, Maybe the nightmare was an instinct...a sign...a sign preparing me for the future...

You must be wondering now..."what was that future...what did that nightmare prepare me for..." It prepared me to face a tragedy...to bear a pain..."The Pain of Death"...

Days after this dream...one day...I witnessed...

"My uncle carrying his newborn baby, who died on the second day of birth, to the grave...and the beautiful boy was all wrapped in a white cloth...."