Strange land

Sometimes I wonder about the times when we have dreamless nights. Well, Laurie Anderson would made me believe that on those nights we are in someone else's dreams. The dreams themselves are a mind-blowing phenomenon. Some of the mornings, I curse myself for not remembering the dream sequence because I am quite sure that it would have made the plot of the next Steven Spielberg's blockbuster!

Have you ever felt something slipping through your fingers- a wedding ring or sand or water or happiness or optimism or life. People often wish that life was a scene of a movie- someone was directing it as a rom com probably-light-hearted with a happy ending. Probably even a melodrama, albeit with a happy ending. Sometimes I wonder what if my life was a book written by Haruki Murakami. Magic realism and an abyss for an ending which has no end. That would be truly spectacularly strange. Strange in all its glory. Not the sarcastic strange. Every feeling at the deepest level and yet so fucking distant from reality.

Anyhow, what else. Have you ever felt that you have just so much to offer to people or probably to someone in particular and yet you are so caged. Caged with thick invisible bars. And the world would call you something nasty if you broke the fucking bars which dont even exist. You will act insane just because you dont want to be called insane. When did mystery become such a negative word, I wonder. I don't know what you are thinking, it could be romantic if it is romantic. If it is not romantic, then for sweet devil's sake I should know. Right? That was rhetorical by the way.

I absolutely love it when strangers smile at me (not the creepy ones) or at each other. Or when you get to hear some stranger's entire life story during the course of a train journey from Mumbai to Delhi. One night of a chance encounter in a bar leads to zillions of nights together. How do you reach out to a stranger with whom you identify with like you have never identified with someone before. It could just be a window to gaze through and see yourself from a distance. Or probably someone as human as you are, waiting to melt into someone's arms.

Why are we so afraid to admit that we are dying to love and we are dying to be loved.

Also, a random someone could probably give you some of the life's biggest answers and I would never call that a chance encounter. Well, its a strange strange land!

PS: The new name of the blog is inspired by this wonderful composition by Elliot Goldenthal: