Dreams : My Home!

Here I am. Yes, still alive. Days are just passing by, and again i miss my favorite thing in the world, which is of course : Writing.
It seems like ages, since i have written something on my blog. People ask me of why i don't write up that much or why am not that vivid writer now, but my answer is the very same. Writing always captures some emotions. And you gotta be rolling into them, to pen it down finally.
This dame is the same. Mixed emotions. More of good though.
There are hell lot of things which you think when you go off to bed. That man/women, the Car, that awesome  Bike, your parents, of why he/she doesn't or didn't love you back, and what not. Same goes with me. But everyday one thing goes with me to bed and i wake up taking it to me along for the day, just to keep it safe. The Hunger and Passion for my work. Seriously i mean it. The people who know me will agree to this, am sure.
Not very far ago, there was a time when i had no idea of what i wanted to be, or of what will i end up doing. With all the struggles and self realization books i read, i knew what it was. My hunger was no longer unknown to me and to the people around. And then, somehow with time I now finally know how to keep it safe.

" I like the night. Without the dark, you would never see the stars".

A lot of people ask me the reason of pursuing engineering, despite being so crazy about writing, literature, and stuff. Somethings in life are planned and you probably can't challenge them. You accept the fact that somethings do happen for a reason. I remember telling my dad, about the newly found passion I had for writing. He smiled to me and said :
" Dreaming is beautiful, protecting your dream is Difficult".

Since then, every night before i sleep, i tell myself no matter how hard it is or is gonna be, i'll protect my dream - from all the criticism, laugh, objections and questions. I know this sounds funny and crazy, but yes it is true.
You can never be more crazy about something, more than how much you can be for your dreams. Never underestimate, or be sorry for your dreams.
"Dreams are very powerful,  they know there way".
So, be proud, confident, and take pride for what you believe in.
 I dedicate this post to a girl, maybe 6 or 7 years old, whom I met in a grocery shop today. She had come to buy a facial cream. She didn't even know the name of the cream she had come to buy as it was written on a piece of paper which was given to her by the lady, in whose home she probably worked as a maid. The shopkeeper gave him some 3 rupees less in return, as he didn't have the change. The girl looked the money she was given back in her hand, and she almost figured out something's fishy.
" Is it all what you had to give me, she asked politely? ". The shopkeeper smiled wickedly and said yes, and now better go home, this is all what had to be returned. And one must be educated to understand this, he commented sarcastically.
" I go to school, and learning maths slowly. You can keep the 3 rupees indeed. She said and left."
So proud. To be a dreamer and To see that little girl working to achieve her dream.

The Story Untold Part 1

It was raining heavenly. Sandy looked secretly in Sidhak's eyes,as he was driving the car, just to make sure if she could get any hint to confirm to what all was going in her mind. With all the calculations going on right in her mind, she switched on the music player. To her surprise, a romantic Shreya ghoshal number started playing. She wanted to ask him about the drastic change from Pink Floyd to soft hindi songs.  From when did you started listening to romantic hindi songs? She asked. Just a while, was his blunt reply.
Now, before she could possibly think of any further thing to carry on the conversation, he stopped the car. Here it is, your home. The party was nice and so were you, he said. Really? she thought to her while she was smiling. He opened the car window, as she was still thinking about her stupidity.
Bye then, he said in a manly voice. Bye, goodnight.
She walked towards her home, to simply recall and analyze of what all conversation they had in the car.
And with force, she opened the gate. Sandy, how was the party?her mom asked. Yeah, it was good. she explained of how tired she was and also that she had no space for dinner.Her mother was trying to figure out about the confused expression she had on her face.
The moment she entered the room, the first thing done by her was standing in front of the mirror and see of how she was looking and of what would  Sidhii would be thinking about her.
"You're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset ; she's going off about something that you said.." rang her phone. Aaah ! It was vishal, her best friend. She picked up the call thinking to inquire if he had also reached back safely after the party.
Sandy, you okay? he asked. Why in this world would i not be okay if Sidhii dropped me home, silly ! she said while jumping on her bed. No, i meant casually. So, did you guys like talked? Vishal inquired.
Vishal, its like the same story. We hardly talked. But it was still mesmerizing. Just being with him feels so right, so good, she said with a smile on her face. I hope it works out for you, he said a little low with his tone.
Hmm, chalo, i am really tired now, Planning to sleep. Good night then, said Sandy. Yes, bye and good night, said Vishal.
After all the girly things - from changing her clothes, to removing the makeup, to moisturizing her face, everything was done. All packed up in the quilt, she thought to herself, she realized, she didnt even ask Vishal if he had reached home. Shit, how could i be so dumb, she cursed herself as all these thoughts linked up in her mind. Moving on, she thought about the party, the dance, the food( a little), the glossy dresses her friends were wearing, of all the small special moments ; Vishal's confession of how pretty she looked, to a lot more. But still, the only thing at that point of time, which stood above all was Sidhak asking her if it's okay if he dropped her home. That was IT. Nothing more she could have asked for. Yeah, she knew she loved that guy freaking madly, and maybe he doesn't. Or it's just liking from his side. But if this is how God has made it to be, then she'll end up making him love her. Said that. Period. She just didnt want to think anything more than this.
Her mind was engulfed with a lot of thoughts. To be simple. it was as follows:-
A loves B (freaking madly). B likes no one (has got something, yeah a very little thing for B though).  C loves A (yes, the heavy word, Love). A cares a lot about C. Now, what to do !
It was not that her feelings were not known to Sidhak. He believed, she shouldn't take herself that seriously and give it some time. On the other hand, Vishal had the belief, that where there is Love, nothing else is needed.
Admist this, there was Sandy,who simply wanted Love. No complications, nothing.