“Dream a little dream for me”

… in order to play out our destiny, we must read the world for hidden daily blessings”

~ Paulo Coelho

Its amazing how I’ve started believing in signs, especially after reading this author’s brilliant books! I guess I was always surrounded by them, but off late… they are so obvious, that its hard for me to miss them.
And somehow, I have always found those messages through dreams. Life saving messages mostly! The most beautiful one – till date – and one which I can never ever stop thanking the heavens for; was when I woke up to an actual nightmare! Quite ironical, aint it? Read on…
There was a time when my mom was really sick and two previous visits to the hospital (in the same year) had left her really weak! Her sugar levels kept dropping and she was afraid to even sleep…as she thought something might happen to her in her sleep. My sisters and I reassured her and finally got her to catch some sleep at 4 am. And we slept in the same room with her… here’s where my dream kicks in!
‘I saw the four of us sleeping in the exact same positions that we were actually in. It looked so real, that I thought I was awake. Anyway, I see myself suddenly jerking out of my dream and running towards my mom, and trying desperately to wake her up. She is absolutely still. My face went pale and I started shaking her up, begging her to wake up. I run to my sisters and they too get up instantly and try in vain to wake up my mom! Just as I start panicking like a maniac, I ACTUALLY jerked out of my sleep and ran to my mom ~ a mirror image of my dream which I imagined just a few seconds ago! The scene unfolded just like it did in my dream. At that time, I was too nervous, confused, scared, emotional – to think about the significance of that dream. We rushed her just in time to the hospital, the doc said that a few minutes later and she would have been in a coma or six feet under!’
I thought about it later, and the power of that dream! Had it not woken me up… I shudder to think of the consequences. Thank you for the message, God! :)
And yes, among all the different kinds of dreams I have had – action, romantic, war dreams, nightmares etc… these are the ones I treasure the most! The latest message I have received left me happy for days! :)
As the previous posts suggest, I was pining over a guy who hasn’t bothered about me in over four months. BREAKING NEWS:I couldnt care less either!!! **Well, actually I did… but shhhh, thats just between you & me! ;)**
Anyway, he did feature in my dreams, but those shall not be discussed here, for reasons best known to me ;) So, where was I ? oh yes! The message in a dream… so this could get a lil filmy, please bear with me !
For dramatic purposes, Im gonna go into a few details, since this dream kinda opened my eyes for me :)
*dream opens*
I see myself in a lovely, bright red lehenga choli, looking resplendent in my bridal avataar. (*I actually couldnt get over my own beauty*). And Im sitting right next to the holy fire, getting ready for the pheras. Ideally I should have been happy, right? Wrong! I was crying my eyes out and my make up was running across my face. I kept turning and looking at the mandap next to mine (Yes, it was a double wedding – and I was in love with the dulha in that mandap) :P He too loved me, but apparently could not marry me – for reasons best known to him. Anyway, so my pheras start and Im crying like as if Im gonna die… and he is trying to avert my gaze! Prude! Suddenly, I hear another sob… and turned to see my future husband crying too. Cos he knows Im not gonna be happy with him :( I felt really bad as I realized that the ‘wrong’ guy loves me right… and here I am… crying for the one who couldnt even fight for his ‘love’. Thats when I decide to take control of my life and focus only on my life ahead, with the man who really loves me. Dream ends with my X-Boyfriend turning red with jealousy!*
Now, some of you may think that this is way too filmyyyyy or that I have been watching too many saas-bahus dramas, but I tend to look at it as a message, the ‘SIGN’… one that made me very happy :)
Its God’s way of saying that “you dont always get what you want… when you want it!” God has his own style too, you know! He works in ways we cannot see, and he will give us what we want… just not the way in which we expect it :)So for now… im gonna get lost in this dream world of mine, cos it has given me so many things to be thankful for. Sigh.

