So I find myself in Sydney, Australia - a place I've never had the desire to visit. It's past midnight and I'm walking down a promenade along the famous Bondi beach. The lights are bright, too bright for my strangely drowsy and almost drugged state. My limbs have never "felt" so numb and my tongue never this heavy. And the one thing on my mind is how the hell did I get here. Not just because Australia is a place I've never wanted to go or because it's a place I could never afford to go to (or any place else for that matter) or because I don't quite the recognise the person holding my hand and dragging me along the promenade. It's just the tiny matter of me not having a valid passport seeing as it expired a few months back!

So there I am in a place I have no desire to be in, feeling like my body and brain are made of little else but cardboard. And that's not the worst of it. It slowly dawns on me that the strange person who has been holding my hand all along and is now beginning to woo me by professing his undying love (with champagne, diamond ring and roses to boot) is actually Rahul Mahajan!

I've never woken up so quickly and one thing's for sure - I'm never going back to sleep again! I must have the cruellest subconscious - Rahul Mahajan for crying out loud!

It's amusing to realise though that the dream does make sense. Stuck in a place I hate with someone who evokes in me exactly the same feelings that a snake pit would. For I've been there, haven't I? :-)