tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76667972757326529662024-03-06T05:38:45.784+05:30Life through a kaleidoscopeA canvas called LIFE ..an artist that's ME, the creations are here for all of you to seeThe dreamerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07730021548480153497noreply@blogger.comBlogger51125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666797275732652966.post-56629557717966379462015-05-09T04:11:00.001+05:302015-05-09T04:11:36.452+05:30Blush a little more fellas :)<p dir="ltr">I love to use the word "blush".. May be because I tend to blush a lot and moreover, I am quick to know when somebody else blushes too :)<br>
So why this " blush" talk in the middle of a full moon night ? </p>
<p dir="ltr">Well... I don't know about others. .but I love midnight showers in hot tubs..with music...dim light and soothing sensuous aroma all around me... Many a times even a big hot tub is inspiring enough for me to head into the bath in late night or wee hours ... <br>
Tonight was one of such instances.... One of my top favourites of my Dubai stay is my big tub in here and the lovely hot shower :) so after a tough week that was swamped with work and a weekend that started with an ill me...I just felt my inner self calling out to me for some "me time pampering"...<br>
Randomly I just put on play one of Kishore kumar's multiple jukeboxes available on youtube...and let the pleasure of the shower soak me in ...<br>
And then when in the midst of the shower I was doing my own saira banu gimmicks.. The song that suddenly plays is what made me scribble all this about " blush"... The song was -any guesses? :)</p>
<p dir="ltr">...roop tera mastana...pyar mera deewana..bhool koi humse na hojae...</p>
<p dir="ltr">The filmy me blushed instantly :) I wish there were many such Kishore kumars :) I so wish I was born in an era of Kishore kumar...Audrey Hepburn...Vivien Leigh :) the graceful classic era... <br>
Yeah yeah yeah....so many emotions ..so many thoughts....hardly linked...except the fact that they all originated in the brain of a current day saira banu or Audrey howsoever you may like to call me ;) the world will be prettier if we all learn to smile little more....love little more...blush little more :) gracias !!!! </p>
The dreamerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07730021548480153497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666797275732652966.post-68189057582999074382015-04-20T00:22:00.003+05:302015-04-20T00:22:46.913+05:30My Review of "Faraway Music" by Sreemoyee Piu Kundu<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">To tell you about the book and the story…well….the creation just is so beautiful that one can’t help but fall in love with the time spent with it…Pick the book and you are greeted with a sensuous lady just next to the title “Faraway Music” … and at once, you are transported to a land where there are no rules, no restrictions, only love and desire with melodious notes of music in the background… And then as you turn over the pages, you realise it’s not some story of a wonderland but yeah, definitely a wonderful story of a woman…a woman who has dreams to work for, confidence to make the dreams come true and courage to persist till the victory sign flashes for her…. but that never means she doesn’t wish to be liked, wanted, loved and adored. The story revolves around Piya...her journey from a girl to a woman, from crushes to infatuation to a harmony between love and lust…from her desire to be wanted to the pride of being wanted. Piya is someone who never let the society or fate decide things for her….she made her choices boldly, be it right or wrong…after all how it matters when the journey is eventful all along… The story is beautifully woven around the myriad nature of human emotions, relationships and their manifestations in several forms… it’s a story to be drunk slowly, relished till the last drop and cherished when it has gone all the way to your heart.'</span></div>
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The dreamerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07730021548480153497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666797275732652966.post-5395177012739310042015-04-20T00:18:00.001+05:302015-04-20T00:18:45.991+05:30Indeed... <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The dreamerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07730021548480153497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666797275732652966.post-81620255788305246342015-04-20T00:13:00.001+05:302015-04-20T00:13:21.197+05:30Books - I call them my friends :) <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
When you start blogging after a long time, it's easy to be confused or well..that's how I wish to think it's like :) So, I thought why not start by writing about very simple things- my views on them- what I feel about them ..so here I go... I am going to tell you about my magical love affair with books :)<br />
