Dreamyink’s Blog

This guy is definitely going to  see this post and then, for the rest of my life going to sing ” How awesome he is !” as loudly as his lungs will allow him to. But given the stuff done today, I am making this concession.

Coming across declarations of  love on the web of social networking addiction centres  is quite common. I think most men do that only to show that “Hey- I- am- a-stud- I have-a- girlfriend”. And then there are men who will go to any lengths to eradicate all traces of commitment from their profiles(whatever..) even if they are(appear) committed to their respective lady loves(more than one is a big possibility here).

I say a guy becomes a MAN when he becomes strong enough to stand publicly by the choices he makes. And best of all, believes rock solid in his choices. And I have seen this half mad boy grow into a Man.. And really I am pleased!

Now I maybe exaggerating and the interpretation I am making maybe too highbrow than this guy intended. But I know in heart he is not showing off, bragging, behaving childish maybe.. but the Guy has made commitment fashionable! And it takes a lot to impress this(read me) MCP hating girl..

And now I must stop before his girlfriend kills us both for writing gibberish openly and more importantly coz this guy must have already started floating in the air and grinning stupidly.. I hope to see lot more good stuff like this. Period.

This being an incredibly lazy weekend for me, gives me time for some reflections and introspections..(finally!) It is the time of my life when I have to bid goodbye to a very dear friend for..err few months at least. I may sound a little melodramatic and I can already imagine one of my friend laughing his head off watching me write idiotically touchy lines after lines. I don’t know if I would be able to hold myself from being emotional after all.

For people like me who share a general incoherency with all humans, hardly find people whom they can tag along easily and permanently. Closeness and intimacy  is a rare gift I bestow upon a chosen few(forgive me for speaking like a spoiled queen.. but this is more genetic). And at times like these when you have to part with the ones you held closest can be a problem.I was thinking some days back to write individual blogs about the people who are close to me but I guess it would have been very cheesy and so very unlike me. But today as my greatest fear of parting with people I care about shows its face, I cannot help myself.

This girl I am talking about is as different from me as fire is from ice. As I sit and think today, I can only sit and wonder how all my friends are so much different than me. I guess it gives me genuine pleasure to know that I can get along with people who are so different as people like me are hard to find. Back to the girl, well since the first day we met I could not see how I could ever see anything the same way she did. But as some little thing inside poked me I knew somehow that I could tag along with her for as long as I am capable of tagging along with people. Even now I guess I differ remarkably in all opinions, I guess the differences have lessened.

For all I remember, I have not got a great lump in my throat(lumps of anger maybe) for a long time as I had today shaking hands with her and realizing that I am not to see her for sometime. A wave of nostalgia has hit me and I can do nothing but recollect and write down the things that I would miss. I guess I would miss her spurts of tensions the most which I have been so used to counsel. As she is one of the few people who I can go about without doing much talking(she does all of it most of the times), I would definitely miss  the silent conversations. It is funny how we accept people with all their shortcomings and they swallow all our faults and things become from good friends to almost family. And before I know, its time to say goodbye..

Ah well, I have always thought us people to be like birds who are always happier flying on their own free will in whatever directions they choose. Its really super scary to think sometimes that one from my flock(which is already too small) has decided to explore some different sky. I would end my melodrama here and save myself some words for the private farewell.

Bloggers like me, who write once in a green moon(since my records are rarer than the blue moon!..oops sorry for the bad joke,I am out of practice ) when come out to greet the world on new year, like to brag a little about the fancy new year resolutions they have sworn to follow for the whole next year… for the rest of their life(ahem..). So please sit with me for five minutes and go through the stuff written in the next few lines.

