Saturday, January 09, 2010
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A writer can write only as the long as the pen holds ink, or the lead is not broken?
- Or for as long as he can think?
A singer can sing only as long as he has his voice?
- Or for as long as there is music in his soul.
A driver can go only as long as his fuel lasts?
- Or for as long as there is direction in his life to get there.
A dreamer can only dream more doozies only as long as her most cherished dream is not shattered.
- Or for as long as she can does not crush it herself.
The ink may fade, but it is only running out.
The table will shake, but it is only getting old.
The path may be blocked with obstacles, preventing only the flowing of the ink, or the sharpening of the lead, but it will clear.
All this only as long as you hold on to your pen, hold on to your writing table, the connection stays, the "ME" in you lives.
Hold on to your nerves, hold the thread and hold the belief, the "DREAM" in you lives.
If there is something that you really need, the whole world will conspire to get it to you, but you need to hold on to the world for it to get that thing to you. You need to exist in that world.
Writing is only a medium, thinking is the thread.
Driving is only a medium, direction is the thread.
Singing is only a medium, music is the thread.
Achieving is only a medium, dream is the thread.
That line on that picture between “My pencil” and the “Source pencil” is my thread, that which I cling on to, refueling my ink or sharpening my lead to keep my dream alive, to be part of this world to get THAT THING to me.
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Friday, December 11, 2009
Alone times are good but they necessary are not lonely times.
They say, you can feel lonely even in a crowd, but I am not talk about being lonely in a crowd. I am going to talk about not feeling lonely when being a-lone.
Being alone is about a lot of time to think about yourself.
Being alone is about pampering yourself with an extra dose of chocolate pastry without feeling sinful about it.
Being alone is about not having to strike a "just-for-the-sake-of-it" conversation just to avoid some awkward silences.
Being alone is about sitting lost in thought recuperating about past, present and future.
Being alone is sitting on the lawn reading a book sipping a favourite drink not being mindful of the surroundings or the time of day.
Being alone and liking it means not complaining about waiting an extra 15 mins while waiting on a Queue.
Being alone and enjoying one's own company is about not having to reach out to the mobile to read old SMS Inbox and Sent Items.
Being alone and loving it is about not wishing for anyone not even your best friend to call and disturb your private time.
Being alone is about cherishing old dreams, dreaming new doozies, imagining a "pending" dream coming true and living it in your mind.
Being alone is all about feeling good, blessed, depressed, scared and all of it at the same time.
I had one of my alone times today.
Watching musical fountain show lost in thought watching water, music flow in joy for over an hour, waiting for more than 20 minutes for Pizza without fretting and fuming, eating pizza by the lawn reading a book on iTouch, long walk back in a pleasantly cold night, all of this alone and all the while thinking about many things in life, the good times, the proud successes, the sorrowful failures, the heart breaking events, the soul-stirring moments, the broken promises, the scared to death times, these circles and how their boundaries merged and opened, and about how this list is never going to end as long I have a dream alive just with myself alone.
I had my alone time today after about over a year and enjoyed it. It is nice to do this at the end of a day, within the four secured walls of what I call work-place (though I don't work at this office every day) without having to think about safety and do the thing that I want any time of the day.
Post dedicated to this guest blogger who featured in my blog, a while ago, and to this "DREAMER" that the soul lives in.
Saturday, October 03, 2009
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The Indian Dream
A cliched topic it seemed, right from essay writing competitions, oratorical and elocution competitions, most students have grown up writing or going on stage with this topic many a time and so have I and have ever-so-patriotically ended it with a heart-felt Jai Hind/Vande Mataram.
Well, all those competitions ended, prizes won or not; but all those enthusiastic, passionate students got on with things in life liking fighting for high marks, competitive entrance exams, campus interviews, going up the corporate ladder and the likes and soon faded those words and took a back seat in those "young" minds.
But today, wanting to write about the "Indian Dream" in a blog, brings in a feeling of guilt since nothing much has been done "To Be the change that you want to see" like what Gandhi said, the only thing remaining are the memories of those words still ringing in our ears.
So last night, I dreamt a DREAM , one such "Beautiful Dream" like the ones I wrote about here and here and I am going to wait for a day to live that dream.
It ain't any fancy dream but simple things I saw in my dream, last night.
I want a day when I don't step out of the flight when returning from a foreign land and get instantly annoyed at people trying to jump Queues while at the immigration desk itself
[These very same people, complain about this trait at home but care not to exhibit in their home land . It just spoils the whole feel good factor of returning home.]