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So, of late I have been coming across several fellas who got nothing to do with books and I find it hard to understand how do they manage !!! I love books and wouldn't ever like to live without them .You ask me why I love books ? I can go on and on :)<br />
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When I was a little kid, I had to stay home all alone as both my parents were working and there was no other living soul to give me company. And that was when Mom introduced me to books..books with stories ..books with poems... I instantly discovered a whole new world with them.. I got friends..I traveled places, went on adventures with my friends, felt happy with them , felt sad when things didn't go right with them.. Even before I could actually realize, I had fallen for them . If I am asked who was my first dear friend, it was definitely one of those pretty colorful books Mom got for me back then. Gradually colors and images gave way to more text, more characters and longer stories... Even though I was yet to interact with many people in the real world, I started understanding tidbits about human relations in the books. Books taught me, entertained me, kept me busy, kept me happy, made me more humane ...introduced me to a world where I forgot completely that I didn't really have any other living soul besides me.<br />
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I have been an independent person mostly; I like doing things myself, sorting problems myself. Guess how I manage? Books again !!! In Books, they seem to have all kinds of situations in one form or the other- sometimes direct references make you gasp in awe while at other times, one needs to exercise his wits to understand the indirect references out before you in black and white. I always found my books handy..they taught me things which stayed with me sub-consciously and helped me whenever I was in trouble.. So, now you see.. .I indeed have secret genies ;)<br />
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What's love? Who taught me ? Mom and dad definitely did their bit by showing how they loved me :)<br />
But apart from them, my books taught me all about love- the magic, the pain, the pleasure, the battles, the complications and how the feeling of real love is independent of all these and the heart just knows to love the lover.. Whenever I was in an affair, I felt the magic even better..when I lost in love, I knew how to take in the pain and survive.. And I learnt to never stop hoping, never stop loving just coz sometimes in life you encountered people you could have managed without as well.<br />
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Do I love to travel ? Yes... Have I really traveled much ? No. Irony, you say ? Say if you must however I gently beg to differ... I haven't sipped tea sitting on the English countryside... I haven't fallen in love across rivers separating me from my lovers... I haven't trekked to jungles and woke up to the chirping of birds in the wee hours of the morning... I haven't gone about sipping wine in Tuscany or hugged my love tight in the Alps... I haven't been amazed by big temples in Benaras nor I have has the joy of eating apples straight from the orchards in Himachal..but somehow I know I love those...I have traveled places in my books.... And I know I love it :) I haven't lived in several places but have pieces from different cultures are beautifully imbibed in my psyche without me even ever making an effort for the same.. that's the magic of books..<br />
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Life is beautiful.. No doubts about that....however, it would be dishonest to say that all moments in life, you feel life's being good to you.. There are way too many instances when life throws lemons at us..sour and not to our liking...we can't help running into such situations.. but what we can have in our control is how we emerge from such situations.. And my books constantly helped me...Whenever I felt alone..helpless...lost...defeated...somewhere in between those pages, I learnt there are troubles bigger than me, joys that I have overseen..emotions worth fighting for...I learnt the battle is not all lost and I can make it :)<br />
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Do I wait to eat that piece of chocolate I have been craving for? Maybe not. Why? May be because it hardly involves any effort :) But in spite of being a person who loves to read, to write, to observe, I have always been so lazy when it comes to start a blog or rather continue the blog I once had the guts to start when I was a kid :) But not any more... I so wished to start something nice and guess what !!! This's the loveliest thing I can start instantly :) So, I am back and promise not to leave no matter how busy my days get..how tiring my nights tend to be :)<br />
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There she was …standing all alone
staring blankly at the laptop. Was she sad? Or was she just plain confused?
