the Thinker

Ok, so I have dared to login and post inspite of the deadline I assigned for myself this week. My IP seems to be hanging still. Am I sounding too personal? Yes, I am. Can't help, past few days have been 'HELL'! The scorching heat outside was not enough, a bout of viral fever accompained it.

Don't think I am trying to gather sympathy, but those of you who have had to work strenously during periods of ill health might understand. Anyways, I am on my way to recovery. I do not know how many of you missed my posts, but I can assure you, I definitely missed writing throughout all these days. Two more days...Final solution on the way..end of IP (if I dare call it one, again).

So bye guys, those of you who manage to drop in, promise I will try and be back soon (irrespective of the fact whether or not you guys are waiting for me, or not).

The pigeons were not enough for adding to my woe. We have a college which adds further to it. Well guys, I feel like killing myself while stating this - but this week and the week to follow, my active blog would somewhat become passive. Reason- I have my Investigative Project to work on. I will however try and drop in my comments whenever I get a shred of time. Till then Sayonara, stay well and keep blogging! hmppp!!

Cautionary Warning - This for people who are animal lovers, the creature whose antics and activities I am going to describe in this post is not of a friendly nature, so it is perfectly natural that you might find this post offending. My advice to you is think before you start reading.

My warning is also to people who are only lovers, and consider the creature to be some kind of eternal messenger of love, incapable of causing harm to anybody. I would say, high time we reconsider facts. Please read with your own discretion.

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Do I sound formidable? If I do, believe me there has to be a very good reason for it.This post is different from the other posts that I have written so far mainly because I am not dedicating it to a serious issue or a topic that interests me, but to a pertinent problem that has been worrying me off late.

I am sure when I start explaining the nature of my problem, half of you might hold your tummies tight and laugh your lungs out or some of you might simply advise me to, "grow up!"

I would prefer to ignore any of the mentioned reactions to this post as this point of time as I am plain, "FRUSTRATED!" Ok, Ok enough of whining (something that I myself detest). Lets get straight to the problem. PIGEONS! I never thought they could be so irritating.

It has been nearly 9 months since I have been living in an apartment with 4 of my college classmates, in Chennai. We are doing a course in journalism, most of the weekdays we stay out of hostel, therefore the weekends are a kind of supposed respite from work (we have separate assignments for weekends). Also it means home-cooked food (which is mostly prepared by me).

In these 9 months we have had little teeny-weeny problems with one of our flatmate, (I mentioned her one of my previous posts). But these inmates (pigeons) have started causing disturbance only recently, and I must say they are definitely more irritable.Wondering how? Let me explain.

There is this circular opening in our kitchen, I guess it is a space where one can fix an exhaust fan or some pipe or something, of that kind. It has now become an opening for these creatures to repeatedly flutter in and flutter out of the kitchen, when I am cooking.

Now our gas stove is placed right under the opening. So when these 'benevolent and peaceful' creatures flutter in, their feathers and other stuff (you know what I mean, don't you, read the title?), drop right on the stove. Now imagine me cooking something on the stove, maybe my favorite dish, and it getting garnished with pigeon feathers and I hate to say this, pigeon excreta!

So everytime, I am cooking I have to keep my ears and eyes open and constantly keep looking up to see that my fellow inmates don't plan to fly over my food stuff.A pain in the neck, literally and otherwise also.

Some of you might contend saying, "Why not shift the position of the gas to another place?" Well, thanks to the short gas pipe we have, the thing cannot be moved an inch from where it now rests.

I was still slightly relaxed, most of these fellow inmates of mine tend to restrain themselves from their flying exercises when they see me staring at them, ready to shoo them off.Yesterday, one of these fellows decided to show his/her guts to me.

I was under the gas, cooking (you might have guessed), when this fellow suddenly stoops down and stared at me from the hole above. I felt a slight unease, a feeling of being watched closely and looked up instinctively.

The fellow stared directly into my eyes. After sometime it dissapeared. However, as my senses were returning to a normal state, the fellow suddenly zoomed down right over the gas and my head, and landed on the kitchen floor right before me.

It nicely strolled in front of my eyes at a distance of 2 foot steps on the floor, pluming its feathers proudly.As I started to run behind it, it walked off gracefully and flew out through the verandah which is right next to the kitchen.

