....carT00n FEvER....

I was in the library today for 10½ hours straight. I have a paper to hand in, in a few days and I was in desperate need for some time to work on it, so I was doing that in the library and reading for 10 hours straight, a ½-hour break in the middle to grab a sandwich. Well, either all that reading has taken some sort of serious toll on me and I've gone balmy or I just want to rewind my life 13 years....I really want to watch cartoons. I just realize how much I miss watching them. My daily favourites were: Felix the Cat, Casper the Friendly Ghost, Tom & Jerry, Alvin and the Chipmunks, Woody Woodpecker, Sesame Street (ok, not exactly a cartoon, but who cares, I loved it anyway!), Kids' Songs (these kids singing these nice songs like 'Waltzing Matilda' and 'If You're Happy and You Know It, Clap Your Hands' and dancing around in cute clothes), the Looney Toons series, and cartloads more. Wherever I went, they used to play us kids cartoons and somehow, we just lost ourselves in those tiny frames of animation. I never really knew I loved cartoons so much until today. The cartoons of this day are nothing like what we used to have back in the 90's when I was a kid. My dad's colleague presented me with a VHS with some amazing cartoon movies like Disney's Cinderella and Bambi. When I watched Bambi for the first time and all the times after that, I never really understood where Bambi's mother went and why he was so weirded out when he saw this other full-grown male deer watching him from a distance. But, just a few years ago, when I happened to watch the movie again, I realized that the movie had something deeper to convey than just deer running around in the wild. Bambi's mother had actually been killed in the stampede and I could feel his pain when he realized that she was gone and his helplessness at the time he finally found his mother and couldn't do anything but stand and watch her die in pain. All the poignance depicted in that 'cartoon' film reduced me to tears. Looking back, I think that was some movie!!
Also, the sight of the male deer he got was actually the spirit of his dead father. It is strange how cartoons were so symbolic of so much more at that time and it was such a beautiful way to convey so much through all those lovely Disney movies which were just beginning to become a rage then. The cartoons these days are seriously nothing like what we had then.
I also had so many crayons and coloured pencils, and colouring books.
My friends also had so many and our favourite way of modern day 'hanging out' at each other's places would be drawing and painting, we would also ask someone to judge our drawings and tell us whose was better. There were so many of these jumbo-sized colouring books which were really thick and had so many pages, but when me and my friends used to colour those pictures, we used to be so mad when the pages used to tear. Now I know why, they were all made out of cheap, recycled paper. I also miss those lovely beanies and goodie kits they used to hand out to kids on flights. I really miss those. Even now, when I see any of the steward(esse)s handing out any of those goodies to kids, I seriously keep wondering why they don't notice me. I want one of them too!!
Boy, you kids, am I jealous or what!! You have all the lovely discounts, all the goodies, all the cartoons, all the....

...And Then The Special Days...

Have you ever had a day which seemed nothing like any other? Well, I've been having a string of such days for eons, but there have been sweet breaks in the rut. Every day is special, that's something I've known ever since I knew anything else. But, special in what way, I ask. Well, of course, special enough that I'm yet with life, I guess.

How would you define a special day?

I don't really have a concrete definition for a 'special day'. I.M.O., anything can make a day special, it just depends on each individual, I guess. To me, even the smallest things such as seeing a butterfly go flower-hopping can go a long way in making my day extremely precious. People, of course, do so much more to make my days extra awesome. Even the smallest gestures or words or anything humanly performed can make me feel so grateful. Being the person I am, I just can't help smiling thinking about all the wonderful things that go on. At times, random special moments from the past just bring a smile to my face and it just happens anywhere at all. There are so many times I can remember feeling a smile or a giggle coming on in between really not-exactly-hilarious classes. A mental smile or a giggle works for me. Reminiscing is something I do on a daily basis. So many random memories of the past just come to my mind as if they just have to.

Well, I've had some really wonderful surprises in my life, knocking on wood, and I'm extremely grateful for them. To us, doing small things for someone may seem very ordinary and normal, but we never know when and what exactly we do that makes them happy and hence, we leave our footprints in the beach of someone's life.

