This morning I woke up from a horrid dream. Penelope Cruz and Salma Hayek were there, even Antonio Banderas was in it, and yet it was a nightmare! It started with me taking a stroll on an extremely crowded street, like Karve road is, and just enjoying the freshly emitted pollutants. When all of a sudden, a sleek, black, Italian car swerves through the traffic, and as I watch enviously, it stops right in front of me after an elaborate skid, and I say to myself, in my head of course, "SHOW OFF!" Before I get time to think any further, the doors swing open and a strong, hairy hand pulls me inside the car, and no one around offers to help (yes I notice trivial issues even in such dire situations) . I look around to find Salma Hayek and Penelope Cruz staring at me with a weird grin. I look ahead to see who is driving us and where we are going, but to my horror there is no driver, the car is working automatically (bloody Italian technology, competing with the Germans!). The weird grins turn into evil laughs! Salma and Penelope start conversing with one another in Spanish, not knowing that I'm learning the language too ( ha ha suckers!!). But, their accent is too strong and their speed is too fast for me to decipher what exactly they said. So much for false spanish pride! What I did understand from their serious tone was that they were pissed off!
I look out of the window, constantly telling myself, "Relax, you just won some competition, they are taking you to the Oscars as a special guest." However, I notice that the only restaurant I can see outside is Taco Bell! I suddenly realise how hungry I am. I think to myself that maybe I will ask Salma and Penelope for a quick snack, in spanish to impress them. I think hard. Harder. In vain. Can't form a sentence, so I supress my hunger. The car suddenly stops. Penelope and Salma poke me from the side, signalling me to get out of the car. I feel a dry, hot breeze on my face and look around to find myself in a place that looked a lot like the set of Desperado. I hear footsteps, so I look up and find Antonio smiling at me while eating a taco. He moves aside, to expose a dug up grave. Utterly shocked, I slowly move closer to the grave to read what is written on the headstone, and I scream in horror to read the following words,
' Shweta Shahade
1987-2007
This is what you get for not attending Span........'
At this point I woke up. Most of my friends analysed this as a pre-exam anxiety, but I think it was plain old hunger!
Oh yes! If you all are wondering whose strong, hairy hand it was afterall, it was Salma. Go watch Frida, you won't blame me for thinking this way after you see her eyebrows in that movie!!!!