Now, this fellow decided to do something remarkable. It perched back on the opening above me and zoomed down again, and flew out of the verandah again.This continued repeatedly for some time. His antics almost reminded of those sliders we have in chidren's parks where, you climb up, then slide down and then run back to que up again for another slide.

I ran for a lid for my curry every time his majesty decided to try his aerial powers.When my friend returned home and asked me why was I upset, upon knowing the reason, she did what few of you might be doing now, that is to laugh.

After some time she came up with this brilliant idea/joke that since pigeons are commonly known as messengers of love, they might have brought a message from some distant admirer. I would have been flattered had I not been really agitated.

To be very frank if it would had really been the case (that of a distant admirer), I would gone and thrashed the guy up for ruining my curry, with those love birds of his. Anyways, till now the situation is not very much under control, I do not what to do...if anyone has any suggestions to make, feel free to do so.

Byways, the two categories of people whom I left a warning for, right at the beginning, please consider my condition (and plight, if I may be allowed to say so) before commenting.

I do not how many of you (as I am not sure whether hindi serials are as popular in South as they are in the other parts of the country), watch the 'K' series. For those who do not know, 'K' series is a popular denotation for the Balaji brand of serials always starting with the letter ' K '.

I remember few years back when they launched a serial called ' Kyunki Saans bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi, '(When translated -'Since the mother-in-law was also a daughter-in-law some time back' ), the entire nation, and mostly women (maximum housewives, dadimas etc) glued themselves to their T.V sets and watched eagerly.

I shall not conceal the fact that when the serial began I too was an avid watcher but over the time the serials lost their charm. Today I am fed up of an excessive 'K' dose and also the 'J' dose( ' Jassi jaisi Koi Nahin ' ). But I know people who still watch such serials religiously.

Somehow, even these serials are altogether a different breed from the serials like 'Bold and the Beautiful' or for that matter 'Santa Barabara,' which were launched by Star,when for the first time they came to India. I definitely do not mean that the english variety showcased by Star plus then, was very different from the hindi variety they are feeding their audiences now.But the cultural dose is definitely different - in the sense, you shall not find those extended rituals, colourful 'zardosis' etc. in the english variety.

However,in a way, all these serials somewhere, share the same platform. A ultra-rich family of businessmen, a scheming mother, a good-hearted father (or vice-versa), a handsome son (most of the times-the hero) with a heart of gold (surprisingly his mother's genes never gets into him!), a middle-class girl, who cakes up her face with make up (and looks good enough for the handsome guy to fall for her), a house full of aunts, uncles, cousins (too much of population expansion!Phew!).

Then came along a slightly different variety, a year back I guess- called 'Jassi Jaisi koi Nahin' (translation again - ' There is no one like Jassi ,').Heard the tale of 'The ugly duckling?' Well, Jassi is somewhat a similar story, which seemed refreshing at first but now it is as stale as possible (according to me, i.e.).

However I still keep wondering what fetches these serials viewers. Certain common and recurrent trends that could be noticed among most of these serials are catalogued below.Feel free to contradict if you guys do not agree:

1. Most of the serials ( ' K ' series and the like ) have the guiy from a rich family and the girl from a middle-class family.

2.Most of the times the Guy's mother is the villian, she rejects the girl as she wants her son to marry the girl whom she likes ( who later turns out to be the villian most of the times).

3.The heroine is most of the time "adarsh" ( cultured, rooted in values) and "sanskari" (rich in her principles), opposed to the vamp (mother's choice, aha!), who hates the guys' huge family, and wants him to break apart from it. Byways, some of our old hindi films are similar in this respect- I don't now whether you folks have heard of this movie- 'Dulhan Wahi Jo Piya Man Bhaye?' (Translation - 'The Perfect bride is the one whom the Guy likes'). Don't get scandalised I have simply heard about the movie and not seen it.

4.Suddenly in between the story goes off track - the guy might killed and the family mourns for a temporal period, immediately after that - plans for the heroine's remarriage begin.

5. Surprise! Surprise! Actually the hero never died, he comes back on public demand and claims his wife back. (Sometimes I wonder whether these are zombies or not!).

6.Incase, he comes back he would always be suffering from Amnesia -"main kaun hoon, kahan hoon," (Who am I, where am I), and stuff. The peculiar part is the frequency with which he loses his memory, one car accident, one blow on his head-that's enough! I remember I fell from the bed several times during my childhood, wish could have lost my memory at least once, then I could told my mother " I don't remember what is homework? What is it actually? "

7. Incase, the hero actually dies, which is a near impossibility, a duplicate is ready to enter the scene. Sometimes I wonder whether the Balaji tribe believes that duplicates are found in wholesale and retail markets, you can get one whenever you need one.This one also applies for the heroine.

