Clouds of my dreams

‘Clouds’…the word brings so many pictures into my mind, there are these snowy white ones streaking the blue sky, then the dark,  gray ones ready to pour down, not to forget the ones which are filled with hues of all kinds as we see the sun rise or sun set… Clouds have always fascinated me. I just love watching these clouds as I sit by the window of the car/bus/train while I’m travelling. They are so beautiful and vivid in shape and form. Sitting by the window of the plane these clouds appear like someone has spread a carpet of cotton before me, and boy! I’m so tempted to walk over it (no, I’m not delusional people ;)). It is just so beautiful to see sun rays play peek-a-boo with you from these clouds.  

And somehow these clouds remind me of dreams. Beautiful, picturesque, light and dark, covering the sun sometimes, or else just blowing with the winds of time. You look at these clouds and they show a different form and picture, that is a reflection of your thoughts. Dreams are like the clouds covering the sky of your heart. Sometimes they stay there for a minute or two, while some other time it looks like they are going to rain on the earth of your life. You stand there looking up at these clouds, anticipating rain, but they are brushed away by the winds of reality. However sometimes these clouds of dreams pour down and infuse “life” into your life.

Like a drought hit region, where the cracks of despair show up on the land, these dreams bring with them the showers of cheer that get soaked in the grounds of psyche so as seeds of hope are irrigated. The cracks are filled and the barren land gives way to green pastures. All this is brought about by the clouds of dreams.

Sometimes it also happens that these showers flood the heart so much that eyes stream out in the form of tears. That’s how dreams are. Like I mentioned they are nomadic and restless. They might reside with you for years, or they might be transitory. Unpredictable, yeah that’s what they are. Sometimes you can pin down a sea of reason for their origin, sometimes not.

We cannot deny that dreams can also fog the reality. At times it is difficult to see the actual path. Obviously when clouds descend too low they block us from seeing our outlook of truth. Then the light of reason has to work hard to find the right way.

But whatever it is, one thing is for sure, they are vibrant and each dream of cloud renders a different beauty to landscape of your heart. I can’t imagine a life without dreams, naah..it would be so lifeless like a sky all painted blue. I would rather have these clouds spread over my sky. So my clouds of dreams whatever you are; you are always welcome to dwell in my heart :) .

Weeds of Hope

Probably some years down the time lane…when I look back at this time…I would laugh and say..”Oh that was also a time..when I thought that life was so difficult..”….hopefully things would be better then…ahh hope…well u cannot help but hope…and generally you hope for the better…a hungry person hopes that hopefully he would find food the other day…a poor fellow hopes of getting rich…a lonely person hopes to find company…a loser hopes to be a winner…etc..etc…

I wonder how much to hope and what to hope for?? I have been trying to find an answer to this.. I tried not being too hopeful…but didn’t succeed.. I tried shunning all hopes…but who can do that?? Even in times when I thought I would not let the flowers of hope blossom in my heart…they did…I guess they are some wild shrubs or weeds, that are so stubborn that they find their way out into this world… don’t need any care… Even when the summer heat of sorrow wilts the other plants, even when the winds of failure uproot all the other trees and plants …these weeds of hope still continue to stay alive… And in that way they still make your garden look less lifeless… these weeds sometimes bloom and give you flowers as well…not as beautiful as the flowers of success and love…but still beautiful enough.

There are times when you are so upset that you just uproot these weeds… You decide no there isn’t going to be a garden here anymore. You make the whole place concrete…and you say to yourself..”Now no hope”… but na na na…these weeds find some small little crack or a tiny opening…and greet you with their sheepish smile… told you they were stubborn!!! You don’t want these wild plants to be there at your place, but in a way you thank them..not on their face..no your ego won’t let  you do that.  On their face you say “Ohh you tiny little nemesis back again!!”, but as you pass them you smile to yourself… that’s what these shrubs do to you…they make you smile even when you don’t want them to…

But yeah I told you they are weeds. So sometimes they do damage the garden, when left for too long and when they are made to grow too big… So better take care…And boss it’s up to you to decide what you do to these weeds of hope……

Simply Elated

There are days when you are happy, and then there are days when you are ‘Just Happy’, because all other feelings are overpowered by this feeling of elation. That’s how I would describe yesterday i.e. 2^nd April 2011, a day that has etched itself in history. A day that was filled with all kinds of emotions and the most remarkable feature of that day was that it was the same for at least half a billion people.

It was the day of ICC world cup final. A day when the Indian cricket team won the world cup final. A day jam packed with all kinds of drama, suspense but in the end a very worthy and well executed climax.

A day that defied all logic, I know it because I have been a part of this crazy day. There was no logic when thousands of people across the country prayed for their Cricket team playing in Mumbai. There was no sense when people became so superstitious that they sat in the same place throughout the match. Can you find a reason when hundreds of people burnt crackers, distributed sweets, restaurants giving free meal etc.? Try reasoning out a state of delight that made people come out and dance on streets. People were jubilant they just hugged each other and congratulated. It was no Diwali, Eid, Holi, or Christmas, or wait was it all?

I dunno that, all I can say is that whatever it was it exhilarating. As Dhoni hit the ball for a six, we all jumped with joy, screamed so hard, shouted like retards. The common room of girl’s hostel was reverberating with ecstasy. And as we hugged each other, I could see the moisture in my friend’s eyes, whether it was because of shouting so hard or because of being overjoyed I had no clue, but whatever it was it was amazing in every sense. Everyone was brimming with pride and this was mirrored in their eyes.

There were calls from my friends I had not talked to in years, messages and calls of congratulations continue even today. And this is a topic of discussion that would not only fetch TRP’s for the news channels for some days but would stay there with all cricket lovers forever. It is feeling of immense pride to witness an event like this. What an occasion it was that brought people so close. Would you still dare say that cricket is ‘just a game’? Hell no, it is much more than that it is a phenomenon.

It defies all reason, judgment and logic because it is an amalgamation of passion, euphoria, love. These are emotions don’t try and find any sense or logic in them just sink into this sea of emotions and let yourself be intoxicated by this elixir of exultation. Enjoy... :)