Lock 'em Up

People say dreams are what we want to do and our unconscious mind reminds our conscious through dreams. So I just love watching legal stuff, criminal cases and mysteries and above all fiction and supernatural things. Obviously i dream about things i would never do.
Recently i got to know about one of my weird wishes. I want to see a police station from inside, as well as see the jail. Now I am sure what i have been watching in TV isnt what it really looks like.
So I have come up with small and harmless ideas.

1. Break traffic signal and hide license. They will take me in there.

2. Say I want that corrupt inspectors interview for my err college or club magazine. (CSI wont allow though :D)

3. "Sir, that constable is my uncle. I got him food." Let me go in.

4. Become a social worker.

5. Pick something up from road and run. The crowd will take me there.

6. "Oooh Sorry!! I thought this was my ummm (scratches head... Oh yes! ) tailor's shop!!"

And then i will stop getting dreams of me going in there! C'mon im not gonna be a ghost just because this one wish of mine wont come true. So ppl please suggest better and feasible ways u have any.

RAFA-MY NEW STAR

Okay, first of all I am not such a huge fan of sports, but i do like tennis. I happen to watch the final clashesof Rolland Garros and Wimbledon almost every year since my childhood days. The excitement is just one of its kind. When Rafa was crowned 'the clay king'i was delighted and was in high spirits! I remember once he had sprained himself in the French open finals against Fedex and i was restless about the chances of him winning the Slam! He won the title for the fouth time this summer. Now my only dream was to see him kiss the wimbledon trophy as well this season. Inherently i tend to support Nadal in all the matches he plays against Fedex. Oh well i have no prejudices against Roger, he being one of the greatest players of all times.But still, to see Nadal beat him, gives some high!! Anyway Federer happened to make lots of unforced errors and his game seemed less neat in front of Rafa's this year. After a mind boggling match that lastedlonger than any other Wimbledon finals, my sweet Nadal won it. I was pleased to see him end the 65 match winning streak of World No.1 on grass. Afterall Nadal did it! Why not! Fans like me support him and jump around with enthusiasm when he lies down in the court after an exhilerating victory! And yes I celebrated the victory of my new-found sweetheart on grass by giving a treat the very next day! Lol. I wish he wins all the forthcoming Slams in the next season as well and leaps 550 odd points ahead. Let him rest for a while. He deserves it along with an accolade. :) Cheers.

Confusion..?

One of my friends asked me to think about this and express my views on it. The topic being “love cannot be true if it fulfills emotional, physical, intellectual or any kind of need”. Well it is a bit confusing for me as well. But I thought of jotting down few thoughts that came to my mind.
Firstly, when one expects something out of a person, one becomes selfish. Selfishness is contradictory to the ideal definition of love.
Secondly, expectations cause disappointment and one keeps depending for one’s needs on others. Love is on the other hand not depending, but letting someone depend on you. Strange.
Also, with these restrictions, true love is rare, as one of the above stated needs (emotional, physical…blah blah ) is the initiator of the feelings in most of the cases. We want someone to be there, to listen and so on. Why will anyone need or love someone if one isn’t getting anything out of it in today’s world? So, according to my small brain of limited thinking capacity, yes the statement made is true, but only for divine love which is no where to be found on earth now. Hence, let’s be happy and content even if we human beings look out for fulfilling our needs through love, as whatever it is, isn’t it mutual? So we are nobody to criticize others. We all are the same.

ORIGAMI

I just happened to see few kids playing with paper boat and planes in an ad. It made me remember those (g)olden school days. People at home used to get puzzled when they saw my notebooks getting thinner and thinner day by day. My daily pencil usage was around 2.5 J. So what did I do with my notebooks? Any guesses? Its obvious. Paper Craft!!
A japanese art which is so common among kids because it is overwhelming to see those sheets of paper, which generally torment the poor souls, suddenly turn into appealing tiny little pieces of art as well as handy toys in those tiffin breaks. Awesome fun.
Frog was my favorite. It used to flutter on my desk when blown into it. Innocent giggles echoed in the class. To move a frog wasn’t any lesser than what it is today to say crack a god damn problem. Worth of an achievement is judged by the happiness it gives. Rains and the boats along with hitting each other with paper planes, naughty acts and the company of our good old notebook. I shall make a bird now! J

Are we dumb or they cleverer?

Switch on the idiot box and the same plethora of emotions is whacked on our faces. The same so called seductive vamps clad in backless blouses and heavy coats of make-up, even our mining pals wouldn’t dare dig. They play those ridiculous mind games which even an average IQ kiddo can thrash in seconds. But nop. The goddess like main character who has to steal away all the limelight will be dead if the directors follow basic human instincts. She will make a hue and cry, attract public attention ask for SMS votes as to what to do and then finally do nothing. Blah. I wonder what the lead actor’s IQ is. Perhaps on a negative scale. OK. So where were we? Yes, those tantrums accompanied by the unbearably loud background score in which another moron keeps screaming her lungs out and the endless treasure of glycerine and tears have captured the minds of today’s audience. It doesn’t end here. The villain , most preferably a female for the guys to drool, keeps planning murders, accidents and executes them with extreme perfection. And Oh boy! There is the dead man alive again. Guess what? Dead man loses his memory (to be gained after hmm say 2 months). In this period of two months, how can I forget to mention the several romantic engagements which would further drag the nonsensical melodrama for another decade. And this isn’t the end of it. The harassment, torture and not to forget the crying continues sometimes till next birth. LOL.

The leaps in time would puzzle an Einstein too. Millions (exaggeration) of kids are born to all the characters. Ages of characters cannot be guessed by mere mortals.

Phew. I could think of only few. Why do they keep making such stuff? Just because we are dumb enough to waste our time watching it? Or that they are cleverer in predicting our instincts? Our intellect is in jeopardy.

SURVIVAL

I want to crawl
Before lights fade
Before my eyes fail
To intrude the dark
I want to crawl
To the line of life
Before the race ends
Before the heaven calls
I want to crawl
To the ocean of peace
Before in agony
I get caught
I want to crawl..

WIPE OUT

There are few things which are buried deep in the soils of one's not so conscious mind. What is required for them to re emerge is just a few drops of water. That sprinkle of water can be one's utter desire to keep things in memory. The millions and billions of neurons store things that are dearest to us. And we are ready to do anything just to keep the plant of memories alive and green inside us.
What happens when these precious banks begin to become bankrupt? It feels like someone is pulling away minute threads out of the immense bunch of entwined fibre which cant be felt by our mere earthly senses.
Wipe out. An ultimately horrifying experience. You know that u are trying to remember something. But where is it? U wander in the dark unexplored streets of ur mind, not knowing where to go. U cant find the way out too because there is no source of light. U fear u will be sucked into the darkness. The memories u want are finally not there. They are wiped out. And u know that. Nothing can be worse. As one dies, all the streets which had a sign board showing the name of the wonderful thing they remembered for u begin to fade away. They are demolished and u know that they are being done so. A true helpless feeling.
A biological sign ? That we are mere mortals and there are few things we won't be able to control ever.