I'm someone who is looking for love. Real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, time consuming, can't-live-without-each-other love.

The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return

'I'm... just a girl, standing in ''front of a boy, asking him to love her.''

Love Stoned

Love is a many splendored thing. My entire monday morning has flown by with this sentence running through my brain. Love is a many splendored thing. Love is a many splendored thing. Splendor, a word I havent heard in a very long time and today I am saying it over and over again. Splendor. Splendor. I have also been chanting love love.... I think in times to come dear universe, you will be receiving a lot of posts about love and romance.

Since I have kept my eyes open for love and romance. I have found it. Not just in movies and books. But around me. I saw my grandmother, who in her younger years was romanced, by my grandfather. Years after his death she met another man and in their old age, still have love. Both sitting endlessly for a doctor's appointment and like wise. Seeing my parents, being all silly and playful , literally running around the house. Seems a little immature, but also seems very loving... and just ......being so happy. Even my generation, I saw a friend, who would do anything for his girl, she just has to pout or screw up her forehead and he's soft putty in her hands.

The thing about love is, it doesnt have to be grand gestures, it doesnt have to be flying across the Atlantic ocean or chasing behind a taxi or petal laced path. Like life, in love maybe its the small things. I say this after lots of research and zero experience. That love does exist, in real life, people have loved someone their entire lives and still experience the thrills of it even after decades and decades of it later. When they were asked what they love about their partner. None of it was.. oh we went on a carriage ride in a moonlit night, or she made the most beautiful candlelight dinner, which was... yada yada.............. They love and remember .. things like, 'when she sits next to me and falls asleep', that makes me feel like such a man... or the way she itemizes everything on the shelf. The way he has to coffee before doing anything else, when she smiled ... and even now when she smiles..their are butterflies in my stomach. All these were after decades of being in love.

Grand gestures are great, but its the many a small and splendored things.............. Oh universe, I sound completely love sick, and the cupid hasnt even struck. I understand why people go looking for love. Because its a beautiful thing, its like a scenic picture, you know its beautiful. But it'll only be truly breath taking when you are actually there. When you are actually at that place. I know love will be absolutely amazing.


Universe....... am I setting myself up for massive disappointment? or am I just being normal and waiting for that many splendored thing?


xxx
Sang

Dreamer

Yesterday I watched Willy Wonka and the Chocolate factory after a very long time. In the movie Gene Wylder sings the lines,

There is no ,Life I know
To compare with Pure imagination
Living there ,You'll be free
If you truly wish to be

If you want to view paradise
Simply look around and view it
Anything you want to, do it
Wanta change the world?
There's nothing
To it


I understood then that very few people will ever understand those lines. Those people are Dreamers, people wish to be dreamers, those who are true dreamers never tell everyone that they are.... or sometimes they never tell at all. Its a secret life in your head. No one can judge you, arrest you, hate you love you or pack you off to a room with a straight jacket.

Dreamers know reality and they definitely know dreams, they never confuse one with the other, that is why you can never find out whose a real dreamer and who is not.


Dreamers live a hundred lives in their heads. They have a secret passage way into it. Its like a secret society which does not exist. A dreamer will never ever share their dreams or their thoughts, as its direct route into their soul.

You can never become a dreamer, you are born a dreamer, these people have never been analyzed by shrinks cos they have never let their dreams out. They can dream a whole day, and go to sleep, with a day very well spent.


Some give dreamers flak, saying that this world is reality and not living it makes you foolish. You know what, Dreamers dont care. They know who they are and what they want. They probably have a better understanding of life than those who have never let their imagination show them the beauty of world.

If one ever comes across a dreamer, tread carefully, you'll either be wary of them or fall in fascination with them and spend the rest of your life trying to figure them out.