Well, going by the young lingo, she seemed as if “Screwed up”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Apekshaa- no no…we are not giving a reason
for her despair or are we? Well, her name was Apekshaa; hope or expectation
that’s what the word means, right? When she opened her eyes for the first time
in this big weird world, possibly her family instantly associated many of their
hopes and expectations with the little creature. And before she could even
slightly understand the meaning of the word, she had been named “Apekshaa”. All
the typical Hindu rituals were done for the naming ceremony, and perhaps
everybody present there wished great things for her or better put it this way,
they EXPECTED that she would get all great things. And that was the beginning
of her life. She was made to believe that the whole world revolves around
expectations. Parents expected her to score high marks and get prizes. Friends
expected her to listen to all nonsense they blabbered. Boyfriends expected her
to be happy, bubbly and beautiful all the while. Arrgghhhh!!!! Yeah, maybe
that’s how she felt too… but then when she talked about it, she was advised to
come out of the unreal world and embrace the hard face of reality. She was
expected to bear with all this shit because that’s what’s considered practical.
Everytime, she was stranded on the crossroads- between her desires and people’s
expectations. And being a sweetheart, she mostly chose the expectations route
even if that meant lots of heartache. Life went on and somehow she grew up as
this creature that is a roaring thunderstorm inside and yet a lyrical poetry to
the outside. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What was she thinking? What
does Apekshaa want to do, what is her real inclination? Well, nobody really
bothered much. And why didn’t she raise her voice? That’s not how good girls
are EXPECTED to behave, are they? She was a narcissist, looked cute and in a
way, beautiful too. She loved to talk; she loved to help out people. She was
the agony aunt for friends. She loved to dress up and go and talk and impress
the audience. She wished to explore the world, meet people and draw and write
all about her experiences. But then, all these were either too ambitious or
just did not fit in with the small town she was in and with the family
background she had. She was asked (or FORCED?) to appear for technical entrance
exams, and when she failed to clear them, she had to choose the route everyone
did. And to make matters worse, sometimes her street-smartness helped her to
show a little talent in any field she was thrown into and that reconfirmed the
beliefs of all around her that they are doing a good job. But were they? Not
really. What happened to all those dreams she had for herself? The fire wasn’t
extinguished yet, and was glowing as a little flame somewhere within the
deepness of her heart. Many years later, after she had completed her
post-graduation, she entered a new city, all on her own. For a moment, she felt
like smelling fresh air after years of bondage in some sickly sweet dungeon.
She felt a new high. She was free in a way, though not totally. She still had
to report every detail to her parents back home, and was EXPECTED to act as per
their programmed instructions.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But then,
she remembered something…an old adage that says “everything is well that ends
well”. Sitting in her little one-room rented accommodation in that big glittering
city, she heard voices.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“How about
starting something new?” “How about trying to do what you always wanted to”.
But then she heard the voices of the opposition parties as well...<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“What about mom and dad” “What would you tell
them” “It’s almost impossible to convince them, so would you lie to them” “What
about money” “How will you manage as a crazy dreamer in this city where money
seems to be doing the talking everywhere”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“How will you earn enough for your food, stay and expenses “ “How will
you balance out between making ends meet and adding colour to your dreams, that
have remained black and white all these years” Too many questions plagued her
mind…<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A conservative family back home
who wanted to see her doing something SUBSTANTIAL, and earning good money… a
complicated relationship she was in that seemed to be going nowhere yet she was
not gutsy enough to quit it…… too many dreams… too little money…and a BIG city.