People are special. Cliched, I know. I'm a minutiae-person. To me, the details are what matter the most, such that, at times, I totally forget about the big picture. But, details are so important to me. What details? Well, details related to everything that has or can have details. Even the most insignificant word anyone might say can make or break something for me. So many things that make a difference to me and most people could be: having a wonderful conversation with someone, just bonding with someone you never thought you could even imagine talking to, receiving some special mail, hearing from people you've known and not been in touch for a long time, a simple phone call from someone when you're blue, reading something really inspirational that makes you reflect on life and everything around you, accomplishing something you previously thought unaccomplishable (and when it actually turns out to be quite an accomplishment)....and so many more such lovely happenings.

If only I could be this filter for the good stuff which just lets all the not-so-nice stuff drain away. I'm not sure why I'm rambling on about goodness and special days, but somehow, I think I have the answer and don't have it, too. But, I love the fact that the future is so unpredictable, somehow, we can create it or yet just leave it to Destiny to create it for us, we can do anything...it's karma, it's luck, it's all the glitter and colour in the universe, all the thoughts and emotions, all the people, all the flowers, leaves, trees, sunshine, joy...it's all pure magic.

*(Perfect)*

Who says no one is perfect? Perfection has been interpreted wrongly in the present age. Usually, people say to me, no human is perfect. But, what if I say that we are all perfect as we are? I clearly stand a chance to have a mountain of debaters trying to prove me wrong here. Well, regardless of anything, I still stand my ground and maintain that we are all perfect. In case you are wondering, no, I do not have my rose-coloured glasses on today from behind which the world seems like paradise. But, instead of taking to cynicism, and for a change, if we are willing to overlook and simply appreciate the goodness that each of us possesses, then yes, sure, we are all perfect. No matter how negatively a person portrays or chooses to portray him/herself, when twilight comes, we all know that we don’t exactly want to be bad people. There is something inside us which does not allow us to be who we deeply desire to be. This huge tangle of the ropes of our emotions just doesn’t come undone when and the way we want it to, which can be frustrating, so ultimately turning to alternate solutions seems to be the best thing to do. I cannot speak for everyone (generalization is a crime I would not like to commit), but from who I am and what I’ve learnt, I know for sure that evincing personal emotions is not something too many people are good at. But, yes, we are perfect, and one more thing, we are perfect, and this is true for all of us.

Life has magic and wonder woven into each strand of its DNA. There are opportunities, people, chances, risks, events….each of these elements of life are just perfect all the time, but we just fail to see the perfection in them when lightning strikes. When it’s a sunny day again, everything seems perfect once again. Each step we take, each move we make, each breath we take, each decision we make- everything is carefully planned…we plan it almost all the time, but Destiny works her magic on all that we do and it ultimately results in something more than just positive in our lives, although the effects may never really manifest themselves right at that moment.

Look at it from the eyes of The Person watching us all on the big screen, and yes, it’s not hard to actually feel the perfection, magic, and wonder floating all around us in the form of fine and pure gold dust contained in tiny, delicate pink glass bubbles that can pop anywhere, anytime and just on anyone or anything. Such is Life….what we hate results in something good for us and what we think is full of the allure of sparkling diamonds just has all the sparkle floating on top of it, and at the bottom, we might just find a ton of lead.

All of us are living proof of perfection, so I believe!

Missing Home!

Doha, Qatar- the city I've spent all the 18 years of my life in; the only place I can ever associate with the word 'home'. If you've lived in any place as long as I have, you will probably be able to identify with what I just mentioned.

I've been missing home, i.e. Doha, ever since I moved into university and these days, I miss it all the more, there are so many memories that I have from there and so many associations and links between my life and Doha that can never be broken. Especially now, when there are so many festivals and events going on, I can actually feel the distance between where I am and where I came from. Qatar is a small place, and if you live there for a year, it's very natural to get bored and long for a change, but, I guess, that's the kind of boredom I'm longing for. The evenings in Doha, the loveliness of the Doha afterglow, the way the city glows like a glowworm with all that electricity of the lights rushing through the power cables of the different buildings that stand against the black Doha evening sky, bumping into so many known people in the malls and other places, hanging out with friends and family, watching TV at home, going to the Corniche, the lovely spring breeze in March...oh, and so much more than you'll ever know. This small country has so much to offer, things you can only experience if you've lived there as long as I have or at least for a good number of years. I could write a book on what I love and miss about Doha, but I guess, there are something that are better left unspoken or unwritten, and just left to the better part of ourselves- our minds, to soak in the joy of the magical memories of the best moments of our lives yet.

