A pencil,dream and Inception.

I have something to share. Many of you may find it is interesting. And also it is something everyone should try. I have spent hours on eBooks for this and personally researched. I’m sharing this because you should experience the ultimate part of dreams. Sit back, read slowly. Here we go...

Few years ago my roommate downloaded Inception. What really made me to watch this movie was I’m big fan of Christopher Nolan.  Every movie he directed was brilliant. Okay. That night I watched the movie. I watched the movie the next night. Well, I watched the same movie five nights in row to understand it clearly. As usual, I praised the director/writer Nolan for writing such an original and brilliant script. I like the way he ended the movie. I loved the movie in depth and forgot it as days passed. Roughly a year ago, I happened to read Wikipedia page of Inception movie. There a word really impressed me –‘Lucid dream’.  After spending weeks studying lucid dreaming, I came up realizing mind-twisting, amazing world that exist behind dreams!!

a Hollywood Sci-fi movie –

We dream almost every night. When we are dreaming, we don’t aware that we are dreaming.  Dreams just go off your control. We know it was a dream when only we wake up from sleep. Wait, what if we are dreaming and we realize it is a dream!? Putting in simple words, a lucid dream is any dream in which one is aware that one is dreaming. In lucid dreams you get control over the dream environment. Just like a gamer has control over scenes of video game he playing.

After reading online that anybody can lucid dream, I decided to experience it. I had lot of time to work on it. Let me explain things I did to achieve lucid dream and my first lucid experience.

Before I start I should clarify that Inception movie has nothing to do with this case. As you have seen in the movie, you can’t just sleep off by a nasty chemical, and then have a quick dream. Inception is 100% fiction and lucid dreaming is 100% accurate. You have to train your brain in order to rule your world.  The training is to make understand your brain that you are really interested in waking up in the dream.

Firstly, I want to share my first experience of lucid dream. Then only I will explain you techniques.

I was in a store room stuffed with broken furniture. The room was not so dirty. I look around for any exit. Yeah there was a door behind me in distance. Suddenly, by practice, I read my palm- ‘I’m awake’.  What the heck is this??? At this point an unexplainable thing happened. When I read the sentence, I realized I’m in my dream. The environment around was not so usual. Everything around me was slightly vibrating. The color of furniture was changing whenever I looked at it. I felt so imbalanced. Then I felt, yes I’m dreaming and I’m awake in the dream!!!.

To be continued...

Your blue pouch

You don’t know that I feel hard to start writing about you without mentioning your name at first.  At the same time I feel name not necessary, then I just move on. Am supremely confident that when you read this letter, you will understand it is addressed to you. Moreover this letter starts with ‘you’.

          

            I wonder why only your memories bring me more happiness than any. I feel happy when I talk with you, when I memorize you and the fact that I was with you long ago. Wish in your mind I appear seldom.

           

           You had a sky blue jeans pouch with you. You used take out money from it whenever we fought for paying bills. Remember?  I liked that pouch.  I liked the color of it and mostly I liked for it was been with you most of the times. A non living thing that so lucky than me

            

           That day we were been to temple in an evening. I did not pray. I watched you praying. You closed your eyes not so long and spoke something yourself. We then sat at stairs. You asked what I did pray. I don’t remember what I replied but I still remember that I thanked god for being reason for me to be with you. I cracked some jokes and you laughed beautifully. I realized that whole happiness of my life lies within your smile. At the temple, in front of god, your smile looked so devoted. First time I liked god.

          

            Once we were having tea at college canteen. We were talking along sipping hot tea. You remembered something and unzipped your bag, took Goodday biscuits. You asked to have some. We ate few of them. I asked if you want to have anything. You said no. It was our first encounter at canteen.

          

               I like you, you know it. You may even know that it is not just ‘like’. It is something much more. It is something you cannot judge. It is something that keeps me going. It is something can’t explainable. It’s not liking nor loving. 

To you,

            I don’t know how to start this letter. I wrote and erased hundred words before started this one. I don’t know from where to start. I don’t have any idea what to write about you. So, I just go with whatever my heart says, I write straight from heart. No matter what you think.

            Sometimes I think I should start with our first meet at college in that fine evening. Sometimes my heart says I better start with our first day out. My mind is still hovering.

