I Love to dream

I never call it a day unless I narrate my previous night’s dream to Doi. She is always as excited as me while listening to my dreams. Being called the ‘dreamy gal’ I would just live my life dreaming like I had all the time in the world to waste!

You might find it strange but, dreaming has been one of my passions. Every night I pray that I get to dream irrespective of the dream being a dream or turning out to be a nightmare. There is a sense of satisfaction when you wake up the next morning and remember what you dreamt. There are times when I wake up to find myself laughing, sometimes scared and sometimes even howling! Dream theme ranges from derring-do types to the most obvious in my case, being chased by someone.

While studying about human personalities in my Psychology class, I wondered why were psychologists earlier so fond of gauging personalities through interpretation of dreams. But I found of late that dreaming HAS got at least microscopic connection with reality. When I myself have started to see the connection, the psychologists would not have found it difficult to bring up or make the connection. A 'real' and an ‘accurate’ as they called it.

The dreaming process does not end there. It is complete when I narrate it to Doi and interpret it in our own way. Occasionally she takes over as the analyst, and at other times I download e-books on dreams and searching for interpretation of the key words.

And for the dream lovers out there,start dreaming and feel the aura. Happy dreaming! :)

As spoonerism becomes a lart of our pingo!

Stepping into the college with some kinda fear, smiling faintly at the person sitting next to you, slowly the smiles turn into ‘hi’, then comes forming a group, hugging for no reasons, laughing for no reasons, getting caught for using cell phones in class, thrown out by the lecturer for “distracting” the class were all part of the college life. And now after the 3 years of my college life it’s time for me to hug them n smile with the tearful eyes to bid farewell wishing the lest of buck.

My days have never been good without the company of the loveliest of my friends. Each one is fuch a sreak! Having endless stories attached to each one that I could start a blog on each freak :P! There have been days when I felt low and went to college to moosen up my lind just to watch them act the way they usually do! ;)

Last few months of college have been rocking! It was the beginning of the neologism era(where I found out that neologisms are not confined to schizophrenics alone but to bunch of weirdos like us as well), the sketches, odes, blogs, doism, love poetry, ‘separation poetry’ ;), hate poetry, ‘dloves’, spoonerisms and what not! And some inconceivable days when nit has worn salwar to college or when she has had veg food at Mc D or situations when doi has forgotten to get her compact or gloss!

Okay... now coming to the spoonerism part of it, one of the modern ways we opted for entertainment. And i have no idea as to how it has turned out to be a main ingredient in our speech these days. Each one of us sounds just as cute as an infant. Sweet chariot turns out to be chweet sariot! Let’s put a smile on that face becomes let’s put a file on that smace, and the innumerable names which has undergone the torture. ;)
But I swear! Things wouldn’t turn out to be so much fun without us being spooners :P
Sproud to be a pooner ;) spoonering with you guys has been great!! Bind Mlowing I must say ;)

Note!

Being a student of Journalism(once upon a time!), I was rather expected to write more posts and sensible ones too. Thought I would manage two blogs. One for 'Just-like-that'posts and the other for 'non-just-like-that' posts. Well I hardly could go beyond ten posts including both the blogs(shame on me! :P ) and that is why I decided to merge the blogs. The 'just like that' blog gets deleted today.

Epitome of joblessness

It’s been almost three months since I finished my last exam. I sit at home and do nothing but time pass. I watch TV, I sleep, I come online every 5 mins to check mail which I am sure of not receive in that short span. You might envy me of being so free, so relaxed. But it’s the most unpleasant thing which can happen to you. It’s like being caught and sent to Federal de Sona :P You don’t know what Sona is? Its high time you watch prison break!

Ah prison break reminds me of Scofield. He’s the handsomestest creature I have seen. And certainly next on the list is Mr.Pilot :D
If u know me, you know it well that its likely to change :P For those who didn’t get that, ignore that last sentence.

