14th April 2015 Morning

Went to visit my friend Mux in Mumbai. He had plans for visiting Shatrughan Sinha at his mansion, so I accompanied him. We played table tennis on badminton court. I played a singles match against Mr. Sinha and then he and I were in same team against my friend and another guy.
At home I saw this young teenage girl come to work at our house in place of her mother. I felt I'd seen her before somewhere. While she was leaving, it struck me. I looked at her and she looked at me and I realized she was a national award winner of some sports, yet working as a maid.

11th April 2015 Morning

I was with my mother and we were late for some feast. By the time we reached we saw that mostly the housekeeping and caterers were in queue for dinner. I asked my mother to leave with me and that we'd order something to eat from outside. She asked me to have patience. I followed her into the kitchen and there we discovered so many delicacies that were not laid out, especially different flavors of cakes. Sometimes the backstage is where a lot more is going on.

5th April 2015, Morning

I saw myself at IIIT-H during the admissions phase of its new batch. I went through the curriculum and felt like becoming a student again to do some courses. I could never be confident enough about my knowledge and abilities. However I was already a full time employee and didn't want to leave work and wondered how I would manage both. I talked to Manish about it and he said I could pursue my studies there part-time and even select my courses based on which I could attend the classes accordingly and rest of the time I can work at office. Feeling happy to have resolved this issue, I went to library, my favorite place. I was feeling nostalgic while walking the lanes of my alma mater. Sitting at a library computer I remembered those days when I used to talk to people online and remembered her. So I searched for her previous email, thehornbill@yahoo.com to see our previous conversations. Just before the search results could load, I saw myself in an open ground in my college in front of a structure with horizontal bars going up to infinite height. It looked like a skeleton of a building. I felt she was at the top of this structure, swinging at the horizontal bar, like a trapeze, and making circles in the air. So I started climbing it like one climbs a giant ladder. Once I reached near enough and saw her swinging, I sat there hidden and watched and admired her skills. Just when she was about to step on my head while climbing down I showed myself and startled her a little. But she seemed happy to see me.
It was almost sunset by then and we bid good-byes and went our ways. I was really excited to meet her in such a supernatural way that I could barely wait to tell my friends, mostly IIIT-H friends who'd also come to the college, perhaps it was a reunion. We were at some big lawn like we have in defense officer's club, and some of us were hanging out and I started telling them my story. I remember Bansi was sitting with few others. Before I could tell them about her, I started fumbling, stammering and then I couldn't even make a sound, and felt as if something was stuck in my throat. They thought I was making fun of them by pretending and they left, mainly to refill their drinks but also to spend their time in a better way than to watch me struggle to try to speak. I found two other guys who are far more patient and they heard and when I started speaking about her, again I fumbled, then stammered, then struggled to speak. Just then someone called one of the guys and he left. The other one stood with me, trying to help me out but it didn't work. So I changed the topic.
I saw myself with three other guys. We were practicing sword fighting, with short sword in one hand and knife in another. We stood in a circle and each person had to tackle two guys on either side. Three of us ganged up against one guy and he was the best so he could tackle two of us since one person is only allowed to tackle two people. Suddenly the third guy gets a phone call so he leaves so the two of us who are novice and this third experienced guy practice, while he keeps giving us tips on how to attack with a short sword (how to push the blade and hurt the person) and how to use knife tactfully (how to hold it and push it in through the gaps). It seems we had to tackle a guy with similar experience later on and at least two of us together should be good enough to overpower him.

20th Jan 2014, Morning

I saw myself in the first row of the audience of some news show where Obama and Modi were the guests. Unexpectedly, I heard Modi read my full name, "Abhishek Sainani", from a piece of paper. He invited me over. I looked around and smiled like an idiot, then walked up to them, clueless. Then I did what I thought was the only apt thing to do, touched Modi's feet. Before I could touch Obama's feet, Modi asked me, "Why do we touch feet of our elders?"
I was taken aback, such a question at such a forum!
He then pointed towards Obama, indicating I should give him the answer. So I told him, "Sir when we bend down to touch feet, more blood enters our head and this makes us more intelligent."

