Dreams have connotations…and I wake up not remembering them most times. Someone once asked me to keep a book under my pillow and make note of what I dream. I sleep sound...nothing wakes me up…not even a bad dream! Actually not even the fire alarm (Blog post - London weather - 9°C light rain)
It is believed that ‘women tend to have frequent dream recall than men’. That is in most probability that women didn’t stress out as much as they do today! We are equals!!
The recall of dreams is extremely unreliable, though it is a skill that can be trained. Dreams can usually be recalled if a person is awakened while dreaming.
I remember dreams in parts…. elements, which stick in my mind, are of people I don’t expect to behave in a certain way, or the last person I thought of in my waking life.
A biker friend was telling me about his expedition and the fun of riding. The next thing I dreamt about is taking a biking lesson on top of a cliff… Vertical Limit! I fear bikes after the many freak shows I’ve been a part of.
That wasn’t a weird dream…hang on
I was taking my granny doubles on a bicycle it was a long trip, she decides to get off, I couldn’t ride the bicycle, it started to rain, I started walking and I keep starting over and over again!
The person I am, it was hard to accept that I couldn’t perform a simple task. The fears I have in my waking life are things I tend to dream of most often.
In one of my better dreams I met ‘Shubh’. This dashing stunner, who I met for the first time, better have a reason to be there. See, I remember what is important!!
The best design ideas come to me while I’m asleep. Luckily I wake up remembering most of those. And yea, those concepts have been the most successful and accepted. Dreaming is a vehicle for pictorial representation.
I believe dreams have a message. They are vivid, complex and are messages that cannot be delivered in any other way. They are emotions.
Everyone dreams not sure of ‘dreams coming true’ though!
Friday, November 28, 2008
Saturday, November 8, 2008
leading a secret life…
…and believing that is my world! There are times when I am not aware of why I took a certain decision, but I thought it was logical. And at that moment it was my gut feeling and I went by it. Never regretted any thing this far.
I do things that I never wanted to, but my inner self has a reason. The 2 angels talk aloud. The good says ‘what do you loose?’ the evil says ‘you are mad!’. They play a role, but it is ME who has to take a call. When I look around I wonder if everybody goes through this chaos in the head.
To the outer world, we are all individuals who have everything well organized, no chaos and no doubts. But that’s not true. My head is a muddle. I don’t accept people lying, I hate it when they don’t appreciate what deserves a thought, I can’t do things for a reason, I hate people who don’t believe in themselves, I cant stand it when you are not given your well worth and I don’t understand why do you need examples of others to take a decision for you.
Why do we want to be like someone else? Why don’t we have the courage to say what we feel, to do what we like, and be with whom we want? Why are there egos?
Don’t all of us want to be accepted, valued, appreciated, recognized? Don’t all of us have special people around who we think of more often than we think they do?! Don’t we all have one person who is allowed to critic? Don’t we remember the thrill of seeing someone unexpected, the happiness in doing nothing? Why cant we just tell people what we feel?
If you just said ‘NO’, you are living a secret life!
I am tired of answering these voices. Why cant my secret life be THE ONE I am living?
I do things that I never wanted to, but my inner self has a reason. The 2 angels talk aloud. The good says ‘what do you loose?’ the evil says ‘you are mad!’. They play a role, but it is ME who has to take a call. When I look around I wonder if everybody goes through this chaos in the head.
To the outer world, we are all individuals who have everything well organized, no chaos and no doubts. But that’s not true. My head is a muddle. I don’t accept people lying, I hate it when they don’t appreciate what deserves a thought, I can’t do things for a reason, I hate people who don’t believe in themselves, I cant stand it when you are not given your well worth and I don’t understand why do you need examples of others to take a decision for you.
Why do we want to be like someone else? Why don’t we have the courage to say what we feel, to do what we like, and be with whom we want? Why are there egos?
Don’t all of us want to be accepted, valued, appreciated, recognized? Don’t all of us have special people around who we think of more often than we think they do?! Don’t we all have one person who is allowed to critic? Don’t we remember the thrill of seeing someone unexpected, the happiness in doing nothing? Why cant we just tell people what we feel?
If you just said ‘NO’, you are living a secret life!
