Tread Softly.....

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,  

Enwrought with golden and silver light,  

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths  

Of night and light and the half light,  

I would spread the cloths under your feet:

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;  

I have spread my dreams under your feet;   

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

W.B. Yeats has perfectly described the feeling of opening your heart to someone. It shows how vulnerable we are, how badly we need to be protected and how cruel it is when the person who holds your heart in the palm of their hand crushes it.

Dreams!! We all have them. Impossible ones, irrational ones, perfect ones, entertaining ones. Yet how often do they turn into reality? How often do we have the guts to follow them? How often do we believe in them? What is the point of freedom of expression, of speech, of life... when the very basic structure of society is so conservative and rigid. 

                     When are parents going to learn to let go? We ape the West in mostly everything- good and bad- then why aren't children given the right to follow whatever they want? Why is convention better than choice?

Seems the same old teenage-parent dilemma. It may be...

I don't want to become rich. Nor do I want to be famous and well-known. I don't want to be a CEO or the smartest person in the world. All I want is to be understood and judged for myself. All I want is to explore life as I see it. To see the world as I know it. To fall in love as I feel it. I don't want to be told. I just want to be given a right to CHOOSE

So, Tread Softly dear one, you are treading on my dreams......

The year begins....

                                 A "Muse" is something which inspires someone to greater heights of discovery. One of my favourite poets of all time is John Keats. And I love the way he immortalized his love for Fanny with 'Bright Star'. But it is so tragic the way he never got to be more intimate with her due to his impending death.   

                                  Like Keats, writing does not come easy to me. It is something which is deep within me which I don't like to express to much. But there are times when writing what I feel is necessary to get it off my chest. Unlike Keats, there is no one who inspires me. No one who makes me reach the heights of intellectual discovery. But there are few things which bring me into the "MOOD.

                                  Reading a lovely romance, having a hot cup of coffee as the rain pounds on the window, a walk with friends on Marine Drive watching the sun set, listening to Keane or some particular soulful music- The band MUSE counts as well. Watching a deep, teary movie never fails to uplift me. Such simple catalysts so much discovery.

                                 

                                     However, this blog doesn't begin on a happy note. I have said Goodbye to a good friend this week. Although, he was in his late 80's, he never failed to bring a smile to my face when I was with him. Our arguments about N&S will always remind him. Actually, the movie still reminds me of him. A gentleman, a writer, a father, a grandfather and an amazing person. So long, friend, may you find your happiness in heaven and may you be at peace forever. 

                                     Secondly, a Goodbye to something else. To my one and only source of entertainment. I don't think, you are going to come back. My search has been fruitless. I only hope our paths will cross soon. Till then, I want to say a big thank you for all the time we have shared. For the movies, I've watched. For the songs, I've heard. For the games, I've played. For everything!!!   

                                     It hasn't been a great beginning, but I hope this year goes better. 19th Birthday over. 

The year begins...