17th August 2014, Late Afternoon

The Magician effect
 
Today I saw a dream that I was fighting with some guys who were from enemy team. I had seen them storm in and take everyone by surprise while some event was going on in this royal palace kind of place. They went on to steal few things which they seemed to have had decided upon and then even attempted to kidnap few girls, perhaps whom they knew were relatives or lovers of the other team members.
I got this urge to stop them so I got in between them and the wall that they were jumping to get away. This one guy who had some girl by her hair, pushed me aside with his left hand alone! I really couldn't fight him but couldn't let him take that girl away. Luckily the other team jumped in and rescued the girl. Few went after the ones who'd escaped.
Happy to get this unexpected help, I decided to sneak out of this mess. But the other team guys thought I was a part of the team they'd come to hurt so they started targeting me as well!
I observed something interesting here. Most of them were sword fighters but there were some sword fighters who didn't need sword. They could fight with anyone since they had magical powers. But could fight them only on their terms, i.e., they could only fight as a sword fighter with a swordfighter. I saw this magician from another team engage with sword fighter of my team (I was soon to be a member of this team) and defeat him. But he didn't kill him.
Next he came after me! But something strange happened. He could have snapped my neck in a second but I started fighting him on his terms, i.e., magician to magician but I wasn't a magician! In fact, I was highly unskilled! But in a few seconds, I became a magician just like him, and perhaps it shocked him to see this change so I could easily push him to the ground and keep him there.
But it didn't end there. I had to fight some other sword fighters also since they kept coming at me perhaps because I had floored their magician. Strange enough I retained my magician powers. But I could barely fight them off since the newfound powers were overwhelming and I collapsed. When I woke up, I saw this guy from my team, wearing this yellow shirt with some designs, standing near me.
Rest of them were standing at a distance but staring at me when I opened my eyes and tried to move. They didn't know me since we'd never met. Moreover, I could be a spy, trying to fake fight my way into the team. They looked surprised that I wasn't a magician but i turned out to be one, even I don't know how. So this guy I could recognize but had forgotten his name.
Apparently I felt I knew all of them but couldn't recall names or code names and if I couldn't speak the code names, it means I wasn't a part of the team. Before the yellow shirt guy could kill me, the name just came out of my mouth, just like that.
I think it was the effect of me getting those magician powers !!

In this other scene I was standing near a table and saw this guy in his late 30s chatting with some girls at that table. I approached the table and in my attempt to be friendly, by mistake blurted out that the guy was a magician. Now all he wanted was a normal night with normal people doing normal conversations without bringing this whole magician thing into the picture and ruining everything, including one's safety since we were after the other team who had stolen from us. Apparently they'd decided to keep me in their team and he and I were teammates but I had ruined this one for him and now he looked scared!
I saw him slightly indicating his finger to his lips, to silence me. In my attempt to correct the situation, I decided to exaggerate. And we know what happens when someone exaggerates. People stop believing even what you had said earlier. So I told them that he can also fly like Superman and produce claws like Wolverine.
And everyone laughed.

22nd July 2014, Late Morning.

I saw myself in a room with many people, guests I presume, but known people like family and family friends. I don't know how but next moment I was in the same room but with fewer people, including my parents and sister. I saw three women dressed in dark white walking into the room from the other door. Their head was covered. The whole room was almost dark and gave a hazy effect. It was like we were in another realm, perhaps the realm of higher spirits. I saw everyone touching the feet of those women, seeking their blessings and asking for their wishes. All this while I couldn't see the face of those ladies which were covered with their saree/hood.
Then someone prompted me to touch her feet, seek her blessings and ask for any wishes that I might have. I started thinking and I take a lot of time to think. I remember my father also prompting me to go ahead and at least greet them if nothing else. But as I recalled my life and everything about myself and my life, I was filled with such intense joy that I almost lunged at the lady standing nearest to me and hugged her sideways, and said, "Thank you!". Such joy I perhaps never felt before. It was the happiness of all the happy moments of my life put together and at that moment, there was nothing else I wished for, but this joy.

