~ Reflections ~

Lets welcome the New Year with open arms.. And embrace the new things it brings with it.. there are stars you  haven't seen and loves you haven't loved there's light you haven't felt and sunrises yet to dawn there are dreams  you haven't dreamt and days you haven't lived and nights you won't forget and flowers yet to grow and there is more to you that you have yet to  know. ~ g.c.

Every time I feel low or disheartened about the way things are turning out, I find pleasure in this song by Abba.... Somehow it never fails to comfort me and give me hope... I have a dream, a song to sing To help me cope with anything If you see the wonder of a fairy tale 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'll cross the stream, I have a dream I have a dream, a fantasy To help me through reality And my destination makes it worth the while Pushing through the darkness still another mile I believe in angels Something good in everything I see I believe in angels When I know the time is right for me I'll cross the stream, I have a dream I'll cross the stream, I have a dream I have a dream, a song to sing To help me cope with anything If you see the wonder of a fairy tale You can take the future even if you fail I believe in angel

I am often forced to ask others (and myself) this question, when they fail to see what is not necessarily visible to the eye... The image is a dream. The beauty is real. Can you see the difference ? ~ Richard Bach, in Illusions: The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah

What I miss about my childhood the most (of course I miss the idea of not having to assume any responsibilities... duh..) is the freedom to think. Not like I've been chained to an outlook, or that an attitude has stuck to me.. But the supposed logic, and practicality that we tend to attain with age (is that what is erroneously called wisdom ?!?), is what is responsible for our lack of ingenuity... the lack of thinking out of the box.... We have regimented our outlook and thought process with dos & don't, the right & the wrong, the reality & the dream...  And somewhere, maybe unknowingly, we inculcate the same in our children... So when they ask why they can't fly, all we say is that they'll fall down on the ground... without realizing that we are actually clipping their wings...

All of us dream when we sleep... Some dream about the days gone by, and the others navigate through time around the corner.. Of wishes fulfilled, and the ones left to accomplish.. Of love & life, hope & pain... But what if I told you that I wanted to break free from dreams.. That I didn't want to contemplate - neither the past nor the future... Would should I do ? http://dianablography.wordpress.com/2012/03/30/dreams-and-reality-might-collide/

There is such a wide gap between the demand and supply of basic amenities like medical services... housing... good schools.... that getting into any of them, doesn't seem to be possible.. atleast not on pure merit... So even in places where you thought there was no possible corruption (and by that, i don't necessarily mean money)... it takes, what is called सिफरिश i.e. Recommendation... What is even more amazing is that most of these places state it very blatantly, that you are not welcome, even if you are eligible... When all of us, today's generation, discuss corruption, and talk about wanting a clean society, free of having to bribe anyone, we tend to forget... that discussing such issues from the comfort of our homes/offices is rather convenient... But when recommendation (which is just a more sophisticated form of corruption) is requested for, even for basic admissions... I wonder how we can plug such things from our society... And if a corruption f

Met at the alley Exchanged glances... In silent agreement We knew our chances.. If only I'd had more courage to say What was in my heart that day... Photo by Lyubomir Bukov, taken from  http://www.weirdomatic.com/creative-shadows.html

I was high (in the air.. what did you think ;)) when it all came to me.... Clouds are like dreams... we see them give shape of our thoughts.. And when dreams collide...  it rains !! Eureka!! which then either go down the drain (literally !!) or do something more constructive...