REM Tales

I am to meet the President. Dressed in formal clothes, I am wandering about in a garden thinking about the moments to follow. Why am I here? I don't know. I don't seem to have won an Olympic Gold or a bronze, neither committed some great act of bravery nor am I a visiting dignitary. Still, I am here, waiting in eager anticipation.

The moment arrives. The President comes. He just materializes. Out of nowhere. Just like that. He is dressed in a kurta-pyjama, with horn rimmed spectacles and a benign expression on his face. He has slightly curly hair on the side of his head which are turning grey. Wait a minute! HE??? Isn't the President of India Mrs Patil- the first female President? Confused? Well, so am I.

So, the Prez just came ambling towards me, no guards in view, no bureaucratic hi-fliers in tow, just him. I don't know what to do and I stare expectantly at him. He looks at me with the same benign expression and continues past me. Not knowing what to do, I follow him.

Suddenly, I think I know where we are. Why! Its my old college and its the new medicine ward that we seem to be visiting. But theres absolutely no one to receive the Prez. He walks serenely past the entrance and towards the wards, with me in tow.

We walk past a doctor's duty room and I see a pc on the table. Wow! Things sure have changed! I exclaim. Suddenly I remember a very important task that I had to do on the pc. [Don't exactly remember what it was now. Maybe logging into my blog and check how many visitors I had since the last time I was online.] So, I sit in front of the pc in that empty doctor's room.

As my hands move towards the keyboard, the General Secy of the Junior Doctors Association comes into the room.'Oh good I found you here', he says. I need you to type out some important notice about a quiz in our college. 'Quiz, wow!' I say but just then I remember that I am with the Prez and tell him so, but he says that its a one minute job and wont take much time. Okay, i think and ask who the Quizmaster is going to be. He mentions a popular QM in the state but adds that he will be asking the questions. Huh! I think. He conducting a quiz??? Just then, the proposed QM and his hardcore antagonist in the Quizzing circle materialize in the room. I am confused. What the hell is happening???

Then the general secy tells me to participate in the quiz. 'How can I do so when I have passed out?' I ask. 'Its completely unethical. And I shall see to it that persons not from the college don't get to participate either'.

I remember then about the Prez again and I stand up to leave. Just then my phone rings. I pick it up. Still it keeps ringing...

And I wake up.

* For the uninitiated, REM stands for Rapid Eye Movement and is a phase of the sleep cycle where we see most of our dreams.

** Just wanted to share with you guys something that I thought interesting and which I think probably gives us an insight into our subconscious.