A Tribute to All My Friends

As we go on, we remember, all the times we had together,

And as our lives change, come whatever,

We will still be *Friends Forever*

The C-word which makes me go....eewww!!

There's just one interjection I can possibly associate with a particular beverage called coffee-ughh!! Who would ever imagine that a day (or in this case, night) would come in my life when I would have to succumb to the wicked pull of you-know-what!? Okay, in case you're interested in the reason behind my dislike for coffee, here it is, plain and simple: It is extremely bitter for my taste and quite frankly, I don't think it even comes anywhere in the vicinity of being alright...delicious is antonymous with coffee. Okay, all you coffee-lovers, I see the steam from your ears.

Honestly, it's one beverage I've never been able to acquire a taste for. Just the smell of coffee feels repulsive to my nose. I'm even able to drink fresh grapefruit juice without any fusses, but coffee, uh-huh, nada, it's simply not something that would go into my list of prospective addictions.

But, today, I had to study, so I had to drink coffee, and in spite of two creamers and 5 packs of Sweet-n-Low, the thing tasted as bitter as bitter could be, I wouldn't want to turn my imagination towards a picture of me drinking just plain, black coffee. I drank it for the sole purpose of ingesting all that caffeine into my bloodstream which I seriously was in dire need of. It did work, yes, I did study, I did concentrate...well, so what if it worked like magic? It doesn't make me dislike it any less. I guess I've finally joined the race of the coffee-drinkers...oh geez, I'm sure it was voodoo... again, who would've thought...ME....COFFEE???!!!! Double ughh!!!

Just Some Random Expressions of Thought

Inspirational Music: Skylander - Deep Sky Divers

Now, 2.41 AM, is the perfect time for me to type out an entry. I've taken such a liking to ambient music, it's certainly one genre that I can listen to no matter what mood I'm in or no matter what I'm going through.

If there's one thing I've come to learn during the past few weeks, it is that no matter how cheerful a person is, there is definitely something within themselves that's eating them up, the smile that you think brightens your day is actually just the perfect way to conceal all the doubts and troubles they are brimmed with. We just assume we're the only people with doubts, troubles..but we are not trapped in that bubble alone, we just have to look around us to see how many millions the bubble of worry is actually accomodating, and you know what, it just gets bigger and bigger, never popping.

The world works in strange ways, ways that we may never be able to comprehend. Things we least expect happen to us- maybe it's magic, maybe it's faith, you and I can never tell, but what we CAN do is to stare at the sky, talk to the stars, smile at the twinkling winks they give you and tell them our deepest secrest, make our wishes...it's not worth hiding anything from them anyway, they already know each quark of our bodies to its core.

:-)

Music.....to me, right now, that word symbolizes Enigma's Celtic Dream. Evokes memories. Soothes my mind. Looking out of my window, I can see the brilliant Sun, always unfailing in its duty to provide us with the brightest of all its rays of light. It just breathes life into all of us, but I don't get why so many of us run away from something so incredibly out of this world, on a pretext like skin cancer. While the Sun sprinkles its gold dust on us, the leaves on the trees outside my window bask in the glory of their share of gold dust. Listening to Celtic Dream which makes everything around me feel so divine. The magic of the sunshine and the innumerable memories that the song and the swaying branches bring to my mind are just more than the simple pleasures of life. They are the elements which make Life seem like such an illusion...such a dream...I was also reading a comic strip alongside and then Celtic Dream began to play...that combination just evoked a lot of memories...especially, the ones with my grandfather. The best memories I have of him are when I was really young, we used to sit up late in the night and read the 'Dennis the Menace' cartoon strips in the newspaper. Those were some precious moments that have claimed their rightful place in my 'sky of memories' and it doesn't exactly bring a smile to my face when I begin to realize that I can only look up at that sky, but all those memories are like the stars in that sky, I can reach out to them, and even see them sparkling bright, but I can never bring them back into my life, never hold them in my hands. My grandfather passed away in December 2004, soon, it will be a year since he passed through the golden gate where each of us will someday have to pass through. I'm not sure if it makes me sad or if makes me just wonder....wonder about the moments in our lives. Somehow, everything's just written in the stars, and that's Life for me. Picture in my head: A person walking alone on a long road with the wide sky above him painted midnight blue. All the silver stars above him shining like jewels in the darkness...it's not an ordinary darkness, it's in fact a darkness full of promise and wonder..it contains all the magic in the world, all the prayers, all the hope, all the wonder, all the voices from the heavens...and...all those who have watched over him and all the others like him who have travelled the same road..and they will continue to watch over everyone who will ever travel that road.......

