 "Beautiful eyes are worthless if they present the dreams in black and white." Every night he dreams and every morning aryan has to listen. One day aryan told him about his dream. “Oh, you too dream”, he asked. aryan lost his nerve and wanted to slap him. How can he talk like that? Everybody can dream and aryan is no exception. However, Aryan kept his cool and waited for him to speak. He was lost in deep thoughts. Finally he opened his mouth. He wanted to know whether aryan too had black and white dreams like him. aryan smiled and then burst into laughter. No, aryan has rangeen dreams. Now the word rangeen conveys a lot. He was shocked. “You are kidding”, he said. But aryan was serious and had a handy answer. “What is the fun of having black and white dreams? Unless the dreams are rangeen, there is no fun having them. It is like stressing your eye balls for a 19th century black and white movie”, aryan replied. The problem with aryan’s friend is that he believes that dreams can never be rangeen. aryan had a tough time making him understand the difference between coloured and rangeen dreams. aryan’s friend is not colour blind. He has a beautiful and pair of eyes. They are deep as well and can drown anybody who dares to look into them. aryan feels sorry for him. There are people with Phuti Phuti eyes but they enjoy their dreams. aryan has finally come to the conclusion that beautiful eyes are worthless if they present the dreams in black and white. aryan’s friend mostly dreams about mountains, rivers, boats and trucks. Nobody in his family has been a trekker or a trucker. He does not own a boat either. aryan fails to understand the reason behind his grave defect. Only a counsellor can help him now. It is believed that dreams are a reflection of what the person sees or thinks during the day. aryan, on the contrary, dreams about………. . It is top secret. aryan is not interested in losing his secrets. However, aryan can tell the esteemed readers about the dream of his another friend. He saw a beautiful buchi with a golden chain in her delicate hands. She was walking slowly towards him trampling the lush green turf beneath her feet. aryan’s friend waited anxiously. His heart was beating rapidly and loudly. Finally the dame came closer and hung the golden chain around his neck. This is when he opened his eyes. The dame had vanished into thin air. He saw his mother waiting for him with a bag in her hands. “Get up. It is getting late. Take this bag and get us some bread from the baker”, she screamed. aryan’s friend came out of his fantasies. He took the bag and gave his mother a scornful look. She ignored the look and walked away slowly. A number of people were waiting at the baker’s shop for their turn. Smoke emanating from the tandoor caused irritation in his eyes. aryan saw him and in typical Rajesh Khana style said: “Tumhari aankhoon main pani.” |
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