Just the perfect setting to be CONFUSED, isn’t it? Well, that’s what happened
in her case too. She was confused. Thinking to take things one at a time, she
looked for a job and found one, good enough just to get her a room and some
food. So, there she was this new girl in the city, doing a job, earning few
bucks for working long hours and then commuting long way between home and work,
and side by side, managing a troubled relationship. But then, she was a crazy
little kid; few months in the job, she was bored, did not feel happy about the
work. Luckily, she found something else for more bucks too. And with the new
job, she went bit distant from the boyfriend too. And gradually, the
relationship was over. But again, this job was not really emotionally
fulfilling for Ms Apekshaa. She really tried to make it seem interesting, but
in vain. And so, the lady left that job too and took up a lesser paying
position in a posh locale of the city, EXPECTING her new work environment would
give her just right settings for her dreams to take off. But lo! Her excitement
went all the way to sub zero levels within a few days at the new place.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her new position was just like the princess
of fairytales captured by the ugly witch in her cavern. She lost all hope… felt
cheated… Why do things have to turn out this way?? She kept questioning but to
no avail. And within few months, she was forced to quit the job. And some
sickly people ensured that her time was wasted by assuring her jobs, they never
gave her. Apekshaa became this sad and confused soul, with occasional bouts of
excitement and smiles showing up in her eyes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>But yeah, being jobless gave her lots of time to think, introspect and
think more. She got to meet other people who had the courage to follow their
dreams, even if it meant being rebellious. She felt if they could, may be one
day, I can too. But then the optimism failed to add sparkle to her eyes for
long… in sometime, she went back to thinking… “How shall I manage without a
job” “what to do now” … Such alternation of emotions continued. In the
meantime, she got a new friend, who was very supportive with her words of
support and her tips to ace diversity. She made another friend… who seemed
quite like the way she was and she wouldn’t really mind exchanging places with
him. She also was in a sweet romantic relation. But in spite of all that, at
times, her mind went all blank…just like in the starting of this story… There
she was staring blankly at the laptop screen… What was she thinking? Is it all
so bad? Have the recent times been so terrible??? Well….she doesn’t have a
clear answer to the last question.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What
all have traversed her life in the last few days? She lost her job- terrible.
She wouldn’t be getting salary the next month- horrible. She has been
home-ridden forcibly because she had nothing else to do; that does sound bit
awful, doesn’t it? But then, is that all? How about looking the other way
round? She got rid of the witch, she is free now; isn’t that great? She met
people from fields she wishes to belong to, and they don’t really disagree that
her dreams can come true.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>People who
matter do think she is a wonderful girl, with multifaceted skill sets. She has
it in her to do something different-that’s what she has been told. She has come
across wonderful opportunities she had never ever even dreamt of and those
projects can start in a few months’ time from now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She now knows there are many more like her
who thought of taking the less-travelled route and still, left a mark. She
doesn’t have much cash in her account, but still has tickets to go for a
vacation to home and come back. She doesn’t have a job at the moment, but then,
she can get one within some time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She
has always been this bubbly chirpy bird who taught about optimism and hope and
unconventional thinking to all around her; so, today, when she needs a boost,
will she not come to her own rescue? She has something in her that makes people
listen to her when she speaks, she has a voice that can soothe an ailing heart,
and she has a heart that cares lovingly. She has a brain that can think and
analyze, she has eyes that can see beyond the visible and a smile that can make
the day bright for anyone who sees it. Then? Why does she have to frown at all?
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There she goes…makes herself a
cup of coffee...and goes out on to the roof ….staring all around. It’s a foggy
morning. She remembers something… somebody close to her had once said “The day
is as foggy as my mind”…a smile just makes its way through her lips. She smiles
again. Everything seems so dreamy…The sun is making an entry on the
horizon….she sees the rays making their way through the fog. Isn’t that what’s
going on in her mind too? She hears the voices again………. </div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“The fog is there...but the rays are definitely making their way
through it … A long way lies ahead and I would walk on it…my dreams await the
touch of my brush to spring to life… I got so many things to do... I have to
make those kids smile…I have to dance on stage... I have to sing before a live
audience… I have to pen down my thoughts...I have to research on human
emotions, their perceptions, communications… I have to draw… I have to get on
the stage and act in that play… I have to explore the world…oh my!!! So many
things to catch up, I can’t waste any time being sad. I am a free happy bird…
My wishes shall be my wings as I fly high and reach the sky” </i></div>
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After surrendering to others’
expectations, now, she wishes to live up to her own… Apekshaa… Go and fly my
angel…the world is all yours…. </div>