We are the music makers... and we are the dreamers of dreams.
Willy Wonka


“I prefer to be a dreamer among the humblest, with visions to be realized, than lord among those without dreams and desires.”
Kahlil Gibran

Optimist: Day-dreamer more elegantly spelled- Mark Twain

“This whole creation is essentially subjective, and the dream is the theater where the dreamer is at once: scene, actor, prompter, stage manager, author, audience, and critic.”-Carl Gustav Jung


We are such stuff that dreams are made off- (Shakespeare)

Sang
xoxoxoxo

Unmistakable

I had actually forgotten about my baby.... my blog........I realized that nothing had really inspired me for some time to write. Then suddenly it came to me, my inspiration. Romance. I know there have been innumerable number of authors, poets, song writers who write about this subject and I wondered why. Now at 23 years, 8 months and one day. I figured it out. Its because its the most amazing thing. Its fascinating. Thinking about it is so exuberating. I have to confess that I have never experienced it. I have never had someone, so having couple romance has been only a fantasy more than an actual experience.

So why am I writing about Romance, something I haven't even experienced. Why is it an inspiration? The reason is that dreaming of it is the inspiration. After having to listen to a friend struggling for a divorce and another not appreciating inter-continental romance. I realised that as much as I love being cynical and judgmental. I was a romantic at heart.

I want to be courted and I want to be wooed.

I dont want an arranged marriage. That would be "The Most Unromantic" thing on this planet. I cannot choose someone from looking at his picture or because his "family is good" or because he comes highly recommended. I cannot choose some man because he met me once and then he has to announce to his mommy and daddy whether he wants to continue to see me and decide "I am the one". I cant.... I just cant even bring myself to even imagine myself going through that. Oh the Horror!!


I always never wanted the above situation. But off late, my belief in romance has rooted itself firmly in me. I want Romance and in no circumstance am I ever going to not want it in my life. Being romanced or finding romance is not going to be my only maksath in life. But I know wants its presence. Someone to love.

I love old love songs especially... actually most old love songs.After many many times of listening. I understood that these song writers, wrote from their heart. They understood romance, they had it. Thats what made the song so beautiful, it was because not only did every word had meaning, but they sang it from being in love. And for the first time ever I wanted it. I wanted romance. I wanted to be in love.

Be in it so deeply that in the words of Abigail Adams "should I draw you the picture of my heart it would be what I hope you would still love though it contained nothing new. The early possession you obtained there, and the absolute power you have obtained over it, leaves not the smallest space unoccupied." or write what Elizabeth Baratte wrote " And now listen to me in turn. You have touched me more profoundly than I thought even you could have touched me - my heart was full when you came here today. Henceforward I am yours for everything...."


Ok so maybe that makes me a raving total looney or a bimbett or a bubble head. But I dont care. I want to walk on clouds(apparently thats the feeling when your in love).


I never liked the backstreet boys but their song Unmistakable is something which I have been singing "Will I know your voice when you havent said a word, how can I know a song that I have never heard" " "what if your here and I am just blind" "will you be the one I had in mind" "Will you be unmistakable".


To my guy-who ever you are, where ever you are.

It's a cruel game to play if you know me, know am the one and still havent made your move. But if you havent. Then its chill.. in perfect time I'll see you and hopefully you'll be unmistakable.

To Romance,

Come out, Come out, where ever you are.

XOXO

Sang

In Pain

Ever since I found self-waxing strips, I asked the questioned immediately after my first pull. Which is more painful self-inflicted pain or some one else causing you pain. I of course spent a good amount of paid time at work pondering this. Which would hurt more, if someone dug a grave and pushed me in, or I voluntarily jump into a man hole. Who would I hate more, me or the other person.

Well me de genius figured out a possible answer, that whether I hate the other person or hate myself , its a third party that eventually gets hurt(Unless I self mutilate, commit suicide or pop the other person's clogs)(Oh btw, all 3 too much of an effort, so gonna skip em all). Its this is poor unsuspecting third party that gets the backlash of my pain, through my words and actions.

Then the second question dawned which is worse, to be the receiver or giver of the backlash.