            That evening we were having noodles together, sitting opposite. I was shivering inside. There were few guys at the noodle stall. They were looking at us thinking we are pair. But we were not. We were just friends, In fact, best friends. You were still struggling use the fork with noodles. I was finished half of plate.

            Getting drunk and making call to girl friend is not considered polite in India. But I did that to you. But I talked in polite way. I did not scream. I did not use bad words in texts. In the morning when I was in full of hangover, you called me. You told all the texts I sent you. You told me that the way I behaved previous night was not good. You know? The way you told it was also not good.  You considered it as if I came straight to your PG and knocked your door.

            You did avoid me. I was hurt not because you avoided me, but because I believed that you were not like rest of the girls in the world. There were hundreds of ways to make things better, but you decided to avoid me just like any other girls does. Thank you.

            You may think I’m not a good friend. You may even think I was been a good friend to you but I secretly started loving you. Yes, but I was not sure I was really in love. But I always did care you more than a friend. It was like more than a friendship, little less than love or beyond both.

            I invited you to dinner. You said NO. No explanations further.

For any girl, the easiest and powerful way of getting rid of boy is avoiding. You thought avoiding me was good for both of us. But it was not. You just escaped knowing it was not good for me.

I always knew that there is no place for my emotions in your heart. You are like an endless ocean, where I set a sail in that ocean in search of seashore. I never reach a coast; I never see a silver line on cloud. But I keep sailing caused by wind of your memories. It takes me to place I never been before.

Still I’m thinking what actually I expecting. I don’t expect your emotions towards me (I know it’s not possible). We can’t be a pair (but still a better love story than Twilight).

I have received total fifty mails that requesting snap of the little kid featured in my post- Kid, kiss and flower. Thanks everyone who have read my posts and left me messages. Many of them even asked why i'm not writing nowadays. Well, its hard time for me, but its all temporary. 

Above is Sagarika's snap. Regards,

bharu...

 

kid , kiss and flowers

One morning, a neighbor kid of four years old came to me. Her name is Sagarika. I was typing some junk. I looked her. She smiled beautifully. She’s fair and white. Sunrays from window fallen on her face. I wonder when I saw thin green blood veins on her cheek. Her skin is still under growth so that it is somewhat transparent to sunrays. I smiled back and asked-‘kiddy, what make you come here in morning?’

                She said-“two flowers blossomed in my plant!” her eyes lit up. She said- “And they are so cute!!” she smiled again even more beautifully. Her eyes were curious and bright. I could feel her happiness. She seemed to me happiest human being in the world at that moment. I found peace and happiness of the universe are wholly deposited in her smile.  I downed my head up to her face and said-“you are the cutest than those flowers” I kissed her cheek.

                “No, come and see them” she grabbed my hand. I said “Not now kiddy, in the evening ok?”  She appeared to be disappointed. I stood up. She took my fingers in her small palm. We headed to her home. “Both flowers are pink, you know?” she said as we crossed the gate. I saw her dad sitting in a chair reading newspaper. I slowed down at the door as I needed his welcome. The kid pulled me and questioned me by her eyes- “why?”  I was about to say something, but luckily I heard her dad voice- “oh bharath, come in, I did not notice you”. “It’s alright, uncle” I smiled and walked in. uncle looked me in proud and said “she showed the plant to her gang, now to the gang leader hahaha!” I found no funny in the joke cut by uncle. I thanked god I could at least figure out it was a joke. So I laughed at uncle in response. Uncle smiled in a way that it made me forget his daughter’s smile.

                “See, there is the plant”. Her little forefinger pointed to the pot which rested at window in the hall. Two little pink flowers in the plant attracted me just like the kid’s smile. I followed her. “How soft these are” she said as she touched petals. “Yes” I replied. The flowers were really beautiful. She took the flower in hand and kissed it. “My soft flowers“she said herself as she touched flowers to her cheek. The tiny Suffern specks in the flowers affixed to her face, gave divine color to cheeks. I wiped her face. She observed the plant again and turned.  “But leaves are turned yellow” she said looking at me in straight face. “Kiddy, pot must be outside of home, they need sunlight” I said.

                “I afraid someone would pluck the flowers” she said in worried tone.

                “You should watch them like your mom watch you” I replied.

