Wednesday, November 26, 2008

fresh water spider dream-ultimate

I throw an open challenge at all the dream analysts (!!) there are around. Interpret this for dreams, i say! It is a serious offence for people to either smirk, giggle, chuckle, chuggle, or gickle at this post. It is by far one of my favourite and most popular dreams (to narrate). Amen.
I am a famous marine wildlife restoration scientist (..??..), whose base is the notorious maturu (name of the apartments i live in!!) islands, some hundred kilometers off the coast of nowhereland, near the amazon basin. I have many many awards to my credit that line the compound walls of my house (...??...). I live alone not just in my house, but also on the entire island(..me??alone???heehee!..shhh...go on...) for almost two years now,there has been just one thing on the minds of marine wildlife restoration scientists across the globe- saving the last sample of the ultra and uber rare species of the great "FRESH WATER SPIDER" that went missing a few years ago under unexplained circumstances from the under water laboratories of the MWRS. I took it as the ultimate calling, to bring back unto the world the glory of reviving the sagas of the fresh water spider species. Hence i moved to the Maturu islands two years ago, assured that the conditions in the island (...whatever that means) were but perfect for the survival of the F.W.Spider.
Day in and day out my radio signals only translated to "Any luck today doctor??have we revived the FWS yet??", and despite each passing day my reply to Houston (Ahem...the head quarters of the MWRSL) reamined the same- "I won't leave till I find it, and I know I will someday get the FWS back to secure conditions..."
For hours together I would just sit there in the middle of the wild jungles of the amazon basins, off the coast of Maturu with my fish net cast an my MP3 player on..(..??..) Not for one moment was i overcome by pragmaticism(isnt that what it is...??) to realise that my life was worth so much more than wasting it in the middle of nowhere(land), looking for a marine creature that ize of a ping-pong ball, transpatent head to toe with absolutely no reason to live, since it was the last of its kind. I returned home only to return next day to return home to return next day and so on...
One day a team of Argentenian (YUMM!!) scientists dropped by (..??..) to say hello and to make sure i was breathing still... I took them for a boat ride and acquainted them with my routine, which to them seemed super exciting. Since there is absolutely no life in the waters of the Maturu islands, it came as a surprise to me suddenly, that there was a twig that was moving along side our boat. Ever optimistic that I am, I quickly get my camera and set it rolling, while reaching out to the jar that is kept at the far end of the boat in anticipation of housing a transparent spider someday. The transparent F.W.Spider. I guess it was the thumping on the boat which make it rock, causing imbalance around;by the time i got the jar to my seat, i found the twig had disappeared. Intrigued, hopeful and disappointed we all get back home.
After some sexy argentinian wine (..??..) we all retire to our rooms, where i play the recordings of my cam on the big screen (drive in types) in my room. The twig was not just moving, it was swimming. It was actually moving five other similar twigs from within the water in a manner similar to that of a swimmer trying the breast stroke in a pool. What i thought was a bubble in the water was actually the bulbous body of that what we were searching for day and night, that lonesome single piece creature which defied all logic to be the Fresh Water Spider!!!!! I found it!!!!!Eureka!!!! It was impossible for me to venture out in the dark since the "no-life-on-maturu" tag scared the daylights out of me, as it implied the possibility of spirits making the rounds...
I waited until dawn to runnnnn into the waters (well...let my boat do that is what i mean) and rescue the little bulbous FWS and plop it into the jar. By the time i get the boat out of the garage (yes. Boat.out.of.the.garage.) i notice that the kayak is missing. The motor kayak(it's ok...read on...) which seats two is missing from the garage, which can only imply that the (yumm) argentinian scientists decided to take a last look at the wild before they returned to civilisation. Funnily i also notice the jar in which the FWS was supposed to be finally plopped was also missing from my motor boat. I retrieve my ziplock from my khaki shorts and and smirk at the fact that i knew better! I quickly get the motor wrooming and steer off to the same locales as that of yesterday's trip. Since FWS's cant swim faster than 1kmph, i knew for sure that i was going to spot it as it had only been a few hours that i had last seen it. The fact that it's vision is totally shut off at nights also makes it impossible for it t swim at night. I now was more resolute than ever that i WAS GOING to win the Nobel for my contribution to MWR sciences. My excitement was growing by the minute. I decide to take to the east after carefully covering the west, when my eyes fell on the jar carefully placed in the centre of the kayak, driven by one of the two (yumm) argentinian scientists. It was yet to be plopped, but i could not register their motives yet. And then i see it lying in front of me. The newspaper. Their faces on the front page of the newspaper which read that "Two Argentinian Marine Wildlife Mafia Dons head to Maturu after spotting the FWS via satellite". I read it and re-read it and re-re-read it. I wasnt going to let them win. I was going to deliver the Nobel speech which i rehearsed everyday with my MP3 like a mad dog! I was going to plop the jar with FWS. I was going to make up for the two years of dumb life on that dumb island looking for that dumb creature. and then....and then i kept my ziplock ready cause now we were both equidistant from the creature that could change the lives of both parties involved. The motor kayak was surprisingly fast given that it was a sunny day, as it derived power for speeding, from the sun. But nothin was going to keep me from winning my destiny this time. I light up the neon gas cylinder (yeayea..read on...i told you it's a dream!) aka dhoom style, and the boat zipped through water like no imagination (but for mine) would imagine. I grab the creaturely delicately (oxy'moronic!!) and smile coz it still plopped in the ziplock! I took a deep breath and cast the net one last time into the waters of the Maturu islands. I knew that the kayak's propellers (...heeheehee..) would not tolerate anything in its way and that something as irritating as a net would agitate it further, and make it release the downward propeller which makes it sink the kayak in no time. I put all my strength in casting the net as far as possible, and that done, i zipped past the tiny waves to return to the land and secure the FWS in the mini underwater lab. I stepped into the house and locked myself up, and watched from the window the kayak sinking in devil's pace. I smiled but sadly coz they were but two yumm argentinians, if not scientists. I ran downstairs in no time, scared to death that the FWS would suffocate, as its average land survival time was only 5 minutes. I quickly opened the meshed cage that was kept for the FWS, and dived into the UWL to hook it to the eiling of the lab. I fumbled, but i nailed it. I hooked it. i did it!!!! Somewhere i thought i saw two yumm things drown for all their nasty satanic plottings.
I finally gave houston what they wanted to listen, after two long years of monotonous answers. I returned to civilisation a day before i was to deliver the speech i had been practicing with my MP3 for two lonely, long years. I won the Nobel. But most importantly, i gave life to what was almost dead for eternity. I no longer believe the Fresh Water Spider to be a dumb creature that has no reason to live. It now has a family after the MWRS labs cloned it and mated them both(!!!>>>>!!!!!!>>>!!!).

Thursday, November 06, 2008

why Wordsworth is Wordsworth.

It's a pity that someone who creates such beauty with ordinary words, and anyone else who produces consecutive lines of supposed rhyme, both fall under the same category of a 'poet'.May be this is where articles come in handy, to make the former "THE POET" and everyone else just "A POET". Amen.

Taste this.

Serene will be our days and bright,
and happy will our nature be,
when Love is an unerring light,
and joy its own security.
-An Ode to Duty.

i amnt even going to attempt articulating the joy i feel, eachtime i read something as simply beautiful as that. Least said, it is almost life-inducing.