Dreams: Sequence 01

'LIFE LIES IN SMALL MOMENTS WE OFTEN MISS...'

Babies crying… lots of them, fair and fat babies, on a bed in a room. They all look alike... 4-6 months old babies, one of them cursed me... 'fuck face'. I hit the baby’s lips gently...'no!' The baby sweared again 'cunt' I hit harder, the baby cried louder.. swearing.

The sound of the gardener trimming the hedge woke me... it was 4.15 pm.

I went out to check the fresh dent on my new car. Couldn’t believe Ajay would be so mindless trying to drive the bees from the creeper-roof that shelters my car, burning a cloth bundle wrapped on an iron rod. The rod fell on the bonnet making a fine dent chipping off the midnight-blue paint. No matter how hard I try, I don’t fail to see new scratches on my once spotless car a week ago, everyday.

‘Mutations’ arrived from Amazon much before the estimated time, in fact almost a month early. While my ‘No Objection Certificate’ from the bank, which financed my previous car, is delayed by more than a month, the reason “system malfunction!”... What system??

Yesterday, I attended a Bob Dylan concert. There were disabled people – a deformed child, unusual characters singing Dylan numbers through their nose. I even went backstage for his autograph on my sweatshirt, he wrote Dylan – rest I don’t remember. I must have fallen asleep after chatting with Karan on yahoo. He didn’t seem too bothered by the recent series of blasts in London, even though he was there. He was very charged and stressed. Told me he has more money now than he’s ever had and his life is thousand times worse than it has ever been. He had the opposite opinion on everything we discussed, but we agreed on few things – life lies in small moments we often miss; like cooking, it’s the balance of the ingredients that makes a good dish and that the happiest person on earth surely must be a good cook. We laughed!

Most of my day went trying to watch the end of a flick I downloaded through P2P. It took me almost a week, I had watched most of it in parts while downloading, but the forward function on the media player wouldn’t work today. I tried to sleep for a bit, but the knock on my door wouldn’t let me. It was Ajay, asking me what to cook for dinner. As the day dusks, the glow of my laptop’s LCD gets brighter. “To my best buddy” – I wrote on the title page of ‘Mutations’. It was a surprise gift for her, which I revealed while tracking the order online at her place. It will still be surprise, now that it has arrived early...