DiviusDreamBlog#3

DiviusDreamBlog#3

Extremely strange. After I started blogging my dreams, I don't tend to remember them anymore. There are very faint memories of what exactly happened. Has my subconscious ( will refer to it as sub henceforth) become shy ?

I was talking to a friend called Shashank about my dreams and I realized that deep down in my brain there are certain feelings that are so etched in my mind. I might consciously not make an attempt to realize it , but my sub knows everything. That is manifested in the form of a dream.

I do not want to miss the dreams. I want them coming. It is a pleasure sometimes to remember some of them but terrible at times to think of those dreams as well .

Anyhow, I was so longing for a Nespresso coffee machine these days and I saw one at my friend's place. The same happened in my dream! I remember that we had bought home a Nespresso machine and that I was very excited with the Indian flavor. The capsules had Indian coffee flavor. WOW!

Also, its strange that Vivek is not there in most of my dreams . I wonder why! Is it good or bad ?

DiviusDreamBlog#2

DiviusDreamBlog#2

Nothing much that I remember of today . It was short and simple.

All I can remember is only one scene where I am travelling by an airplane and that it is taking off. But here is the catch!

My air plane moves like a normal vehicle on roads and climbs a hill . I am scared. (Just like how I used to be scared when the vehicle that I was sitting in does not move uphill on an inclined road in India). Now that we are on a hill, I am more worried that the airplane is first of all bulky and that how could it even possibly pull itself up ? Isn't it too heavy itself and also carrying our weight? ( How considerate ? )

I console myself that the engine is 1000 times stronger than the auto/car/scooter engine on the uphill road.

I see the plane on top of the hill and its racing now towards the end of a road. I close my eyes .

I feel the plane take off!

Mission accomplished.

I think I did see my friend Carl sitting beside me. But not really sure about it.

Dreams

This is going to be my dream blog from now on and I am calling it DiviusDreamBlog.

DiviusDreamBlog#1

It's 23rd April today and I got up panting for breath and trying to hug Vivek since I had woken up from a terrible dream. My dreams are vivid. I don't usually stay at a single place. The scenes keep changing and I find myself at a different place every now and then. I have had hundreds and thousands of dream until now, but my sweet hubby who insisted on writing this journal himself has failed miserably :D Since I am very much amused by the thought process and the subconscious level of understandings, I have taken this task up myself.

I was also checking for reality checks on the internet when I found this : http://www.dreamviews.com/wiki/Reality-Checks

Scene#1
Divsu is expecting a guest at her home for food . Archie (Vivek's classmate) comes home promising that she would get the food herself. To our surprise, neither of us have food and both are equally embarrassed.
#Scene ends
Scene#2
Divsu is expecting three more friends Mohan, Sagar and Prashanth. Prashanth has turned into a creative artist whose images are selling like hot cakes on the internet. Divsu sees them on the internet and feels happy for Prashanth. Sagar is irritated and wants to get out of that place asap . Mohan is making fun of Divsu . He gets her some food to eat and she feels really upset and goes out. Mohan keeps talking to Divsu's dad. #Scene ends
Scene#3
Divsu is in a long queue of motorists on Koramangaa flyover. There is a police check . Policeman checks her records and asks her for any previous fines she has paid.She somehow clears it and heads back home. #Scene ends
Scene#4
Divsu is running in her tracks near her home and planning to ask sorry to her friends. She is jogging and talking over to Mohan on the phone. Mohan says " You were a pip in the group"
**LOL WHAT THE HELL**
Divsu pardons her ignorance on that usage and asks the meaning . He says "It means that you were NOT a part of the group though you WERE in the group". It meant that my family was a group and my friends were a group. I was a part of both and behaved like I was in neither of them .
She keeps running towards her home where she sees Deepak (her cousin) and her brother Darshan. Both of them are running with a dog which quite looked like Sammy ( her dead dog :( ). She continues and reaches the end of the road. The entire road is filled with trees and leaves which were just chopped off. She thinks that her friends might leave with a bad feeling and she makes up her mind to rush through the debris.
She sees her father parking the Dio (bike) at the end of the road and getting some stuff from a nearby shop to the guests.
Just as she starts running on one side of the road with the fallen branches and leaves, a bunch of leaves fall on her.
The world starts crumpling.
Small branches fall down. There is this feeling that she has feared of as always. The feeling of death . A huge log falls over again .
Divsu has fallen down and she knows that there is no way she can get out of that rubble .
Her consciousness is fading slowly, thinking of her friends at home, her parents, how she could have avoided that moment, and most of all her she thinks about her husband and her in laws.
Even before she closes her eyes , she sees her father who is shocked to see his daughter stuck below the debris.
Her dad shouts and reaches for help to life the log off her..
Silence..
..
..
..
I just wake up all of a sudden and hug my husband.
Just terrible!

