The things that I usually love to do, and which I eventually do, doesn’t
really make much sense to other people and its fair enough because the things
that other people usually do and love to do, doesn’t make much sense to me
either. I am quite used to it anyway.
I dream around a lot, even when I am awake and when I look around,
I see tiny people squeaking ferociously near my feet, commanding me to get back to earth,
right now! But that’s when I am dreaming at daytime with eyes wide open. The funniest
dreams however, come when I am asleep and you don’t usually remember those
dreams after you wake up, thanks to the daily chores or other worthless reasons. But
if you manage to remember those dreams from your nap-time, they are quite fun.
The other day, I decided to take a stroll in Wimbeldon. I had
always loved that place because I had a curious attraction towards Tennis. My
friends said I didn’t have anything for Tennis but only for the women who
played Tennis. There isn’t much truth in that anyway, because they, the women
who play Tennis, look more attractive in the after parties.
The sky was blue and if I remember correctly it was around
February. As I approached the stadium, suddenly I heard uproar coming from inside the stadium which I happened
to be passing. It aroused my curiosity. The tournament doesn’t start until June.
It encouraged me to sneak in and fortunately there wasn’t any security either, so I helped myself in casually. After a few steps, I found myself standing in one of the corners
of the main court. The match was about to begin and nobody stopped me as I walked
straight into the court.
People aren’t allowed here! But wait, I had ball-boy uniform on! And
not only that, I also had a camera dangling from my neck. Sharapova and
Ivankovik walked in and picked their side and the match began. I got hit by a
few balls while I was busy looking around and by the end of first set, both of
them were furious at each other for some reason. They didn’t seem to quite care
about winning anymore. They approached the center net, apparently arguing about
a serious matter. I decided to take a closer look; curiosity is in my blood. I
crept up through the side where the referee was sitting on a raised chair and I
just stood underneath it. The issue was rather serious. It was about what the
tennis ball was made of. From a few words I caught, Sharapova thought it was
made of shredded cheese and Ivankovik said it was a live baby flamingo rolled
into a ball. I didn’t find any of them convincing, but silently, I wanted to
side with Sharapova because she was looking gorgeous at that moment.
Meanwhile, the referee had vanished, and suddenly a glittering
beam caught my eye and I saw Queen Elizabeth II had decided to take a stroll on
the grass of the Wimbeldon stadium because the lawn grass of Buckingham Palace
had turned blue in protest that the soldiers guarding the Buckingham Palace
should be allowed to twitch every twenty minutes.
It was all pandemonium. But the spectators had a different issue. It
appeared that, Fender, an insanely famous brand that makes insanely famous
guitars, had suddenly changed their Facebook profile picture to a Pokemon on
which, Eric Clapton had decided to dress in everything lime-green in protest
till it all went back to normal. But Fender was determined to have the Pokemon
in question as their brand ambassador as well.
Everything was chaos like it was apocalypse as predicted, and
there were also clear signs of a huge earthquake literally. The land beneath my
feet started to move and the Queen suddenly turned upside down and had started
walking on her hands to prevent the land from shaking beneath her feet which
apparently gave her diarrhea.
Everything shook wildly and everything turned real bright like a
real bad photographer had taken an overexposed photograph and suddenly
everything was quiet and I woke up with a jerk only to find the sun on my eyes.
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