8. Other aspects of the plot - one character will be having an inevitable affair, notwithstanding the fact that his wife is an epitome of virtue.

9.Atleast one rape is bound to happen in the household, as it is believed that the TRP's jump when such a thing happens.

10.Final move, when mothing moves forward in the serial - one common step - go 20 years in advance. The hero-heroine's children grow up and they have their own affairs and move forward in a similar pattern till the prducer decides that the serial should fast forward to another 20 years.

11.Ps- one common trend of Balaji serials, you shall always hear one or another song from Tusshar Kapoor's (Balaji head, Ekta Kapoor's brother), movie as a theme song in the background. Whether you like it or not, it shall unfailingly play.

12. And ofcourse, how could I forget the inevitable ' K ' with which every serial begins. Films too seem to be following the trend, especially Karan Johar and Rakesh Roshan's camp.

So that's the entire bandwagon- want respite- you have the remote. Next channel - Sony - "Today's highlights" - 'KKusum.'

I do not know whether you have similar experiences to narrate or not, but I remember one of my friend's, telling me about an incident which occured to her a few years back.This is her speaking-"A few years back, when I was rushing out of the house as I was already late for a crucial examination (back in school), I sneezed while moving out of the main door.

"Stop!" Said a voice from behind me. I almost jolted due to the impact of the voice. I looked back and saw my grandmother standing with a dead serious expression on her face. I counteracted it with my own frustration. "What? I have to go, I am late for the exam." I shouted back.

"You sneezed just now, it's a bad omen, not an auspicious moment for you to move out of the house, wait for 5 minutes and then move on," she said. I felt like banging my head against the wall. Which century is she residing in? So much of superstition. You would be appalled to know that I never contested further and with a sullen face decided to wait till five minutes. The result- I reached the examination hall late, could not finish my paper." Her narrative ended and left me wondering how auspicious did the 5 minute wait turn out to be.

I won't blame her grandmother, because I have seen young people who are qualified enough, observing similar notions. Superstitions are something probably innate in most of our characters. Sometimes we ourselves prefer to believe in certain superstitions mainly because it may be in accordance to our wish.

There is a popular Bengali superstition (weird as well), that when you are making an a statement, say for example- "I am sure that my boyfriend is cheating me and going around with my friend," and a wall-lizard speaks out ( I am sure most of you might have heard that strange sound they make, they have door-bells like those nowdays, goes 'tic-tic-tic'), the assumption that the person has made might be true afterall.

(So beware the next time when you make such a comment on your 'dear one,' check out that none of those lizards are around). Well, that could have been (I am being fair enough guys therefore am saying 'could have been')just a mere coincidence (incase the lizard has not caught you red-handed).

Another very common one, a black cat crossing the road when we are driving. Our driver would press sudden brakes and all of us are pushed to the front. The guy even if told hundreds of times, won't move ahead.Even if you tell him that "my mother is in the hospital, on her deathbed please move ahead," or that "my girlfriend is going to New York today and shall return only after 3 years, please move ahead or I shall not be able to see her till before she leaves," he shall move only after another vehicle crosses the same road.

The consequence - either the mother must have died, God forbids! Or the girlfriend must have left and handed a note to her friend for the guy saying that she does not want to see his face again. Sad cases both,but waiting for the other vehicle to cross turns out to be a bad omen, don't you guys think so.

Don't worry, I shall not catalogue the entire list of superstitions that I have heard of or I know of. Just one last one which I chose to ignore and unfortunately suffered in return. I was advised not to eat an egg before an exam and I did not listen. So my paper went bad. After that never again did I dare touch an egg, before some interview or exam. Not that I am 'superstitious' but, what's the point taking a risk? Don't you guys agree?

How many times have you looked at your handwriting and thought that, "Oh my God! my 'd ' and 'b' look the same," or that "my 'h' looks like 'n'," or maybe that "my 's' looks like '5' or vice versa?" Meanwhile, I am speaking strictly about people who think this way or suffer wishing that their handwriting could be rectified in some way.