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The dreamerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07730021548480153497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666797275732652966.post-64007918293120669232012-12-26T02:51:00.001+05:302012-12-26T02:54:21.484+05:30A letter to Santa :)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Dear Santa,</span></span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Do you really exist?? Well, some say yes, some say no...but I prefer to believe it's "yes" :)</span></span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">coz my christmas went really good :) </span></span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"> People many a times doubt your existence with the excuse that it's not practical...</span></span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">but I beg to differ... I believe in magic, in miracles, in God, and you are His messenger right :) so I gotta trust you :)</span></span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Everybody writes letter of wishes to Santa.... I am little late but then..now that christmas celebrations are over, you can go through my letter more comfortably :)</span></span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Okay...sooo...coming to my wishes....</span></span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">ummmmm....</span></span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"> may every day of mine end with the feeling that "Oh God, I am happy..thank you..bless me always" </span></span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">may I never be the reason for anybody becoming sad...</span></span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">may I spread happiness always...</span></span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">may my mind stay free of negative emotions ...</span></span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">may my family be healthy, happy and blessed...</span></span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">may my relationships be the sweetest and truest :)</span></span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">may I do justice to all my relationships....</span></span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">truely speaking...only one thing matters the MOST to me..that is relationships..... I seek your blessings therein... you know the people I love and wish to be loved by ... just bless that happens fullly ... amen..</span></span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">may my life remain simple and sweet forever..I don't like unnecessary complexities....</span></span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I feel happy in small things..just let that prevail forever...</span></span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">If possible, make this world a little simpler and safer place as well....</span></span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">and please fulfil the wishes of everybody who's making a goody goody wish :)</span></span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">What else I ask of thou..I don't know...I think if you fulfil my abovesaid wishes, rest all wishes will come true too :)</span></span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Merry Christmas :)</span></span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">it's 26-12-2012.. 02:49 hours...</span></span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">yesterday I could not eat the cake ..(due to my fasting :))</span></span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">but don't worry I AM HAPPY and WANNA BE HAPPY ALWAYS... </span></span></b></span><br />
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The dreamerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07730021548480153497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666797275732652966.post-63515828009761802352010-06-23T11:18:00.000+05:302010-06-23T11:18:21.240+05:30I believe in dreams<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtzbeNH7xMsm2ciRNOCOI7aGFTSUv81ZiwsZLNWAgk1lKCwSTBom-5Kz0CSLVz6hvZffxRr7R0CXeegbKwM_CG2mwCFWyWu2Yuiigi0VeYcQhxuGLltcbx6aTJLnS2rDUeNQUvVTG9osc/s1600/0_inspiration_believe_hope.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtzbeNH7xMsm2ciRNOCOI7aGFTSUv81ZiwsZLNWAgk1lKCwSTBom-5Kz0CSLVz6hvZffxRr7R0CXeegbKwM_CG2mwCFWyWu2Yuiigi0VeYcQhxuGLltcbx6aTJLnS2rDUeNQUvVTG9osc/s400/0_inspiration_believe_hope.gif" width="400" /></a></div>The dreamerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07730021548480153497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666797275732652966.post-38956271824468447842010-06-23T11:08:00.000+05:302010-06-23T11:08:06.093+05:30"It Couldn't be Done" by Edgar Guest<div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"> <span style="color: black;"> Somebody said that it couldn't be done,<br />
But, he with a chuckle replied<br />
That "maybe it couldn't" but he would be one<br />
Who wouldn't say so till he'd tried.<br />
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So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin<br />
On his face. If he worried he hid it.<br />
He started to sing as he tackled the thing<br />
That couldn't be done, as he did it.<br />
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Somebody scoffed: "Oh, you'll never do that;<br />
At least no one we know has done it";<br />
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat,<br />
And the first thing we knew he'd begun it.<br />
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With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,<br />
Without any doubting or quiddit,<br />
He started to sing as he tackled the thing<br />
That couldn't be done, and he did it.<br />
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There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,<br />
There are thousands to prophesy failure;<br />
There are thousands to point out to you, one by one,<br />
The dangers that wait to assail you.<br />
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But just buckle right in with a bit of a grin,<br />
Just take off your coat and go to it;<br />
Just start to sing as you tackle the thing<br />
