15th Oct 2013, Evening

I saw myself with a very big family, many strangers who seemed to be my relatives, including many little children. We were at some place where the corridor looked like the terrace of my Mall road's house. Some kids were complaining about wasps. My mom and I went out with them to the terrace and I saw some wasps even though it was after dusk and dark bluish lighting in the environment. Some kid pointed out the wasps nest and we saw them flying out of it. We rushed the kids inside, and we followed. When indoors, I saw that the wasp had bit me in my left arm. I showed my mom the swelling which was very BIG. I found its sting floating in the brownish puss. I took it and threw it away, and cleaned up the puss. Then I went out in anger and destroyed their nests.
Next I saw three couples, all hero-heroines from 70s, like Amitabh Bachchan, Shashi Kapoor, Hema Malini and all in a boat at that twilight time going from somewhere towards a temple area which looked like Varanasi or Kashi's dham. I saw myself asking this heroine sitting in the boat few questions on relationships, it felt like an interview. Actually they were also keeping weapons in case they were attacked.

11th March 2013, Morning

I saw myself in some fort. I was learning song writing by a renowned expert! I had promised my friend that I'd get better at it and will write more and better lyrics for him. We were a great team. One day I wrote something really good and wanted to show it to my teacher before anyone else could see it or use it. I didn't want to go through the regular stairs leading up to his chamber at the top most floor. I decided to go from outside the fort. I took the stairs circumventing the outer periphery. After a flight of stairs there was steep slope. The fort was made of stone and so wasn't slippery, my shoes could get a good grip and my bare feet better grip but I was standing on the edge. Suddenly the supporting barrier that one often has in terraces to prevent someone from falling, the stone made barrier just moved behind me, got dislocated I think, and fell, leaving me open to fall. I looked up at the slopy path, the stairs above and the steep wall that I would need to climb after that to reach my teacher. With scroll in which I had written the song in my right hand and fear in my legs, I stood there wondering was this ever a good idea.

23rd August 2013, Morning

I see myself in a train with my family. I am planning the trip with my father, to Pune, then Mumbai, then few other places that we planned to visit within next 10 days. We reach Pune and visit my uncle's house. From there my father, I and my uncle leave for Mumbai in a local train. My uncle insisted on coming along to meet our relatives.
The local train had interesting arrangement of seats. There was two columns of two seater benches one behind the other and on the periphery were single chairs rows with the back towards the glass upper half of the wall. I was looking outside at the skyscrapers of Mumbai through the droplets covered glass interface of the wall. Just then my uncle got a call and we learned we couldn't meet the relatives so there was nothing else to do and we had to head back. On reaching Mumbai, I got down to see if we could get earliest ticket back to Pune. Since I had come to Mumbai after many years, I had lost touch and it took me some time to run around and figure out what was where. What perturbed me was that my uncle and father were comfortably relaxed, sitting in the same bogie. I was shocked to see this when I returned to bogie to ask them for help! My uncle, in a surprised tone asked me, 'Where did you go all of a sudden? You got something to eat for us?'
'I went to get the tickets for our return journey. Shouldn't we get the tickets asap so that we could reach home before night?' I saw that my uncle looked amused.
That moment I felt the train move and I saw outside, the train was moving in the opposite direction, retracing its path.
Rest of the journey, I sat on the periphery seat and looked outside through the glass interface. Once we had left the platform, it started drizzling again. Through the droplets covered glass, I looked at the skyscrapers and the city bathed in water and grey. I heard some college kids arguing about something and I responded, 'Koi bhi kaam badaa ya chota nahi hota, bas chutiyapa ya dilchasp hota hai' (no work is big or small, just boring or interesting). The guys readily seemed to agree to me but the girls kept arguing so they went back to argument.
I turned and looked at the grey city again. While watching a drop slide across the glass, I got an epiphany that tried to explain my life and other's life who complain that 'life isn't fair'. It just occurred to me that maybe life isn't fair, or maybe life is just playing a game or writing a story, placing its players or characters in various situations and when the buildup is done, when the right time comes, the final move is made and the end game commences. We all have a role to play in the game of life.

18th Sept 2013, Late Morning

I saw myself standing at the center of some small town area, under the archaic looking streetlamp which never worked. It was reasonably dark but the street ahead and the shops on it were visible, so was the board on this streetlamp post, advertising a very famous coaching center for cracking CAT and other B-school entrance exams.
I stood there with my manager and a couple of other people and we were looking for a free room on that street, to hold our meeting. Most of the rooms there were classrooms where when we peeped in, saw students sitting and learning. It reminded me of those days when I attended coaching for cracking CAT. I had enjoyed the classes but wasn't really interested in the management program admission.
Later I saw this young girl, college student I guess, standing behind my manager who suddenly realized that and turned and they laughed at the same time. He asked her not to sneak up on him like that, he gets quite scared! She was his daughter who was taking coaching there. After their brief conversation and our realization that we won't get any free room today, we were ready to leave. All of a sudden this girl asked her father if I could walk her to her classroom. That was weird! But her father, being a cool guy, waved his left hand in the gesture asking me to leave and escort her.
Being in a situation I have never been before, I did what I do best, kept quiet! Once we reached her classroom, I think she invited me in and the room was empty because next thing I remember sitting on some desk, one of the many desks which had schoolbags and books on them, and chatting with her, smiling and laughing. I don't remember how many hours we spent talking but it was fun, refreshing.