2012 Syndrome – A Nightmare about an end


A week back, I woke up from a deep sleep early in the wee hours of the morning to find myself lying in the bed, clutching the pillow tight.

Thank God I’m back, Home – This is what I thought for some time and then slowly recalled what I saw scene by scene…

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The living area seemed to be so familiar.

Yes.

It’s my home. Something was bothering me. Yes, The world outside is going to come to an end. But how? That’s the question which stabbed my heart. I was searching frantically for some book.

I screamed, “It’s there in the book. It is written how the thing will happen”.

I searched the book, without knowing, what the book is all about. I kept reminding myself the page number in which it was written. I looked at all places, and finally spotted my computer table, in which I found the book intact with the surface of the table. I could feel the cold gush of air in the face. I could feel the chilling electric pulse traversing from my central spine to all over the nerve junctions. I crouched towards the table to pick it up and opened the page in which the ‘thing’ was written. I wanted to read that single page which decided the next few moments. I felt, the world outside would get destroyed any time. I could imagine the cracks appearing in the roads ready for its destruction and its journey into the deep unfathomable cavity extending underneath the surface of earth!

I extended my hands to reach for the book. The scene changes!!! **Sigh**

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I walk in a big campus resembling the Infy campus in MCity. I could see big posh buildings, dazzling in blue and green glasses, reflecting the sunlight which appears to be some known university in a foreign country. I was in my thick blue jeans with a full sleeved turtleneck T-shirt covered with a long brownish cloak, covering my body till the knees. I could see myself walking hurriedly towards a glass door entrance, with an old book with parchment type of hard bounded cover and an ancient symbol beveled in its center. I read a particular page with some unknown symbols and markings scribbled in the top empty space in the page. I kept walking along the pathway into the Corridor, where I could spot a few other boys and girls strolling randomly towards various entrances to halls.

I was about to turn the next page, just then someone who passed by me, yanked the book from my hand closing it with a THUD and then stuffed it back in my hands, snapping, “Don’t read all this here. It’s barred here. Don’t you know?”

I looked at him in bewilderment and snapped back, “Why is it that? Can’t you see I’m reading things and see the symbols I’ve noted down, here?”

He didn’t seem to show any interest in my argument. He picked up his mobile and walked away. I kept looking at him and suddenly I rushed towards the staircase in the corridor and kept walking in it until I reached a room which appeared to be a classroom. It was full of students. I thought I was going to deliver some lectures to them and I did not feel like a student in the university which I had thought earlier. I was about to enter the classroom, just then the scene changes again!

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I was walking in the streets of Triplicane looking at the things around me. This is my place where I stayed in Chennai for the past 12 years. Now, I had reached the road which was perpendicular to our street. I marched forward looking at the world outside my house. It seemed to be normal but as I crossed two junctions which came in between, I could see the cars and almost all the vehicles are parked in the traffic bringing the environment to a standstill. Nothing seemed to move. Looking straight ahead, I could see an array of vehicles jammed in the road and it was crowded as if some disaster is scheduled to happen.

I walk past various cars and autos parked in the middle of the road. I was terrified. I still couldn’t visualize the disaster that’s going to happen. As all chennaites know very well that, Triplicane is located near the Marina beach and it is walkable distance from the place, I need not explain where the beach is. I kept advancing towards the end of the road. I could see many people standing outside their houses and looking at things very uneasily. There were lots of worried faces which I could easily spot. Almost all of them have come out and were holding feared looks in the faces.

I didn’t know how far I had walked; suddenly I could see the sea and its water level has risen considerably. I didn’t know, Marina encroached this much of land beside it. The water level was deliberately high. Usually, whenever I look at the beach, standing on the shores, facing the waters, I had always looked down as the shores are always elevated. But for the first time in my life, I was looking up at an elevation angle of about 60 degrees above the normal eye sight. I couldn’t digest the fact that, I’m not standing in the shores which will be usually sandy where we can find Sundalhawker, boats, ice cream and Balloon Shooting stalls and a sparsely distributed population of affectionate duos performing the intimate game plays in the vast open space, but I’m standing in the well-polished tar roads which were laid for the last week parliamentary elections.

