tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17222128.post2472562332059690022..comments2023-09-24T15:31:03.827+05:30Comments on inconsequensial annonymity...or however it is spelt: Stream of Unconsciousnesscrumbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17859064028034751891noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17222128.post-76486948526555957232010-01-24T14:39:17.720+05:302010-01-24T14:39:17.720+05:30i like the stuff about dreams very muchi like the stuff about dreams very muchshafeeq valancheryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15930510072904356008noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17222128.post-13502116474087137632010-01-18T19:51:39.855+05:302010-01-18T19:51:39.855+05:302010 seems to have a lot in store for you! I don&#...2010 seems to have a lot in store for you! I don't understand the 'parading yourself' bit, but I guess, and correct me if I am wrong, it has to do with an "arranged marriage"; now that's a romance in the offing!<br />By the way for whatever reason your post brought Langston Hughes "Harlem" to mind...especially when you wonder about dreams and their fruition:<br /><br />"What happens to a dream deferred?<br /><br /><br />Does it dry up<br />like a raisin in the sun?<br />Or fester like a sore—<br />And then run?<br />Does it stink like rotten meat?<br />Or crust and sugar over—<br />like a syrupy sweet?<br /><br /><br />Maybe it just sags<br />like a heavy load.<br /><br /><br />Or does it explode?"<br /><br />Happy New Year!Id it ishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10933156607975500727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17222128.post-53150350409643838032009-12-23T21:24:18.810+05:302009-12-23T21:24:18.810+05:30Making lists, that's how I spend the christmas...Making lists, that's how I spend the christmas+new year's eve. (caps avoided on purpose :D)Hence, i nod along as you talk about hope.<br /><br />About the wedding. I have a delightful feeling of schadenfreude at what you all younger siblings have to go through. (A certain friend in Delhi went through pretty much the same thing at her sister's wedding.You two can perhaps exchange notes. :P)<br /><br />Anyway, Happy new year, because redundancy is a constant despite the changing digits in the dateline. :)Amuhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01753489604623668792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17222128.post-73237440823859068432009-12-23T21:23:03.309+05:302009-12-23T21:23:03.309+05:30This comment has been removed by the author.Amuhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01753489604623668792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17222128.post-12724326426617609362009-12-23T13:17:15.138+05:302009-12-23T13:17:15.138+05:30@ asmita
aren't dreams about looking forward ...@ asmita<br /><br />aren't dreams about looking forward to something? and isn't the present what we call the only reality? so then, what are you saying?<br /><br />@ wapscallion<br />:) one thanks thee kindness profusely<br />and one agrees that there is indeed too much pressure on New Years Christmases to be a "certain delightful way". If people are going to mope for the rest of the year, what better day than Jan 1st to begin?crumbshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17859064028034751891noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17222128.post-42381818836458498042009-12-22T11:48:44.021+05:302009-12-22T11:48:44.021+05:30i think "one" has a lot to look forward ...i think "one" has a lot to look forward to. I agree there is too much pressure on and for new year celebrations. I don't know why we want to rake in another sucky year on a joyous note. But then we've been raised that way. And I'll always expect a great new year celebration. and hope Jan 1 will be a new chapter in my life. And ones too :)wapscallionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07223035148389266587noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17222128.post-60097522985663134562009-12-22T11:03:48.828+05:302009-12-22T11:03:48.828+05:30Dreams are to be dreamt even till the last breath ...Dreams are to be dreamt even till the last breath that you take. I never plan to give up on that. The one time and place when I am truly happy. No looking forward to(s) and the not lookinf forwards. There is just this pleasure of the present, even though momentary. Thus if dreaming is denial, I might as well be in denial. <br />.... Randomly thought this and so made full use of your's comment space :Pjinxedhttp://www.asmita-myspace.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.com