I have stopped feeling awful for not being active and putting on weight. I am just as dead as the calendar. I don’t mean to say that I know of my knowledge, what there is particularly dead about the calendar. I might have inclined, myself, to regard the calendar as the deadest thing in my room. Its June already (June right? :-/) and the calendar, I would say, ‘died’ in the month of February itself. So you will therefore permit me to repeat, emphatically, that I am as dead as the calendar.
Apart from the travelling I did, which was like for a few days, I have done nothing in these two months. But I would like to say that during those few days I wasn’t a wimp but really did enjoy visiting great places. You say I wasn’t really dead and shouldn’t compare myself with the calendar? Come on! The calendar has continued to exist for two months whatsoever :P

Few of the questions which has puzzled me are
1.Why doesn't mum wake me up early in the morning?
2.Why doesn’t dad ask me to ‘be creative’ and ‘do something’?
It hurts! It hurts very much when people start to not tell you things which you don’t like. but certainly better than the usual mum and dad’s lecture saga :P

Am I making any sense at all? I hope your answer is no. Otherwise I will know how jobless you are and like me, as dead as the calendar on my wall.
I was clear enough in the title itself and don’t dare blame me for writing the worst piece of blog writing ever. :D

the language

It lies in me,
That which I speak
the language where I find serenity.

It talks,
not in words,
It says something I desire to hear.

It is the only way I can tell
how much I love you.
the only way I can
let my heart speak to you

yes! It is the only way
It is the Silence
I speak!

-Amrita

Gulabi Talkies

Would you ever fall in love with a movie without watching it? I just did! I happened to watch a last few minutes of the movie Gulabi talkies and I am just not able to let go off my mind, that particular scene I watched. Gulabi Talkies, a Kannada movie by Girish Kasarvalli. I had no clue what the movie was about, until I Googled it!
This movie is basically about a woman, Gulnabi. Her name eventually becomes Gulabi because of the idiomatic use. That reminds me of one thing-something not related to this-I remember my dad talk about a lady whose name was Anne and the people of the village who were not so familiar with the Christian names called her Aane which means elephant in Kannada:-P. I started watching the movie when the woman (Gulabi) is been thrown out of her house along with her stuffs. She is too rigid and firm with her decision not to move out of her place but is thrown out unavoidably. All her things are thrown out except her television set. Owning a TV in such a village by such a woman seemed quite atypical to me. The scene which most amazed me was where two old women, after Gulabi leaves, get to her hut and start watching the TV. Best part is when the viewer gets to see that they are enjoying watching TV without even switching it on! At first, it didn't make any sense to me. I asked my mum, who had watched the whole movie, to give an explanation of the story or rather that particular scene. Gulabi being a woman of a lower class Muslim family is not really treated 'well' by a few of the upper caste people in the village. Gulabi is a woman very much interested in cinema and visits talkies very often. When she is somehow deprived of that, she gets a television to her hut and a cable connection too. Most people from the upper caste do not step into her hut because of the class difference but still are eager to watch the TV as it is something very rare and new. A few are found to be watching it from outside. The two old women I mentioned earlier are quite orthodox and do not welcome the idea of stepping into Gulabi's hut. At the end of the movie, after Gulabi is thrown out, the two old women visit her hut, as they no longer are obligated by their religious conventions. They do not have the least idea about what the television is actually meant for, neither do they know how to switch it on rather they are not aware of the fact that the TV can actually be switched on! That scene... I just can't get it off my mind. Very good design of the scene, beautifully picturised, cute old women, the expressions given by them...i just love everything about that scene. I had the "AH!"expression when I saw that scene. I still AH! When I think of it! I would like to appreciate the director for giving such a beautiful ending! It certainly is one of the best movies I have liked without having watched.

for you...

Things have not changed
Everything seems the same.
Your memories bring pleasure
So does the pain

I write these lines for you
Just writing as they flow..
Sleeping under this dark sky
Thinking about the days which passed by

I have loved you..
Or may be i have not!
I don't know what love is
I was never taught.

I write these lines for you
Just writing as they flow.
As i write these lines, my heart bleeds..
The heart which was meant for love and love alone

-Amrita