meThinks

"People's dream don't ever end".   - Marshall D. Teach in OP I am going to use this post as a confession. A confession of the most heinous crime in the eyes of those who understand the act of living. I, hereby, confess my inability to dream. No, I am not talking about Insomnia. Well, that's another problem for some other day. What I am talking about is something which is intrinsic to someone who is truly alive : Aspirations. Somehow, somewhere in the process of existing I have lost the essence of living. I have lost all desires and yet I am not content.  Well, I know it might appear as if I am just scribbling words , pouring down nonsensical strings. Therefore, I feel elaborate on everything that that I have mentioned above. I think, I shall let you know what I experienced today in the most comprehensive manner with only limitations being my vocabulary and your imaginations. And this is the only way I help you understand what I feel tonight. 

"I desire things that will destroy me in the end" -- Sylvia Plath While looking out of my balcony, I can always spot a single star in the sky. Probably with the pollution level in Bangalore , the dim ones are hard to spot. If it was southern sky, I could bet it was Sirius. But I don't know what direction it is in and I am too lazy to make any efforts to find out. Moreover the name of the star does not matter. However, it has a similar symbolic significance for me as green light had Fitzgerald's Gatsby. A dream well conceived , clearly visualised and yet beyond grasp. A dream thoroughly cherished and yet unattained. This brings me to another haunting question. How do people start dreaming whatever they start dreaming about? Frankly, it's Gatsby who comes to rescue. Gatsby's dream incidentally was a outcome of exposure to the girl( I wish I remembered her but I don't even care about finding right now) .   We can't dream of things we cannot envisage. I

" Why can’t I try on different lives, like dresses, to see which fits best and is more becoming?"   Sylvia Plath Ontology of the Question If questions could be ranked for perseverance of haunting, the one above definitely steals the top spot. Logic suggests that jaw-dropping beauties have been asked this question more times than they have been asked for dates. If you are wondering why logic and not data, come on guys do you really think I know enough (read it any)  jaw dropping beauties to ensure sufficient statistical randomness? If you are wondering how logic suggests it you must be really non- imaginative. I could lay down the entire calculations for you but let us just have an overview and move past it. Most parents ask this every year till 25 (If it continues beyond this point, either you didn't leave your parents in time or your parents did not leave you alone with time), believing they are no exceptions they already had enough of this question. Plus, mos