Did you ever think this way, "Why isn't there much difference between my 'h' and 'n' ?" Or perhaps why are all my letters are more or less of the same length. How many of us sit and think that why do we write our words curved towards the right left or steady and straight? Atleast I don't.

Wondering whether I am talking "Greek?" Don't worry, I am far too lazy to learn that, for me translations would do. But I am sure most of you guys must have heard of the term 'handwriting analysis' some time while you were in high school, college or university.

One of our faculty members actually analysed one our classmates handwriting yesterday, which made me ponder whether it is possible to know how a person is by glancing carefully the way his words are carved. Well I am not a handwritng analyst myself, but whatevver our faculty member said, from that I gathered some idea about what kind would a person be if he/she would have a particular kind of handwriting.

Here are a few things I learnt:

1. If you write words in a way that not much difference is there in the length of the letters, it represents that you are more or less even tempered. For eg, if you write your words in a way that your 'a' and 'b' are nearly equally tall, then you are pretty even tempered.

2. Whereas if the opposite is true for your handwriting, that your 'b' towers above the other small letters, you might be very moody.

3.If you have a very straight writing, you might be very disciplined in whatever you do.

4.Curved writings could be a symbol of one's creativity.

5.If all your ' i ' is always dotted without failure and your 't' is always clearly striked at the top (once again without failure, which if had not been the case then your 't' might have looked like an 'l'), then it represents your cautious nature. That means you tend to keep your things carefully without losing too much. Could also be a subtle hint towards the fact that you are pretty possessive about certain things in life.

6. The opposite to this might mean that you have a carefree attitude(you must have guessed that), more relaxed, someone choosing to go along the flow.

7. Those who have an incomprehensible handwriting, are believed to have a very complex character, maybe very mysterious, and do not like revealing about themselves too much.

Meanwhile, all these observations are not my own. Also I do not guarantee that they might be true for you if some of the characteristics mentioned above go with your handwriting. if you are wondering which category do I fall into after providing so many explanations, I am sorry that cannot be revealed for the moment not because I am using a computer font, or because I have an incomprehensible writing, but because I have not got my handwritng analysed till now.

Yesterday a famous political thinker, Prof.Smith came to our college to speak on one of the most sensitive issues in our country-guess which one? Secularism. He spoke on a wide range of topics starting from VHP's Hindutva agenda to group indentities. He tried to explain concepts of secularism and belief systems of various religions across the world by providing humourous examples.

I will state one of them, he spoke about an incident in Northern Ireland where as all of you know, the war between Catholics and Protestants has transformed into ancient his'troy.' So this guy went to Northern Ireland (some part I do not remember which region), and went to a shoe-polisher. The shoe-polishman asked him a fundamental question in context of the his'troy' of the area. Following was the conversation:

Shoe-polishman : " Sir, please do not mind my asking but are you a Protestant or a Catholic?"

The man: "Hey jolly fellow! I am neither because I am an atheist."

The Shoe-polisher was not satisfied and asked: "But sir, are you a Catholic athiest or a Protestant athiest?"

You might find that to be a bad joke but then it contains the very crux of the problem of secularism. Secularism is intricately connected to our religious identities. I do not know your definition of 'religion' but personally I feel that religion refers to faith in a power who is above us all. To propitiate him/her, we worship our chosen God. It is something that is supposed to provide us peace. Whereas when we say that we are a HIndu, or a Muslim or belong to some other community, we refer to our group identity. To me both the concepts are very different from one another, though I do not disagree that both are interconnected.

When L.K Advani harps on the fact that he is secular and to him 'secularism' means to fight for the majority, which is the Hindu community in India, he, as per my opinion makes a grave mistake (quite knowingly) i.e, he talks about the group identities of the individuals.

Whenever the norms of so-called "Hinduism" is violated, a ruckus is created by the BJP and RSS, may it something as trivial as Valentine's Day celebration in Mumbai. I might not be sounding objective, but I feel that magnification of such trivial issues create the kind of disturbance we had in Gujarat two years back.

No, I am definitely not saying that burning a train full of people is trivial, but blaming it on another community and precipitating a bloody massacre is a crime.During our course we had many researchers who came to talk on the Babri Masjid issue. What they found is, till date there is no solid proof of the conjecture that Babri Masjid was constructed on Lord Rama's birthplace.

But even if now the issue is proved that the entire demolition was a farce (which is a very remote possibility), the damage has already been done.The issue I am writing on is an endless issue, there are innumerous angles to it. An excuse which the 'Hindu' politicians of our country often bring up is the fact that the minority population is going on increasing because of their religious customs, one of which allows them 4 marriages.