Some Thought Butterflies In My Head

Why does the grass always have to seem greener on the other side? It's been around 2 weeks since I joined the University of Western Ontario in London, Ontario, Canada. The first week I was here, I felt like I was the only person in the world, that's what homesickness does to you. Coming from a world where people were always around me to a point where it annoyed me to a place where everything's newer than the newest thing in the Universe was a huge leap, it was a decision I had made...to take this leap. I missed everything from the tiniest cell of an ant in Qatar to the huge sky that blanketed the tiny world called Qatar. So in between the cell of an ant and the huge sky, what I missed the most were the people there- family, friends and my house, oh yeah, and the college I spent 10 months in, from September 2004 through June 2005. Quoting Bryan Adams, "Those Were the Best Days of My Life" so far. I don't really know what it was that I missed about college, but I know one reason why I did- my friends. They made college seem like wonderland. There are so many special days which seemed so normal at that time, but looking back, each day was so precious in its own way. Somehow, the most obvious and clichéd statements are the facts of my life- Time flies like an arrow (Groucho Marx), and 'All good things must come to an end', and many more such statements and quotes.

99% of us wish we could turn back Time and just let it freeze for a while. Each moment of our lives, especially when we're in the middle of having the time of our lives seems like the best moment ever, and as each second ticks away, the next moment seems so much better than the previous one. But, when the music stops and the clock strikes twelve, everything that happened seems like such an illusion, we begin to doubt our own conciousness- did all those precious moments ever happen to us or were they just part of some huge magical web of dreams? Mayhaps, instead of trying to invent something extremely technological, we should switch over to creating something that can trap all those moments which come into our lives that mean so much more than anything else in our lives, the moments which define our lives and add all the colour and sparkle to it, and more than anything else, which make life worth living.

When I got here to university, I totally detested the place, I just felt like I needed to see a familiar face somewhere. I imagined how relieved I would be to just find someone I knew, a familiar face, from the crowd, but Life is never what we expect it will be, it just throws these priceless little surprises wrapped in the ugliest of wrappers, not always the pink and blue wrappers with little hearts and teddy bears we expect them to come in. Quoting my friend Huda- 'Don't ever hate something that's good for you', I guess that is really true in so many ways, who has seen tomorrow, who has known it......maybe I'm here for a bigger reason than just education, which I will probably not know now. It seems a little weird saying this at this point in Time, but then again, who knows?!

To see a World in a grain of sand, And a Heaven in a wild flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand, And Eternity in an hour
- William Blake

Can you ever know....?

When you wish for something, and it actually comes true, how do you feel? Happiness is the natural feeling, I suppose! But, have you ever felt like mayhaps what you wished for wasn't the best thing for you at all? Just a thought-cum-question, feel free to opine!

One Dream Fulfilled...999,999,999,999 yet to go!