6th July 2014 Early afternoon

I saw myself in some city I had not been to earlier, with my parents, my sister and other family members from my father's side. We were staying at this big hall size room inside the campus of a BIG temple. This big temple was where they said we should begin our pilgrimage. My parents decided to spend more time in the big temple and sent me and my sister after our relatives for the pilgrimage around the town.
I was at this big hall size room, collecting books I may want to read during my stay at various temples since there was nothing else to do there. I took some sacred books, and a couple of novels, leaving one big book I wanted to read behind since it was making the total luggage too heavy. I was at the small temple provided in our big room going through the sacred books to pick and take when one of my relatives, some lady in a nice saree, came in and asked me to get ready fast since they were leaving.
While on the scooter with my sister sitting behind me, I tried to recall the route while maneuvering the scooter through the busy town roads. I asked my sister for the route but she said she was recalling and couldn't remember anything now. In a frustrated tone I asked her to call father to ask him about the route. Just then a traffic police officer pointed at me and asked me to take the vehicle to a side. I was scared. He produced a challan form and started writing challan. He showed me the challan... Rs. 701. I should have asked him how and discussed what had gone wrong. Instead I started crying. I snatched my sister's phone from her, tried to
run my fingers on the touchscreen while my tears fell on the screen, tried to find father's phone number. My sister tried to help me but I pushed her hand away saying that I had asked for her help earlier but she couldn't, and that's why now we're in this mess. We need to call father. I got his number, called him up, told him about this. He asked me to come back to the temple. I went back and my challan was excused.
There my father was very gentle with me and helped me understand that I should not be afraid of them but ask them what wrong I had done and cooperate as they were only doing their duty. Back at the temple I spent most of my time at the small temple in our room, reading the sacred books I had packed earlier to take on my pilgrimage.
On the same road few years later but after taking the left turn at the traffic signal, I was stopped again by a traffic cop, this time a lady. It was the same situation, my sister was sitting behind me on a scooter and we were going for the same pilgrimage, but this time I wasn't chasing anyone. Before she started writing challan, I asked her to give me a chance to speak. She did. I explained that I had a license, scooter registration and ownership papers and I was not a regular scooter driver. I also owned a bike and I drive a bike on a regular basis. My father drives a scooter. I was very friendly yet I showed that I respect her authority and decision, just like my father had taught me that day. While I spoke she had written all the details into the challan form. Finally she filled one last value, tore it and gave it to me. My attention first went to the amount, it was only Rs. 35. But then she surprised me further by tearing away the xerox copy from the pad, then tearing it into pieces, handing it to me and saying, "Go", indicating at the direction I was headed at.
So my sister and I visited few temples before it got dark. After seeking for blessings at this one temple, that had diety made in gold and covered with bundles of golden threaded chunri and wearing a sparkling crown, I started looking for my sister. A few kids, half naked and covered with dirt came over to me begging for alms. I really never liked the kids begging, or anyone begging, especially in front of temple. I offered them prashad which I had saved for my sister, which they refused. I guess they get enough of it everyday! They seemed adamant, but so was I. I simply walked away but not for very far. I could feel someone jump on my shoulders. While I tried to get rid of this one kid, this other kid caught my leg and started searching for my
wallet. These kids really knew some karate and kung-fu because in less than a minute I was on the ground, my face in the dirt, my suit piece ruined in the dirt and I just had to stay there for a few seconds to regain some strength. By the time I got up, they had disappeared, as if they never were. I brushed off the dirt from my face and clothes, and resolved to myself in a stern voice, "they will pay for this".

Meanwhile in some other world, I saw this guy, might be 15 years old but short in height, feeling left out by all his other friends and his people. This didn't happen always but being a sensitive person he took it to heart. So this time he had gone to share with them something he had discovered that nobody knew. But nobody believed him or was interested. He got angry and left, playing around with that tiny circular device, trying to figure out what it does. Suddenly he felt something and turned to a thin flight of stairs between two closed shops. Most of the town was closed that day and very less traffic was there on the road. In the background few kids were playing cricket on the road. He smiled in delight as if he had discovered what that device was for.
In the background I heard a female voice speak as if she was the camerawoman, "I see, so you think there's something exciting going on upstairs?"
That guy nodded.
"OK lets go then." But before this voice could finish speaking, he had already started racing to the top. Then he suddenly stopped, looked back and indicated silence by keeping his finger on his lips, then took each step slowly so as not to make a sound.
The door in front of the flight of stairs was open. He saw a man missing his knees and lower legs and tightly covered in thick bluish plastic cover which looked like had many layers. The guy had a mask on his nose and mouth, perhaps for oxygen. So this guy took the circular black coin like device and hovered over this patient, trying to find any place to fit this or perhaps some part of this patient's blue suit might get activated or lighten up in presence of this device. When the patient saw this device in this guy's hand, he widened his eyes and flared his nostrils at the sight of this device. Just then the guy saw this and it boosted his confidence that he was in possession of something big!
Entered this doctor and his senior doctor. This doctor who wore horn-rimmed glasses and looked like Mr. Bennet from Heroes, was in a serious discussion with his senior regarding the utility of this soldier who was missing limbs and couldn't breathe properly, but could still be a weapon. None of the two seemed to recognize this 15 year old guy's presence in the room. Suddenly this guy extended his hand and gave the doctor this black device coin. The doctor was surprised to see this guy, but took the device, said thank you and confidently explained how this device could help revive this guy and could be used to help him and others fight in the war.