Be My Dream

Once upon a time

In a land far, far away,

A sweet little girl

Under the blue sky lay.

With her big eyes she dreamt,

Dreamt of a green future.

With her tiny fingers she drew,

Drew those dreams in an open sky.

Dreams of a green path,

The path that her soft feed would tread.

The little girl grew

With her dreams in her heart.

Grew into a woman

Treading her chosen path.

Each dream fulfilled,

The young woman lay,

In her green meadow

To find her new way.

She saw her running,

She saw her gliding,

Herself she saw above where she lay,

Under the blue skies of a time far, far away.

She knew then,

Her new path.

Another lovely childhood,

Another fulfilling life,

Another sky of dreams,

As a mother this time around

She’d see.

“O my dear baby!

Do grow up to be,

A new passion for me.

So I provide light,

So I provide strength.

But when I’m gone

Walk the path of our dreams:

Be a Tree

With strength not imparted only by me

Be a Star

With light not imparted only by me.”

And then there was none...

A long time ago, there was a little girl. She glided in green meadows. She plucked out red flowers. She drank sweet milk. She ate sweet chocolate. It was her favorite, like all little girls - she loved chocolate.

It was customary for the Frowny Old Man to sit on the steps of his house in the evening. Everyday he longed for a little girl to come along his path. It did not happen for centuries for the village people were an intelligent lot. But that day was his lucky day. A little girl did come along.

One day while she played, she saw a house. Away from civilization, it didn't have much light. It was the house of the Frowny Old Man. No one ever spoke to him. No one even looked at him. But the little girl didn't know good from bad. She looked at him, through her spectacles, with her round brown eyes.

She took a step forward. She liked to make new friends. The Frowny Old Man stood up. And then she saw what had actually called out to her - it was Chocolate. There was a skip in her step when she went to the Frowny Old Man.

Her Green Meadows, Her Red Flowers called out to her. They told her to stop. But she wouldn't listen. Mother Nature began to weep for her little girl was going to be lost to her. But she didn't stop. The Frowny Old Man gave an evil grin that the little girl's mother had told the little girl about. But she didn't stop.

When she reached the Frowny Old Man she looked at him with longing and moved her hand forward. The Frowny Old Man put his Chocolate in her pink palm.

Time slowed down, hoping against hope that the little girl would stop. But she still didn't stop.

It was one bite of that Chocolate that cursed her. The little girl would never be able stop eating chocolate. Every ounce of chocolate that she had would make her bigger and bigger. The little girl wouldn't be little any more. She would be big and fat.

The Frowny Old Man had his share of fun. He sat again on his steps, waiting for another little girl to damn her to fatness. And another bar of chocolate appeared in his hands.

The little girl had to stop. Addiction to chocolate was difficult to stop indeed. It wasn't just the taste that she loved. It was the rich brown color... The creamy texture... And oh! that smell of cocoa... All her strength needed to be put in to stopping even another drop of chocolate from reaching her mouth.

That little girl was me.

And even though yesterday was my last bite of chocolate the curse still continues for there is no cure to the lure of chocolate.

You Walked Lightly

This is poem that I read... 

You Walked Lightly

You walked lightly into my life

Captivating and lovely to my mind,

At first, I never cared who you were

Now I don’t know who I am without you,

You kissed me

I felt my world change,

You held me

I heard my heart awaken,

You loved me

And my soul was born anew

You walked lightly into my life

Now my heart knows who you are

And with every breath

And every step

I take down lonely roads,

Your hand is my staff

Your voice is my guide

Your strength my shelter

You’re passion my awakening.

You walked lightly into my life,

And all my pain

You took as your own,

And all my fears

You cast into the sea,

All my doubt

Lost in your eyes,

You walked lightly into my life

And no matter if you choose to stay or go,

My life is forever changed,

Just because you loved me

For a moment in time.

And because I choose

To love you

For the rest of mine.

- Tracey Newson -

Love Actually

I sat there amongst the crowd with my cousin, Reshu. We couldn’t talk because the music was too loud. It hadn’t been a satisfying day for either of us. But we sat there enjoying the sight of our relatives dancing to the music. Having some fun of our own, we would laugh at some of them, and at other times we joined them.

The DJ was playing some new happening numbers. Soon he began to play some oldies – for the Amitabh Bachchan fans. And then, on a special request, he played ‘Jab Koi Baat Bigad Jaye’ for all those couples in love. And each one of those couples hit the dance floor, even those who had been sitting and watching the youngsters dance. They did their version of a ball dance with their companion.

