Little Things

         We all have been dreaming since before we even know or realize what dreams are. Some doctors even say that babies dream while they are still inside their mommies. But how many of us actually remember what we dream about? Some remember their dreams partially, others wholly. And some don’t dream at all or don’t remember what they dreamt about.          Let’s talk about those who do dream and remember some of theirs. It’s said that the people who come in your dream are those you have seen somewhere already. Let it be in real life or movies or in television, your mind subconsciously catalogues them and it’s a given that they are real. Or as real as they could get from what your brain remembers. How else can you explain the aliens and talking pigs? :D          I belong to the latter category. I dream vividly, 99 % of them don’t make sense at all and the 1% is where I STILL have nightmares about my 1...

            We go through so much in a short span of time, say like 2 years. We meet new people, experience new emotions, new situations and sometimes we learn something, and sometimes we don’t. So when you look back at these two years, it’s a guarantee that you don’t remember each and every day or fight or people. Only the very distinct stay, unforgettable, standing against so many others, forever to be etched in our minds.             When I look back at my childhood and all the years up until now, I have more than a few profound memories, giving me goose bumps even now. Now that I think about it, I have been affected intensely in one way or the other in all of my above said memories. One of my earliest memories is of my dad sitting in front of me while I sat in my little purple chair. I remember him telling me, that I was a brilliant kid and that he was so proud of me ( I think I identified the...

      Family. How do you define your family? I mean, who gets to be in your family? Is it something cut and right? Those who have the same blood as you get the privilege? I have always struggled with this concept. But as I grew up, the concept became more clear and obscure at the same time. A friend, who supports and understands you and steers you clear whenever you stray from what is considered right, is shrugged off by visiting relatives who were never there to begin with (not saying this applies to everyone).       It seems unfair that I should have a family that is limited in its number; defined by something that doesn’t matter, the thinking that has molded us without our knowing. How many times have we been told to forgive a person for his or her petty issue with others because they are family? But when done by one who is not in it? Preposterous. My point is, because of this, we sometimes unknowingly, cut off people without really giving them a c...

     How do we become friends with another person? Strangers to each other at first, but we all start out somewhere right? A couple of times after the initial hellos and how are yous,  and if you still like that person enough, we exchange some information about ourselves that is generic enough but still doesn’t show the inner craziness that only select privileged are privy to . If you think about it it’s almost like dating, except that there is no need to be unfailingly polite, at least in my opinion.       Let’s say there has been no running from either party, so you start sharing stories about yourself or that you were a part of. We all have stories; let it be the ones that happened in school or with your family or with your other friends there is something or the other always. But that’s not to say that everybody makes friends the same way. Or at least I didn’t.       Frankly, I would say that not everybody I meet likes me a...

           We used to live in a community that was filled with rows and rows of multi storied apartment buildings. My life was filled with the kind of days we miss only after we grow up and know what the words “stress” and “headache” actually mean. My life was so simple back then in its entirety. All I worried about was if I had my favourite for lunch and if some more of it would still be in the kitchen when I came back from school.             My sister stayed home and used to watch from the windows while I played out in the streets. Being just a toddler, she was too little to play with me outside and not so stable on her legs.  Like any kid who lived in the midst of such a huge community, I had my own posse of friends who were always there and willing to have adventures of our own. Though I had my posse, I had a friend, one who was closer than the others. She had a bunch of siblings and the...

     All children go through various phases while growing up. I was going through my acquisitive phase when this happened. I remember waiting and looking through the balcony for my parents. It was confusing as to why they had gone out without taking me. Other than for the office, they were mine all through weekends. And even more confusing was, they had gone to the hospital. I was the one who was taken to the hospital for the rare flu shots once in a while and to my four year old mind I couldn't figure out what they were doing there without me.       Finally my parents arrive and I like a puppy was following them without rest asking why they didn't take me too. My mom, ever the patient one, sits me down and tells me that I am going to have a baby brother or sister in some months time. She was, I think, worried that I would feel left out with me being possessive over the little things. But in my mind, all I could see was MY own Mini-Me.   ...

     Its been a long time since I came here. Just picked myself an Id and an account, because everyone was doing the same. Then lost my interest just the same not even a day later. Whimsical and not surprising, since I had the attention span of a gnat.           Never struck my fancy too, as I did not consider myself to be that person. I used to think that "that" person would know what to talk or would in the least have something to always talk about. Now my attention span is that of a gold fish. I think.               My mom used to (and still does) tell my sister and I to read the news paper every single morning when we were little.Not just any newspaper, she had The HINDU special delivered just for "us". Going to school in itself was a chore and on top of this The Hindu? It was an easy decision to make. NO.We had a rule at our house, that we would never be without choices. My mom being the gen...