I know we all resolve with all our heart’s strength every year on 31st Dec to lose weight, to show more love to our girlfriend/boyfriend, to not fight with parents etc.. etc.. All these resolutions are the ones I take every year and God only knows how I only remember to follow  them on the next 31st of December!
But this year I just have a simple wish and it’s not even a full resolution(Since I peculiarly suffer from temporary dementia the moment I take a resolution). And it is-to understand men better. Long ago when I first heard the term MCP(read male chauvinist pig), it immediately became the replacement for the word ‘men’(well not all men) in my dictionary. Hold on from jumping to conclusions, because I am no hardcore feminist nor a lesbian, nor do I detest all male species from the core of my heart. No man has ever showed me his ugly ‘MCP side’(as yet..). But still angry sparks burst from my heart whenever I hear or read about the minutest of insincerity on the part of men towards women. I hate it when girls are treated like commodities or in any way trivialized. I wont go further down the “WHY-HATE-MEN?” road because this is something which I intend to stop this new year and perhaps stop it for the rest of my life.

One of my friend has rightly quoted about me-”Shares a perfect understanding with most of the male species (read MCPs) of the world. They both understand they are not meant for each other.” For too long I have lived with a I-DONT-CARE attitude towards  men. I have male friends(well the number is dismal as you can deduce), I am pretty polite to all men I meet and they don’t have any problems with me. Yet I guess I have built a sort of transparent wall between me and all the men I meet. And it is something I am worried about as I am beginning to feel that I am fundamentally incoherent with all the men in the world. Not a nice position to be in as I would meet men all my life!!

And hence I have decided to just let go.. of my prejudices as more I expect men to be MCPs ,  more MCP men I shall find. I owe a lot of my life shaping thoughts to men I have met. One of my friend has bravely suffered for a long time since I directly call him an MCP(and he is not even one!), and yet  he has never really turned his nose away from me(alas! good men exist). One guy has given me fundaes to think about the rest of my life.

Now I am allowed to slip once in a while(MCP bashing is fun after all!!). But for now, I have decided to let go..

It so happens a few times that God cannot see your plight and out of mercy grants you a Job!!.. Something that is so rare and highly valuable in depressing times like these ( you know recession  and stuff..) So I cleared the interviews and got the appointment so fast that I didnt have the time to blog about them. But today I joined my company and have lots to tell.

I was supposed to report in the morning at 9:15 sharp but thanks to the ever confusing roads of noida I got 20 minutes late… Thankfully the rest of the new joining junta was as bewildered by the noida highways as me and saved me from any embarrassment on my very first day! The first things I noticed about my company were :

- The building had an overdose of glass .. everything looked so fragile and breakable that I was surprised that by the end of the day there was no accident or broken glass ( Dunno how they get about everyday without breaking anything!!)

-The building has outsourced its temperature condition from alaska.. It is so freezingly cold that i guess i will never yearn for a hill station again

- The women are so beautiful…( All women look gud with even a bit of a touch up) just that i have never seen so many at one place!! And corporate girls have their own charm…

-Free coffee (yipee!!! ) I guess thats a common feature everywhere but since  I Love Coffee ..so gives me extra pleasure to know this.

- People are soft spoken(ugh!!)… this is one thing that doesnot come naturally to me.. I cant figure out how anybody can speak so softly to anybody on the phone. I have always shouted on phone and been loud with people so dunno how i will manage this part..

Rest everything is fine.. i think i can survive here .. Its a new life and a new beginning i guess..

As i spend another week as an unemployed graduate surfing aimlessly on the internet with no new blog ideas, i came across a startling realisation which is of course nothing extraordinary like Benjamin Franklin discovering electricity…but still when you find out what u do with  half of your waking time and thank god for finding this remarkable way to kill time ( fruitfully i think! ) .

I cant remember the day when google came into my life but it looks like it has been there forever. Just a few days ago i analysed my addiction to it and i was amused( wont say shocked coz it would be gross exaggeration!). whenever i open my computer the first thing i log on to is gmail, then orkut.. a bit of google-ing and for fun Youtube( which again is owned by google)
And my world ends there…

I think half of the vella net surfing population like me have the same story. If i were the prime minister of any nation i would have surely given Eric Smidth and co. some Padma Bhushan like award for revolutionizing the way i pass my time. Not to forget how i first created the very blog i am posting gibberish on.. i googled “wordpress” to find the site!