I want a day when I am running late for work when living in my country and want to take public transport and feel good about it, instead of sulking .
[During the times I have lived abroad, I have enjoyed public transport and I want that at home as well]
I want a day when I go cast my vote and come back feeling that it will be COUNTED and it will change my country's government for the better and not come back thinking "It is fixed anyway"
I want a day when the "so-called-educated-modern-day-youth" who would shell out dollars/pounds to pass the test to get oneself a driving license in the foreign land, but back home would NOT get themselves a bribed driving license without even have sat behind the wheel even once.
[This when known to be done by the modern day youth is heart wrenching. They have no right to talk about indisciplined driving styles at home, then]
Such ends my dream.
Home is where the heart is. In that heart is where my "Home Dream" is and I call it the "Indian Dream"
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Thursday, September 24, 2009
I have already written about DREAM here and said, as long as there is a DREAM alive, Tomorrow never dies. This again is a post about Beautiful Dreams.
Sleep is a period of time, when you consciously have less control over your thoughts. The human mind in its sleep thinks unbiased , with no inhibitions, and it does not need to wage its war with the heart. It is your purest thoughts, those of your sub conscious mind that which takes predominance over you. Dreams are your thoughts, your deepest desires or your darkest fears.
A beautiful dream is one which you wake up to, enjoy the moment, and then in a wee bit of time fades from your memory . After days, months or years, when that very same beautiful moment or situation is lived in the consciousness, while you are wide awake and a "deja-vu" effect crosses your mind, and then you realize that it had been a dream once and that you are living that dream today.
Now that is a beautiful dream, that is a beautiful moment of a dream come true and that is a sign of a beautiful life filled with mirth.
There are some of your worst fears sometimes that haunt you in your dreams, like a real bad dream where you see events which you just dread. It is scary and these fears manifest themselves in your dream, to remind you of your weakness and is a blessing in disguise, it is your mind's intelligent way of making you live that moment in your dream so that you don't fear it anymore. After all, fear for anything exists only till it is experienced once. So face the fear in your dream and don't fear that thing anymore and handle it with mettle when you have to live it.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
In yesterday's post I talked about the anticipations and expectations when Tomorrow is my birthday, today's post is about the the more emotional aspect of Tomorrow being a birthday.
Tomorrow is my birthday : The almost sleepless night and yet, The night of the longest dreams.
The dreams of those tomorrow birthday nights:
Tomorrow I turn 10:
10 is a magic number. :). Well, I just picked this number to get reminded of somewhere around this age how we felt about growing out of childhood. We started thinking of our own, making more friends, starting to be independent and were slowly getting out of the pampering mode from parents. For some of us, it may not the age of 10, it might have been a little earlier or a little later, but this phase came sometime before we entered teens.
This was a phase of dreams of small school aspirations like winning a badminton match with a friend, coming first in class, winning that dance/singing competitions, getting selected for the school team, dream of your team winning the march past shield this year.
Tomorrow I turn 13:
The start of teenage, the changes in us made us feel apprehensive, moody, self-defensive. A lot of emotions changing, a lot of preferences changing, a start of an new era on the emotional trance of life.
Dreams of looking good, buying that lovely looking pair of shoes, dreams of getting out of school with good grades, dreams of a good college and dreams of a career big.
Tomorrow, I turn 20:
The just out of teens phase.
Dreams of finding that job ( the one you dreamt up for yourself in the last phase when you turned 18 or 19 ). Dreams of earning big, dreams of getting up the career ladder.
Tomorrow I turn 25:
Dreams of exploring life, dreams of saving for parents' retirement, dreams of a better job and those doozie dreams of a life with that special some-one.
The dreams..continue..all the remaining nights to come ...
It is the time to bask in the glory of "I have got a year older, wiser!! I have a whole new year ahead to dream for, the whole year for me to realize it and to live some of my dreams during the year."
It is a day to dream a lot of doozies for the year to come, to dream grand and royal. Dream them in small installments, realize them and dream some more.
Don't just dream also take stock of the dreams that have come true and rejoice in them.
Whatever be the tough time you go through, don't just stop dreaming. Even if it is not your birthday tomorrow DREAM. Tomorrow is nothing but a DREAM for a better today.
A dream is not something that you sit and wait for, it is something that you have to achieve with all our heart and soul's earnest effort.
"Dreams are work in progress"
A contented ME dreamt this last night and I am happy that I am "Living my dream"
