Where are you?
My dreams float in the air
Like clouds of cotton
They go here and there…
What if a strong gust of wind
Blows them away?
Oh dream catcher
Do come. I pray.
I saw this quaint thing called Dream Catcher when I stumbled upon some tribals while on a visit to Kodaikanal. In their unusual Tamil dialect they explained to me that this spiders web kind of thing with feathers hanging down is a Dream Catcher. Hang it where you sleep – he told me – and it will catch all your bad dreams.
At that point I had been having a recurring nightmare so I was intrigued and I picked up one of those things. Then I went home and hung it outside my bedroom door (don’t ask me if bad dreams walk in through the door!). And sure enough the nightmares stopped. Ah the dream catcher works.
How simple life would be if we had a Dream Catcher for all our happy dreams. Why doesn’t anyone work on one such gadget, I ask! Lest I forget let me list down those dreams…
A cozy sea-side villa. Absolutely minimalistic, airy and filled with the therapeutic sound of waves lashing on the shores. Dream catcher may please give me the land and the right amount of money needed to build a house the way I want it.
Well…if the ever so busy, globe trotting Mr Merchant Banker – Chetan Bhagat can do it – so can I! Be a novelist I mean. I know my limits (even in my dreams) – I don’t want to be a JK Rowling. I’ll just be a writer who writes simple, magical stories about normal people. And then, I’m pretty sure, I will have 3 idiots from Bollywood running behind me to buy story rights. Or – more lucrative – I can sue them for robbing my story and not giving me the due credit. The public will support me, for I will be the underdog. Muah haa haaa
Travel travel travel. Now that I will have plenty of money after suing a Bollywood producer I will not need to work. So I will travel. And in absolute style. Someone must organize everything for me and I will simply board the plane and enjoy the sights. I particularly want to visit South American countries and the awesome rain forests. Next loved destination is Africa – for shopping and forest safaris. Tunisia and Morocco for their incredible architecture and craft (specially their delicate glass paintings), Jordan for the dead sea and Petra, Egypt for its pyramids, New Zealand for its views, peace and quiet. Grand Canyon, Niagara, Victoria Falls, Angel falls…well lets just say I want to take a peek at all the wonders of the world (natural and man-made, old and new). Plus plenty of travel within India – specially Kashmir, Srinagar, Jaisalmer, Ladkah and Shillong.
A wardrobe full of super trendy clothes (wearable ones of course – not the skinny model types) and comfortable footwear. From Indian to Western I need it all. Something for every occasion. And there must a team of people that will work at replenishing it with the latest outfits. I will have the money…remember…
A young, handsome, personal fitness trainer and yoga instructor (male only) who will come every morning and keep me in absolute, age defying shape!
I shall also own an organic farm – not far from my beach house. There I will have trusted people to look after the farm, its activities etc while I’m globe trotting. When I’m home I shall choose to chill either at the beach house or in my farm – plucking fresh fruits and munching them and having farm fresh meals. Ummm…that’s life.
Well…you see how modest my dreams are. They just end here. The Dream Catcher will then be passed on to my daughter. So someone smart out there please do design such a gadget. My dreams are waiting…
Note: I’m rather busy at work. When I’m busy, I’m stressed. When I’m stressed I lose it. I mean I’m mentally not all there. This post was written in such a state of mind. If you’ve read through it…poor you