I wonder how many people can afford 4 marriages in today's educated civil society, owing to the kind of budget we are having every year. Atleast, among the educated masses I have not seen such cases. Even an Azharuddin had to divorce his first wife before a second marriage, even though he could have afforded all 4.The labour classes have a completely different philosophy behind having a huge family. But that they would do irrespective of whichever community they belong to.

My contention is that we should keep our group identity as a Hindu, Muslim, Christian or any other; separate from whatever we have faith in. I am sure people might be having their own idea of what they understand by 'secularism.' I see as an equal right to all the citizens of a nation. If you are a Hindu, and ask me whether you should or should not worship cows, I would simply tell that person that, ofcourse he can because as a citizen he has a fundamental rights. he has the freedom to practice his religion (till it does not become offensive for other religions).

Similarly, if a Muslim asks me that his religion sanctions beef-eating and whether he should do so or not. I would say the same for him.

I have always had a problem with the concepts of love marriage and arranged marriage. People keep arguing all their lives for the camps they belong to. People supporting love marriages think that chosing a partner all by oneself provides one more confidence. It gives us time to know the person well. I would not completely agree with that, since I have seen couples who have stuck to each other for 3-4 years, and finally called it quits. The reason - even after 3-4 years they feel they are not made for each other.

One popular excuse I have often heard from my friends (all girls), is that the guy won't demand dowry if it is a love marriage. Another misconception. I have also heard about couples who were so deeply in love with each other, that caste, creed, religion, nothing posed as a barrier in their relationship. But when it came to marriage, the guy's family demanded a hefty amount owing to the fact that the chap is from IIT, Madras. The guy sat quietly when an atrocious amount of 20 lakhs of rupees was demanded by his family.The girl too was an MBBS from Ahmedabad, but it does not matter, afterall she is the bride, so naturally her family has to pay.Love does not count in such cases. The match broke.

Other cases where dowry has not been a villian, things turn sour after marriage because of ideological differences mentioned earlier. A couple celebrating every Valentine's day together, felt after marriage that they simply do not "gel." So a divorce followed. The issue is topical enough to demand the status of the cover story in one of the top Indian magazines.

If you guys are feeling that I am exhaling venom, let me assure you all that I am not a cynic, as far as, the concept of true love goes. People are there in this world (whom I know well) who have loved each other in a manner, that a major segment of the present generation might find hard to believe.

Now a bit of word about arranged marriage. The first bone of contention that crops up when we discuss arranged marriage is the problem of knowing the person. You meet a person through some remote phone number in the matrimonial column or maybe through a relative. You do not know how the person is. You wonder what kind of person he/she shall be. If you are a believer that top brands, though costly, work the best in the long run; then you are the one to say 'yes' to a MBA with a seven figure salary. If you are a guy you might not ask for more (by "more" I am definitely not including cash) if the girl is doctor, maybe working in Apollo. Or if she is working with a top advertising agency, a bit of good looks and a slim figure might be all you can ask for.

Girls too look out for similar attributes (generally). Good looking, handsome, rich, qualified. At a point one almost feels that she is carving her own image of Cinderella's dream prince (who might or might not exist). Well, if you had an arranged marriage your guy is your dream prince, lucky you! If you are a guy and got one of the fairy princesses for a wife, congrats again.

Parents generally have more experience of a married life, and therefore stress that they make the right choice for their children.Sometimes things might turn out the way they desire, sometimes they might not. But, believe me, good guys and girls do exist who listen to their parents and marry. I would not contest the fact that many of them do live the rest of their lives peacefully with their chosen mates.

I will not be cynical about all love marriages as well. There have been couples who have met each other in more exciting ways than Raj met Simran in the movie DDLJ.They did live happily ever after (so far). With that note I shall wind up this never ending debate. The fields open for all of you to express your opinion.

I do not know how many of you think that language can pose as a barrier in comprehension of thoughts between two people, say a Tamilian and a Gujarati. Or for that matter a Bengali and a Marathi? I am myself a Bengali, born in Gujarat, shifted to Kolkata at the age of 12 and right now in Madras, completing my course in Journalism.

