It's just 9 AM in the morning and so have one more hour today. I thought why not add one more blog?
Trust me before this post, ten times I logged in to write a blog and found nothing interesting to share. Is it a post-marriage effect? Do men go content less after marriage? Well, don't expect me to answer, my wife read my blogs.
This post is actually for the dream I show last night. I don't know why but it is so interesting to share scary dreams. Like it is obvious in a dream, I never knew when I was sitting in an exam. Which exam? Well, I am trying to remember too. There are students writing continuously here and there. I was the only one who was trying hard to stretch my neck as long as possible so that I can see what they are writing after all. People say I don't have brain, so I scratch rest of my body in exam.
Adding pressure to my situation, the closing bell rang and teachers started collecting answer sheets. Before she comes and collects mine, I suddenly found three piles of papers lying below my desk. I thought the miracle happened. God, who I never believed in, helped me secretively like discount offer by any other super store. I immediately tied them with my answer sheet and submitted to teacher who was skeptical on my funny smile. She gave a look of how-the-hell-this-horse-won-in-the-race? For the rest of the 5 minutes I seated like wise men sit in the Parliament and nodded my head in agreement to every other student as if "I made it!"
Unlike Leo's are expected to over dramatize the problem, I was actually facing the one. The teacher called me up when I was leaving the class in my own happy world. She told me if I have lost my head. I don't doubt people when they doubt my stupidity. I simply asked her to tell me what is so messy about me this time? She informed me that it's an English exam and you added 3 long lasting newspaper looking extra notes but in Gujarati?
I was feeling sweat even in bed. No matter how tight I am sleeping, I come to know I am only dreaming. Before my wife get another good story of my mess (even those made in dreams), I started snoring to pretend sleeping.