Im getting a sign from my stomach now… time for me to grab a bite :*


Have you ever wondered…

  • what it would be like if you were a bird – careless & free, roaming the skies aimlessly… not bothering about money or food, or jobs & relationships and the stress attached to it!
  • how the moon looks like vanilla ice cream with the words kwality scribbled all over it(sometimes, it looks like cheese too)
  • how sometimes, casual conversations with a stranger can make it seem like you’ve known him forever?
  • that if you do have previous births, how come you are so aware of the current one and have no / slight memory of the previous ones?
  • what it would be like if you were exactly the opposite of you current self… how would you react?
  • if you met yourself and were trying to figure out what your name was… what would you assume your name was? ;)
  • how it would be if you lost your sight? have you ever tried blindfolding yourself to experience that?
  • how gravity does us a huge favour by keeping us rooted to the earth? ;)
  • how we often we take things/ people for granted and realize it until we’ve lost them?
  • how we long to grow up and earn our independence and once thats done… we wish we didn’t grow up at all?
  • how silence communicates a lot more than words?
  • how nature has so much to offer and yet, we are so caught up in this urban jungle that we are so accustomed to?
  • how it would be to abandon all of this and live a rural life?
  • what it would be like to be a princess and have your own kingdom?
  • how you look… like the REAL you! not the mirror image? ;)
  • what you would say if you saw your dream playing out exactly the same way in real life?
  • what you say to your husband on your 50th anniversary (that is – if you celebrate one together? ;)
  • what you would be doing if you were born in a different family? raised in a different country?
  • if the heavens stretch out across the skies – which part of the world was God’s favourite?
  • if hell was beneath us… would we find it if we dug enuff?
  • would we find the burning ball at the centre of the earth if we kept digging all our life?
  • that if the planets are part of galaxies… what lies beyond it all? is it jus a bottomless black pit… with these galaxies suspended in mid-air?
  • who gave us the right to uproot the jungli plants growing in a pot? what makes them bad… dont they have a right to live too?
  • what it would be like to grab a piece of a nice, fluffy cloud?
  • what it would be like to dance/jive on the marine drive sidewalk?
  • how it would be to swim right in the middle of the ocean?
  • who came up with the alphabet system and who said it should sound like the way it does?
  • if there are eras like ‘before christ’ then how did the earth come to be?
  • we all believe in the same force, call them by different religious names and then fight over that same powerful force…that should be binding us in the first place?
  • why Indians are so mesmerized by ‘foreigners’ (which mostly equal to the fair skinned)
  • why people who give money under the table are the same ones shouting anti-graft slogans at protests?
  • how people are so self-involved that they can indulge in a conversation with themselves – without noticing that  you have fallen off your chair out of sheer boredom! :P
  • how you finally realize the true meaning of a phrase once you’ve experienced it, and then go back to a memory – suddenly, it all fits, it all makes sense! :)
  • how the person you thought was your ‘whole world’ ~ only thought of you as an option in his?
  • how one hug makes all the difference, can heal without medicines, can make you feel on top of the world?

Not accepting the anger of others

Buddha was walking into the city market one day and near the city entrance an old bitter man was sitting on a box glaring at Buddha, who carried a bright smile on his face. At the sight of him this old man started cursing Buddha up and down, left right and center, telling him how pretentious he was, how much better he thought he was and how he did nothing worthy of the air he breathed in this world. But Buddha simply smiled and kept on walking to the market to get what he needed.

The Next day Buddha returned to the market and once again that old man was there, this time his cursingintensified, screaming and yelling at Buddha as he walked by, cursing his mother, cursing his father and everyone else in his life.
This went on for weeks and finally, as the Buddha was leaving the market, the man approached him:
“Buddha, every day you come here smiling and every day I curse your name, I curse your family and everything you believe in” the old man says ” but every day you enter this city with a smile knowing that I await you with my harsh tongue, and everyday you leave through the same entrance with that same smile. I know by speaking to you now that you are not deaf, why do you keep on smiling while I do nothing but scream the worst things I can think of to your face?”.
Buddha, with the same smile still on his face looks at the old man and asks “If I were to bring you a gift tomorrow morning all wrapped up in a beautiful sash would you accept it?” to which the old man replies “Absolutely not, I would take nothing from the likes of you!”.
To which the Buddha replies “Well after offering you this gift and after you’ve refused it to whom does my gift belong?”
“It would still belong to you of course” answers the old man.
“And so the same goes with your anger when you offer it to me and I choose not to accept it”
“Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned”      ~ The Buddha
“Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves”       ~  Confucius

Buddha Gyaan!

Once Buddha was walking from one town to another town with a few of his followers. This was in the initial days. While they were traveling, they happened to pass a lake. They stopped there and Buddha told one of his disciples, “I am thirsty. Do get me some water from that lake there.”