Android

Hi ! From my Samsung galaxy s2 :-) please bear my microblogs from today..

Dexter

Man .. This might be the first post I am blogging about my all time favourite star and series 'Dexter' . I dont have time to beautify it words . But holy shit! Whats with Brian Moser and Season 6, Episode 7 . They made it sound so freakingly stupid (Pardon my use of words like Debra :P LOL). But ain't it lame! Brian eating a burger , helping Dex kill the motel guy . I mean , what nonsense! Any other boring episode of Dexter was not this messy. Dex talks with his father and that sounds so real. I dont feel like his father exists in reality . But this is extremely insane . I had no where to vent this out since Vicku has not seen this episode yet and public forums give the 'spoiler alert' . Anyhow , my one week's wait for this episode could not have been a more DISASTROUS DEXTER!

My fav pic :D

Lullaby

Sleeping beside my mom and yet missing her. Strange feeling. Today I was getting so irritated with the snore of a person in the bus journey. Now, my mom is snoring too. I m making a tune out of the patterns in her snore and singing myself a lullaby ! Weirdo!!!

Bonne nuit

Bus Journey

I usually travel from Mysore to Bangalore on weekends . This time I traveled during mid week due to the festivals. I tend to observe people on the bus journey . The way they speak , behave in a public place, talk over the phone , talk to others, listen to music, be a poseur , try to seek attention et al. The very unique and weird creatures are the IT people (like me). They are always on the phone talking to their better halves(note the plural) or just ear glued to their iPods. Some strike a conversation with me talking about their training tenure. Some play loud music on their phone speakers thinking that others might like their taste of music.

Now coming to yesterday's journey, the people in my focus were a bunch of villagers sitting right in front of me, two college going kids and a foreigner.
The college kids were staring at me throughout the journey like I was an alien. I ignored them and had a tight sleep with my head hanging over like a coconut .
I woke up only during the mid break at Maddur and just walked out of the bus in those hazy eyes and had some coffee. The foreigner was handsome. He wanted some coffee, so he directly went to the coffee bar and asked for one. The guy there guided him to get a coupon in local language. The foreigner just walked back to the bus . I wanted to help him though . But did not proceed. He had a amazing Canon gear. He was clicking almost every damn thing he saw. I had no clue what he was doing that for . I somehow adore these foreigners, the way they carry themselves and their attitude.

The bunch of villagers were chatting throughout the journey at their highest tones.They were stinking with the smells of the meadows . I slept despite their talks and the best part is that anything that they spoke were converted or heard like some talks related to my project like DLD, project management, team meeting, plans etc.

One conversation I heard when I was awake was :
Villager 1 : alla, ee vidyut tanthi olage current irathe. train hodre adu shock hodiyalwa ? ( Wont the electric trains get electrocuted because there is current passing through the wires ? )
Villager 2 : (The wise one) : illa kanLa, shock hoDiyalla. oLage sutch irthaythe. bekadre light hakothare . ( No , there wont be any shock. There is a switch inside which they can turn on for lighting purposes).

After sometime we reached Bangalore and they see the metro under construction :
Villager 1 : Yenappa idu, iStu dhooLu , yen bus hogathe mele ?
(There is so much of dust due to this construction . Will the buses ply over this ? )
Villager 2 : (The wise one) :Hu kaNla.. chik busgaLu avu , speed agi train thara hogtave.(yes, they are small buses that go like fast like a train.)

I was transfixed with the knowledge they have. No one to blame but the society!

Au revoir!