I could see the waters have engulfed the dry sandy shores into its buoyancy and people are standing in the road that runs parallel to it. In no time, I could hear the waves emitting a mystical hum and the water body visible to my eyes started ebbing out. The clouds above the water body took weird shapes and darkened. I couldn’t control my fearful excitement. The darkened clouds formed a weird image resembled to be a face of a human being, like that of lord Voldemort’s image that used to appear in the sky, whenever death eaters cast the dark symbol in the Harry Potter series. I immediately took out my mobile from my shorts and launched the Camera application in it (I’m still confused as to why I wanted to take the picture of that face in the sky, when the world is actually about to come to an end). How did my mobile find its way into my shorts pocket? I never reminisced carrying it with me, when I started from home. Well dreams always leave you with many questions unanswered.

I took out my cell, gazed the sky and tried clicking the image and the whole devastating scene in front of my eyes that nobody could imagine – A sea ebbing out which is already at a higher elevation than the usual one and ready to pounce on the human population and engulfing the lands, hauling everything inside it. But the time I was to register what is happening, I found myself inside the water, floating in an unknown height and depth. I went unconscious and suddenly the scene changed as usual.

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I was clutching very lightly without any efforts, the outer surface of a huge cylindrical hollow tower edifice which can hold 2 to 3 persons vertically in its hollow circular enclosure, situated at some safe distance from the beach. I could see the water body flowing into the lands and roads underneath it, getting slowly swallowed by the demonic waves. I still hold the metallic edifice clutching its cylindrical surface on its top and yelling at the image which appeared in the sky.

“Let it happen the way you wanted. I’ll see what can be done,” I challenged the dark face.

I could feel some force which was holding me close to the cylindrical structure. I felt easy to be held in its proximity, with myself at the topmost part of it. I did not hold it tight. I was just spreading my hands around it and the circumference was so large that, I couldn’t hold my palms of both my hands, together on the other side. So you can imagine how I was being held to its surface like a magnetic levitated train in its electromagnetic tracks. To be very simple, I felt like Spiderman sticking to the surface of the tower. Well I nested a small pride in me to have challenged some evil force which was trying to destroy the world by agitating the water body of world’s second largest beach!! (Heights of dreaming!!)

Now I started descending down the pillar and felt as how I’ve been operated by someone. I drifted smoothly on the cylindrical surface without being held anywhere or suffering intense pain or scratch. The bright world outside slowly started disappearing and an enclosure has started appearing around the pillar. I was descending down in the hollow space between the enclosure and the hollow pillar like structure. The darkness has already surrounded me. But I could see an aura of light around me, just me alone. I could see the inscriptions which have been inscribed on the surface of the edifice. I was still descending down. I was comfortable descending down as how the elevators descend down the floors. Suddenly, I remembered something was written beside the image which I saw in the sky, the darkened image formed by the clouds. I wanted to recall that. So in that instant, I was again ascending upward the edifice. I reached the top of the tower again. I could see the sea and the terrific waters flowing mercilessly into the city. The city was getting heavily water logged. Slowly the roads, houses, and buildings have started disappearing in the water. I could again see the face and the text which was formed beside it through the dark clouds. Satisfied, I again descended down the tower effortlessly.

To my surprise, I found this undeniable truth that, it was none other than me who was controlling my traverse upward and downward. Nobody was controlling it. I felt as if I’m controlling my life and my dream. I could clearly see that I’m in a dream and I could do all weird things like controlling my traverse up and down by just giving a thought about it. I calmed myself and held the pillar close to me and started my descend down into the deep hollow black space that lay beneath me. This cylindrical pillar was my only ray of hope and light to this journey of descend, which I’ve been subjected myself to. I found myself getting into a state of mental stability. The downward journey into the vast pitch black hollow beneath me was happening at ease. I was breathing normally.

It would have been some hours of time, ticked away. I still found myself descending into the oblivion. Suddenly the velocity at which I was travelling encountered retardation in the motion and the journey came to a halt as my feet touched a solid base of something.

