Dreams of Delirium
I am wearing a long bow-tied green apron on loose-fitting saffron pajamas. A perfect blend of Owaisi & Yogi Adityanath! 😃 I lie down on a stretcher for the first time in my lifetime & ushered into a cold Operation Theatre. I am told by the Anesthetist that this will prick a bit as he injects the general anesthesia into the central line on my neck. I am out to dark silence before I can do a countdown to ten.
The dreams of delirium begin.
I order a Cheese Pizza with a plate of Maggi Noodles. The Pizza Cutter, a mechanized small saw, whirrs into action & cuts my ego & Sternum equally, with a buzz that I somehow feel. Blood flows out of the Pizza, like tomato puree onto the shaven chest. I quiz about the pending Noodles order. They are conjured off magically from within the chest by the Magician & the blocked arteries are plumbed new.
I go under the water as the sea engulfs me. I sink deep in the red blood sea without a sound. I feel like an Octopus with eight different pipes flailing from various orifices, as I sink to the bottom of the sea. No sound. No pain now.
I wake up to a dark tunnel, the real innards of the sea. I groggily open my eyes & slowly stagger to my feet. I start walking on a railroad in the dark lightless tunnel in the direction there is faint sunlight dawning. I walk faster as the light intensity increases. Suddenly there is a train hurtling towards me. Screaming, whistling, steaming with rage towards me. I am hypnotized & can’t go off the tracks & keep on walking towards it. Out of nowhere, the real Pushpa Raj, i.e. my late brother Raju, jumps ahead of the train & stops the train with a single hand & it hisses to a sudden stop. "Oo Bolega Ya Oo oo Bolega Saala" plays softly in the ICCU.
Out climbs Dr. Jagdish Mange & his team & asks me how am I feeling. I nod weakly as tears can’t stop from my eyes. Raju walks away with his greatest smile & his signature flip of the hair.
Dreams of Delirium could be driven by the pain-relieving Opioids or just memories stored somewhere deep within the crevices of a battered heart. They need to be relived with a fresh start.
Dreams of Delirium
I am wearing a long bow-tied green apron on loose-fitting saffron pajamas. A perfect blend of Owaisi & Yogi Adityanath! 😃 I lie down on a stretcher for the first time in my lifetime & ushered into a cold Operation Theatre. I am told by the Anesthetist that this will prick a bit as he injects the general anesthesia into the central line on my neck. I am out to dark silence before I can do a countdown to ten.
The dreams of delirium begin.
I order a Cheese Pizza with a plate of Maggi Noodles. The Pizza Cutter, a mechanized small saw, whirrs into action & cuts my ego & Sternum equally, with a buzz that I somehow feel. Blood flows out of the Pizza, like tomato puree onto the shaven chest. I quiz about the pending Noodles order. They are conjured off magically from within the chest by the Magician & the blocked arteries are plumbed new.
I go under the water as the sea engulfs me. I sink deep in the red blood sea without a sound. I feel like an Octopus with eight different pipes flailing from various orifices, as I sink to the bottom of the sea. No sound. No pain now.
I wake up to a dark tunnel, the real innards of the sea. I groggily open my eyes & slowly stagger to my feet. I start walking on a railroad in the dark lightless tunnel in the direction there is faint sunlight dawning. I walk faster as the light intensity increases. Suddenly there is a train hurtling towards me. Screaming, whistling, steaming with rage towards me. I am hypnotized & can’t go off the tracks & keep on walking towards it. Out of nowhere, the real Pushpa Raj, i.e. my late brother Raju, jumps ahead of the train & stops the train with a single hand & it hisses to a sudden stop. "Oo Bolega Ya Oo oo Bolega Saala" plays softly in the ICCU.
Out climbs Dr. Jagdish Mange & his team & asks me how am I feeling. I nod weakly as tears can’t stop from my eyes. Raju walks away with his greatest smile & his signature flip of the hair.
Dreams of Delirium could be driven by the pain-relieving Opioids or just memories stored somewhere deep within the crevices of a battered heart. They need to be relived with a fresh start.