The disciple walked up to the lake. When he reached it, he noticed that right at that moment, a bullock cart started crossing through the lake. As a result, the water became very muddy, very turbid. The disciple thought, “How can I give this muddy water to Buddha to drink! “So he came back and told Buddha, “The water in there is very muddy. I don’t think it is fit to drink.” After about half an hour, again Buddha asked the same disciple to go back to the lake and get him some water to drink. The disciple obediently went back to the lake. This time too he found that the lake was muddy. He returned and informed Buddha about the same. After sometime, again Buddha asked the same disciple to go back. The disciple reached the lake to find the lake absolutely clean and clear with pure water in it. The mud had settled down and the water above it looked fit to be had. So he collected some water in a pot and brought it to Buddha. Buddha looked at the water, and then he looked up at the disciple and said,” See what you did to make the water clean. You let it be…. and the mud settled down on its own – and you got clear water.

Your mind is also like that too. When it is disturbed, just let it be. Give it a little time. It will settle down on its own. You don’t have to put in any effort to calm it down. It will happen. It is effortless.”

“Having ‘peace of mind’ is not a strenuous job; it is an effortless process!”

Date a girl who reads ~ Rosemary Urquico

Dedicated to all the avid book lovers I’ve ever known ~ Thank you Rosemary :)

“Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes.”

One Day @ an Ad Agency!

Wondering what a typical ‘ad-wallah’s day @work is?
Lemme try and capture the madness in the post (there’s absolutely no method to this madness… so stop hunting for one, RIGHT NOW!)

Our days, mostly often begin after 11 am… even though technically, we are supposed to present in the office by 10 am. And we are, physically at least. Then comes the chai, the newspaper, catching up on some gossip, a smoke break thrown in for some inspiration… add another chai to the list, and then we get to our desk! Work still does not begin though! We switch on computer, go on to Google Chrome, login to Gmail/ Gtalk, Facebook… add a few comments, update your status…  THEN we move on to our official inbox! Whoa! 20 pending mails – including one from the boss’s boss.. asking you about last night’s project! Shit! Another smoke break man (PS: smoke breaks also include non-smokers who are there just for the gossip under the pretext of ‘ideating’ ;)
Get back to the desk and decide to get the team together to ideate / brainstorm… blah blah blah! Opppsies! Lunch time already!!! Gotta go… tummy calling! :)
Lunch breaks mostly last for an hour… again coupled with a few snide remarks about our bosses, bitching about that new intern who has just joined us and thinks he’s wayyyy too smart for his age – planning a prank for him, and a whole lotta crass jokes about anything in general! LOL
Ahhhh! After all this fun… gotta get back to work! PS: all that rice in that special thali has made me drowsy. Lets head to the recreation room… catch a bean bag & some 40 winks ;)
PS: this can also be used as a getaway for inspiration ;)
4 pm: Raju gets you chai and you realize its time to get cracking. Quick smoke & chai and you’re back at your desk, team gathering commences! Brainstorming in full swing, yet you cant help notice how your boss can ramble on for hours without noticing that nobody is really paying attention to him! Poor guy!
Oooohhhh.. smart ass intern wants to speak huh, lets snub him! Yeah rite… that idea needs to be shot down :P
Meeting over! Phew…thank god! You’ve got everything you need and you’re all set to work on your copy… when you realize the deadline is impossible (as usual). You start fighting with the Account Executive… after all no day in complete without that fight…just as no meal is complete without Hajmola (aah! the effects of branding ;)
And you finally get your way… even if you interpreted his NO as a YES ;)
Cos the creative guys always get their way ! :)
And as you start working on the copy, you realize its 6.30 already! Oooppsss ~ another nighter… time for some booze, chicken tikka and a whole lotta fun… and oh yes! Work :P
So the work continues all night… which consists of incessant trips to the coffee machine, & the loo, and the design team and to the recreation room, then back to the copy room! Ahhh! Time for the pitch already!! Better freshen up ~ dab on some perfume, oh yea! im done ;)
Now, since the creative guys stayed up all night working on the pitch, and the account executive could well have been renamed Suppandi (or Postman Uncle – cos thats what they reduce their job to).. who could explain the concept better than us? So we tag along for the meeting, looking as sleep-deprived as ever! However, the chances of winning an account also depended inversely on our sleep-deprived look.