I am sure google wont employ me after confessing such selfless love publicly ( its really a big  thing for me but i will accept watever google says )  I guess i will be hooked on to it unless somebody else re-revolutionizes the way we surf the internet.. till then i will, i swear keep on GOOGLING !

first of all m really really sorry ( to those who take pains to read my gibberish) i vanished for some months. No matter how resolutly i swear that i will write regularly, the lazy animal in me does not permit me to write. i got an interesting piece of self realisation (my mind overflows with weird thoughts and stuff all the time ..if i was 20% less lazy i wd have written books!! ) which at last forced me to open my blog after a long time . its nothing spectacular   but important enough to share.. anyways

when i was in school i had a crush on some guy . will not name him but those who were close to me in school will guess. i did some silly things and eventually found out that he was dating some other girl. I got over him quickly, got on with life .. started college. I had my little heartbreak like so many of u must have had. Two days ago i accidently saw some new pics on his profile . when i checked them out i thought how silly i was! he looked like an ape.. how could i ever fall for him or sulk around!! ( not a nice thing to say for anybody coz i may look like a chimpanzee to many people..) it was four years since i actually looked at him properly and 2 days back i really laughed out aloud, not on him but on myself. I felt great! i was capable of letting go my past baggage and live a free life. hope this gives me strength to go through a lot  of other heartbreaks( which will surely happen as i fall in love again and again ) all i will need is time.

I was 16 then and foolish. but many ppl fresh from heartbreaks do behave the same way. i have seen my friends crying , refusing food for days, falling sick and doing sillier stuff like deleting phone numbers and writing miserable sob stories on the facebook. These things of course help healing you … but u see with time we all become sane enough to laugh at the girl/ guy’s pic on the internet and even compare it to an animal! an ape came to my mind first.. you cud try some other animal too! its harmless fun    

P.S.  I hope this blog post is never seen by that guy( though i have nothing against him.. he was an amazing guy with  amazing spirit!) i will write again soon ..

Though i promised to write at least twice a week and did a good job writing one post every week( which sadly went strong only for a fortnight) , i am here again with a new post . This was not supposed to be the topic on which i thought i would write so soon ( you see i have no intentions of showing my true feminist colours in my 3rd blog itself   ) I wanted to account my shopping spree across delhi but since janpath and the sister streets have not yet been fully ransacked i will leave it for the next blog.

The male species has been blessed with a strong body and a carefree mind. But its not just these strengths which have enabled men to rule over women for centuries together , its the weakness of  women that has done the job.  Being a women supporter and a part feminist all my life I have always tried to reject this theory which has  troubled my brain. But alas! Encounters with live examples in support of this has made me to admit this in public.

The root cause of all the troubles women face is that they dont believe in universal sisterhood. Pardon me for using stupidly heavy words but this was the first thing that came to my mind. Women fight with other women to show loyalty to men. Stone age humans were part animals (and men were surely more brutal than they are today), women being the weaker sex thought it would be wiser for their survival to stick around men even if it would mean compromising other things. It was  their fight for life, woman-woman relation was much less promising than man-woman relationship. Man soon became a territory to be possessed. Centuries flew by and nothing could stop this from becoming a part of female blood. This flows in our veins as a passion so strong that amidst so many shouts  for women liberation by cranky mahila morchas, among hundreds  of news reports about domestic violence and infidel men , we women are always ready to attack women and not our men. we tend to forgive our men but never our fellow women. Women ditch women with alarmingly high frequency all in  the quest for men!

