Dreams.

Day 45.

In my footsteps- Chapter 2.
Remember the first article on 'In my footsteps'. A happy proud thought. Here's another one in dedication by the same author as last, my little one.

Dreams.

Dreams. A magical place where one finds an escape from the harsh reality of life. A place where you find joy and happiness, peace and contentment, or perhaps, terror and pain. It's a beautiful concept. Even with the eyes closed, we are able to see a world so mysterious, so marvelous, yet when we wake up, it so happens that we are unable to recall those moments.
After a long day of hard work, when one falls asleep, the mind relaxes the body by the amazing pictures of the subconscious. What we see, what we hear, the smell, the touch, everything our mind stores in the subconscious, revealing its secrets only in the form of dreams. A troubled mind would many a times cause a nightmare, in which the person lives his fears. Terrible dreams, beautiful dreams, dreams of pain, dreams of happiness, the nightmare of losing someone or the excitement of falling in love. What you think, what you feel, is what you see in your dreams. Dreams are merely messages from the subconscious mind. A person, guilty of some crime, would have troubling dreams. A person, content with his life, could have a peaceful dream. Students my age? Well, we just have exam terrors! Dreams, or actually nightmares, of missing an exam, sleeping through it or falling ill. We see what we fear. We see the fear coming true, but its only imagination. Its the time we let our imagination run wild, having no control over it. That's the beauty of it, not knowing what will happen, the unknown is what makes it so interesting. The mystery is what makes it magical. Yet, some people do practice controlling their dreams. Its called lucid dreaming Risking their lives, as there is a danger of complete paralysis, the person tries lucid dreaming so as to gain control of their dreams.
Dreams are, many a times, absurd, completely random. Suppose, as an example, you might just have a dream of playing football with a bunch of ghosts, or perhaps, jumping from tree to tree, like Tarzan. You could even sit and chat with Newton, under an apple tree! It's all up to your subconscious. If your subconscious is in a good mood, well then, happy dreams, but if in a bad mood, get ready for the worst roller coaster of your life.
Dreams are not only caused by the subconscious mind, but we, consciously dream a lot of dreams as well. The aspirations, the desires of our hearts. A dream to be happy, a dream to be successful. The dream we see with open eyes. We study, we work hard, why? To achieve what we desire. We aspire to be successful, to have a happy, content dream. A joyous life is everyone's dream. We want to be something in our life, maybe like our idols, maybe someone different. Some want to be doctors, some pilots. It's their dream. A mother's dream is for her child. A dream where the child is secure, safe and happy. A father's dream is for his child's future. A student's dream is good grades, therefore a good college. A lover's dream is to be united with his love.
Dreams are beautiful. Dreams are dark. Dreams are scary. Dreams many a time, leave a mark. A mark on us, a mark on our minds.Dreams are nothing but a figment of our imagination. The ability of our minds to think something so beautiful, so colorful. We all have a dream, we work to make that dream come true, and when it does, our heart alone knows the exultation it feels. Dreams are like books. I believe, we live two different lives. A life so harsh tat it makes us weary, and another, of magic, mystery and uncertainty. Dreams are both, conscious and subconscious minds which are uncertain, vague, but are equally endearing. To dream a dream with open eyes, to think of the success, the happiness, excites us. Dreams we see with eyes closed are equally terrifying. They are terrifying, for we don't know what to expect. It's the fear of the unknown that excites us, thrills us. Like books, these dreams take us to places completely new, places made up or maybe places we desire to go to. Similar to books, we find a mixture of feelings in them, sometimes joy, other times pain.
Dreams of the future, of the past. Dreams of oceans, or deserts vast. Dreams black, dreams blue, dreams of all beautiful hues. Magic is withing your mind, your heart. Beauty is within you eyes. Dreams are, well, a composition of all these, and the element of mystery. Let the imagination run wild. Dream and make your dreams turn into reality. Live the dream and feel the contentment, the satisfaction. Walk towards the dream, clutch it in your fist, and show the world your achievement.
Dream, because dream are life. The numerous different lives you live, everytime you dream. Dreams are escape from the madness of life, yet in dreams, we live an unknown life. A life based on imaginations, a life based on our feelings. A life we don't fear, because we know it's not real. Or maybe what we are living right now, this life, is merely a dream and when we die, we actually just awake from a long slumber. Interesting as it, it depends on the mind, what you think of dreams. Dreams, forever, shall be a mystery, as life is.

-Ananya.

Unnoticed.

So, back into bedlam. It's a day of chaos, catching up, clutter and customizations. But then again, it's a Thursday. Aren't they just meant to unload-load.
A space where students are panicking running to their exam centers, and teachers to last minute hope for them. Also, sharing space the love-hate relationships of your work environment. What you think of offloading may just be taking you towards overloading. Just a scenario. So what between this hustle bustle, this mid-week braindeath. Oh! Did I forget to mention emotions of anger, exasperation, depression flavored perfectly to go with the want and desire to kill, murder, slaughter, maybe even die. Due respects to each one.
Anyway, turn around, there is a place called home where hopefully sun's shining and poppies are blooming. That long drive back. That tiring journey and walk through the forest. That frustrating sound of honks gelling with incessant chatter over someone else's shoulder.
Wonder. Ponder. What of guarantees.
~So, after struggling through a tough Thursday turning me down, I have the never-ending train ride to look forward to.
No, seriously.
But talk of bumping into bliss.
Sometimes, we, you and me don't realize how a day comes crashing onto us. How the turn of events in your life affect, influence and change the others. That vicious cycle of cause.
Dad says, "its always your choice". And that's how I came to believe of it.
In that packed train of people, some on phone, some amongst themselves..some unpleasant, some silent and others mostly just indifferent..there was this one in a corner. Nothing special about this one, just plonked on the floor clutching to a bag that seemed important. Trapped in my own web of thoughts, I happened to glance over. Found myself greeted with a warm smile. That's it.
That's all it took to repair the broken pieces of a tiring Thursday.
That unnoticed stranger.
The countless days of happiness.