              “What if the plants get dry due to sunlight?” she made her eyes bigger in surprise.

                ‘’they don’t get dry unless you stop feeding water” I took her up and hold her in my hands.

               
       “Sagarika… don’t disturb bharath always, he may have works…don’t eat his head” with a smile in face, her mom came to hall holding a cup of tea. I said- “its fine aunty, I don’t have busy works”. My head is eatable? I thought for a while. I handed over sagarika to her mom, at the same time I received a cup of tea. Aunty told me that sagarika learning so fast and she could even read English magazine. I thought to ask about Kannada, but uncle joined us sipping tea and told that sagarika will study in English medium. Uncle seemed so proud.  I sighed. ‘How can kids learn other languages properly when they don’t know their mother tongue?’ I asked myself. I saw sagarika cleaning leaves of the plant. She was in her world. That’s her world that decorated with flowers, she play there in petal shower. She sleeps there in the petal bed. She plays with colors provided by specks. How beautiful childhood is- I thought. We talked few more minutes. I told uncle to put the pot under sunlight and I left the home. When I reached gate, sagarika came running behind me. “When you coming again to see flowers?” she asked with her copyright-protected smile. I said- “whenever I need your kisses” I kissed her cheeks twice. She smiled again and blushed away. I laughed. She said-“oh I forget to feed the plant!!” she blinked her eyes and ran inside home.

some scraps..

“How many times in a month you have wet dream?”Hari, one of my roommates asked seriously one fine Sunday morning. We six friends were just rose from beds. I gave hari a dirty look. He turned away and yawned loudly opening his half-opened eyes. “I hate such kind of dreams, yuck!!” Dev replied him folding his blanket. While I was struggling to squeeze out toothpaste from empty sachet, hari winked at me and asked – “bharu, who is your ‘dream’ girl?” Dev replied quickly– “your grandma, hari”. I confused how to react. Praveen and manju giggled. I heard dastu snoring inside blanket.

When I was in hostel, during my diploma, every Sundays were piece of cake for us. We used to go for second show movie on Saturdays and take sound sleep till next morning up to 9am. In fact, 9am was not our target but we had to wake up early to get breakfast. So hari woke up first and started asking weird questions. He has an awful brain that always develops weird questions. I picked up my cloths and went for bath. While I was bathing, I found my clothes were disappeared. I shocked. I was hanged cloths over door, and somebody has taken those. I knew it is thuku’s job. Thuku was roommate of shrikanth, and he love to give troubles to others.Idecided to teach him a lesson. I finished my bath fast and I saw one hand placing my cloths over the door. Damn! He returned my towel only! At least he could give my underwear back. My blood pressure was reached peak. I did not wait. I wrapped only towel around my waist and rushed in thuku’s room. Thuku and shrikanth were sitting in chairs. Thuku smiled as if he’s so innocent and asked – “what happened?. I shouted angrily –“you don’t want to see me in clothes, right??” Suddenly I shed my towel off!! I told him - “see me now till you satisfy!!” I can’t explain their reactions here. They laughed out loud and begged me to wear anything! Thuku returned my cloths as quick as possible. I smiled back and came to my room. Few minutes later we moved in mess hall. I scanned other’s plate to know what is for breakfast today. My eyes widened as I seen my semi-favorite food was serving. It was ‘vangi bhath’ (brinjal masala rice :p).I loaded up my plate with hungry two and half spoons of vangi bhath. Then we seated around a dining table and began to eat.

Praveen told twisting his brows-“days going so boring, nothing interesting is happening in life”. Yes, I think in the same way sometimes. But what we can do? Dev said- “yeah, everything is boring”. Hari added – “I couldn’t even find a girlfriend in these two years”.We discussed about it till noon and we’d made a terrific plan finally. We decided to rag juniors in the night.Ragging never happened in our hostel. When we were entered the hostel first time, we guessed seniors would rag us. But no such things happened. Anyhow, we were going to make something new that never happened before in our hostel. We approached shrikanth and thuku. They both didn’t even think twice. They agreed with great support. Among the both, shrikanth has great body enough to scare juniors. I doubted how thuku would charge juniors. He is not so tall, besides I never saw him serious before. And I guessed praveen can care those freshmen as he is so height. Hari was experienced in fights and had lot of dare to do the job. I wished I can control my laughter.

