Writing dreams to dreams on writing

There have been countless nights when i have woken up with this desire to write whatever i had been seeing in a dream, to hold on to the sights perched perilously on the lashes of my sleepy eyes and to give them the identity of written words. But as soon as i switch on the light, they seem to dissolve in the vividness of the surroundings as if silently acknowledging their insignificance to a higher reality all ready to set in. Suddenly there are no visions to contemplate, no words to ruminate over but the materiality of objects around staring at me. The surreality is all lost to a blink.
I have long nurtured this habit of sleeping with books surrounding me in a pile by the pillow. I can't say the reason for sure but guess it has something to do with one of those childhood fancies of mine. I would sleep with my textbooks around thinking that would obviate the need for a revision afterwards. It makes me laugh to think about it. But then such is the nature of childhood. Lately I have started keeping a diary and a pen by my side thinking someday i will have the patience to sit up and brood and may be pen down something. But my lumbering pace with words has always lost to the effervesence that thoughts are. May be when i grow a little old and when my mental faculties slow down as days and years in me pile up, the twain shall meet. And I will write.

What is there in a name

On the surface the question seems fairly innocuous and a touch rhetoric. But apply it to (in)appropriate situations and see the dimensions it grows to. Let me give an example. Imagine this.
Its a lovely day and everything feels so perfect so appropriate. You are taking a walk back home when you see this gorgeous lady pass by. You are feeling good about yourself and it almost feels like there is a divine design behind things. You stop on your way and with the most benign of smiles ask her name. Now,thats it buddy!! The honeymoon is over. A few hushes, a few muffled voices, a few stares from here and there and you find yourself besieged by an ominous looking human wall, all ready to implode at the faintest call to chivalry. Then you look to the heavens and cry out loud," For heavens sake what is there in a name!!" Few thunderclouds roll, then peals of laughter as you hear these words bellowing down " What a fool! huh!! The whole world is a name show kid! Now go get one for you and stop dragging your dad's to bulls all the time." More laughters as clouds part.
I dont know if i am making any sense. Lets move it to more serious things now. Lets talk about Democracy. Democracy is not only a statement on the political ethos of a scociety but also its social mores. It derives from the Utilitarian philosophy and egalitarianism of past centuries. We have an extended, extrapolated, bizzare version of it here in India. But one thing we did right after kicking the Britishers out was abolishing the discriminatory titles that people added to their names. The constitution went a step ahead and endowed all Indians with the right of equality and backed it with the right to constitutional remedy.
Now one would ask- why this discourse on Democracy if there are better things to write about? Well this was just an attempt to remind myself of some hard learnt civics lessons in school :D and get in the mood for the Republic Day. O Mohe Rang de basanti..basanti..rang de basanti..ding ding ding ding.

The panacea called blogging

Its been a long hibernation and thankfully its ending today as i emerge the weary toad tired of inactivity. Its been an incredibly boring week and today is no different. To add to the woes, i have this terrible cold with a running nose and a sore throat. Nothing in the world irks you more than this state of limbo which neither qualifies you a sick person nor gives you any respite from the constant sneezing and drousiness.
I am sorry to say but its a disreputable disease. It creates this aura around you of 'feigning unwellness'. Afterall, who hasnt used this trick as a ruse to avoid going to school or doing homework on time. I sometime have this feeling that only the most cursed of human beings fall prey to common cold and i can surely hear the gods laughing mad. For the last three days I have been sleeping with this hope of either waking up hale and hearty or having a complete crash only to find that i am still treading the borders.
May be i am overreacting and common cold is only to common to be taken seriously. That is why i hate it evenmore. I detest medicines and having to gulp down pills with this bad aftertaste which ruins your day. And the way they function is by making you feel more sleepy and more dumb. On the whole an entirely unwholesome affair.
So to god here i pray: hello Mr. Almighty!! Kindly bestow my suffering soul with the ability to withstand the misery that is common cold.
But the gods are busy watching the damsels performing the remixed item numbers. So to blogging i turn and the love of internet is to be my panacea. Here i write and forget the demons of ..oops i have already forgotten the name!!