Ealing - My Dream Rockstar

What a dream I had?! So real…

His name was Ealing. (I have never heard of such a name before, have you?) He was supposedly a band member of the ‘Guns and Roses’. (I personally love the ‘Guns and Roses’.)

I met Ealing and his friends, Axl Rose and Dizzy Reed, at the University shop. They had all come riding their bikes.

Ealing had worn a light green shirt, kind of see-through. Under the light material of the shirt, I could see his strong and athletic body frame, those six-pack abs and all. (Its funny ‘cause six-packs is not something I look for in a guy. J) He was tall, had light brown hairs and light grayish-brown eyes - the transparency of which made him look very innocent.

I didn’t know these guys before. The random meeting at the shop was my first encounter with them. I went to the shop for some random purchases and they happened to be there.

When at the shop, Ealing looked at me with such softness that I couldn’t help but smile. With the most beautiful smile, he asked, “Wanna go for a ride?”

How could I have said no to that very polite question coming for such a pretty face, from such a handsome gentleman? “Yes, thank you.” I replied.

And what followed was the most amazing ride I ever had – dreams and reality included. Ealing kick-started the bike, I sat behind and hugged him as tight as I could. I could feel his abs muscle with my fingers. It got me contemplating, was he relaxed riding with me or was he tensed having me as a pillion rider. But relaxed or tensed, all I could think of the abs was -‘cool’.

We rode past trees and people. I was not aware of how fast he was riding, and I did not care anyways. Sitting behind one of the most handsome guys, I was just enjoying the moment, feeling the wind and feeling him.

We were now riding on a stretch of ‘kuccha’ road, which was quite elevated. From that height, I pointed out to him a cluster off structures which resembled the present Department of History, M.U. (where I’m currently studying)

“Do you study there?” I asked him.

“No, I’m doing my graduation in Chemistry. I’m also pursuing my Masters in Geography on weekends.” Ealing replied.

“Okay.” I said.

And the ride continued, on and on and on.

I woke up and the first thing I did was trying to remember the pretty face and the rest of the dream. “What was his name?” I kept thinking. I was successful in my endevour of recollecting most of the dream, if not all of it,

“Ealing…” I said to myself. I smiled.

P.S.  I Googled 'Ealing' and found out that it is a suburb in West London, England. If not for my dream, I would not have known the place exist. Thank you ‘Dream’. Or rather, thank you Mr. Ealing. 

The Cemetery

It was dark and green.

My friends apparently lived in the first floor of a building, the balcony of which faced the main road. The balcony had vertical iron railings. From the balcony, one could see a grocery store from where my friends usually bought their kitchen requirements.

For some reason, I went to visit these friends. From my place to theirs, I went by foot. I crossed a small pond on a beautiful bamboo-made bridge. All around the pond were beautiful green trees, greens creeper leaves, everything green, dark green.

I finally reached the first floor of the building-my friends’ place. As soon as I reached, I found out that they were out of salt. I had to buy the salt from the grocery opposite the building, by the main road. Wanting to take a short-cut, I went to some other way instead of crossing the road to the shop directly, which would obviously have been the shortest way.

 I took this other way. It took me to this very scary kind of place. It seems that the place was Bungalow Road, Kamla Nagar. But it was nowhere similar to the real Kamla Nagar of North Campus, Delhi. The place gave an eerie and sinister look, with lots of big buildings. One was really big painted in red, like those old English style houses.  One odd feature of all these buildings was that it seems re-painted over and over again, over dust and moulds. The place seems unhealthy to live in. In fact, no soul was in sight.

I walked swiftly to reach the shop, trying all the time, to ignore the surrounding. I reached a place which was a different from the earlier surrounding. This area was a little brighter. And it had odd stone structures and I was walking over the stones. And suddenly I realized it was a cemetery. I got really scared and I started running. It was a big space and no one was around. At last I reached an opening where I saw some people. All the while, I was running over the burials of individual. The last I ran over was a newly-made brick structure, a burial of someone who died recently.

I continued running and reached the shop, bought the salt and went back to my friends’ place. They asked me why I took that much a time. I didn’t reply. I just gave the salt to one of the girls and went straight up to the balcony. From there, I kept looking the shop thinking, “Why the hell did I take the so-called short-cut?”

Ancient Stones

Another dream… 

It was a beautiful place on top of a hill. I don’t remember seeing such a place anywhere. The top of the hill had some concrete space, made of ancient stones. The small concrete space was triangular. The concrete sides had no proper definition losing itself to the grass and the nature nearby, which showed the gradual wearing away by time. At the apex, almost at the tip of the hill, at one of the vertex of the triangular concrete, was a small structure made of the same ancient rock as the concrete floor. The structure was like a small replica of the tower forts of which we hear in fairy-tales.