I stood there and saw all these happy couples dance... and I was touched by all the love that was around me. I realized I wasn’t meant to be on the dance floor so I went back to my chair and admired the happily married couples. And there were many of them... Some were just married, there were others who were trying for a baby... Some dancing with infants in their hands, some who had been married for the three decades. Some who even had grandchildren. I thought of telling my parents to go and dance when I saw them go. And I smiled to myself. They were just about to finish 25 years!

I would come to tears when I would see such moments in movies. In Hum Tum, one of the songs was picturised in a very similar way – couples of different ages were basking in each others’ love. Seeing this song (and many others in other films) I would wish, teary eyed that one day I also find someone exactly like him. I had begun to think that this existed only in depictions like films, novels, soap operas.

But yesterday when I saw them, I sort of began to believe in forever love again. My doubts all vanished and I knew once again that love is not a figment of a writer’s imagination. I believe once again that Love exists in this big bad world. That even though Hate is filling the world rapidly, Love sits in one lonely corner but infects the hearts directly. That it may take time to come to you... but it comes one day... It may not be any sooner... But it surely comes later...

Settle or Wait?

It's the Eternal Question isn't it: Should I Settle for what I am getting or Wait for the the perfect one?
On the one side, we have to compromise on our expectations and be a little unhappy, not fully satisfied... We will still have companionship and the love of another. We will not die alone.
On the other hand, we will have to wait till we meet the perfect one. We don't know when that day comes. We don't even know if it will come at all. We might live a bitter life. We might not have a companion, a testimony of the life we lived. We might die alone.
It's all romantic to believe that one day he will come, that one day we will be with that one man who will love us the way we want him to love us. It's more romantic to wait for him. But it is still bookish, too theoretical. It is extremely rare... How do we know that we're not expecting too much? How can we say if we're not being too uptight?
Is it just better to be practical and be with the man who is the closest to our dream man? Isn't it easier? But it still is an eternal curse of sorts... Cause we will still be sort of unhappy with the settlement.
I don't know. I really wonder. Is it wrong to want it all? Is it wrong to be unhappy if you don't have it all?

I Wish

Sex & The City, Friends, Desperate Housewives, A Walk To Remember, Pursuit of Happyness, Gone With The Wind, The First Time...
That is a list of soap operas, movies, and books that I have read more than once. I have cried when they have cried, laughed when they have laughed and fell in love when they have fell in love.
I have felt the highs and lows of these extensions day and night... But every time they have a happy moment I feel: "I wish!"
Every time Carrie (Sex & The City) laughs with Mr. Big I feel: I wish I could laugh with My Mr. Big. Every time she goes out with her friends for that perfect dinner and busts her stress, I wish I could go out for dinner with my friends too!
Every time Monica, Rachel or Phoebe (Friends) have their perfect kiss, with Chandler, Ross or Mike, I wish I could have my perfect kiss with my Chandler, Ross or Mike. When they all sit in Central Perk and talk about nothing at all, laugh at nothing at all, I wish I could do the same with my friends!
She has a list, in 'A Walk To Remember'... A list of all the things she wants tick marked before she is no more. And he, he makes sure that every item on that list is ticked! Not even ONE of her desires is left unfulfilled! However big or small the desire is, he serves it to her on a platter.
I wish I had him! I wish I had him to fulfill all my desires and wants...
And I feel so sad to know that life is just not that simple... That if you want something that doesn't mean you get it...
I feel so sad, that all of us, we all have to compromise...
We can't belong to that group of friends, We can't be with that one man we want to be with, We can't have that house in the hills, We can't own that perfect wedding dress...
And that's why, we have these fictitious books, movies, soap operas... Where the wants and desires of every one of the characters is exactly what we want...
But the only difference is that, in the end they ALWAYS get it...
And we might not...
Money, Power, Egos, Work, Time Constraints... One or the other always gets in the way... and we lose it... We lose that perfect friendship, we lost that perfect relationship...
And when we don't have those, that perfect walk-in closet isn't something that makes us happy...
So We might just have to live their moments in our heads and feel: "I Wish!"

Blank

Nothing. I don't have anything. No Ideas. A stupid blank phase. I can't complete anything I start. I feel the need to do something. But I don't know what is it. Why don't I know? I proclaim, I comment, I advice, I critique. But still I don't know!
I have no motive, no motivation! I want to do something, but I feel lazy. Do you feel it too? Can you relate to what I feel?