Right now, I'm in the US of A, having a really good time, living some of my dreams. This is the second time in 7 years that I've visited this country. At the end of this day, I would have completed 4 days in this country and in all these days, I've visited 3 Ivy League schools and one other university- University of Pennsylvania(PA), Brown University(RI), Princeton University(NJ), and the other one, Rutgers in NJ. Of all of these, I've toured the campuses of Brown and Princeton. Both of these are so old and exquisite. I can now imagine why old is gold. Well, apart from this, one of my biggest dreams has been fulfilled- to visit the city of Providence in the state of Rhode Island (picture above). This marvel of a city is home to the famous Brown University, it is the city where Melina Kanakeredes lived her life as Dr. Sydney Hanson in the popular TV series which also the namesake of the city- 'Providence'. Well, now you would wonder why I wanted to visit the smallest and 'quite an insignificant' city of the country. The reason behind it was Providence itself, no, no, not the city, but Providence- the show. It was one of my favorite shows and ever since I've begun watching the show, it had become one of my biggest dreams to visit the city. And guess what, I already have!!! I just can't believe I did that. I have to give it some time to sink in. Well, if you've read 'The Alchemist' by Paulo Coelho, you would probably be familiar with this quote "When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.” Well, in this case, thank you Universe for conspiring "for" me!! ^_^

A Connection With Eternity

Every time I happen to see pictures of natural beauty such as these ones, I just seem to feel a strange connection to each of these scenes. These pictures aren't just beautiful, they seem sublime enough to fill my senses with a feeling that surpasses the definitions of just 'beautiful' or 'awesome'.
This picture on the top-left side may seem grey, lifeless, and may hardly seem to hold anything of beauty in its frame at the first sight, but when I look at it, I feel that this 'picture' is more than just a photo, it has a soul, a certain empyrean life that cannot be perceived with physical senses, it is just there, for us to absorb, to just feel. It has a story to tell each of us, something we may never know. I do not know to which geographic mass on this planet this scenery belongs, but it does'nt matter to me because I feel a connection to these pictures, the places that lie within these frames, and several other such still-life yet views that are full of life. I feel a deep connection to them, because they seem to be reaching out to us, to tell us stories of ourselves, of this cosmos that we would have never known and would never know anytime in our series of lifetimes. They sing songs that just transcend any music, anywhere. If only I could visit all these places and absorb all the experiences they have to offer to the eyes of my soul!

About the previous post...

.....I felt like I was drunk on a bottle of nostalgia and memories, and I was so high on them!! lol

In Between Backward and Forward

Well, I haven't still overcome my old self. I'm still constantly reminded of the wonderful days I spent at CNA-Q in the past 10 months by everything that I do. All this nostalgia that constantly buzzes about my brain like a bee feels like a dull ache in my head that's refusing to go away, only, this ache is not painful, not hurtful, not negative at all. Is anyone else as sentimental as me? I wonder!! I still have my college email account, so I can at least log in there and feel like a part of the CNA-Q sphere even today, till the day I leave. In fact, I just did that sometime ago, I went to my college inbox, I looked at all the emails that my instructors used to send us students and all the announcements that used to be sent to all students, and each of these emails represents a memory that will only stay in my head and in my life as part of my 'past'...ouch, what a negatively powerful word! Somehow, I can't blame anybody or anything for any of this. It's some part of me that wished for all this, moving away, I mean! It's not like it's something bad, but right now, it doesn't seem very pink and peachy to me. I made this choice, but is it possible that people wish for something in the beginning with all their heart and when they actually get their wish, they find that it was all so wrong? A part of my mind is always wondering about this these days. I was optimistic earlier, and somehow, when it comes to this matter, I cannot drag myself to any sort of positive thinking, in other words, I just cannot pull my face towards the front, towards the daylight. I'm looking behind, I can see everything wonderful that has happened to me in these few months, all the wonderful people I met here and just about everything here that made me not want to leave this place. It has almost become like a second home to me.
The perfect way to describe my situation in a nutshell is that I'm moving forwards with my face turned backwards and looking at it, it's like I'm stuck between backward and forward. I know about Time being the best healer and all that jazz, but what about right now? This very moment? Well, guess what, it just passed, and of course, it won't ever be back, every single word takes some time, and all that time has passed, and will of course, never ever come back, we age with Time, we grow young, we grow old, everything else seems pointless right now! So leave me alone with my memories and come back later to check on my humble blog, if you're lucky, you might see something happier than nostalgic graffiti in this space! ;)

The Various Colours of Nostalgia

The songs that are playing in my mind on 'repeat' mode are: 'Graduation Day (Friends Forever)' by Vitamin C; 'Time of Your Life' by Green Day; and 'Seasons in the Sun' by Westlife.

