Thursday, November 18, 2010

Sid dreams a little dream

I came home from work to find Sid writhing hideously around the room in front of the television. The thrashing limbs, glazed eyes and scrunched up face signaled my worst fear - the idiot box had finally fried his brain, he was having a seizure!  I rushed to him and shook him hard, "Look at meeee, look at me", I screamed, "You're going to be ok"! His shuddering stopped as he looked at me like a fly he would have liked to swat, "I am ok", he said rather coldly, and turned his attention back to the television, breaking into convulsions again.  This rather off-handish treatment was something I wasn't used to, since I am generally the person who metes it out generously to Sid. I turned to the tv and found a grey shimmery mass slithering across it, and then a word float across, "Hisss".  I turned back to Sid and said, "Mallika Sherawat...really? You were imitating her?"!  He gazed at me and shrugged tiredly like even an explanation was  an effort, "Bubz, she has a dream. I'm not sure what it is, but I respect her for it. Even if that dream is to make movies like this abominable mess of a film, but she seems to genuinely enjoy it. That's what matters".  I stared at him in disbelief, "You got that profound thought from that twit slithering around"?, I asked, jerking my thumb at Mallika glaring at us with her grey contacts.  He shrugged his shoulders and muttered enigmatically, "There's inspiration all around".

That's Sid. Finding inspiration all around! "I could have been a lawyer, bubz", he said after he subjected me to a charged-up rendition of Jack Nicholson in "A Few Good Men". I was bellowed at when I asked him the truth about if he had eaten up Rishan's (my nephew's) M&M's from the fridge - "You want the truth...you can'ttt handle the truth"! Which was then meekly followed by "He won't notice, he has so many!"

Another time, he showed me a narrative series of pictures- a sort of monologue in photographs, where he, the protagonist, was being beaten up.  Since he couldn't find anyone to play the bad guy he managed to make it look like a hand (his own) was flying at him from the corner of the picture while his head went flying the other way, eyes bulging, face contorted in pain, cheeks sucked in.  "Doesn't it look like I'm really being beaten up by another person?", he questioned me excitedly, "God, I'm a good photographer...such convincing pictures"! Thankfully, this selection never formed part of his portfolio!

On most days he's a professional golfer in the making, the air thick with exclamations of "I was this close to getting a birdie" or "I was really blasting my driver today" or "Jaipreet lost to me again in the first nine itself"!  Sometimes he thinks he's on Masterchef, inspired to make me dinner, setting the scene with a glass of wine which he stylishly sips while cooking, sloshing some into the saucepan, whisking some herbs in, chopping onions deftly (always fold your fingers in slightly, that's what we real chefs do!) all the while singing along to the music he's put on to accompany the cooking. "Bubz, I will open my own restaurant some day", he beams, waving to me with a saucy spatula from the kitchen.  At other times, he'll drag me to the computer, showing me a picture of a sunny villa in Goa that he thinks we can get a really good deal on. "We'll run our own villa as a guesthouse! We'll retire to Goa, renovate this Portuguese villa and run it as a charming little inn.  You write, I'll take photographs...it will be perfect" (I have to admit, that's one dream I'm on board with!).

Sid reminds me of when you were asked as a kid, "What do you want to be when you grow up?"  One day you're an astronaut, the next day you're a doctor or a scuba diver.  You tend to curb that dreaming as you grow up, but fortunately some people like Sid, still remind us why it's so much fun to do just that...dream.  He's getting to do what he loves doing and of course making tons of other plans along the way, and there's not a day that I'm not entertained and I will reluctantly admit that I'm impressed with the sudden words of wisdom he throws at me at the most unexpected times.  Tomorrow marks three years of being "legally" wed to him and I hope that the years to come will be as interesting as they have been. Watching Sid jump around while watching Glee and shrieking "Dream On" along with Neil Patrick Harris and Matthew Morrison, I think - how apt!

Happy anniversary baby...I love this song and always think of you when I hear it. Taylor Hicks' version is better but I heard Sam Cooke's version first so it's the original for me...you thrill me, honest you do...

10 comments:

Saurabh said...

Excellent Post Reem.. & Happy Anniversary Guys!... Cheers!

Chhandita said...

Happy Anniversary Reem...seems like yesterday you came to work and told me about Sid!! Time sure flies...

Reem said...

Thanks both. Chhandita that was almost 6 years ago, wow!

Isha Negi said...

That has been beautifully written as always...nothing can be a better gift..than gift of words...Happy Anniversary guys...wish you get what you dreamt for .. :)

Reem said...

Thank you Isha...not so sure about the gift of words, he might prefer a gift of a more material nature...a new camera perhaps!

Richa said...

The blog had me in splits again (Drawing inspiration from "HISS"..God Forbid....Heehee. Wish both of you a wonderful Anniversary and many more funnier times to come :-) Enjoy!

Urooj said...

Awesome post, Reem! Your words portray Sid so well. And, of course, happy anniversary!!

Reem said...

Thanks very much all. And Urooj, it just seems like yesterday I bumped into the two of you at TC...encased in a swirl of smoke! "Excuse me do you have a light?" hahahah

khandelwal said...

Reem I had called to wish both of you but you were asleep.it was rather early due to time difference. Hope Sid realizes that this is better than a camera

Anand said...

The GOA inspiration is from GOLMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL ...3