I am tired of answering these voices. Why cant my secret life be THE ONE I am living?
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
London weather - 9°C light rain
London took away from me the excitement of writing continuously. I got lazy I had too much to report. A week’s trip extended to a month long. I didn’t know where to start.
Couldn't stay away from home longer. My over grown eyebrow irritated me. Repeating clothes was boring. I wanted to drive without having a damn insurance and the bloody Tom-Tom ringing into your ear for speeding. The cold killed me. I managed to find a few reasons to return.
This was one of my most happy trips in many ways.
Sitting in a classroom with thought leaders and learning the new trends of the online media from the experts was an opportunity. Conference talks, 1 on 1 sessions, running from one class to another, making sure you make enough of the 2 day schedule, short coffee breaks, sleeping with eyes wide open, off course all felt like back in school.
Video marketing was the hottest topic this year. VizioHUB shifts into the ‘video’ gear!
This time I didn’t complain of not getting enough vegetarian to eat. Our client owns the Masala World in London. They have several fine and casual dining restaurants spread across London. It was a feast every night starting with Veeraswamy, the oldest Indian restaurant in the World!
The ambiance is unforgettable and I didn’t miss street food. Paani poori and bhel was served as the ‘grazing platter’!
The street food pictures that Sudhir and I did were looking pretty in one of the restaurant. 100s of Rajasthani puppets hung from the ceiling. The open kitchen had all the photographs shining bright with back lights. The buzzing restaurant with Caucasians nibbling on Indian food was a winner for me.
Over the weekend we decided to visit Scotland. It is hard to come across people who give themselves completely and genuinely. Meet Munna, he drove us. We started out and I was asked the kind of music id like to listen. There was country music, popcorn and the comforts of being in a new place. That was just the start. A warm person, with never ending smile lines, he would turn around just about anything. He was a doer!
Sprawling meadows, chubby spotted cows, hay bails laid out in symmetry, cute sheep and a perfect picture for me! Its imprinted in my visual memory! I couldn’t resist but ask masa to stop. We jumped out of the car to capture some stunning moments. BANG! We turned around hearing a loud sound! A hay tractor, one of those huge monsters had ramped into our car! A dashing country guy stepped out in fear and not believing what he did. He was distracted.
Visited a lot of photography galleries, art exhibits and talks. Met George ‘Passion’ Devlin, who Shibu recommended we meet. He is a fine artist and has survived 2 cancers. He was guiding me on framing of my images.
Middle of the night, in deep sleep at 3.30 the fire alarms went off. I picked up the receiver and rammed it twice thinking the phone was ringing into my ear until I heard people shouting and running down the staircase. I was blank. I quickly changed into my denims, put on a jacket and decided to run! Sudhir shouted out and asked me to carry the cameras. We reached the reception and we remembered we left our passports behind. But the lady wouldn’t let us go back. Shivering in the cold and not knowing what is in store, memories and special moments crossed my blank head. Fire engine arrived. The men rushed into the hotel and rushed out. It wasn’t a false alarm. An idiot was smoking in a non smoking room.
The experiences did not end. A wig part was happening at Cafe De Paris. We hopped across. It was a charity night for a cause. But a wild one!
Every night when I wrote in my colour book essentials about the trip, I sat at my Leicester Square hotel with the purple lights flashing from a disc across, feeling great about being in that moment.
The Wolseley to Starbucks,
Poll Mall to Piccadilly Circus,
Floral Street and Bethnal Green,
Gloucester Road to Leicester Square,
Burnt Oak to Marble Arch,
Camden Town and Bond Street
Sudhir arrested for taking pictures
Getting lost at the Portobello Market
Not shopping enough at Camden
Excited about tying up with giants
Lebanese food at the same place
Watching dance videos with everybody at home
Knife juggling at Covent Garden
Treasure hunt at the laundry
My first exhibition prints
Are you enjoying the fall?
My fancy shoes aren’t waterproof
Tate modern is actually abstract
*sale *sale *sale
clear sky and sunny days – BBC
‘I hate Indian design’
The Lion King – the best play I’ve ever watched
Robert Di Niro in Righteous Kill
Skype discovered!!
