Dream. Fantasy. So far apart, but still have some bit of a dangling semblance.
Felt the bulging need to mention fantasy here, as I'm in the middle of reading The Lost Symbol, a novel in the Robert Langdon series by Dan Brown, for the second time. Not that I loved it so much, but frankly I don't remember if I do. Read this at around the same time I read the Six Sacred Stones and was terribly upset with Matthew Reilly for having not finished the novel in one book. I mean, are you even allowed to do such stuff with a fast paced thriller? Anyways, The Lost Symbol reading started, again, after a minor tiff with a friend if it was on par with Angels and Demons or the Da Vinci Code. I'm yet to find out.
Back to dream and fantasy, I can think of a few things, songs in particular, just by the mention of the word 'Dream'. It was the song presented by Susan Boyle in Britain's got talent, in 2009. The first time I saw the video, I was surprised like anybody. But I don't remember being rude, like most people in the audience. Although, what I remember vividly is emoting more than the audience there. It was the voice, I guess, but more than that, it probably was the song structure, the powerful vocals backed by the soft piano keys, an abrupt key change right in the middle of the song that hits you like a gong, the brass here and there. Here, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xp7ARm2Lwdo. If someone would sing like that and look like that, I'd marry her. Not Susan Boyle, the babe from Glee, whatever it is, an album or a band or whatever.
The other thing that I'd love to emulate would be Dream on, by Aerosmith, which I think I've missed performing by a whisker. The opportunity came to me when I had never heard of Aerosmith, which is really sad. I really doubt if I'd be able to do justice to that song, but what are dreams for? They make you feel good.
Dream. Wonder how this word came into usage. The terminology itself would incite a lot of praise and harangue from me at the same time. Its my dream to own a Lamborghini Aventador. Its my dream to be on stage with my band and perform to our own numbers. Its all a dream. I freaking hate it because its a dream. Is it fantasy? Not yet.
Its all still possible. By all, I refer to my other dreams too. But as a fiercely closed person as I'm, going close to reveal 2 dreams in public is as far as I would ever go, even if I'm heavily drunk. The last time I remember being drunk, though , I edited an official letter for grammar for a friend, and the other time, I drove an Accord, with 3 other people, and reached home safe and sound. Hell, I'm a person who eats only half of the stomach's capacity on a regular basis, so I would surely know how to drink 'in capacity', which is the farthest I'd take it. To call me 'in control' would be nothing but a gross understatement.
So now, back to the Dream. In certain facets of life, from as much psychiatry I know, one can fantasize. There's nothing wrong in fantasizing and feeling good about it. But the dream is nowhere about merely thinking and feeling good about it. A Dream is a challenge. A Dream is an inspiration. A Dream is what pushes you to the hitherto unknown avenues of your own lifestyle. As rightly said by one Mr. John Updike, 'Dreams come true. Without that possibility, nature would not incite us to have them.' It is so persuasively inspiring that even if you would want to brush aside your Dream, which is really, a foolish thing to do, you'd then brush it back and put it back on track.
The human mind is limitless. There are no restrictions enforced by anybody or anything on it, on the thought, I mean. The closest anything can get, in terms of being free, would be a bird, till it lays eggs. In the practical world, it gets a little tricky trying to achieve what one dreams of. There might be instances when one assuages oneself reminding that its after all, a Dream. But, it IS a Dream. Something that YOU need to work to make sure it IS yours.
Felt the bulging need to mention fantasy here, as I'm in the middle of reading The Lost Symbol, a novel in the Robert Langdon series by Dan Brown, for the second time. Not that I loved it so much, but frankly I don't remember if I do. Read this at around the same time I read the Six Sacred Stones and was terribly upset with Matthew Reilly for having not finished the novel in one book. I mean, are you even allowed to do such stuff with a fast paced thriller? Anyways, The Lost Symbol reading started, again, after a minor tiff with a friend if it was on par with Angels and Demons or the Da Vinci Code. I'm yet to find out.
Back to dream and fantasy, I can think of a few things, songs in particular, just by the mention of the word 'Dream'. It was the song presented by Susan Boyle in Britain's got talent, in 2009. The first time I saw the video, I was surprised like anybody. But I don't remember being rude, like most people in the audience. Although, what I remember vividly is emoting more than the audience there. It was the voice, I guess, but more than that, it probably was the song structure, the powerful vocals backed by the soft piano keys, an abrupt key change right in the middle of the song that hits you like a gong, the brass here and there. Here, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xp7ARm2Lwdo. If someone would sing like that and look like that, I'd marry her. Not Susan Boyle, the babe from Glee, whatever it is, an album or a band or whatever.
The other thing that I'd love to emulate would be Dream on, by Aerosmith, which I think I've missed performing by a whisker. The opportunity came to me when I had never heard of Aerosmith, which is really sad. I really doubt if I'd be able to do justice to that song, but what are dreams for? They make you feel good.
Dream. Wonder how this word came into usage. The terminology itself would incite a lot of praise and harangue from me at the same time. Its my dream to own a Lamborghini Aventador. Its my dream to be on stage with my band and perform to our own numbers. Its all a dream. I freaking hate it because its a dream. Is it fantasy? Not yet.
Its all still possible. By all, I refer to my other dreams too. But as a fiercely closed person as I'm, going close to reveal 2 dreams in public is as far as I would ever go, even if I'm heavily drunk. The last time I remember being drunk, though , I edited an official letter for grammar for a friend, and the other time, I drove an Accord, with 3 other people, and reached home safe and sound. Hell, I'm a person who eats only half of the stomach's capacity on a regular basis, so I would surely know how to drink 'in capacity', which is the farthest I'd take it. To call me 'in control' would be nothing but a gross understatement.
So now, back to the Dream. In certain facets of life, from as much psychiatry I know, one can fantasize. There's nothing wrong in fantasizing and feeling good about it. But the dream is nowhere about merely thinking and feeling good about it. A Dream is a challenge. A Dream is an inspiration. A Dream is what pushes you to the hitherto unknown avenues of your own lifestyle. As rightly said by one Mr. John Updike, 'Dreams come true. Without that possibility, nature would not incite us to have them.' It is so persuasively inspiring that even if you would want to brush aside your Dream, which is really, a foolish thing to do, you'd then brush it back and put it back on track.
The human mind is limitless. There are no restrictions enforced by anybody or anything on it, on the thought, I mean. The closest anything can get, in terms of being free, would be a bird, till it lays eggs. In the practical world, it gets a little tricky trying to achieve what one dreams of. There might be instances when one assuages oneself reminding that its after all, a Dream. But, it IS a Dream. Something that YOU need to work to make sure it IS yours.
