A Kafkaesque Early Morning Dream

Something happened and I was ushered to a hotel room. I found myself sharing that room with a family. The family consisted of a middle aged woman, a young man and a young woman. The young woman was breathtakingly beautiful. There was a TV in the room. The women went inside the living room. I went there and came back. I went out.

In the corridor, I ran across another young lady. She was gravely attractive. She looked at me. I couldn't make out whether that stare was blank or she was smiling. Somebody then stopped me and told my room was different. It was 305 and there was the key. I didn't take it. I said something and went somewhere.

Then I found myself arguing with somebody. I told I needed a separate room. Some more arguments. Then I met  another guy and took the keys.

After that I found myself in a friend's room. I told I was stranded and was put up in a hotel. There was another guy. He asked me whether I met Ananya. I said I did.

Then I was at my home. There was something to be done. I sent my brother. After sometime I went there myself. I saw my brother. Then I was walking inside some building I met this tall police officer.

The police officer stopped me. He asked what I did to her. I said I didn't do anything. In fact, when I found myself sharing my room with them I asked for a separate room. Then I said my friend's friend knew Ananya.

[My alarm clock went off and I woke up. I was supposed to study for my exam today but I went back to sleep to complete the mystery. But it was of no use]

Registering a change - i

[First two decades of my life]
"Lady's fingers tastes good"
"I like Lady's fingers"
"Lady's fingers is my favourite vegetable"
"Give me anyday Lady's fingers"
"Lady's fingers is the best vegetable"
[Third decade of my life]
I ate Lady's fingers.
Lady's fingers.
Lady's fingers.
Something is wrong.
[Fourth decade of my life]
"I DON'T LIKE LADY'S FINGERS"
Took nearly half a decade to register that.

The Dravidian Tribes - i

The tribes in central-east India are in the news as part of violent communist struggle (Naxalite, Maoist etc...) in that region. Though a big chunk of the cadres are Dravidians, that identity has always been irrelevant. Incidentally, the leaders of Maoist movements come mostly from non-tribal Dravidians (Telugus). One more Dravidian tribe (Dongria Kondh) are in the news (for a quite sometime now) for a very classic reason. Their sacred mountain is being bought by a multinational mining company. The Kondhs are up in arms against this project. But the mountain god is not sacred just as their language. What should be the reason for the mainstream communities for supporting them? Injustice or the standard of life?

Quintessential Dravidian Names

I:...
He: Hey! That is a North Indian name!
I:< thinking >
He: I mean you people generally give gods', goddesses' names