That cannot be done, and you'll do it</span></span></span></div><span style="color: black; font-family: Elephant; font-size: medium;"> </span>The dreamerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07730021548480153497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666797275732652966.post-46641832944805326602010-06-23T11:05:00.001+05:302010-06-23T11:06:17.387+05:30"The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost<div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;">Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,<br />
And sorry I could not travel both<br />
And be one traveller, long I stood<br />
And looked down one as far as I could<br />
To where it bent in the undergrowth.<br />
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Then took the other, as just as fair,<br />
And having perhaps the better claim,<br />
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;<br />
Though as for that the passing there<br />
Had worn them really about the same.<br />
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And both that morning equally lay<br />
In leaves no step had trodden black.<br />
Oh, I kept the first for another day!<br />
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,<br />
I doubted if I should ever come back.<br />
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I shall be telling this with a sigh<br />
Somewhere ages and ages hence:<br />
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--<br />
I took the one less travelled by,<br />
And that has made all the difference.</span></div>The dreamerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07730021548480153497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666797275732652966.post-84884665104290382472010-06-23T11:03:00.003+05:302010-06-23T11:06:42.224+05:30"If " by Rudyard Kipling<div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;">If you can keep your head when all about you <br />
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you.<br />
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,<br />
But make allowance for their doubting too;</span></div><span style="color: black; font-family: Elephant; font-size: small;"> </span><br />
<div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;">If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,<br />
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,<br />
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,<br />
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:</span></div><span style="color: black; font-family: Elephant; font-size: small;"> </span><br />
<div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;">If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;<br />
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;<br />
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster<br />
And treat these two impostors just the same;</span></div><span style="color: black; font-family: Elephant; font-size: small;"> </span><br />
<div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;">If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken<br />
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,<br />
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,<br />
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:</span></div><span style="color: black; font-family: Elephant; font-size: small;"> </span><br />
<div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;">If you can make one heap of all your winnings<br />
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,<br />
And lose, and start again at your beginnings<br />
And never breathe a word about your loss;</span></div><span style="color: black; font-family: Elephant; font-size: small;"> </span><br />
<div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;">If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew<br />
To serve your turn long after they are gone,<br />
And so hold on when there is nothing in you<br />
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'</span></div><span style="color: black; font-family: Elephant; font-size: small;"> </span><br />
<div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;">If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,<br />
Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,<br />
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,<br />
If all men count with you, but none too much;</span></div><span style="color: black; font-family: Elephant; font-size: small;"> </span><br />
<div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;">If you can fill the unforgiving minute<br />
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,<br />
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,<br />
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!</span></div><span style="color: black; font-family: Elephant; font-size: medium;"> <b> </b></span><br />
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</span></b></span></div><ul style="font-family: inherit;"><li><span style="font-size: small;">God won’t ask which car you drive, but will ask how many people you drove who didn’t have transportation.<br />
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<li><span style="font-size: small;">God won’t ask how big is your house, but will ask how many people you welcomed into your home.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">God won’t ask about the fancy clothes in your wardrobe, but will ask how many of those clothes helped the needy.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">God won’t ask about your social status, but will ask what kind of class you displayed with others.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">God won’t ask how many material possessions you had, but will ask if they dictated your life.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">God won’t ask what your highest salary was, but will ask if you compromised your character to obtain that salary.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">God won’t ask how much overtime you worked, but will ask if you worked overtime for your family and loved ones.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">God won’t ask how many promotions you received, but will ask how you promoted others.