Gees this is one of the innumerable times I feel like laughing silently looking at the things I so nicely devised. Wannabe style too :D giggles. Not very intentionally though. It just came out that way...and it will in future. Am not scared as long as I can laugh at them later. I am greatly indebted to the people who very sweetly remind me that life is not about these reflections or dreams so nicely spelt out from this cozy room of mine. And I have not turned serious like some who have delved so deep in the world of rich reflections that they cannot come back to the simple world of sleep and work. This is right out of my heart like a sigh that escapes you when you do not have any more words except for that look in your eyes which says "gimme a break man!".:D
Many a times have I pretended to be this mature young lady who writes..(gees I almost cut the branch I am sitting on :P)... And at the end of the day when I looked at it all while having my lovely dinner of chicken stew, I have admired each and every line ,the ideas, the sheer art that flew out of my brain(be it good or otherwise). But at the same time I never felt that i actually believe in them beyond certain limits...those reflections are NOT what my life is made of....and I laugh :D ...I laugh at the way pretensions sell and even the person who is pretending actually ends up buying it all. Well,not me :D I will take myself to a doctor the day i start believing something like "..the bright lights are few,may the brightest one be you"..though I find the lines really beautiful( I WROTE THEM MAN! :D) I mean my life is so much simpler than what the poems portray ..only that simplicity does not seem attractive every time... I feel this post is really necessary.Because I am not the poet lost in the dreams i created. Dreams and reflections are just what they are called and nothing more or less...and the dreams i really live in are more material in nature :D I needed to announce that before anyone thought I am some kind of a dreamer or "fighter"( god knows what there is to fight when one lives the way I do).
Before I conclude, I am going to thank a certain friend of mine who made me happy by saying he knows which part is pretension even though the expressions may be nice. :D Thanks Souvik for that one :) And to those people who strongly object to what i have said: this is entirely about me and my feelings...i respect our differences :)
And now i need to go...
this post has been flat and frank throughout...
..the brights lights are few
may the brightest one be you.
mom , bring on the stew! :D