I detached myself from the structure which was holding me all throughout the journey and looked down to get a view of the staircase. The staircase was made of metal with the most intricate artistic works in its design. The spiral steps looked very ancient like that of the steps in the British style bungalows. I was involuntarily getting down the steps and I reached the doors which seemed to be half open. I reminded myself about preparing for some lecture to be given to students who have gathered in a large seminar hall. I quickly entered the door to find a bunch of university students waiting for someone. As soon as I entered the hall, they started moving towards a particular classroom which seemed to be attached to the hall. The hall was brightly ventilated with the gleaming yellowish ambience spreading all over the hall.

I walked into one of the classrooms. I could see around five to six students who were sitting opposite to each other in the classroom tables and were chatting. The girls were in their sleeveless tights and jeans and were excited seeing me in the class. It looked as if a gang of friends were chatting happily in the recess break after a session of lecture. I happily joined them remembering my own college days. They welcomed me with “yaayyo”. In that group, one of the girls looked at me. I was confused as whether I’m a professor who is visiting this campus for a guest lecture or a student who has enrolled for a course in MS in some weird discipline say Symbology in some foreign university in UK. Images of Dan brown and Robert Langdon hovered in front of me. I could recollect the pages I have read from the “The Lost Symbol” last night in the bus. The way he has explained the interior of the US Capitol building was haunting my mind. The girl came to me. She was nearing me. I knew what she is about to do. She had a titillating looks in her face. She looked stunningly beautiful. I couldn’t resist the delay. I wanted to go and grab her and….

I woke up with a heavy pounding heart. Searched for my mobile and saw the time. It was 3.30 AM. I opened my eyes completely, chafed it twice or thrice and kept thinking about what I saw. I remembered many things immediately post dream – 2012, Movie trailer, 2012 theories, The Lost Symbol, Dan Brown, Robert Langdon, Harry potter,  my willingness to do an MBA abroad, interest in cryptography, passion for getting a new touch screen mobile and many other things which I was so passionate about. These things have collectively shown its face in various events.

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Well, I recalled everything and dozed off. Usually we used to forget what we see in the dreams as soon as we get up in the morning. But this dream I really wanted remember. I wanted to blog about this. It may look very silly but still I wanted this to write this somewhere and share with others. For those who think this is all crap and I’m so silly, I admit I’m silly and don’t wanted to be in one of those mature grown up frowning serious male category. And for all those who enjoyed this, let me know what you felt about this.

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Which ‘Mate’ are you?

In the world full of strangers and acquaintances, we tend to get introduced ourselves to bunch of people who become our friends, in a due course of time after few of those repetitive “Hi”s and “Hello”s. According to the world of computing, indexing helps us to access data better. Similarly according to Kally (please do not search Google or Wikipedia on who is Kally, its none other than me), it is easier to keep in touch with the people, if we categorize them

Well, I scratched my brains/kidney, whatever you would like to call, sometime back to index (If the word index sounds to be so techy, lemme put this in layman terms to be so simple – classify. Hope now I made myself simple!!) People based on how I relate to those strangers-who-become-friends-later. I’ve tried my best to classify people based on my observation. Lemme see how much successful I’m in capturing my observation in the following paragraphs.

1. School-mates

These form an elite group of friends to whom we were introduced at an early stages of life. They are those with whom we had shared our lunch, our friends (I meant – my friend A, is also his friend. His friend B, who is also my friend :P), our workbooks, our maps, pencils, crayons, water bottle, pencil sharpener and labels which we stick on the cover of out note books bearing Name, Class, Section, School. Subject and a image of Winnie the Pooh, Sachin Tendulkar, Shaktimaan to one of its side. We would have spent time with them playing Mario-G, Clay-hunt, and Contra in 2 player mode in the Television set.

So there are chances that you couldn’t keep in touch with these categories of people due to area change, location change or even school change. After you change your school, you may have lost in touch with those people to some extent or you could have ended up in a college in a remote place outside your hometown because you being a “good-obedient-disciplined-student” would have obliged to your parent’s advice of getting admitted to the college as it would have been so popular and had good campus placements (as few years back, good campus placements were a great concern to parents). Later when we introduce them to one of our current friends, we used to say

“Hey, meet John; he is my school-mate”

Thus the school mates have some special place in our hearts as they bring back our childhood memories.