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">God won’t ask what your job title was, but will ask if you reformed your job to the best of your ability.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">God won’t ask what you did to help yourself, but will ask what you did to help others.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">God won’t ask how many friends you had, but will ask how many people to whom you were a true friend.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">God won’t ask what you did to protect your rights, but will ask what you did to protect the rights of others.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">God won’t ask in what neighborhood you lived, but will ask how you treated your neighbors.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">God won’t ask about the color of your skin, but will ask about the content of your character.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">God won’t ask how many times your deeds matched your words, but will ask how many times they didn’t.</span></li>
</ul>The dreamerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07730021548480153497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666797275732652966.post-70959953233260563542010-05-20T17:34:00.002+05:302010-06-01T21:48:01.341+05:30A cute story I loved :-)<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">Little Fanny Desmond was a dear child, and, like a good many other little children, she liked to do whatever she saw the grown people do. </span><br />
<div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"> She would listen with great interest when she saw her mother use the telephone. She was especially surprised when her mother ordered things, and later in the day they would be brought to the house. </span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"> "I wish I had a telephone of my own," she said to her papa. "Mama just puts her mouth up to that funny thing, and gets whatever she asks for. Yesterday she asked somebody to send us ice-cream for dinner, and sure enough, it came." </span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Papa laughed. "It does seem a very convenient thing," he said. "I will try to arrange one for you." So papa took a horn which had been put away in a closet and hung it up where Fanny could talk into it. "There, that shall be your own private telephone," he said. </span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"> "Now, shall I get whatever I ask for?" said Fanny. </span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"> "Not if you ask for impossible things," replied her papa. </span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"> "But what are impossible things?" asked Fanny. </span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"> "Well," laughed papa, "I think if you should ask for the moon you would not get it." </span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"> "But I don't want the moon," said Fanny. </span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"> "Ask for something before I go down-town," said papa. </span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Fanny thought a moment, and then spoke up quite distinctly: </span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"> "Please send me some peppermints, and some new shoes for my doll, and a bunch of pansies for my mama, and a new bicycle for my papa, and--and--that's all this time. Good-bye." </span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"> "That's a very good order," said her papa, "but kiss me good-bye, for I must be off." </span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"> About half an hour later the front door-bell rang. Very soon the maid appeared with a package directed to Miss Fanny Desmond. In great excitement, Fanny opened it. It was a box of peppermints. The child's delight was great, but when, in another half hour, there came a bundle which proved to be a new pair of shoes for her doll, she was too happy for words. But that surprise was hardly over when another package was brought her. She opened it in great excitement, and behold there was a bunch of beautiful pansies. </span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"> "They are for you, mama," she cried, "and now everything has come but papa's new bicycle." </span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Just then she looked out of the window, and there was her papa coming up the drive on a fine new wheel. She rushed down to meet him, exclaiming, as she threw herself into his arms: </span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"> "Oh, papa, papa, I did get everything; my telephone is beautiful, and the man at the other end is just lovely!" </span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"> "Ah," said papa, "I am delighted he is so satisfactory." </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://blog.ramadaairport.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/LittleGirlOnPhone.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="298" src="http://blog.ramadaairport.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/LittleGirlOnPhone.gif" width="320" /></a></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
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</div>The dreamerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07730021548480153497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666797275732652966.post-2384144691563863562010-05-14T11:28:00.003+05:302010-06-01T21:48:09.125+05:30My Dubai counterpart :-)<div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Life is magical...</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Always there are definitely few folks who think exactly like you on a topic...</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sumwhere on blogspot, I read a post by a girl from Dubai ..</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">and it felt like "hey..I would have written this " </span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">:-)</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Here go the lines...</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">I am a day dreamer!<br />
