Wednesday, June 11, 2003

3.The Brave Dreamer

Do you dream? or atleast have you saved anyone in your life? If not ,this inspirational story of mine would change ur life for ever.

I had my first dream when i was just two months old. I used to dream about Israel-Palestine peace talks and also about world peace. I was so worried about the humanitarianism that even in my dream i used to strive hard for a green world. My heart used to be so heavy during such dreams that i used to cry non-stop. My parents had a tough time taking care of their two month old son who was busy dreaming about world peace. I even used to wet my bed during such dreams ( The concept of wet dreams evolved from one such incident). I even used to wet my bed when i grew up. The burden for the society was of such high decree.

As days flew by, i became a dreamer and my dreams gained expertise and i started dreaming about biotechnology, sociology, genetic science, archeology, business administration and before long i celebrated my first birthday. The burden in my heart was so much that i did not even have enough power to blow the candles in my birthday cake. My mother helped her genius son( that is me) in blowing the candles.

Days went by and i was in School. I was in kindergarden. My dreams had a disastrous effect because of a girl called Renu. She was also so much concerned about the society , cos she always cried in class. What a pair, we made! She cried during the day time and i cried in my sleep. She had lovely blue eyes and a pint size nose that oozed out Phlegm cos her nostrils did not have a stopper. Her lips were like those sugar coated strawberries( Now! Don't u go into a dreamworld! she is mine!!ok ok.. she WAS mine.. atleast in my dreams).She was taller than me though. But does size matter? Her hair was as soft like the brush we used to clean our toilet. ( Am i describing her in a obscene manner? Glad that we did not have any sexual harassment policies in kindergarden)

Every love story should have a villain. In our case, the villain came in the form of Shabir. He was the hero of the class because he was the only one who can chew a chewing gum without swallowing it. The girls were amazed at his wonderful chewing gum-chewing abilities. He used to defeat me round and square in academics also. My vocabulary was so limited then. according to me "A was for Apple". But Shabir used to confuse everyone saying that A was for air-plane,Anaconda,Acracadabra and so on.

When we were using chalk pieces and black slate boards for writing , he was the first one to use a note book and a pencil. To cope up with the ever increasing competition, i bought my first note book and pencil. I never knew how to hold a pencil. But who cares , cos now i had half the class's attention. Shabir could not take it any longer. He grasped my pencil and broke it into two pieces. Such actions were considered to be an act of bravery. Renu fell in instant love with him. Now i wanted to show that i was one step ahead of him in the race. I started screaming at the top of my voice. My class teacher( on whom i developed an affection at a later point of time) rushed to the scene and instead of punishing him , she started thrashing my bum( cos possession of pencil in kindergarden was treated as a crime under the POTA kindergarden Act).Renu started avoiding me.

That night i had a dream. The whole school caught fire because of a cosmic explosion planned by Iraq and Iran. I started weeping cos i saw Renu caught between the flames. I ran as fast as my little feet could carry me and before long i was standing in front of the class. I opened the door with one powerful kick and searched for a fire extinguisher.

But i could not find one in the near by surroundings. That night before hitting bed i drank lots of water and as the water tank was full, i decided to save my Renu by extinguishing the fire using the only resource available at that time. I did not give a second thought and with in seconds, I was performing the extinguishing act. Suddenly some one hit me hard on my back and i woke up to see my angry dad, closing the refrigerator with parting words “ stop peeing in the refrigerator”



  1. must say it is well written and you sure do have a fascinating dream process...if its true....otherwise you have a fascinating thought process.

  2. phew... i do think a lot... but dunno , if it follows any specific process... it lacks direction

  3. Oh my.......this is the funniest blog I have ever come have got the talent to make people laugh their head off......hats off to you.

  4. The sole reason of why i started a blog in the first place is becoming a reality.. thank you divya! keep singing...

  5. u gt a gud sense of humour, n u can vry well express it thru ur writting. whn i was readng thes lines i was lol "He was the hero of the class because he was the only one who can chew a chewing gum without swallowing it".

  6. And....some of us are scared to dream...dude!! you're the epitome of dream catchers!!

  7. The brave dreamer, eh? Ha ha ha...

  8. more brave dreams to come...

  9. refrigirator??????????
    Chriss .... Don u dare teach al dis 2poor jeremy!

  10. jeremy! hey thank you for giving me the idea. ill write a post on my jeremy!!!

  11. :) wow! one wiz kid you were! :D

  12. if i would have been your dad..i would have slapped you hard..and ofcourse -- school change..

  13. hahahA!!!..LMAO!
    u have the ability to make anyone and everyone laugh!!..i was hell depressed..but thanks to u..YOU made me laugh!!...hehehe..
    keep dreaming..;)

  14. Hello Chronicwirter,

    Ur Blog is awesome..... just read few of ur blog and its really a aswesome one........ So wanted to tell you that you are great writer and a dreamer Too!!!!!!!!!!!


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