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The innocent throw

Ever have those moments of reminiscence when you look back at something that happened so long ago, you could barely tell if it really was a memory or just a faded dream? I recently have given some thought to an incident that I doubt anyone else even recalls. Its one of the things that just sticks to your mind and doesnt let go of you, although it may mean nothing anymore to anyone.

It was one of the usual childhood days where every kid on the block is playing, running and having an innocently blissful time. 'Cricket' is the sport in my country (if you've got know clue about it, think of it as baseball but with just 1 batsman), other than football, that every kid grows up playing. It also happens to be the sport that I've grown to hate as a boring and slow game, but let's not get into that right now.

I'm 10 years old and its my turn to bat. The highlight of the game being the batting position, I am not in the mood to let it pass by quickly. I was never really good at sports. Sure have made attempts at improving my physique, but that mainly consisted of just running and gym. Sports, NEVER been my thing….I've tried plenty, but it seems pretty obvious that life has other plans for me.

Coming back to the matter at hand, I take my place and being the clutz that I am, I get bowled out on the first ball. Now I'M MAD! I don't give a damn about what's fair or not, I WANNA PLAY MORE!! As it turns out, its my brother's turn to bat (4 years elder). He runs after me and not so surprisingly, it wasn't much of a chase. Some snatching and laughing later, he walks away to show off his touch of sports (As you may have guessed, he's EXTREMELY SPORTY).

I refuse to accept defeat and decide to display how far I'm willing to go. I pick up a brick and aim for my brother!! Now, I may be 10 but I wasn't stupid (atleast that's what I thought). I wanna avoid his head, so I aim for his back and throw the brick at him. Now my brother sees me doing this and decides to go all Einstein. He figures I threw the brick at his head and ducks down (I later heard this theory from him :P) and as a result he got what he was afraid off…. BAM!!

Going for the kill

So this is what it looks from the outside (this is where my parents come in) : I was out of the game but was stubborn to play more and hence, went on a bloodrage and threw the brick at my brother's head and split it wide open, as a revenge to him snatching away the bat!!! Its pretty obvious I got screwed big time & my brother reached the hospital 😐 Thankfully, it was nothing serious, but this will remain a memory of how I acted a little too smart for my own good.



Posted: February 6, 2010 in Misc
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Its weird how the most obscure dreams can make us think deep about our own lives, and actually find meaning to them!! I’m not talking about your goals and aspirations, I mean those things you have when your mind has been tortured through hours of boring lectures in a dusty classroom.
I seldom dream during my sleep, or maybe its more precise to say that I seldom remember them. But when I do remember them, I do feel excited on recalling their vagueness. No matter how vague your dream may be, it had to come from some deep corner of the little subconscious part of your mind. So makes you wonder……. what effed up part of your mind wanted to sing a song on another planet :S . Its funny how dreams can sometimes transcend into your real world. I remember the scream of a woman in my dream turning out to be my mom waking me up in my room. And then there are the times when the dreams are so real, you wake up and continue acting as if the same scenario was continuing. There was a time when I was 12 years old, I woke up thinking I was getting late for school. I brushed my teeth, took a bath and changed into my uniform. My mom had been there the whole time and realized what was happening. But for the kicks, she waited till I had my bag and water bottle ready, and said in a calm voice “Its 6 in the evening. That was a dream…..maybe you should change back??”.

Throughout history, people have sought meaning in dreams or divination through dreams. After giving some thought to my own dreams, I’m convinced its mental thrash that the brain is playing around with when you are asleep, just for the kick of it. Some people think it signifies what you want, but if you’ve had the kinda dreams every boy wishes, you know that they get over just before the good part begins (Yup, we’ve all had them). Or the ones where you’re falling from a building but you always wake up before you actually hit the ground. I’ve had one where I’m in space and a good friend of mine is standin beside me, while I float around her. Care to interpret that?

I do not know if a dream can reveal anything about you, other people or about the problems that most worry you. I have no idea if they are even metaphoric and symbolic and explain what is happening around us. Or maybe they are nothing but random electrical pulses between neurons in our brain. Whatever the reason, I’m glad there’s some crazy part in our minds which shows us a ridiculous world and convinces us, if for a short while, that its all real and worth worrying about.