Its was a rather cold winter day all day today..and now its a very cold night, a little late past dinner time. I dosed off to sleep in the evening, in-locking the door to this room behind me. It was a rather unproductive day, I did not exercise properly today, wasted all the time and did not so glorious things.
I just woke up, and before waking up I was watching a dream, that I write down now.
I had won some kind of monetary reward in some kind of rural lottery, I came to knew of it in a posted printed letter postage or shop outlet rather. It was ages ago, maybe in some past age of the 1980s, time when I lived as a child, but I was an adult other man in the dream, And I had to go to rurally built sub-urban Bangalore to collect my monetary reward. It was winter days, and my place, and also Bangalore were supposed to be cold.
I took a train to near Bangalore in the winter...it was dark and the train took me through mountains and mountainous forests, valleys, natural life and winter beauty of a natural Karnataka form heaven, the train travelled in the dark misty nights and dawn.
I was in Bangalore, It was a dark evening, I was walking in a semi-urban Indian market. The small candescent lights were lit outside dingy shops, vegetable shops, fish shops, fruit shops etc, it was not very crowded, it was a rare time of population, it was watery wintery, foggy and misty..it was very cold. I walked up to a kind of dock kind of arena, where many men were standing in an organised crowd, before a man allotting out the lottery wins, he was sitting on a raised platform, sitting on a wooden table and chair, small and large boats and dock containers were all about the place, it was very misty and cold. The man was giving out the smaller prizes in money chronologically by tallying every winners number in the chart on his paper register and calling their name and giving out their cash money. All the smaller prizes were given out.
I used to be in a state of constant ignoring of life, I just by chance happened to be there, it would not have been a surprise if I had missed out being there even, I was not much concerned of my prize win. I just could do with some handy money.
Mine was the first prize, the biggest win...finally the tallier called my name, and called me to the stage...people were eager of my name being tallied and to see me recieve my biggest cash, everyone there might have been eager to know how I spend my cash, whether I throw them a party, everyone hopes some wonder in a winnner.
The manager tallied my name to perfection from my card slip roll number and the number on his register. He handed me out a tied bag full of coins, it was counted and a net of 8445 Rupees, it must have been a huge sum in that ancient times. I was a bit startled by my cash win.
I rode down the platform and was looking for some conveyance to reach back to city and carry on leaving Bangalore in the coming days.
When I rode down the platform to the crowd and was cutting away from the crowd to the exit gate, I met a young native guy, he wore a white polyester plain old shirt, and grey plain trousers, common semi-urban wear of those times..he was happy about my win and greeted me and was very friendly. I somehow formed a company with him, and did not mind if we had a cup of tea or coffee together in the outside dingy tea stall, I walked out of the dock barn with him, he introduced himself as Charan Kumar, he was the same reference of Charan Kumar as has been on deviant art.
After our coffee. I took a stroll with him in the cold winter night in the misty market to the nearest poorly built small conveyance depot. Charan kumar expected some monetary help from me, or was needy, he told me about his struggle for a regular job soon, about his middle class family, his ailing father and his poor family and sisters who needed marriage, and about his inexplicabe illness of what he needed money to get cured to lead and struggle for a normal life. I made my mind to somehow be of his benefit.
We reached the conveyance depot nearby. All the dingy cabs or tempo were already gone, we were suggested by a bystander or incharge there to walk to the road into the jungle and we might very well find a conveyance from the depot by the forest turns or just standing or getting a repairing or just wandering out.
We walked into the jungle entrances, it was poorly light by dingy candescent street lamps in some places, we had torches with us, most of the paths were very dark. We were walking all the night hours.
We walked and walked and talked in the dark forest, it was very late at night, it was almost morning. We found a passing dingy tempo, the tempo haulted at our call, and the young tempo lad carried us in his conveyance. We were already walking a little off the tracks, and he took us through the night through the right paths, and semi urban settlements and he reached into a denser stretch of the jungle..it was all dark, and it was then morning 5 AM...The tempo lad felt a natural call and took excuse from us to take a shit at the clearing besides the turn, just near the standing tempo with me waiting.
The tempo lad rode down the tempo vehicle and just sat down sqatting on the misty ground, pulling his pants down nearby the tempo standing besides the forest road turn. When Charan Kumar saw him, he also wanted to relax himself of his shit load, he sat down with the man, and the more I was trying to resist looking at their direction, I saw the taxi man had already oozed out a quantity of brown, muddy porridge. I looked away.
It was almost dawn.
And as I woke up from my sleep in this real cold winter night now, wondering what to do with the night..its almost 11 PM now, I went to the kitchen, and my mother has cooked some good "Alu Parathe" or potato stuffing dough pan cakes...or call them whatever...and my sister was making "Besan Laddoos" or "grams dough sweet cakes" and its batter looked exactly like the taxi man's shit, in colour and consistency, how did the dream predicted it is a wonder. I am going to eat that food now. And its a silent winter night now, and many mosquitos are flying about and I am getting their sting in an attempt to avoid them, and afar in much distance, maybe a kilometer afar some live rural music and drums and jingles are playing over an amplifier, that I can faintly hear..it must be some marriage or some winter celebration!!