Ceramic dolls.

Day 36/40.

Ethically, these aren't days and issues to be included and made a part of one's happy-days. But somethings are better recorded and a word spread out than kept buried within. Days, more often than not, do set into the dark night.

Silence. Withdrawal. Anger. Humiliation. Shame. Retirement.
Emotions overwhelm at sights and expressions. Stories untold, hampering progressions and one pulls out all other.
It's how my blog's always had tales from my days to share and known. So, what do I have today. I have one from the haystack you have been a part of. Surely you are unsatisfied with the country's political situation today. What are you doing about it? Of course, how are you not disturbed about the financial condition of the country. How are we resolving it? Certainly, aren't we deeply upset about the economical setbacks. Who's going about coming to a solution, or even trying? Tell me what you voice out.
Crime against women. 45351 molestation cases. 24923 rape cases. 9173 sexual harassment cases. Reported. 24 percent conviction rate for rape in India. 20 years maximum prison sentence for rape. Step out of the circle of violence. 98 percent of the victims know their attacker.
Disturbing facts? Did you report from your share.
Put this statistic into perspective, any women around you, your mom, your sister, you friend, niece, cousin or even the one right across the couch, one out of three is sexually assaulted or been harassed.
That's all bad.
That's all a fact.

So, my question. How is it that we raise the issue and commit to it.
It's just something I wanted to raise. To readers, to people in general and get an answer along with a panorama widespread. To build upon, when it happened in my vicinity I did what was in my power to put a stop to it. To support further, I had the reinforcement of authority to voice it out as loudly as one could. In hope, in optimism, the ones out there take an example, as I did.

“I wish I could have saved her,” he says now.
~Nirbhaya case.

Snowfall.

Day 35.

~A hand on my shoulder
A smile on my face
Incredulous
The way things fell into place.
We, each came here with a dream

Your dreams, here, are not yours alone.

The Peanut Express.

Day 22-uptil now.

AWOL. are we on leave O.o
So, back from the work vacation to blog. Been one hell of crammed best days. A part of me just doesn't know where to start from. The other one, well, that one just wants to climb up your head, dance and tell you all about all the dimensions of madness.

To start with, January 31st saw me be a part of the Indian Arts fair with one foot stuck in ComiCon and the other jammed with work. So, the Indian Arts Fair. I didn't realize what art is before that point of time I guess. Owe so much to that tour with Sharun. I mean, the bee-hive worth 3 crores; and if that wasn't enough what was that wall with mirror-ed red stripes. And mind you, that wasn't the best part. Best was meeting the border-line measures on that rod. Its worth over a crore. Yeah, that's that. I'm in half a mind of turning into an artist. Particularly because at the end of that event, THAT rod, it was sold off for its price. I'm inspired.
We eventually 'Escape'd into the arms of free beer, 'comic' people and punctured tires.
Next day had to, at any cost, see me up and about at 5am to hit the road. So, after sleepless night of 4 hours, I bid farewell to Delhi for the day. Peak of my day this February 1st, I made it sharp in time for the year's engagement. Here, the party actually never stops. You find yourself jumping from ground level to stage 1 to the final destination of decks. My day goes from a 5 to 5 am shift.

Turn around, and I'm back to the fair with a bang. Who knew Sundays could see me sitting sipping wine and olives amongst vada-samoosa-pav. That's my February 2nd. Between caught up fun and friendship, there's so much fire.
My Sunday too, like yours, yesyes, exactly that, set into a Monday. I alternate between Delhi and outside. So the road called out and 5 am alarm sloths were out again. And this day took three to do the tango. Heading back, did I tell you about whacked up friends driving me around the city streets 'making sure' I get to a long awaited wedding. What happens at a wedding, stays within there. *shush*

So, we're down four days of rush-run-race and wakefulness. February 3rd was done with and 4th was the last one tracks hopefully for a while. Ask me what happiness is, and that's what it is. Even if it means not going cosmogyral. I loved what came next. Sleep-wakeup-message-sleep-sleep-sleep and sleep a bit more. Joy, that's joy.
That's my rejuvenation for the weekend coming up. My Peanut sorcery. With yellow all over, this was hands-down one of the best of the 100 days.
Friday-Saturday-Sunday.

Sketchy-peanuts.

I'd land up writing a book if I start telling you about each memory made. But, to brief, Chuck and Snoopy were elements of happiness, friendship, fun, crazy, trouble, surprise and so much more. From the introductions to farewell hugs. Overwhelming. From the supervisor-scarecrow pranks to random museum visits. Overwhelming. From giggles to games. Overwhelming.

~Mad as a hatter.
The outraged 'DoNotTouch' signs and kids away with the fairies. There's a story to it all. The early Sunday greeting of dancing music mates, racing rims and hyper hysteria; there's a whole lot to it.
What's more, the trippy walls, space-bars (which is my favorite part, btw), stolen badges and super sketches.
Oh, did I tell you, THEY ARE NOT UP FOR SALE. Exibits amongst everything else. #iykwim

on the wall.

So, what was it about the Peanuts Express that makes it so amazingly awesome. The thing about Peanuts is, that willingly-unwillingly, it makes you a part of it. And that's exactly what it was. Is. Making everyone a part of it. In ways you couldn't and wouldn't imagine. And what was I doing here, well, I was leading the gang-way.

Do NOT Touch.

Six of these skeletons in the closet. That's all it took for ComiCon to happen and take twists-turns-topples we took.
It's a team effort, I'd say.