Hi All,

Sorry for being out of iland for so long. I don't have any solid excuse for this absence. I thank you for stopping by and missing me. I will catch up with all of you soon. Thought of writing up something about Mr. Bhaat again. Hope you enjoy it.

Cheers

Mr. Bhaat is busy with loads of work. He is suddenly speaking less and dreaming a lot. And he always remembers to share his dreams with me.

He has dreamt separate incidences for the last few weeks. After sharing each of his dream he would ask me “Why do you think I dreamt this?” I would always answer, “I am not a dream expert.” I told him that and prayed that he continued to dream.

Dream 1

Mr Bhaat is a sober, quiet guy, with a good sense of humor, the kind of people who will make your stomach ache with his anecdotes, but would himself keep a somber face.

I doubt whether he has ever killed a mosquito, so I was amazed when he shared this particular dream with me.

He dreamt that he was busily crashing sherbet bottles of a street peddler. He was accompanied by a ragamuffin (this was the same man who sits nonchalantly on Durgapur Bridge in Kolkata with some plastic bags as his only possession). He had the guts to do this on the opposite of a police station. Suddenly a group of police came and wanted to arrest him. Mr. Bhaat would not accept their arrest and was only convinced when they promised to take him in an Innova. At the police station he was given a choice of 1 month jail or Rs. 50 fine. He obviously chose the later and was freed with a grand farewell. It seems all the policemen stood in a row and shouted in chorus “Assame (culprit in Bengali) is freed with a charge of 50 rs. And a Maruti 800 is waiting for him to take him home”. Hearing this Mr Bhaat was really angry and chose to pick up a cycle in favour of the Maruti 800. He went back home riding the bicycle fuming that they would offer an Innova to arrest a culprit but would offer a battered Maruti 800 when that same culprit is freed.

The next morning he narrated the entire incident to me. All the car poolers had a hearty laugh but one question remained, why on earth did he dream this.

One more thing, Mr. Bhaat specially mentioned that in the dream he threw bottles in the air and broke them with a steel rod and it was fun doing it. He said that he shared this with me, because he thought that in the real world only I have the strength to break bottles in such a way if I am angry enough. I still don’t know whether it was a compliment or a sarcasm. As usual when I don’t understand the tone, I thank them and I thanked Mr. Bhaat too, for sharing this great idea.

I assure you I will try my best control the urge of breaking bottles when I am angry.

Dream 2

Mr Bhaat dreamt that our present office is in financial trouble. And the boss has decided to interview everyone with specific questions. Those who fail will be chucked out. Mr Bhaat appeared for the interview in great trepidation. Boss simply asked him, so Bhaat what is the different between Pascal and Rascal? Pascal is a programming language, and Rascal I am sure you know. Mr Bhaat replied undazed, the difference is perhaps similar to the difference between TCP and Jilepi. TCP is a protocol in networking terminology and Jilepi is a sweet, also known as Jalebi.

I have never heard anyone dream such ridiculous dreams in all my life.

Incidentally on the same night I dreamt that my boss called me and asked me to take the additional work load of 4 of my colleagues other than my present responsibilities.

We are not worried about our job though, I think it is just a coincidence or I am getting infected by Mr Bhat.

Dream 3

Mr Bhat dreamt that he has gone to the office head quarters at US. The CEO of the company invited him for lunch. Together they set off in a futon. The CEO wanted to visit a funeral before their lunch. As they entered the church, the line was long and they had to stand for quite sometime. The CEO cautioned Mr Bhat to walk like Hamlet, because that is the tradition. Mr Bhat was baffled; he did not know how Hamlet walked. One aide from the church came and rebuked Mr Bhat because he was walking normally. Mr Bhat then folded his arms before him, walked on his toes, and looked at the aide for approval. The aide was satisfied and disappeared. When they finally came to the coffin, Mr Bhat realized that the body was none other than Mr Ghosh’s, his neighbour whom he despised bitterly. He smiled wickedly and placed a red rose on Mr Ghosh’s dead body.