An unusual morning, and a reminiscence of a wild life...

3rd May. Durgapur.
DSP Hostel. Room 13.

I woke up on the alarm sounding at 6.30am. A telephonic onshore interview, with an organization which I don't even know the name, is scheduled at 7. It's bright outside as usual, with few light patches of clouds. I got fresh, attended the call for around 20 minutes, had breakfast, and started waiting idly for the next round of call, which they had informed will be there within an hour.

I was lying on my bed, fidgeting with my mobile, specially rerunning through some text conversations with B from the day before. That was the last thing I remember before I dozed off.

I woke up, to find the room dark, the alignment of the room a bit changed, with beds added, and one of the friends in room talking in mobile. I checked the time, its 4pm. Why is it so dark? It shouldn't be, in spite of the curtains. Now I understand, its overcast outside. But why didn't anyone call me in the noon? Specially B? Where is my mobile? Found it, but the screen is difficult to see without glasses, and those are the things I never find when in need. The last call should be to B only. Redialed, but the call is not getting through.

I woke up, to find the room dark, power off, and the others asleep in place. It 9.30am. It is overcast outside. Now I understand, the last time I woke up in my dreams. But I am startled with the fact that I found the cloudy weather in my dreams, which later I found in reality too. And the weather was not like this when I went to sleep. Dream is a superimposition of our desires and memories, that is what I feel. How could I see something in my dreams which had not yet happened? I'm confused, and thought of noting it down in writing.

Now, the second part of the blog, grossly unrelated with the first part. The weather reminded me of one of the trips, in Pune, almost 3years back. An outing was planned, as usual to Mulshi, and as usual the organizers were Konal and Suparna, with their Safari. We three there were to join, but in the morning the call came from the landlord to obtain the notary NOC in person. This was an urgent requirement for the rent agreement, which we couldn't neglect. So we dropped off from the trip.

The weather was exactly like today. Light drizzle and pleasant weather. The official work was complete by 9. That is when we decided to rejoin the trip, on bike. A regular breakfast of vada pav and slice, and we were on the trip, rushing fast to track the Safari. As it happens in Pune, the rain became harsher, and the clouds became darker, as we drove past hinjewadi across the hills. The deserted road, fields and forests on both side, and just riding ignoring the rain-lash, till we find the safari.

We reached Mulshi, both teams together, around 11. Let me list down the minimal lunch that was in the car. Around 40 vada pav. 5kg small but ripe mangoes in a jar. Few packets of chips. Rum and cigarettes. Ingredients for preparing tea, with a mini stove. Parked the vehicles, carried everything beside the lake, guarded the food under the two umbrellas which we had, at the bottom of a tree. And to mention, a kitten was there too with us, in a basket. And the day started. Do what you feel, eat whenever you feel. Swimming in Mulshi, in the rain, in spite of the warning of presence of reptiles in the lake, was our regular activity. Fishing rod was there, and flour mounds as bait, and we got around 9 small fishes. Again let them free, except two, which were dead, and were kept for the kitten. The rain drained the flour soon, and the bread with us was not good for bait. Eating mangoes involved another task, planting the seed in a proper location. Swimming again. Hitting stones in water. Just lying down and letting the rain drizzle on face. Exploring the jungle. Trying to make a fire, for tea, under the rain and the wind, was hard. The day just went by, without any track of time. The falling daylight was the indication of return.

The morning made me miss those wild outings of the wild 3 years.