I just got back today from a surprise send-off party that my extremely thoughtful, sweet, and wonderful friends threw me. Such days make life seem so eventful, and truly worth living. For the past two weeks, there's only one thing that has gripped me so tight, and that is nostalgia! I didn't realize how emotionally attached I've become towards my friends, my college, and everything about the life I've had in Qatar over the last 10 months. I can't believe that I've grown to love the place, my college, which is almost like a small world in itself, with the nicest people (not too many meanies, really!!), and the pretty pink memories that I associate with this place. Along with my first step into this college, I carried a heart full of apprehension, and a pessimistic mind to go along with it.
I still remember the first week as being really long and drab, I was still a new student and facing the same run-of-the-mill problems that every new student faces. Most of the people around me knew one person or the other from high school or a workplace or through family connections. But, to me, this college was a whole new world, a transition of cultures, literally. But, during the span of these 10 months, so much has changed for me. I have a bunch of really amazing friends who would do anything for each other. It has taken me so much time to make these connections, and now, it's already time to leave this world of vibrant colours that was given to me all wrapped up in a golden basket. On the day of my last exam, I kept looking around at everything in the college, reminiscing and enjoying the last few moments of my time here. I tried catching glimpses of the buildings where I spent so many hours of my life- the classrooms, the computer labs, the library, the cafeteria, the lockers, the student services centre, the parking lots, the Optimistically speaking, I will be moving to an altogether new world in which I will face the same fears and apprehension, at the same time, I will close with my own hands a chapter in my life that I wrote with rainbow-coloured ink. Before I graduated from high school, I felt equally sentimental and nostalgic, but high school seems like a lifetime ago because of the magnitude of wonder that has been infused into my life by these seemingly mere 10 months of my life in college. Moreover, it will be a totally different land that I'm moving to. More than anything else, it's the life I'm leaving behind that I'm concerned about at this point rather than my life ahead, although it was the other way around just a few months ago.
Time has this miraculously subtle way of healing us humans of all that saddens or wounds us. I'm sure it'll help me get over all my nostalgia, but somehow, I just find it so difficult to loosen the tightly sewn threads of my nostalgic sentiments towards everything that has touched my life. I find it all so amazing to think about how everything in this world is pre-ordained and destined to happen in a certain way, I just admire all of this so much, and my wonder towards all of these aspects of life and the world is just incessant.

But, if there's one thing I've learnt from life, it has to be that no matter what happens in your life, the Earth is not going to stop spinning on its axis, human cells will not stop dividing,....in short, you have to move on because no matter what, Time will move on, and so will the people around you. It may come as a surprise to you who's reading this, but you yourself might just have to give up, you can never hold your own against the powerful force called Time. Time will continue to be the silent witness to all the creation and destruction that goes on in all the spheres of conciousness in this cosmos.

Paper here, Paper There, Paper Everywhere...!!

Just yesterday, I was at an HR class, and with my attention spanning just about one nanosecond, my mind drifted off to E.T. Land as usual. But for one moment, it just returned to the planet of the humans for a second and stayed there, because of the gravitational pull of one single thought that kept lurking in my head. I was wondering about paper and printing- sure, you think I'm nuts? Let me explain the whole matter that was of great concern to me yesterday, in the middle of a class.
Here, in most places in Qatar, workplaces and educational institutions alike, we are allowed to print free of any cost. It might sound a little unbelievable to some of you, but yes, what you just read was true, indeedy!! I was never really much of an environment conservationist, but I was just going over in my head about how much paper I use up when I use the printer. I've almost become addicted to printing. It's almost like I cannot leave a computer lab without printing anything. lol. Obsessive-compulsive disorder?? OMG!!
E-books, Powerpoint handouts, class notes- all of those take up so much paper, and I'm only one of the so many millions who prints on so much paper. There are so many people all over the globe who use so much paper everyday, especially in workplaces and other organizations, in houses all over the world, at schools -notebooks and textbooks, regular books that people buy from bookstores, and the list just goes on into the darkness of eternity.
Am I getting a little protective about the environment here as I feel a little guilty printing e-books out as there are so many copies of the actual copies of these books in bookstores and libraries all over the world and here I am, wasting paper, printing them all over again, in the effort to save a few bucks. I'm not sure if my actions are justified- to a debating society, they will and will not at the same time. But, that's the ultimate question- is it fair to use up so much paper, and do we really need all that much of it? Recycling is definitely an option, but how many of us would actually prefer to use recycled paper instead of fresh, nice, soft paper? Is money really our priority or is it the future of our precious planet we are more concerned about? In a few years, would you want to see yourself on top of a beautiful snow-covered mountain or in the middle of a barren land without any trees, and surviving with an oxygen mask inside your own home?

