I went to school as any other day. We dispersed to our classes after our morning assembly. Everything was very normal only until a little time after recess. Our Hindi class was going on. All of a sudden some hooligans equipped with guns, lathis and chains came from nowhere and occupied our classroom! One of them thundered in his gruff voice that we were held as hostages; I barely understood what it meant but yes, that is how they referred us.
We were taken to a common area where my eyes started looking for the PT sir in the hope that we would be safe if he was around. To my surprise I found that he was cornered and bullied by 3 men double his size!
Our Supervisor Sir, Principal Sir, Maths Sir, History Madam all stood with their hands tied and faces turned pale.
My hopes (that somebody would protect us from the “bad” men) shattered and the realization that we were in a “dangerous” situation dawned upon me. Then they had some meeting in the closed confines. We all waited desperately for our teachers to come out and take us away from the rugged villains. Those 10-15 minutes seemed like ages. I thought about all the happy times I had spent with my family.
There came our vice principal, who found his voice only when one of the men pointed a gun at him. He said that the only way we would be saved was – somebody had to talk….the condition was to talk “non-stop”. My class-teacher looked at me and within no time I was the unanimous choice. Hello!!! What was I to do? Speak? The moment I would stop, we would be shot…one by one???
I could relate this to a song –“Ho…jab tak hai jaan…jaane jahaan, mai nachungi (mai bolungi!”)….”
Some heroics and a happy endingJ
What was all this?
This is one of those weird dreams I’ve had…not just once, but twice! (The second version slightly different than this one- in that I was more empowered and a Karate champ!)
Do you find it completely senseless?
Think about me, the protagonist of the story. What was I going though then, that made me think about such hair rising, terror filled situation?
I’m no authority to comment so I leave the job to the interpreters of dreams to decipher what this all meant. But please consider theses inputs too-
I had seen some action-packed, female-centric, melodramatic movies that had an obvious deep impact on me. About that Karate? Ummm… My sis had joined Karate classes and she used to demo her featsJ
Hope these contemporary activities create a sufficiently conducive background for such dreams.
Why did I remember it now after more than a decade? Yesterday a friend of mine commented-“What if the Government takes up some project to transform the energies spent in talking into some other forms, like power?”
Hmm, Law of conservation of energy.
“Energy can neither be created nor destroyed. It can be converted from one form to another.”
I just smiled because only I knew that my non-stop blabber had won me a gallantry award long back, for saving the lives of those hundreds of children and teachers, including the one who preached-
“Kathani na haako …karani karo…
Kaan na khaao…kaam karo”
Great speakers can be great doers too.
So, friends, never underestimate the chatterboxes, they can even save your lives.
If silence is golden, is speech any less than Platinum?
