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Thursday, 3 November 2011

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D-Factor came to my dreams: Smriti Irani

It was a stark dark, one girl was sleeping on her bed in a relaxed posture with back side in front of me. Her age must not be more than 20 years and she must be most beautiful in the world. The house was quite it didn't creak. It didn't settle at night, didn't moan and shudder like other houses. Alone, in the cloying darkness of late winter evenings there would be couples, families, shut-ins and burglars all suffering the audible rebellions of Diwali firecrackers, pipes and walls and beams and roof slats. This girl suffered nothing. 

Night fell outside wrapping the street in gloom, but inside the cave she was safe and warm. The light changed but only from the glow of an invisible sun to the crystal shine from the lake which cast the walls in an undulating pattern of emerald, sapphire and diamond. The fox was bathing in the lake and crying in rythemic tone. ooooooooohhhhhh. The girl watched it swim, hypnotized by its stripes. In her dream the fox had been a little more tactile, like an enormous pet. This fox seemed to be a little too self-serving and she wasn't sure she wanted to keep it.

Outside there was the sound of laughter. It didn't sound very happy. The girl leaned back on the sofa and flicked through the channels on the TV. Reality show. Flick. Cookery program. Flick. Quiz show. Seen it before. Flick. What's the point? and finally she settled herself at Kyoki Saas bhi Kabhi Bahu thi.... "Oh this is the best serial I have seen and I like to see many more times. Smriti Irani is most beautiful girl in this world," the girl muttered.
The fox emerged from the lake and shook itself off. It padded over to the girl's sofa and lay on the floor at her feet. She reached down to stroke it but before his hand touched its damp fur she heard a gentle snoring and thought better of it. She didn't know much about foxes but she considered that even a tame one would not appreciate being woken up.

A noise outside startled her and she went to the window. Her window was a carved hole in the rock wall and provided a view of whatever she wanted. Until the noise there had been a vast plain that she had imagined was the surface of Jupiter. I still could not see her face but it must be very beautiful. The gases swirled and danced into the distance, hypnotizing her whenever she stared out. Among those gasses was the noise of the world outside. Now there was nothing but the cold, grey view of a suburban street.

One old man was walking on the street slowly coming to her house with a sharp knife in his hand. Due to stark darkness she could not identify the guy. But the guy was at least 4 times aged than her, she realized. However, the way he was walking was not normal and looked quite disturbing and fearful. Steadily he came on the lawns of the house. Voice was Tap tap tap tap... The girl saw near her sofa, fox was having a deep sleep. She realized that the old man came near to the lobby of her house walking towards the doors.

From window, she heard banging, hard and insistent like a devil was hammering on a door. It shook the house around her and made her scream for it to stop. She ran to the sofa and hugged his knees, rocking back and forth, trying to banish the violence and the noise. It didn't work. She ran up the stairs hoping to make it to the bedroom before anything bad could happen. Tears were streaming down her face when she reached the top of the stairs. She froze, her breath caught in her throat. The door at the end of the hall. The locked door. It was bulging. Where that morning there had been solid wood there was now an almost liquid form, rippling and breathing. It creaked like wood under pressure. She approached slowly, wanting nothing more than to dive into her bedroom and lock the door, but she was too scared. Handprints appeared in the door, like someone was pushing from the other side.
She screamed and ran back down the stairs where her innocent fox was waiting for her. When the fox saw her, his face changed dramatically and anger was flowed down on his face. The girl frightened and couldn't understand what she could do. And suddenly the door broke out. Oh... the old man entered the house from the back side the guy looked like demon.

That old man was laughing furiously "Ha ha ha ha ha.... again ha ha ha ha ha...." I could see him from the backside. Even I could not watch that beautiful teenager girl. Oh the old man started talking and the things started revealing. I could see the face of that beautiful girl. Oh to my amazement that was me. Oh no... how could I see myself was that a mirror? I could not understand. The old man started talking "Ha ha ha ha.... Smriti Irani, you RSS agent now where will you go? You represent the terrorist organization. Ha ha ha haa... now nobody can save you from me... and suddenly I could see that person's face... Oh it was a real demon... daanav... Arey... he was Diggy chhe..."

And suddenly, I woke up with a great fear in my heart. My heart was burning... it was beating like Maruti car's engine. I was sweating all through my body. Oh but the questions remained.... what happened to that beautiful girl? What did devil Diggy do her? Is she fine? Oh no! so many questions.
Tomorrow morning, interacting with media persons on the sidelines of Chhath Puja celebrations in Surat, Smriti Irani called Digvijay Singh (Diggy Chacha) a demon. She said "D for Diggy and D for Daanav (demon)".

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