2. College-mates

college

College mates form an essential part of our college life, as they constitute the age of life where we realize ourselves. We undergo biological changes physically and mentally. The more realization happens when we choose friends from the group of around thousands. The gang with whom we spend time, go around, have fun and all things around us, determines who we are. Since at that age group we tend to attain adolescence and  they form an emotional ingredient of our life. What kind of chemical reactions that has to happen purely depends on the fellow friends whom we choose.

So college mates are those with whom we would have spent sleepless nights burning the Tube light and Study lamps (I’m sick of following the age old saying “Burning the midnight oil”) one day before the semester exams. The group studies wouldn’t have been possible at any cost. They would have entered your life in the late teens, but that has made a profound impact on your social life after.

After college days, the way you see things completely changes. The style of the outfit that adorns you, are a complete reflection of what you see yourself as a person – socially mingle-able and acceptable in a gang of friends. The so called stinky coconut hair oil which you would have applied, has found a cozy place in your room’s topmost shelf covered with the cobwebs. The stick like comb that you would have used in school days has transformed itself into a flashy roller which indirectly stands responsible for your receding hairline! Introduction of new products such as perfumes, body sprays, Anne French etc brings drastic changes in you.

Few things you would have expected and few things happen just unexpectedly. Whatever it is, they occupy the major portions of life knowingly or unknowingly

All because of your college mates!

3. Class-mates


This category of people in your life comes wherever you happen to sit in a bench and listen to the instructor or a teacher. They had already come into your life through the schools and colleges. Now, anybody who sits beside you where ever it may be, you would have smiled a bit or exchanged a conversation with them. After people get into some job, I’ve seen them still wander in the streets with a small backpack full of study materials, calculators and cell phones to all study centers, which attract students wooing them for coaching MBA, MS and all other courses under the sky. People still want to sit in a bench and listen to someone. So the point is, people who come across such situations when you yourself enroll into courses and sit in the class are crowned as classmates!

So you can in general introduce him/her to your friend as “So she is Akshaya, my classmate”

Some even go to the extent of associating them with themselves as coaching class mate.

4. Bench-mates

This category is actually a sub category of above ones. Whoever sits beside you in a class, he/she is deemed to be your bench mate. After exchanging surprising looks at her or him, the relationship extends to a level of having a Coffee together in one of the posh Coffee Shops in the city, unlike the roadside Kaveri Snacks & Tea shop and when someone asks you,

“Hey who is she…?”

And you search your tiny brain for the introductory relationship of the girl, getting reminded of the RDBMS relationship diagram, you find your query results a return code of 100, which means “NO RESULTS FOUND”. Finally you end up saying

“Well, she is my Bench mate!”

5. Bus-mates

This is a new category of people I’ve found in my life recently. As I travel in my Office Bus daily morning, to commute to office and take the same, to return home in the evening, I get to see few new faces occupying the bus, except some of the regular users of the route. So initially, you would not initiate a spark to strike a conversation with them. In the due course of time, both of you know each other without having spoken to any and there will be a strange feeling of belongingness with them. Sometime, you feel as if, only when they board the bus, your mind will get peace and reassure yourself to have got into the correct route bus.

In few occasions, when you have to help the ones sitting beside you in the seat, such as closing the window slide glass, in case of rain starts pouring heavily or the gush of air is so fast and the girl or a guy is unable to shut it. You extend your help to close the same and succeed in accomplishing the task.

“Thank You..”

“You are Welcome..”

That’s how it all starts – a conversation with a stranger, who has been working in the same company, but you haven’t spoken to them. It is just the opening of opportunities to interact with the new bunch of people around you. In this process of knowing people, few people get become so close and find a place in your mobile phone’s forward-MSG-distribution-list. Some just smile and say Hi and Bye and some keep winking at you. Some give you biscuits and chocolates and even murukkus and sweets, some keep themselves buried in the novels and some plug in the iPods and music players and doze off. So all those who we encounter daily in the bus and one day when you happen to meet your college friend or school friend and you happen to introduce this bus friend, you can’t just tell them he/she is your friend. You need to tell them how you are associated with them.