Suddenly, the environment became so inspiring to me. There was a guy with a camera standing near me. The camera was a big professional one. I borrowed his camera for a few clicks. One picture I took was of the surrounding hills, all green – different shades of green, and the amazing blue of the sky, no clouds in the frame. Another picture I clicked was of the small tower-like structure. I took a picture of the structure from such an angle that it actually seemed like a big and tall tower. For taking the same, I had to lie down straight facing the dusty surface to get the perfect angle for the click. And indeed, the picture came out as I expected. The small structure became a huge grey-brown tower (in the picture) in the backdrop of the lush green surrounding mountains and the ‘very’ blue sky. For a moment, I felt like Saurabh Pande, my photographer friend. In fact, I think he was the one I took the camera from.

Well, we came down the hill. We were around fifteen guys and girls. Midway before reaching the foothill, there was a small clearing which hosted a small temple. The temple was made of the same ancient grey-brown stone. Some of us decided to go there. We were all hoping that whatever we would pray for in that ancient temple would be fulfilled. Along with me, Apurva Borle, Rashmi Vats and a few unknown faces came. The ancient temple seemed small from the outside, and its width and length were small. But it had several, around seven, storeys(UK)/stories(US) underground. We went down to the second or third floor (counting from the top floor). It was a tiny room and hence very congested. We were sitting facing the statue. The statue was of a small black Shiva-lingam and a small black cobra.

Those who were sitting included me; Apurva and her mom; Rashmi and her mom; some girl who was my friend (in the dream) and her mom. The suddenly, the girl who’s name I don’t know complained that her mom was having problems breathing and that she needed her emergency medicine. So, I and Apurva ran out of the temple to the hill-top where we found a chemist shop (which I did not notice before). From the chemist, we got an ointment. I’m not exactly sure which one but it was either of the two: Clindamycin crème (an antibiotic ointment) or Xylocaine gel (a local anesthetic gel). Yea, it was a dream and obviously I wasn’t wondering how those stuffs were to cure a breathing difficulty. Having got the medicines, we went back to the temple and surprisingly, Rashmi took the crème/gel and applied it all over her eyes. And she went all like “Thank you so much. Thank you so much.” Rashmi’s happy and satisfied face was the last I saw of this dream. (Mom woke me up.)

Pretty cool, eh? ;)

The Blue Bag

It was a weird dream. It was a series of happenings of which I remember one part clearly. It was a closed room with glazed wooden furnishing and brown painted walls. In the room, Sir Matthew was selling clothes, yea. Our university Professor was selling clothes. And those were second hand used clothes. And in my dream, I was thinking of the previous such cloth selling activity of Sir Matthew.

The room was full of my classmates. I clearly remember Purnamala and Sima. Though I’m not sure as of now, about the rest of the people in my dream, I faintly remember many of my classmates.

There were lots of clothes on sale. All of them were really stylish and in-vogue pieces. And each was priced at Rs. 100. I selected many for myself. Of those, I remember a denim short skirt, a denim jacket and a faded denim one-piece frock. Then there was this tidy region only for bags. From far, the collection seemed all cotton, the kinds which are my favorite. When I went nearer to choose some for my own, I found those were not the kinds I saw from before. But still, there were some very good looking and stylish bags. The first one I picked up as nice was light blue in color, of nylon kind of material giving it a shine, had a red ribbon kind of stuff near the top, was large with handles too short for my liking. I like bags with long handles. That being the reason why I discarded it for some other pink one with wooden handle. I would not have gotten any wooden handled bag in real, I don’t like them.

Oddly, Sima took up the blue bag for purchase. With the bag, she went to Sir Matthew for the billing. I was looking at them from region where the bags were placed. Sima and Sir were talking and in between she commented on something and the sentence had “dog” in it. I don exactly remember what the conversation was all about but I remember getting angry at Sima for using the word “dog”. I was angry because according to the “me in the dream”, Sima did not use such words usually and so she mustn’t be using it then as well. And the “me” in dream was also jealous of the blue bag Sima got. Its funny ‘cause I had already discarded it and now I suddenly want it ‘cause someone else has it.

Regretting at having lost the bag, I sadly went to the counter to pay for my purchases. I felt some sort of panic because I was not sure I had the required amount for payment. I had picked up the clothes thinking it was priced at Rs. 100 per piece. At the counter, I suddenly got to know that some of them were for Rs. 150. On top of that, I remembered that I had some payment left for the last purchase I made..?! Thank God I opened my eyes then. Those feelings of panic and confusion were definitely not nice.