05/Dec/2006. I have an in-person interview with Accenture, which is located at a small village off Ahmedabad. So I call Devendra (from TCS, who is in NO way related to Ahmedabad) and ask him about how to get to this place. He tells me exactly how to get there and also that he has a friend staying in that village whom I should call and talk to. I talk to the friend - a quick formal talk.

Cut to the time when I reach Ahmedabad. I hire a cycle rikshaw to take me to the village (Gurgaon has cycle rikshaws that I use to travel). We travel through the side gate of Walchand College of Engineering and go towards Vishrambaug. When I reach the village, I find myself getting off a Luna moped. I ask the driver how much I need to pay. He tells me that I should pay for 9 kms. I start to argue with him that it is only 7.5 kms and that I will not pay for 9 kms. I look at the odometer and think that he did not take the odometer reading when starting, so now there is no way to know how kilometers were actually clocked. I have it in my head that the charges are 5 rupees per kilometer. Finally, I agree to pay for 8 kms. (A link to Gurgaon again where taxis charge 5 or 6 rupees per kilometer)

I reach the house of Devendra's friend. Here Vaibhav appears around me. We get into the house and sit on the bed, but the sister of Devendra's friend sits between Vaibhav and me, which I find very awkward. I shift to the sofa near the bed.

Cut to the scene when I am in another room lying on a bed and with my legs casually wrapped around Devendra's friend's mom. At one point, she hints at that she may not be comfortable with this. But I speak freely to her and flirt around with her in a way that I would with elderly folks.

After a while, I go out of the house when music suddenly starts. I look up at the ceiling and see a speaker. I press a button on the wall and the speaker only gets louder. So I start to move away from there when I see an old lady to whom I try to explain something in Marathi. Many people inside a house start to laugh when they hear my Marathi - one of these persons is Ram Bhau (dad's friend).

Later, I take a house for staying on rent. This house is Mr. Bharadwaj's house. One fine day I am walking towards the house bare footed. There are a lot of small twigs with thorns in them which start to pierce my bare foot and even hands. These thorns are not that sharp, but they hurt none the less. So somehow, I get out of that area and sit on a parapet and remove all thorns from my right hand. Then Vaibhav comes and starts to push the twigs deeper into my left hand. I start to shout on her, but she refuses to stop.

... and then it was day break

03/Dec/2006. Vaibhav and I are at the stationary shop to buy a pencil eraser. The shopkeeper shows us some 2-3 white colored erasers wrapped in colored thin plastic, but all of them are used. There are the typical black smudges on the edges that result from already having used the erasers. I pick up the best looking eraser and also four card papers (having pouches) and walk away.

Back at home, Vaibhav is busy doing something and I am sitting next to her with the eraser and the four card papers. The idea that is going on in my head is that I would put the eraser in the pouch of the card paper and gift it to Vaibhav. So I write, "I love you" on the back of one of the card papers. Then I realize that I have already proposed to Vaibhav, so I dispose off this card paper. I take another card paper and write, "Will you marry me?" (In this dream, proposing by saying "I love you" is different from proposing for marriage).

... and then it was day break