Normal people would not want to be the target of either of the above 2 questions and according to my sanity test on facebook I am perfectly sane.

If I am as sane facebook sacredly says I am then why do I do things that will eventually hurt me. Why do I do things, say things, get into things that down the line I will smack my head and wonder why I did or said such things. Its like am digging this huge grave and hoping no one (inclusive of self)will push me in. Like today New York times was nice enough to tell me that I am morbidly obese. Did I have to go read the health and nutrition section? Couldnt I have just skipped on over to the Joe Biden making a fool of himself section.

The only thing that saved me from plummeting to supremely bad body image day from slightly bad body image day, was that research has shown that once, your body has genetically defined how much you will weigh, any sort of compulsion to push it further up or further down, will be rejected by your brain, that is why for certain people, their weight loss is never permanent.

Or when I say something which I regret half hour later, some months later(at these times I wish my current self would run back in time and tell my past self to shudd uppp!!!)
This what you called Self infliction.

There this woman I know who insists on crapping all over my work life, cos her private life is worse than crap. This is known as Third party bashing.



Don't you feel that the pain existing in this world is just increasing as the days go by.

Is pain measurable.

Which pain is worse physical, emotional, mental, spiritual.

Is forgiving and healing the only way to get over pain?

Earth Hour

After reading every article on Hrithik Roshan's love affair with some Spanish dame and Lindsay Lohan's break up with her les love Samantha, I ran out of things to look up, and for some reason I got directed to a page on Earth Hour and kept getting re-directed to alike pages for half an hour(not complaining about the time that passed-very grateful for it!just why Earth Hour).

You know in India we have something really similar, its called Load Shedding!!!!!!!!! Every summer the country preserves its energy by cutting off power for 2-6 hours depending on where u live, nearer a politician then never, further you are longer the power cut. Our great nation's power guys will cut it off even when they see one drop of rain fall from the sky. Their logic is you dont need power to enjoy the rains or a drizzle so here enjoy the darkness and the mosquitoes. Cuddle up with your families in front of the mosquito coil.

See if everyone in the world followed that imagine the energy savings. I dint bother putting my lights out. Its like hitting yourself really hard. Why would I wanna do that when I have government that does that for me.

I read that because so many people across the world shut their power off, the world save that much energy that would have been used through out China for six seconds. Six seconds!!!!! the entire world plunged themselves into darkness for an hour to save energy for a country for SIX SECONDS!!!!!!............ Goes to show people will do anything for absolutely nothing

Everything is not perfectly everything

You know what so annoying about life, its that you cant have everything, which is so unfair. Whats wrong in getting everything that you want. Some people... ok ....just Me...... thinks that I deserve to have everything, I have been a very good person, and therefore I must be entitled to have everything. This does not make me a spoilt or an in grate . I want everything good in life not venus and mars to be perfectly aligned.

Fine..... fine if I cant have everything then Why oh way cant everything I have be perfect, maybe I can live without somethings,if what I already had was perfect. No flaws in anything that I had. I would be so perfectly content with the perfection of what I perfectly own.

If I can't have everything and everything I have isnt going to be perfect then...........................

Why cant I be perfect... and do things perfectly.. I hate making mistakes, especially when I have taken major efforts in not making mistakes, and then someone points out a mistake...... I wanna just scream....... actually just growl and give out a royal roar........ ofcourse I would rather turn back time not make the mistake and then I would be like you know.... happy. Why is that the harder I try for perfection the more mistakes I make. I wanna just kick myself. GRRRRRRRRRRRRR................ .............. Why cant I do things perfectly.....................why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why............. Times like these I wish the earth would open up and swallow me.
You learn only thru mistakes... people tell me ... bah!! I say............................ The only thing ve learnt... is that I cant do anything right!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Cant have everything......
Cant have perfection......
Cant be perfect......

Oh beautiful life.................................. I thinketh that it is the pursuit that makes it beautiful........ If it so-eth... I think I will screameth.