Sudhir’s day out in Harrods
Drunk girl dragged into an alley
Ford guy and the i-phone conversation - *blush*
There is endless to talk about. I can start off…
Couldn't stay away from home longer. My over grown eyebrow irritated me. Repeating clothes was boring. I wanted to drive without having a damn insurance and the bloody Tom-Tom ringing into your ear for speeding. The cold killed me. I managed to find a few reasons to return.
This was one of my most happy trips in many ways.
Sitting in a classroom with thought leaders and learning the new trends of the online media from the experts was an opportunity. Conference talks, 1 on 1 sessions, running from one class to another, making sure you make enough of the 2 day schedule, short coffee breaks, sleeping with eyes wide open, off course all felt like back in school.
Video marketing was the hottest topic this year. VizioHUB shifts into the ‘video’ gear!
This time I didn’t complain of not getting enough vegetarian to eat. Our client owns the Masala World in London. They have several fine and casual dining restaurants spread across London. It was a feast every night starting with Veeraswamy, the oldest Indian restaurant in the World!
The ambiance is unforgettable and I didn’t miss street food. Paani poori and bhel was served as the ‘grazing platter’!
The street food pictures that Sudhir and I did were looking pretty in one of the restaurant. 100s of Rajasthani puppets hung from the ceiling. The open kitchen had all the photographs shining bright with back lights. The buzzing restaurant with Caucasians nibbling on Indian food was a winner for me.
Over the weekend we decided to visit Scotland. It is hard to come across people who give themselves completely and genuinely. Meet Munna, he drove us. We started out and I was asked the kind of music id like to listen. There was country music, popcorn and the comforts of being in a new place. That was just the start. A warm person, with never ending smile lines, he would turn around just about anything. He was a doer!
Sprawling meadows, chubby spotted cows, hay bails laid out in symmetry, cute sheep and a perfect picture for me! Its imprinted in my visual memory! I couldn’t resist but ask masa to stop. We jumped out of the car to capture some stunning moments. BANG! We turned around hearing a loud sound! A hay tractor, one of those huge monsters had ramped into our car! A dashing country guy stepped out in fear and not believing what he did. He was distracted.
Visited a lot of photography galleries, art exhibits and talks. Met George ‘Passion’ Devlin, who Shibu recommended we meet. He is a fine artist and has survived 2 cancers. He was guiding me on framing of my images.
Middle of the night, in deep sleep at 3.30 the fire alarms went off. I picked up the receiver and rammed it twice thinking the phone was ringing into my ear until I heard people shouting and running down the staircase. I was blank. I quickly changed into my denims, put on a jacket and decided to run! Sudhir shouted out and asked me to carry the cameras. We reached the reception and we remembered we left our passports behind. But the lady wouldn’t let us go back. Shivering in the cold and not knowing what is in store, memories and special moments crossed my blank head. Fire engine arrived. The men rushed into the hotel and rushed out. It wasn’t a false alarm. An idiot was smoking in a non smoking room.
The experiences did not end. A wig part was happening at Cafe De Paris. We hopped across. It was a charity night for a cause. But a wild one!
Every night when I wrote in my colour book essentials about the trip, I sat at my Leicester Square hotel with the purple lights flashing from a disc across, feeling great about being in that moment.
The Wolseley to Starbucks,
Poll Mall to Piccadilly Circus,
Floral Street and Bethnal Green,
Gloucester Road to Leicester Square,
Burnt Oak to Marble Arch,
Camden Town and Bond Street
Sudhir arrested for taking pictures
Getting lost at the Portobello Market
Not shopping enough at Camden
Excited about tying up with giants
Lebanese food at the same place
Watching dance videos with everybody at home
Knife juggling at Covent Garden
Treasure hunt at the laundry
My first exhibition prints
Are you enjoying the fall?
My fancy shoes aren’t waterproof
Tate modern is actually abstract
*sale *sale *sale
clear sky and sunny days – BBC
‘I hate Indian design’
The Lion King – the best play I’ve ever watched
Robert Di Niro in Righteous Kill
Skype discovered!!
Sudhir’s day out in Harrods
Drunk girl dragged into an alley
Ford guy and the i-phone conversation - *blush*
There is endless to talk about. I can start off…
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