Let's Start Believing Again...

... let's hope to try a little harder & put in a little more effort... let's hope to believe, once more... let's hope for a world devoid of sarcasm... let's hope...

There is something about Dickens that leaves me spellbound.
There is something about Austen that frames my thoughts.
There is something about Lewis Carroll that makes me wonder, what would I have done with my life if I didn't grow up with Alice inside me? If I didn't know how to believe at least six impossible things before breakfast?
There is something about Hardy. Bernard Shaw. Lawrence. Oscar Wilde. Bronte sisters. Maugham.
There is something about growing up with all of them, just as much as growing up with your family.
There is something about classics which steal your dreams. And create your own version of reality.

I have a Dream - ABBA

" I have a Dream, a song to sing
To help me through anything
If you see the wonder of a fairytale
You can take the future even if you fail
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
I cross the stream - I have a dream... "

Soaring high...

Ever since I can remember, I have been mesmerized by Balloons...
I remember staring at the balloon-man in awe, extremely jealous of his good fortune, as he arranged bunches of balloons together. On days when I went with Ma and Baba to buy balloons, I was a super-happy kid! The entire event was a thrill for me. I simply adored those huge round balloons... floating on the sky, always so high-n'-mighty!
Choosing one for myself was a challenging task. Which one should I settle for? There was the Yellow Balloon - bright as the Sunshine, glowing in its beauty. There was the Blue Balloon - clear like the summer sky. And ofcourse, there was the Red Balloon - flying majestically on top of the bunch. So many colours, so many balloons... such a treat it was!

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But hey, what have they done to my Balloons? Have they all gone and gotten modern, too?? The shapes, the texture, the simplicity of solid colours... everything has changed. First, some whacky business man came up with the idea of 'Heart-shaped' Balloons... and killed the whole fun. Balloons suddenly became quite "Adult" and very "Valentine"-ish! And now we have the 'High Quality' balloons in shapes of Barbie or Tiger or Spiderman... I dont even know if you can actually blow them up. They look so ready-made! And the vendor said these balloons won't burst!

Why Would You Want a Balloon that won't Burst? We managed so well all our childhood... with Balloons that did burst! Imagine a Balloon that looks like anything but a Balloon?!?! And costs you 150 bucks!

I feel pity for the children these days... Would love to give them back the simplicity of big round Balloons... ones that even looked and acted like what it actually was... A Balloon!

That's my home...

...Where The Red Rose Is Mine,

And The Vanilla Clouds Too...

Finally... "Of Wild Colours, Mindless Madness and Splashing Words"... and all that has ever been ME!

I never knew it was possible to have such a Muddled-Up Brain and to indulge in such Random & Mindless Madness...
... or to eagerly crave for the Daisies...
... or to simply love the Wild Colors and the Splashing Words to distraction...

I never knew...
... till one fine day I met Myself

Rumblings of an erratic soul

He was to meet me right there. The narrow street opened up to the wide expansion of a market place. Crowd thronged every alley even as the cars honked on relentlessly. I took my place by the floral stand and shaded myself against the glare of the mid-day sun. My eyes searched for him...

Years back, I remembered a fine winter morning... and I remembered the thrill of waking up to a Dream. Ever since, within my soul, I continued living it. Each year, I grew up... inch by inch... closer to my dream.

The haunting memories jerked to a loss as my eager eyes settled on a known figure. Across the curve of the lane, I spotted him... right where the sky stooped to touch the earth. Down the road, a string of loaded carts seem to bind us together in a timeless bond. And I knew he found me just when I found him...

For us it has been years. We fell in love with each other long before we met... decades before we even existed. And then, we loved the waves together... ... ...

In the scorching heat of the day, his hand met mine. Together we moved on... across the street, amidst the market crowd, against the blaring sun.

As he walked by my side, I searched on... for him, always for him. I searched frantically through the crowd... looked at every passing car, across every corner, down all the roads that ever were. His hand guided me silently. With the sun & the sounds, and a bunch of urgent hopes, he led my search. For him... always for him.

... Closer to the dream we moved... inch by inch, inch by inch...

Crashing Colors...

Of Reds and Greens... and the Changing Times.
A time when the Religion of the Red makes way for the strangeness of Green...

The Red have kept us 'Green'... for a long, long time. We hope the advent of the Green does not flood our land 'Red'!

A new stage is set.
The Green takes the Vow, as an era comes to a screeching break.

We bow out...
But, we will be watching you...