Yes and i m proud to be one. </span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">i love visualizing a fantasy world which may or may not be true.</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"> i like seeing situations go my way and in my dream world i dont have to fight it out with the real world.<br />
In my dream world i can be barbie, snow white, the President of United states of america or even be the Radio jockey at the local radio station.<br />
I love dreaming maybe more than i love sleeping because i can even sleep in my dreams!<br />
As a kid my dreams seemed so true to life , like as if they were not dreams but actually taking place.</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"> i believed in my dreams even if nobody else did and i knew that my dreams would come true one day. But these dreams took place while i was asleep.<br />
My day dreams are more at work when im bored, or dull or in the blues. i like imagining myself on a beach with my loved one( now how i wish that would happen)...without anyone to disturb us...<br />
sometimes.. i feel my dreams are also a reflection of what could have happened!<br />
so until next time in going to keep dreaming.. and off i go to paris....."</span><br />
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</div>The dreamerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07730021548480153497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666797275732652966.post-43323900783908004832010-05-06T19:01:00.004+05:302010-06-01T21:48:27.020+05:30Tinkerbell & Selena Gomez- made me smile todayyyyyyy :-)<div style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">A song from Tinkerbell by Selena Gomez .... so much like what I believe in :-)</span></div><div><div style="color: white;"><br />
</div><div style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Watch all the flowers<br />
Dance with the wind<br />
Listen to snowflakes<br />
Whisper your name<br />
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Feel all the wonder<br />
Lifting your dreams<br />
You can fly<br />
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Fly to who you are<br />
Climb upon your star<br />
When you believe<br />
You'll find your wings<br />
Fly to your heart<br />
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Touch every rainbow<br />
Painting the sky<br />
Look at the magic<br />
Glide through your life<br />
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A sprinkle of pixie dust<br />
Circles the night<br />
You can fly<br />
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Fly to who you are<br />
Climb upon your star<br />
When you believe<br />
You'll find your wings<br />
Fly<br />
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Everywhere you go<br />
Your soul will find a home<br />
You'll be free<br />
To spread your wings<br />
Fly, you can fly to your heart<br />
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Rise to the heights<br />
Of all you can be<br />
Soar on the hope<br />
Of marvelous things<br />
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Fly to who you are<br />
Climb upon your star<br />
When you believe<br />
You'll find your wings<br />
Fly<br />
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Everywhere you go<br />
Your soul will find a home<br />
You'll be free<br />
To spread your wings<br />
Fly, you can fly to your heart</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
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I may be crazy.<br />
But it just may be a lunatic you're looking for.<br />
- - - Billy Joel, "You May Be Right"The dreamerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07730021548480153497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666797275732652966.post-89292003723427445172010-05-05T00:39:00.004+05:302010-06-01T21:48:33.820+05:30You've got to get up every morning with a smile on your face<br />
And show the world all the love in your heart<br />
Then people gonna treat you better<br />
You're gonna find, yes you will<br />
That you're beautiful as you feel.<br />
- - - Carole King, "Beautiful"The dreamerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07730021548480153497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666797275732652966.post-42044816783546640892010-05-05T00:38:00.009+05:302010-06-01T21:49:02.409+05:30Winter, spring, summer or fall<br />
All you have to do is call<br />
And I'll be there,<br />
You've got a friend.<br />
- - - James Taylor<span style="font-style: italic;"><br />
</span>The dreamerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07730021548480153497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666797275732652966.post-76178118607448545932010-05-05T00:38:00.008+05:302010-06-01T21:48:55.704+05:30You say you want, diamonds on a ring of gold<br />
You say you want, your story to remain untold<br />
All the promises we made<br />
From the cradle to the grave<br />
When all I want is you.<br />
- - - U2, "All I Want is You"The dreamerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07730021548480153497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666797275732652966.post-86509008614438244892010-05-05T00:38:00.007+05:302010-06-01T21:48:48.437+05:30You know a dream is like a river<br />
Ever changing as it flows.<br />
And a dreamer's just a vessel<br />
That must follow where it goes.<br />
Trying to learn from what's behind you<br />
And never knowing what's in store<br />
Makes each day a constant battle<br />
Just to stay between the shores.<br />
- - - Garth Brooks, "The River"The dreamerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07730021548480153497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666797275732652966.post-19755249408025025302010-05-05T00:37:00.006+05:302010-06-01T21:49:19.787+05:30When you're weary, feeling small<br />
When tears are in your eyes, I'll dry them all<br />
I'm on your side when times get rough<br />
And friends just can't be found<br />
Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down<br />
- - - Simon and Garfunkel. "Bridge Over Troubled Water"<span style="font-style: italic;"><br />
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