I always end up saying, “Well, this is my bus mate!”

“Ugh?…”

Sometimes, the person always sits beside you or you end up sitting beside him or her and a small belongingness of friendship sprouts. We even go to the extent of branding the person as “Seat mate”

6. Room-mates

Yea forgot to tell about them – room-mates!

They are the strangers who are yet to become our friends, with whom we share the hostel rooms or mansion rooms. These people span over all the above categories. A friend who is a college mate can be our roommate in the college hostels and people who work with us in the company can share the room with us, if we are not staying in our hometown. Some call them as roomies. They pay the rent, current bill, laundry bill, paper bill etc on a sharing basis. We spend day and night chit chatting with them. They cook for us and sometimes we take the risk of cooking for them. All this happens with them.

So they form the Room mates!

7. Blog-mates

Earlier days, we had something called Pen Friends, where people share their mailing address (postal snail mail!! I know I need to be explicit here because, most of them misunderstand this to emailing address) in the newspapers. I still remember a separate column for pen friends in the ‘The Hindu’ newspaper supplementary. You can write posts to them and post it to their address. They will reply to you by composing a mail and they will post it back to your address. This was the practice they followed sometime back to make pen friends. Now, the trend has changed. As many of them have started writing, they now depend on the internet and write what is the so called, BLOGSSSSSSS!!!  Yesssss….It is the one, which you are reading in your lappy or in the desktop. As many of them write and share ideas, information, photos, music and everything under the sky (I know, I have used this expression some paras before!!), people have started making new set of friends called Blog-mates J

Others

There are other categories of people with whom you do not share anything, but they always accompany you. One such instance is the morning walk along the beach. You meet them daily, and both of you walk with your dogs and finally when parting you say a simple Bye or sometimes not even that. Sometimes, this helps our pet dogs to find a new friend – a dog friend. Even when we forget them, they still remember each other and exchange a bark or a lick. We see many of us make friends during morning walk. Many of them consistently come for the morning walk at a particular time and leave at a particular time. So those categories of people can be called as Morning-walk-mate

We can keep deriving the category of ‘mates’ similar to the mathematical formulas. There are other categories of people such as Gym-mate, shopping-mate, and this list goes on according to ones tastes!!

Thus to conclude this long categorization of people, I would say, in this world where we live with unknown people, with whom we need to live in harmony, we have to grab every opportunity to establish a good relationship with the ones whom we meet and greet. We can’t be good to everyone; at least we need not be bad to them. So keep yourself open to new friends and make yourself comfortable with them and make them comfortable. Keep smiling and make others smile.

Hi, are you a stranger reading this blog? This is Kally. How are you? Wanna be friends? I’m game!

And forgot to ask you, which mate are you?

P.S: Please don’t ask me who is Check Mate??

Short Story: Weird Dreams

“So tell me Ms. Grace, what’s your problem”

Dr.Purushothaman, Psychiatrist interrogated her with his bald head shimmering in the Tube light’s reflection

“I had a bad dream today. I’m going to die. But do not know how. The dream is actually incomplete” said Grace with worried face.

He has seen many patients with mental disorder and many other cases dealing with dreams. He could understand her. She was yet another patient who has been affected mentally by dreams and this makes her uncomfortable.

“OK, tell me what happened and what did you see in your dream. I’ll try to sort it out” said the doctor.

She started narrating,

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Short Story: Crazy Simi

Prologue

Girls are crazy sometimes. I don’t want to make any general statements as I do not want to earn hatred from girls who are reading this.

I’m going to talk about a girl who wanted to be a guy!

She really did not mean it. But she simply wanted to be a guy because that may alleviate her from small troubles that she faces with the world around her.

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The Chat

But seriously, if u write too much no one will have time to read and they may not know that u r leaving….” I pinged her.

She was a great blogger who writes real life incidents in an interesting way. All that amused her, impressed her, the things which made her weep, the ones which made her embarrassed, she writes everything. Life is to live and to learn things. And the best part is to share things. The late night talks with roomies with black coffee and tea. The daily late night TV remote wars and the all time menace due to unscrupulous maintenance of water supplies in the apartment which few girls share in Pune.

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