Monday, 21 May, 2007

The Dream Interpreter

I often dream to while away time( technically speaking daydream)of things which are never going to happen to me because I am unfortunately not a fictional character of a victorian classic or a mystery thriller or a romantic nonsense. Daydreams are often fun since I can tweak and twist it o my own liking, however they also depend on moods, my black moods can make me dream of really dark happenings all around me where a special person dies or leaves and the dream is vivid enough to make me cry....the first tear which rolls down my cheek is a splash of cold water which jolts me back to reality. How foolish I am crying over something which hasn't happened and may not or will not happen at all. My deepest fears tend to magnify with the help of my clarity of thought and imagination. Nevertheless many a times my pot of dreams has tided me over unpleasant things and situations, I have learnt to see the brighter side of most situations I can always dream it to be something else. Am i an escapist? or is it a psychological defense mechanism?One thing I am sure of is that I am definitely not a psychoanalyst so my intrpretations are purely mine not subject to any elusive theory..

Colour me green

Fresh green leaves on old majestic trees are like a sudden splash of joy. An Old green gate rolling open into a vast stretch of green grass is my earliest memory. The field dotted with innumerable little people dressed in royal blue and white gave me a sudden burst of excitement.

The grounds were moody rather muddy during rains,light green and yellow with spots of earth in summer...It turned a brilliant hue after the rains and little people marched on the chalk dust lines during winters...the trampled grass came back to life in spring.

Splashes of Red

I have always owned a red dress all my life. whether it be a baby frock as a toddler or a slinky red skirt when I was older...and then the years of living in red t-shirts and then the hand me down red pants which turned everything in the washing machine red. Followed by the red salwar piece of clothing that I have always owned and wear till date is a red riding hood cloak. My grandmother knit it for me..... I always go red in the face whenever I am excited...I wish my face wasn't such an emotional barometer and i wasn't the sentimental fool that I am...


my dreams of being an artist being shattered..


Orange juice and lemon soul for a penny... All the school girls are so many... The grass is green and the rose is red... Remember me when you are dead dead dead... --lines learnt in nursery