After dinner, we friends gathered in our room. Shrikanth wore bunion, short and clutched a water bottle. We all went to hunt fresher and picked one room. Shrikanth knocked the door hard.a thin boy opened the door. We six guys entered the room seriously. Five juniors in the room were sitting in chairs and studying. They looked each other in worry. I closed the door and tightened the bolt…

I will tell you the rest of story in any other post. See you :-)

a rainy evening

                                                   

I was walking on a tar road in a cloudy day. I was alone and i don’t remember where I was going to exactly. Slightly cold wind was blowing against me. I noticed very less people were around. I heard chirping of birds and seen eastern end of sky was turning into red. A dry flower in air came floating towards me and glided near my chest. I tried to touch the flower but it slipped away narrowly. I disappointed and took a deep breathe. The cold air refreshed my soul. I felt more relax. I observed dark clouds covering the entire sky and I guessed it rains shortly. I began to walk slowly and even more slowly.

While I passing by a flowery Gulmohar tree, I noticed a girl in pink walking in my way. I couldn’t see her clearly as she was still far. At that time, wind blew fast for few seconds and so, flowers began to fall from trees. The girl was approaching me and I slowed down my walk once again. I saw many flowers were fallen on her. She took off flowers which fallen on her shoulder. As she approached even more, I tried to recognize her. Oh!! It’s she!! My classmate! I wondered and smiled. She too surprised opening her eyes wide and smiled back.

We stood opposite to each other on the empty road. I tried to speak something. But words were stuck on her thoughts. My vocabulary went empty. She spoke nothing but seemed waiting for my words. After a minute I asked – “how are you?”she replied - “good, and how you doing”. “fine” I said –“you walk daily in this way?”. She replied - “no, I don’t go for walk often, but sometimes” She glanced at the end of the road. Might be she thinking of walking to next cross. But I was thinking how if I ask her for a walk with me? It sounded crazy. But I told myself that this chance never comes again. In fact, all these things are new to me. I was almost dancing in mind because of joy. I scared to ask her. How if she reply - “no thanks, bye”? I really felt sick.

                I thought maybe this is my first and last chance to impress a girl. I decided, I must say something now. Putting my entire dare together, I asked her -” shall we walk together?…for a minute??” She turned and looked at me. I froze. Within next two seconds, a beautiful smile appeared across her face. She replied – “why not? Still I’ve some more time to spend”. I didn’t believe this at first time. But sometimes things go well. This time my luck didn’t break me into pieces. I said yes and we BOTH started walking.

               I could feel the perfume she used and a beauty has established in nature. As I was stepping with her, flowers were appeared more beautiful, and softened wind blew over me with an icy touch. Amazingly, rain has set as if it’s been waiting for this right moment. We ran to a Gulmohar tree for shelter. Who doesn’t fall in love if all this happen? Needless to say, something terrible was happened to me for the first time. Like tsunami, something was wiped out seashore of my heart. I scared to believe I was in love. I saw her face. She looked more beautiful than ever before. Her beautiful eyes were expecting something. I wished to hold her hand. My hands were shivering. I told her name softly. She said “yeah?” I didn’t reply. I held my breath. My hand moved towards her hand and I froze as I touched her hand!…

                 “Maga, wake up yar. See I already brushing my teeth”. My roommate shouted as he was pulling my hand .I opened my eyes heavily and looked him. He was holding a toothbrush in his hand. Damn it!!! I screamed – “what a damn bad dream!!!” I never thought of this kind of creepy scenes! The whole weird dream was about Love as in old hindi films.I simply walked into bathroom like nothing has happened:-p

 A scary evening and a walk with a girl … eek!! If I have such an evening in real, I would have sleep deadly in my room instead going for a walk and meet a girl. Ha ha … really funny dream it was.The girl is my classmate. But I didn’t even see her more than two times and there’s no any sort of crush or something on her. I don’t remember how I know her name. But I wonder why should I have dreamt it when I don’t like all those stuffs?? . Whatever, but I enjoyed the dream ((blushing)). It was like a cute story. Like a teddy for a kid. I realized my heart was beating loudly even after I woke up. What the hell was that?? . I don’t know. See you!