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A Freudian Dream-I
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He woke up with a start. Dreaming in color and Dolby surround sound was yet to become a habit.

***

Bhaskar had never expected much-from himself or his family or his friends. He knew he had the brains. He knew he didn’t have the memory.

Admiral Bhaskar Kishore knew he wouldn’t remain Admiral for long. He trusted no one at the Vridhachala Lal Research Centre (VLRC). Not even himself.

Brain mapping was a new development- to VLRC and to the world. Even to Colonel Bhaskar Kishore, its inventor. He had the brain to invent it, but not the memory to recall it.

It was supposed to be a cure for him-by storing his every thought and emotion on a computer, Wing Commander Kishore hoped to lead a life-crippled, but not hopeless.

***

This was his big chance. For Jai Arora, the Master’s call was the break he was looking for. He now had the means to breach VLRC’s impregnable encryption algorithms to access the huge vaults of human brains.

In just seven short years, the technology had garnered much acclaim for VLRC and its head, Ali Abbas. The database had grown manifold and every hacker worth his ‘honor’ was after it.

Jai was going to beat them all to the booty. He would be famous and rich. He would be everything everyone ever wanted to be.

***

He woke up with a start. Dreaming in color and Dolby surround sound was fast becoming a habit. Bhaskar looked at himself in the mirror, stroking a stubble that wasn’t there. He didn’t remember getting up half an hour earlier to shave. Again.

He found his way to his kitchen. He wasn’t sure how much coffee he usually put, so he put seven sachets, like always. He took a sip, and like always, poured the rest down the drain.

The gurgling noise, like always, stirred up a memory. Something to do with a brain. With some research gone wrong. With an innocent man getting fired. And that was it.

He found himself in his bedroom. He saw a damp patch on his bed. Perhaps he had wet it. Again. He lay down and cried himself to sleep.

Seven years is a long time, especially if you are Bhaskar Kishore. But, even time can’t erase memories. Especially, if there aren’t too many of them.

***

“…Indians and India can not be trusted. Their judiciary is broken and investigations take an eternity. We MUST act.”

Kevin Vaughan wheezed to a stop. For an asthmatic, he was very active.

His superior nodded. He too was beginning to see the folly in trusting India.

Somebody had wreaked havoc with the brain vault at VLRC. The Queen’s most intimate emotions and thoughts now lay bare before the world.

Messing with the Queen was akin to messing with all Britons. And, humility was one characteristic the Yard had never been known to display.

***

“We must take some action. The British will squeeze us to bankruptcy if we don’t.”

Ali Abbas looked around. A stony silence emanated from his Board of Directors.

“Bhaskar Kishore is turning into a liability by the day. We frankly don’t want a person who can just remember his name. Barely. I don’t care about his brains. We are in India, for Christ’s sake. A hundred minds are out there, clamoring to take his spot. So, from tomorrow on, he doesn’t get reminded what to do. Period.”

Ali Abbas was happy. Technically, Bhaskar wasn’t a scapegoat. He was behind the technology, and he would face the axe.

But, no one knew. To the world, Ali was behind the technology and Bhaskar was an errant scientist. Everyone would know this as the truth. Everyone except one person. A person who’d wake up the next day and put seven sachets of coffee into his mug. He would know, but he wouldn’t realize.

***

I remember everything. You will not be wronged. WE, we will not be wronged. Our plan is perfect. No one can stop us. Just keep your other presences inside you. A little longer. Just a bit longer. I can guide us there. Have patience. Have faith. Have courage. We shall not lose. We can not lose. We are nearly there. Just a bit longer…

***

Vidya Kishore couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Her husband was behind the whole memory vault fiasco. She tried ringing him up, but his phone had been disconnected.

The family had been torn apart. She was here, with their children. And he was there. Only VLRC and he knew where. If this was a set up, VLRC wouldn’t tell her where he was. And, he wouldn’t remember-about his family or where he was.

She would be strong, for their children. Someday, Bhaskar would come back. She’d wait.

***

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5 Comments to “A Freudian Dream-I”

  1. Great Quizzard says:

    Bed wetting. Hmmm. Does it have anything with you peeing in your pants at school on Friday? 😉

  2. Great Quizzard says:

    Bed wetting. Hmmm. Does it have anything with you peeing in your pants at school on Friday? 😉

  3. Rach says:

    I DIDN’T PEE IN MY PANTS. IT WAS WATER.And no, it has nothing to do with that. It’s his tears which make his bed wet.

  4. Rach says:

    I DIDN’T PEE IN MY PANTS. IT WAS WATER.
    And no, it has nothing to do with that. It’s his tears which make his bed wet.

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