I have already come face to face 3-4 languages in the process. Each language has a distinct essence and 'accent' of its own.When I was in Gujarat, in school we had to give this dictation test for Gujarati. Most of the students would hide the textbook under their desks and cheat throughout the exams. I shall not boast that I was a "good girl." When the test became unbearable I had to deviate from Gandhiji's preachings (as you all know, Gujarat is intrinsically connected to him) and follow the practice of my classmates.

My mother often tells me that when she was newly married and came to Gujarat with my father, where he was settled and was working, one major problem that she faced was the language. Interactions with the vegetable vendors were especially painful experience for the tongue.

My mother would ask for 1 kg potatoes and the vendor would keep asking whether she wants "ringan" ('brinjals' in Gujarati). One solution to the problem was to point out to the vegetable one wants to buy. But a shortlived solution as, when there is a crowd of customers, the seller does not have time to look at the person who is fingering towards a vegetable, just because he/she does not know what to call it in Gujarati.

However, several years down the line, when me and my mom both became sufficiently fluent with Gujarati, Dad decided to move on to Kolkata. I am a Bengali, but brought up more as a Gujju all my life. So when I got admitted to a school in Kolkata, the first hurdle I faced was that I had to master reading and writing Bengali, within six days of my admission.

Shock waves followed. My first semester was scheduled within six days of my admission. I somehow managed to read and write Bengali, only I remember how. After completing college in Kolkata I go selected for a journalism course in Chennai. Chennai was a completely different experience altogether.

Our college is more of a cosmopolitan sphere, where interactions between people is never thwarted because of language problems. The problem is with, you guessed it right, when you try to deal with the rick drivers.

I found myself at a loss of words when for the first time I communicated with an auto driver in Chennai. Having spoken languages with a Sanskritic base so far, my first encouter with a Dravidian language was a disaster. Over these ten months though I have somehow managed to handle a little bit of tamil as a language, I am still not an expert with it.

However, that does not stop me from liking the Tamilian rituals and customs. I like Tamil movie songs. Some of them are really melodious. I heard this instrumental piece by Illayaraja called 'How to name it,' which appealed to my senses in its own special way.

Thought the language part of it was missing in it but still it had a special appeal of its own. Music according to me is one such sphere which can connect people who cannot communicate to each other through words.I find communication works its best at music.

Somehow till now, I feel I could have made a better animation expert rather than a journo. My reason for asserting this is my personal love for animation films.
Sounds kiddish? I always believe that every person has a child within him, whichever age he attains. Therefore, perhaps, Shakespeare spoke of old age as a "second childhood" of a person. Shakespeare presents a more pessimistic image of a man with brittle bones, ready to collapse in the grave. But my idea of childhood is more energetic, creative and one that speaks of maximum freedom for the mind and the heart.
I don't know how much you guys agree with me, but cartoons like 'Tom and Jerry' and animations like 'Lion King'appeal to the most basic emotions that a man can identify with. Pleasure and joy.I don't know about everyone, but till now I jump when I watch a Tom and Jerry cartoon. I laugh every time Tom ends up making a fool of himself and gets defeated by little Jerry.
Similar thing is with animations. Once again this is a subjective thought, but personally I feel that movies like Lion King, Alladin, The Road to El Dorado have an edge over real movies with real actors. Just imagine how do the animators make those figures move so meticulously so that they look as realistic! Whereas for a human actor its easy to follow directions and act.
I would have loved to make one such animation where all my imagination can follow its own dictate, without anyone to stop me and say, "rules are rules and you must follow them."

Inspired by one of my friend's posts in her blog I am writing on dreams. She has narrated on her blog, http://varshahere.blogspot.com, about a dream of hers, and questioned regarding the relevance of the dream.

Back in College we studied a bit of psychology where we were taught some part of Feudian analysis of dreams.

So I am jotting down a few things which I remember of having read about Freud's ideas about dreams:

If you are sleeping at in a position that stress falls on your neck, you might dream that you are being strangled.

If you dream about a king and a queen then it might mean that you are thinking about your parents, or maybe missing them.

If you are angry with someone on whom you did not shout at the point your anger was at its peak and the person (who angered you) was in front of you, you might dream that you are discharging your anger on someone.

Freud also spoke about his own analysis about dreams. He once went to get diagnosed by a doctor he did not have faith in. At night he dreamt about the doctor with a long beard, whereas in real life the doctor did not have any beard.

So the next time you dream any similar dream, those might be the possible reasons which lead you to dream what you dreamt. Thats as per Mr.Freud.