In the moment....

Another season of the 'American Idol' came to a close today. For the first time in my life as a viewer of the show, I felt like I was actually present in the audience there in L.A. and having a really good time. This, I.M.O., was the best episode of the entire season with everyone performing with their own idols and the whole thing in totality was an experience in itself. While I watched Carrie Underwood actually being announced America's Idol, there was another question that came into my mind related to our dreams and ambitions.
A multiple number of us have one dream or aspiration at least that we want to realize. Regarding the American Idol, all the people that auditioned and got selected during the auditions had a common dream- to be a famous face; to be someone that everyone would love, adore, and die for. But a few of them actually had a yearning that was so deep, a dream so powerful, and those were the people whose dreams got them the spots of the top 12 contestants. As it kept narrowing down, many were voted out, even though they all shared that great dream. Then how come the person who won the title won it, and not someone else (each one was as good as the other)? Does that prove that only the 'winner' had the most powerful dream? What about the others, didn't they all strive towards achieving what they so deeply desired, too? Or was it that Destiny had some part to play here? I can't really come up with one perfect conclusion to this. Can you?

Ouch!

I got my ears pierced again today. Well, I had a piercing each on both my ears from when I was a little girl, but now, I have new ones just on top. Actually, this is the second time I'm getting them pierced on the same spots on both my ears. How come, you ask me?! The first time I got the second piercings done, they were sooooo painful and since I'm cursed with sensitive skin, there were a few complications, and I ended up not wanting them the same day I got them pierced. Anyhow, that's all a matter of the past.

The 'past'...well, that word reminds of something that has been of great interest to zillions of people all over the globe for eons- Time Travel!! Count me into this pool of 'Space and Time Travel' aficionados. Since I wasn't a science student at high school, I'm having some trouble figuring out all the scientific terminology, but I'll figure it out somehow, where there's a will, there always is a way! My current read is a book called 'The Short History of Nearly Everything' by Bill Bryson. It's not a very recent release in the literary world, I bought it a few months ago, and I'm reading it now.

Well, as for time travel, didn't Napoleon say nothing was impossible, now it certainly seems to me as if he knew what he was talking about! Gee, I'm all about adages today!! Who am I!! ;)

What if ? # 2

Pertaining to my previous entry, I had another question about the mind and the imagination. What if our minds had only limited storage space perhaps like the 250 MB that Hotmail or Yahoo provide? Then we'd probably not be able to think or learn too much as it would fill up our brains to the max and it we'd have headaches if we tried to squeeze more info into our heads!! Well, that would be a major limitation. I couldn't possibly imagine such an existence. In reality, it is a known fact that the human imagination has no size, it surpasses a zillion Gmail inboxes, it is dimensionless. Now, that's a much more comforting statement. The only people who would love to have a limited storage space for their brains would probably be kids, it would be a great excuse for them not to go to school. You can't learn anymore than you can store, right?Yet again, what if??? The possibilities are endless!!

Variety is the Spice of Life! ..What if??

