DrEaM..U are D kInG here!!

“Dreams are lyk walk into reality,the sooner u realize dem the bigger and the better is the picture, sumtimes dim, sumtimes bright and sometimes jst a myriad thought waiting to take a wing.”
I dream,U dream,we all dream ( and sum evn day dream).Bt what do we dream of ? Something vich is close to our heart,something which we yearn for and something which is nourished as a secret desire in our conscious and subconscious mind.Smthing we always wanted bt neva askd for,becoz knew evn God is unable to help us out.Some dreams leave u CLUELESS without any expaination which evn ur soul may hardly understand..
Offo again I started being philosophical.Dis tym I wanna be lil funny..[though some of u may not feel the FEEEEL..;P)
So considering the activeness of my mind.I DREAM daily,without fail..;D Actually, dere are Sooo many dreams to DREAM abt.I finally end up messing them all.Ya, now what I DREAM of, can be anything.Something I did,someone I met (blushing) or even something that neva happened.Now, why suddenly DREAMS.That’s because I had one this morning itself and I remember it. I was dreaming that I am about to go on a short trip with friends (Yayy!!) and I was PACKING.The entirehouse was in a Mess.My mom was running after me and my things,and I was running around as well-shouting, ordering, panicking & doing nothing.Suddenly I remember prosthodontics.eeewww Denture making n PACKING(its really very yuck wrk).Am sitting in prostho lab alone and evrythingz so messd up.Um covered wid dental stone,wax plaster stone,bas bahut ho gya..(i exaggerate a lott..;D)
Anyways,so I was Packing (miserably-even in DREAMS),when I suddenly realised I did not know where are we actually going!!
Then I decided to call one of my friend to ask…
That was my phone vibrating in between.And Shoooo!!All my DREAMS of going to the trip were shattered by some maniac who was msging me at - OMG!! 4:45 in the morning (or night whatever) Wondering what the SMS was..?? Here you go :-
“Dear Customer, your SMS pack is due to expire in a day. Kindly recharge with Rs 51 to continue enjoying the service. Thank You”
WTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And A Sound-"GET UP manali...GET UP!!! GET Uppppp...its 8:30,u hv pharma exam”(Argghhhhh)
Yea yea i kno...Huh my DREAM ws much better than dis REALITY..
Haan toh..
Apart from dese CRAZY stuffs (the craziest ones are yet to be disclosed), there are also a few Realistic DREAMS.. Say, for e.g.
Watching Kabhi Alvida Na Kehna,evn i dont remember hw many tyms i watched dis movie in mah dreams[duhh damn i hvnt evn seen d movie once.bt am capable of makin story and scenes,of my own..exclusively for Shahrukh and wo bhi 4-5 baar]
Another BIG dream is of becoming the next big Business Guri i mean Guru.Having a life-size office premises with a Larger-than-Life size cabin to myself!!!! Business suits, meetings, conferences, trips aboard, work-force in hundreds,WOW!!
But,whatever be it I love to DREAM!! Because DREAMS are not just DREAMS..

If REALISTIC - they are the foundation stone of your Achievements!!
If UNREALISTIC - Umm..well.. they form a part of your blog!! :D

So DREAM now..(not literally)DREAM big..!!

Have a DrEaMy Day,
Manali..

JUST A SiLLy Thought...

As a child,I was fed on a staple diet of Ladybird books - Cinderella,SnowWhite and the seven dwarfs,Sleeping Beauty and the likes.I used to read these fairy tales and secretly wish that I had a fairy godmother who would be my guardian angel.I wished that I had a glass slipper,I wished I had a talking mirror,I wished I had long auburn hair,I wished I was woken after a long slumber and strangely all my wishes were somehow associated with a happiness and love.
Yet,life is never a fairy tale.There is no fairy godmother.There is no prince.There is no princess.I am like a poor man's 'daughter' who likes to dream big,who dreams that one day a knight in shining armor will whisk her away to a magical land full of love and happiness.But alas!!That's not happening!!!As we grow older our dreams undergo a transformation.The harsh realities make us realize that certain dreams are always going to remain dreams.And most often the dreams that remain dreams are the ones that are the most precious to you.Those are the dreams dat you wud want to give up everything for.
These dreams hardly ever die.Infact, even though you realize that they would never become true,but still become more and more vivid.Earlier if the faces of the ppl were hidden behind a sheet of fog, now you can actually make out who they really are.dey could be someone who love you like a nut but you are blind enough not to see dem.You are so obsessed with the man of your dreams that you don't realize that the man of your life (who may not be as perfect as you want him to be) is waiting for you.Yet,you don't stop being a fool.
You want to become like the mythical blue bird who can supposedly fly to a land where all its dreams become true.All the troubles and the barriers just disappear and you find what you've always wanted.To fly you need wings.Bt wings are not the only thing that you require for flying. You need courage in your heart,you need inner strength,you need to stretch out your wings!!Most importantly you need to open your eyes and look around.Who knows,you may catch a glimpse of a string held by the man of your life for you.He just wants U to hold that string and he'll pull you towards him.You need to look up to that magical land beyond the sky and say to yourself that you will reach there..The journey will be long.But you'll make it.

M..

NaTTu..A friend that i didnt have

Nostalgia is limited to the better memories, and I guess everybody likes to reminisce about the ‘best days of our lives’.Recollection of school days and school friends,inevitably wipes off every piece of unpleasant reality during those golden days.
Last year i wsnt feeling great before final exams, m banking on d reason being pre-university exam effect.So went through some of the phone numbers in my cell and called up a school friend.She told me that she had met Nattu.'Oye ye Nattu kaun hai yaar',sudden flashback and a picture came in my mind.One of my classmate got bullied in school because he was fat and very quite.Everyone hated him.Never tried out to find the reason 'WHY'.He hardly had friends.Other classmates used to tease him.
I still remember misplacing my physics record file(which i decided i hd lost 4 gud) somewhere just before ma board exams.We had barely exchanged a few sentences during our 6 years together,and here he was helping me complete it.That day i got to know he was interesting company.Wondered why everybody disliked him so much in school.Even if HE WANTED TO BE, no one wanted to be known as Nattu’s friend.When I jog my memory I just remember Nattu as the fat, rich kid who was inevitably given time off during music lessons.The music teacher had summoned enough courage to tell Nattu’s parents that there was not a single note out of the seven that he could ever sing.I never used to talk to him in school because my friends never liked him.
Few days back i got his contact number, so called him up.We talked about all the classmates we were in touch with. I discovered rohit is in NIT,shivani is doin fashion designing,nikhil doing mbbs.Wow!! We were suitably inebriated when we finished talking about everyone in school and the cute girl Jasmine.The boy had a BIIIIIIGGGG crush on her.After talking to him for more than an hour a question arose in ma mind 'Is he being so friendly to me because he has no friends even now?' I don’t know. Maybe I AM BEING just PARANOID...
I feel, at times,we don’t love to explore opportunities. Most of us live in the Blind Arena, when there is a sudden flash we end up getting reversed or we completely open up.
I feel during school and college, once we have 2-3 good friends, we never give others a chance. But later in life, we sometimes discover that those others can be great company and even potential friends.
I just think we are afraid and highy scared of the crowd around us.'What the hell will they think of me if i do this and dat'.And sumtyms we are just too blissfuly living in our own beautiful world and ignore the fact that other people(not so normal people according 2 us) might be eligible enough to enter it..

Manali..

Whats there in 'Being YoUrSeLf'

My mother used to say that everyone in this world is born unique,with an originality in themselves but in course of growing up she always asked me 'to be urself'.Fair enough n quite true.i used to get confused.ws my originality fading off?
I wondered why my parents, after each n every single failure and even success asked me to be original.it seemed very silly to me at that tym.i tried finding out answer to this confusion.But now i realised to be natural is very much difficult.its not that easy thing in life.lord gave us one beautiful face but we ourself made various fake faces.For each and every friend and relative im different.I figured it out that i needed to suit evryone,i needed their love,their praises,their confidence thats why i trimmed myself.I got one face with different masks
and i became one among the millions.I'm not what i used to be,i hv changed.And i dont say im unhappy with such an attitude nor i say im happy.its just many a tyms i realise that I cudnt define myself.God created me otherwise and i changed myself otherwise.What if evryone in dis world remain original,dont die copy.I think things will go worse.I called up my mom,told her that your daughter has changed..she wasnt surprised,she talked to me as if she knew that it was going to happen.With a sweetness in her voice she explained me-No one like to change,its circumtances which change them.God wont understand how difficult it feels when u hate to hear your friend singing but just not to hurt her, u keep on smiling.She made me laugh on such a view of hers.
I dont know what i realised talking to her,just felt it was very natural.
To be yourself needs alot of confidence and clarity of thoughts what u want in your life And this thing hardly exists,believe it or not
Remember "Be yourself" is about the worst advice you can give people.Do wateva your heart says.
It was for all my FRIENDS,

luv u guys,
keep smiling,
Manali.