Dreams are illustrations from the book your soul is writing about you.
- Marsha Norman
Dreams are illustrations from the book your soul is writing about you.
- Marsha Norman
There’s just something soo romantic about standing under the moonlight and listening to ajeeb dastan hai yeh..
don’t get me wrong.. i am standing all alone out here!! but its still nice to imagine someone’s arms around you at this time.. i don’t stay in a city that never sleeps or anything. I live in a town where the roads are almost empty by 10 and at midnight (right now) its practically dead!! In fact, there is this quietness in the air that is just amazing!!
when the night has come.. and the land is dark.. and the moon is the only light..
hahahahaha!!
that is exactly how i feel right now!!
that, and the fireworks somewhere far out in the city on account of today (technically yesterday) being dushera!! it gives me some time to clear my head and get rid of all the muck i have been thinking of these past few days.. like all my friends hate me.. i’m a total loser.. i can’t write.. etc etc. its only the moonlight that can make sense to you and make you see some light at times like this!!
of late, i felt that i couldn’t really write and i kept hunting around, desperately, for topics to write on. but today(tonight), though this is really just a random post, i somehow felt like my fingers finally connected with my keyboard and that from now on things will be better!!
ok.. so i know that my camera isn’t very good (its just a 1.3 megapixel afterall.) but these were all the pictures i could get. its just a glimpse of what i could see.. which was 10 times better than these photos, because what you see, what you experience in person can never be captured in a photo.
right now, i just need to go to bed and dream about all the nice things that i am thinking of right now!!
She came in, late as usual, threw her bag on the desk and sat down. She looked out of the window so that no one would see the tears she
was trying to hold back. After a while one tear slowly trickled down her cheek. At the same time a cool breeze blew across her face. She looked outside the window again. She thought about what had happened. She had been talking to a friend about life in the small town she lived and life in the outside world. The friend kept telling her how many opportunities she was missing being cooped up in this small town. They kept talking about all the things they could do in a bigger city. The freedom they would get, the open-minded people they would be around, the facilities they would be provided with and basically the standard of living they could experience. The jobs and pay scale, the malls, the parks, the infrastructure, etc. But she kept arguing that this was the best place in the world for her. She had lived here all her life and she intended to live here for the rest of her life. She still had a lot to discover in this small town of her’s. She loved it with all her heart and did not want to live anywhere else. But the friend then asked her to imagine what her life would have been like if she had grown up in a bigger city. She asked her to think about the things she had missed. She thought back to her childhood and saw all the things she had, but then she saw all the things she could have had. Wouldn’t she want her adult life at least to have all the opportunities she possibly could have? The friend then went away. She was still in a trance. She heard the first bell go. She got up and started walking to class. She realized that her life could have been much more than it already was. For the first time in her life, she hated her town for the things it lacked. That was when she had come into the class – frustrated.
The wind became stronger. The trees on the ground started shaking and all of a sudden it started raining. The rain was so furious that the lecturer couldn’t be heard. The light spray of rain coming in through the window fell on her face. Her hair started flying. She closed her eyes and smiled. In that moment, she suddenly knew why she loved that place so much. She couldn’t really explain it and there was nothing very unique about that place, but her heart was set there. From the minute she had started observing her surrounding – she had fallen head over heels in love with the city. She opened her eyes and continued to look out of the window.
Most people who watch movies regularly (like me) – especially hindi movies – hate the fact that these directors cannot get beyond happy endings. There have been so many movies where i cringe at the end because of the predictable endings. but, and i don’t know what i was watching yesterday which makes me say that we would be really depressed without these silly little happy endings!!
Imagine in DDLJ Raj and Simran do not end up together. (oops!! sorry!! i’ve been told that i shouldn’t even be thinking such horribly frightening things. ) Or in Jab We Met, Geet and Adithya ; or in the Harry Potter series Voldemort kills Harry; or in 10 Things I Hate About You, or in 27 Dresses or- well, you get the picture.!! Don’t you cry every time you watch A Walk To Remember and wish that just this once she wouldn’t die. I still feel terrible when i think about the movie Saawariya(which, contrary to popular belief IS a good movie) and I wish she would have ended up with Ranbir Kapoor‘s character. I know that such movies; are the good ones and they are not stereotypical and they really make you think, but every once in a while even deep-thinkers like me, need a break and need to believe in these fairy tale endings. Don’t you wish that Jai hadn’t died in Sholay and had miraculously recovered, like he does in every other movie of his? We need these happy endingd in our lives because somehow, somewhere deep down, they give us hope. (well, at least they give me hope!) Even though our brains tell us that such endings should not be happening; that they are impractical and idealistic. But our hearts – our poor little romance-driven hearts accept it, because we want to believe that someday, something magical like that will happen to us!! (again, this is what i usually end up believing. I don’t know about you.)
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