My Dream is to Fly...

I often dream of flying..high..and higher..but i always wake up scared and uncertain..

Coz i loose control of my flight...n i start falling into oblivion..

They say this signifies what you are actually going through in life..and i believe it is true..

I am at this stage of life where i feel so lost,so confused..am i on the right path..

I choose to go on a path but there are so many obstacles..I m in a dillema, am i supposed to fight those or give in..??

Fighting them would mean hurting many,shedding of tears and immense courage..

Do i have the capability to rise above all these?

The answer lies in my future, as the present is tinted..i can't see through..

I am trying to wrestle myself rather someone else..

I m relying on my dreams to answer these questions..who's complexities i m failing to understand while i am in the real world..

Shall i fly someday for real..Fly along with my dreams, my aspirations and my vision of myself..?

Uninhibited...... Dreams

... Eurus...
... Afer Ventus...
... so the world goes round and round
with all you ever knew
They say the sky high above
is Caribbean blue...

... if every man says all he can,
if every man is true,
do I believe the sky above
is Caribbean blue...
... Boreas...
... Zephryus...
... if all you told was turned to gold,
if all you dreamed were new,
imagine sky high above
in Caribbean blue...

... Eurus...
Afer Ventus...
... Boreas
Zephryus...
... Africus...

Uprooted...Dreams

They dream ,they aspire,they need and they require..

They crave for it but alas do not acquire..

These lines perfectly describe the plight of these children and their family.

While i interacted with strangers for the 1st time i realised how warm and enriching the experience can be.

At 1st i was hesitant to appraoch the 3 kids who actually gave me curious looks to why i was looking at them..but then i eventually figured out a way and gathered courage to ask them to what their names were and what they did..

After much persuasion their grandmother agreed that i take pictures of them and of course after much convincing by us(My groupmates and me) she posed for a picture.

Once she was convinced that we were people whom she could trust she told me some hard hitting facts about the life they lead here in Delhi.

She told us about the meagre income of their family...as the children's mother works as a labourer in a factory nearby and the father as a guard...both working extremely hard to make ends meet and yes educate the 3 children,which was a very pleasant thing to know as here in India people with lesser resources tend to compromise on the education of their children often girls...absolutely ignoring the consequences of it..

What fascinated me the most was that inspite of our sudden interest in their lives they were like an open-book to us...it was heart wrenching once they started to give us glimpses of their lives..and they themselves offered to take us to their residence...and we were delighted at their proposition..

What touched me the most was that Grandma(whom i instictively called dadi ji for some reason) complaningly told me that how Mahima had not eaten lunch because she had lost money in school, how the doctor at the hospital had demanded Rs.1100 for an X-Ray which was way beyond her capacity to pay.

But it was a special feeling when Mahima agreed to eat when i coaxed her to. It gave me an entirely new high..

Well anjan the youngest of the lot was a brat and i loved him..in his photos one can clearly see his naughtiness sprinkled twinkling eyes..

He kept jumping and posing in fact he constantly smiled while he looked at me..i had that feeling of taking him in my arms and give him a peck or 2..but i was too shy...

I just managed to smile back and pull his cheeks once besides telling everybody that he was so so sweet..

Once we reached their place it was a sad sight, i almost choked with emotion since it was such a small room and to me it was almost an impossibilty that the room actually accomodated 6 people at one time.

The kitchen at 1 corner,the shelf at another and that was it,no bathroom,no bedroom,no living room infact not even a fan in the scorching Delhi heat..had never looked at the grey shades of life so closely..

It made me realise to how lucky i was to have a life of my DREAMS...and perhaps of theirs too..

As a token of my gratitude to them for giving me such an insight into "LIFE" ,i bought them a few sweets but it gave me satisfaction and happiness unlimited!!!

This may have been an assignment but it turned out to be a memory which i will cherish for life ...and i am sure ll' give me my most wonderful recurring Dream in the days to come and remind me of the day forever...

I Can Actually See the World!!!

Here i am..This is me..

I have come to this new place and it is called "my home".

It is huge..but i quiet like it here..It is colorful..and i can see people pushing and shoving each other to hold me..Guess am important..

But after so much attention.. i am feeling sleepy and tired..and i drift away to sleep...

And i start to dream yet again..

I dream of the lady who's looking at me with the most loving expression..I love her...I want to snuggle into her arms...they say she's my mummy...i wonder what it means..but whatever it is i decide to think of her as mummy right after i wake up..I smile in my sleep...not even aware that she is still watching me..delighted and amazed!!!

Which is your favorite of all of your childhood dreams?

My First Dream

I wonder what was the 1st dream i had...
I m sure none of us remember to what it was...but i guess it must have been when we were not even out here in the real world..
But yes we could hear it..hear noises...hear something....but did not know what...We did not even know what things looked like...When did dreams happen to us?

And i often dream about what my first dream was..

I dreamt my dream which was about rushing out from my mum's tummy to put an end to my curiosity...those must have been the times when my mother felt me kicking inside..

Or even better about what was i actually inside...Who got me inside this hollow?...i was somewhere else...i dont remember exactly but that place was beautiful..yes i dream about it so often..

But i guess the most interesting for me must have been the one...where i could envision life beyond..

Where would i be..I have been travelling...this ain't my destination...there is a place..i know they say it all the time..they talk about somebody's arrival n i hear a voice which says am eagerly waiting.. its close and i hope its talking about me.Would that be it...would my journey end???
I dreamt..n i still dream..

Dreams were and have been my own...but here i am divulging and delving into dreams..

Mine and Yours to know and explore what is ours...n what they mean...!!

Have an idea to what was yours?