I was reading a Manju Kapoor novel which dealt with second marriage of a man to the main protagonist. I was puzzled to see the first wife throwing curses on the other women while saying nothing to her man. This no longer irks me as the list of these incidents is long. In our hindi films, the other woman is always the witch, always the slut who dies in the end. The man just strays and comes out clean. He is happily taken back freed of all charges. Jump to reality and you see the same things happening. Look at the much in love couples, if a girl comes even an inch close to a ” TAKEN” guy she will be questioned and looked with suspicion. The girlfriend will rather eat the other girl alive quite forgeting that her guy is the only one on earth answerable to her! And now wrapping up and sadly admitting that  till   girls bitch about girls all the time men would continue to rule the world. Sigh! there was some truth to the saying – ‘ … divided we fall ‘

Good night

American and European tabloids are famous for glamourising everything from weddings to breakups to new celebrity babies etc. But now for the first time in (my) history will i see a death so glamourised! Jade Goody is dying .. we all know that but hardly anybody in my memory has made such a party out of one’s death as she has.

I wont be criticizing her for selling her wedding coverage rights to OK! magazine for some 2 million bucks. I have no business to do that. I wont be ridiculing her either for marrying months before she dies and  going  gaga about it. Its her right to be gushy about her wedding. Her misfortune is that she is going to die.

Death carries an eerie feeling with it. Poets associate it with darkness, gloom and misery and they have been proved right for centuries. But what Ms Goody is attempting is  a remarkable change of the whole definition of death! And she should be applauded for that.. She has made death look like an oppurtunity of  living life  to the hilt and having a party every moment of whatever moments are left to live. Great people have inspired people to live life till the end. But how many have actually done it? People like Goody who are on deathbed take death very badly. They may say brave words and try to enjoy but few have such a heart.

People may be mean to Goody for making money out of her death, but I have just one thing to say to her..” Way to go Girl! ” I salute her for taking things the way she is. Who is bothered about a million bucks anyways? Celebrities make money like that and there is nothing illegal about it. What makes me happy is that for someone life has become a cake for somebody and she is savouring every bite she is taking knowing that she is going to disappear with the crumbs in the end. Go and get the biggest precious rock for your ring you can find Ms. Goody and have the most memorable wedding anybody can dream of. You deserve it for your attitude more than anything else!

P.S. Jade Goody is a TV Star ( Co Participant of Shilpa Shetty at Big Brother). She is suffering from cancer.

Its a bit funny to write about love in my first proper blog . Idid secretly wish to arrive with a bang in the bloggingworld by writing such a thing that makes viewing history( big dreams i know.. typical of every dreamy head! ) . But since valentine day is approaching so i thought that my big interesting blog post can wait. 

First love .. makes us dive into  happy mushy feelings which can be headier than drugs . i will not go on explaining how people go stupidly crazy and cheesy during the first arrow hit of the cupid . but would like admit that the experience is nice

the most beautiful thing about it is that how people get wonderfully selfless! Man is a selfish beast and looks for profit everywhere. even in the case of love, sex and marriage this is cent percent true. I wonder why the so-called respectable arranged marriages can be called union of two souls when first thing the people do is to check each others degrees , jobs and bank accounts. but first love aah.. can a piece of paper called the love letter be so important that you clean your cupboard to find a secret place to hide it. wen does a stem of rose makes you so dizzy. all the material things which the world is busy pursuing seems so worthless.

the immense task of  this burst of happy emotion which is meant for a person other than yourself  never ceases to surprise because we cannot most of the other times in our lives love anybody more than ourself. we are too busy being selfish! but unfortunately .. the innocence is lost. Broken hearts always have questions for the second go(at love). this valentine day i celebrate this unselfish innocence.

and for all those people who claim to have never loved in life .. go lie somewhere else. Happy valentine day to all of you. Cheers!

after almost a sabbatical of 3 years ( maybe less ..) i have come back to bestow the world  my precious opinions!! there are some reasons why m here . the most important ones are given below:

• m bored and depressed
• got inspired from a self proclaimed lord-of-the-world who is posting his fundaes here
• and its time that i share my kind of crap with the world

no good crap to write for the debut blog but just for information before i end this.. dreamyink is just a fancy name and i have no intentions to hide my identity. i will be uploading about myself soon!

P.S.  will try to write twice a week  but wont promise. and a note of warning : i can turn out to be anything ranging from a male bashing MCP hating girl to a chick who talks complete crap! but i take my liberties for being a citizen of a democratic country.. gud nit