So we give it our best shot… walk in confidently and tell the client that he better be going in for our creatives or he is gonna lose out on the best thing ever since cheese was discovered! But, we realize that clients love being difficult. It gives them a high to reject creatives at the first pitch – a chance to show the ‘creative guys’ that you’re not all that smart. The general thought really is “I’m the client and I pay you to tell me I AM SMART! So now go back and work on the silly little feedback I have given you and massage my ego.”
Ugh! Back to the drawing board. But we decide, lets give the client a few changes. After a few fonts changed & a few visuals (& slight copy) altered ~ the brave hearts return. Turns out it does help to include a few client suggestions as long as you can make them believe that the changes made all the difference to the creative and your initial idea remains the same :)
Phew! So basically, we don’t have days~we have days that extend into weeks, before we decide to take a break, disconnect for a day and get back to the next project! The next few days-turned-weeks pass by! The cycle continues ;)
Now, there are a few occasional days where you might finish your work before the deadline (the chances are one in a million) and you are dying to head home ASAP! You pack your bag and make a dash for the door; just then you hear your boss’s shrill voice screaming out that we have a new brief! Deadline: ASAP! Ugh~ Its back to the brainstorming sessions and you have to cajole your mind to get back to ‘work’
There goes that lovely dinner your mom has cooked, that date you probably took months to get in the first place, that repeat of Ugly Betty/ How I met your Mother/ endless reruns of F.R.I.E.N.D.S that you were hoping to watch!:)
In simple words, we have no life or WORK rules our life! Hence its no surprise that we would find our prospective partners at any of the following places:
Coffee Machine / Smoke Break / Across departments / via an email that you weren’t supposed to get / at an award function/ Ad Club Event / Office Party or picnic or drinking session with the boys!
And its good if we find them at our workplace… it will save us the trouble of explaining our overnight sessions @ work! After all, he / she could be a part of that too.. ;)
Ok! I know I promised to let you in on how our day unfolds… and when on to talk about a million other things! But thats just the way we are – we ramble on incessantly… even if we have an audience or not! :P
PS: I did manage to stick to the topic of advertising, no! ;)
Hope you had fun! :*

Date a guy who reads ~ the ‘follow-up post’ to *date a girl who reads*

So I realised ~ where the men were given directions to date a woman who’s literate, you know, read ‘n write ‘n god alone knows what else, the women are still rather stupid about it – they are making the same illiterate mistakes! PU comes to the rescue with a broad guide of why the reading man will never make you wanna bang your head on the closest wall!

So it is possible to complain against a guy who reads. He will be the talker on the date so he can never complain that you talk too much. When you thank him for the most trivial things, he will come up with a ‘for you, a million times over’, from Kite Runner. He will never hurry things up. If anything, a book may become his excuse for lingering longer at your place when you really don’t want him to go. It may not even be your book.

He will make the coffee you prepare for him sound like some childlike delight from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. He will ask you to tell him a story some night, and disbelieve you. And when you show him the book that the story belonged to, he will read it cover to cover all over again. Whether to verify the contents or to just experience the magic all over again, you will never know.

Date a guy who reads because only a true reader will force a book down your throat and demand it back when you’re done, in some way, to let you a bit into a part of his essence. Even if it is sci fi and even if you’ve never bothered with the genre before, nor will ever again. He will be in full awareness of this fact and yet… A man who reads will always have a bookshelf in his living room. However rudimentary or unembellished. It may probably be his first piece of furniture. Often, the only one in his house – for a very long time. He may use residual space in it to store knick knacks, but when it begins to constrain, the tidbits go out. May be on another rack or just on the floor, he doesn’t care so long as his books are well preserved. Like you, he will love the smell of yellowed parchment. And your need to sit on the floor, even of a crowded bookstore on a sale day because sometimes book sections do that to you. You may not end up buying any of them and yet he will never hurry you out. He may perhaps state the prelude disclaimer that he shall take longer, but that’s what sets the bar for you. He will also understand your need to buy books especially from the second hand stall or raddiwala beside the veggie market because he knows treasure is not found in obvious places. He will perhaps encourage or at least give you the space to browse through many Dr Seusses for your niece or nephew, either for he knows they should start young, or perhaps because he didn’t.

A man with books behind him will chuckle at your most nuances jokes – whether comparing someone to a Wodehousean character or just something from a Scottish folklore. The only curvy women he shall openly lust at for hours will be from his graphic novels or comics. For that matter, the only things he shall explicitly admire will be books. Especially a bargain or an unexpected find. And take it from me, it will make you grin ear to ear. Most of all though, the image of a man sitting in the morning sun rays beside the window, on a couch, in his night clothes, with a book in his hands makes for not only the most impressive, but the most endearing figure.