If you've visited my blog earlier, I'm sure you would be able to identify the changes that have been made to it in terms of its appearance. Uh-huh, yep, I'm talking about the template. It now has a more Nature-ish look to it. Well, this is the third template I've changed in almost a week. Well, somehow, there isn't a very big selection of templates here and I'm suffering from a serious case of indecisiveness in selecting the one I want from the existing ones. Not just that, I prefer having a lot changes in my life, sort of like killing monotony and absorbing all the beautiful colours of change that life has to offer and infusing them into something that's stuck in the daily grind.
To me change is more than just a breath of fresh air, it is air itself. I can't imagine my world without it. Change to me doesn't just mean a difference in what I do, I insist on change accompanied by large quantities of individuality, creativity, and uniqueness. I guess they are what one might call the 'essential components of change'. Well, I was just wondering what we'd do if there were no concepts of 'change' or 'uniqueness' or 'creativity' in the world. What if there was no such concept of 'imagination' itself? What if the entire human species pulled a 'freaky Friday on all the other creatures on this planet? What would be the first thought that the other creatures would think when the Freaky Friday Effect would go into effect? Would they even know that they have the capability to think while occupying human bodies? The first Q should have probably been- do they even know what the word 'think' even means? This is something that needs some serious thought.
Just imagine your neighbourhood stray cat and you switching souls!! Hehe, likely possibility- anytime, I mean, c'mon, if it can happen in a movie, why can't it happen in reality (is it really impossible??) unless we consider ourselves to be fools.....since most of us consider the word 'fool' to be an insult-- quoting Napoleon--(The word 'impossible' is in the dictionary of fools.- Napoleon B.) ?!!
In a universe where weirder things are more likely to occur, this seems like a very plain and ordinary occurrence, don't you think?

~*Rainbow Sky*~

Today was one of those days when all things seem like carefree butterflies sitting on the petals of yellow flowers. Well, college is pretty much done with for the next 2 weeks, and so is my freshman year, but I have a short Intersession for around 7 weeks from May through June. Getting back to why the day was so dynamite, well, it was that way, thanks to my friends. I'm not sure what it'd be like without them, I don't know what I'd do without them.
If you looked at us today, from outside the glass jar, it would look like 5 teenage girls driving all over town with nowhere in particular to go to; but inside the jar, we felt like happy people having fun on our own, city cruising under the cruel summer sun. We drove all the way from college all the way to the other part of the city to pick up two friends of my friend. Well, that was a pretty 'friendly' drive!! We went totally neurotic with me screaming out the directions, the sound of my other friend's phone ringing...gee, there was a movie plan for the evening and there was a call to her phone every 5 seconds with people calling to confirm whether the plan was really on or not and which movie it was that they were going to, plus, another of my friends making all the funniest faces and singing along with the radio. Gee, inside that Jeep it was like the Big Bang theory in action!!
In between, we stopped at a mall to pick up another of our friends, and after that, there was an argument about whether we should get back to college first, drop her, and then go and pick the other two 'friends' of my friend up, or just go pick them up directly, but in the end, that's what we ultimately did.
It was too late anyway to go back all the way to college, so we headed to the school to pick the others up. By the time I got home, it was almost 3 p.m.. I had a great time, and I hope such days come along more often.
The best part of all that chaos was the chaos itself!! When we grow older, I guess it's such things that we'll miss.
I miss all these little things and arguments we used to have in school. High school was a totally different experience- we experienced all that was experienceable. It is probably one of those doorways in a person's life which stands between where we become who we are and an entirely new dimension of life in which we have possibilities, opportunities, and the REAL life where we must make our own decisions!!! In this dimension, there's only one saying that can be applied - 'Make Hay While the Sun Shines'!
Well, I have passed into this new dimension already!! But, I'm not sure if I'm ready to give up who I was. I guess I still have some time to actually step into the real world where things are totally unpredictable and out of control, so while I'm still in the queue, the only thing I should do is try and make the best of what Time and life have to offer me! :) Right?

Day one.....

This is my first entry! Yay! I can't believe I'm actually doing this-typing my first entry in my very own blog, especially since I've been "planning" on creating a blog for myself since God-knows-when. I feel accomplishment running through my veins this very moment. Hey, what's that I feel, my facial muscles flexxing into a smile as I type this. Any guesses on how success makes you feel!? ;) Lol..boy, am I excited about my new blog!?
Well, I don't really want to make this seem like a 'Hello-this-is-me-and-my-hobbies-are-blah-blah' kinda thing, so I guess, I'm just going to let this be this for the moment-a short and sweet(I hope ;) ) intro entry, you can see me unfurl my mind in my future entries. So, tc and ta for now! =D