My First Quote!

"Life is often like a Poem; when you begin to perceive it, it ends. But the lucky thing is, every end is a new beginning!" - My First Quote Ever
"Life is too precious to be just hanging around in it, too good to be just sleeping through most of it, and too passionate to be just thinking about it...... So, I WRITE..." ~ Sana Rose

October 8, 2011

Happiness and 'Love Beyond Words'...

Hola, Buddies! 
I don't have any idea why I am constantly on the lookout for a story. Not to read, but to write. And I want to write many of them. And see them in your hands... This takes me back to my yesterday's quote:

"Happiness is just a dream away..."

There sure is no doubt about that, is there? Everything is just a dream away. And what the dream comprises is what makes each thing different, easy to achieve or difficult, possible or impossible, depending on the person. But the simple fact is that, every person is capable of realizing his dreams. Whether they do it or not is upto them. 

There's this invisible relation between the capability of a person and his range of thinking. Dreams referred to here are not and never the subconscious visions we see during the sleep, but the ones we are able to form when we are conscious and in control of our thoughts.

So, I said this quote (Happiness is just a dream away...) in my FB status and in my page, too. 
And a friend asked, "What's happiness? I felt happiness through satisfaction. If happiness stays as a dream, what's life?"

So, remember what I just said about dreams? And so, I answered him this way:

"A dream is NOT meant to be kept as a dream. It is meant to be fulfilled, achieved and made come true... So, you dream of what makes you happy, seek it, follow the dream and work on it and work FOR it and make it come true! And in the end, satisfaction comes and you are happy. That is what makes 'Happiness is JUST a dream away...'!"
I definitely didn't say it's an easy path, that it's just a matter of sitting back in your rocking chair, watching the world pass by, doze off and dream... It is work, to some it may be freeware. But not to many. Not to ANY would be more truth. 

That should do for today's thought. :)
Let's move on to how I am working on my dreams right now. Well, not much, but I am doing, one at a time. :)
Meanwhile, today, I noted down some new ideas that came into my head. I have another story to tell - about a Love beyond Words. :) 

About a beautiful bond between a school teacher and a little boy... about remembering a forgotten childhood and forgotten dreams... And sweet love... I happen to have decided the name of characters and main outline. :) It just tumbled out of me...

That's it for now, just a zygote! :D

So there, enough for today, right? I am off to work on something. And I have two new movies to watch this week. :) I am looking forward to it! See you all later, with some new stuff and thoughts. :)

October 3, 2011

Enjoying the Sun and Fun of Dreams Endless and Rose 'n' Lavender Skies...

I always want to write something so beautifully that it knocks the breath out of you, but I kind of ruin the beginning, I think. But then, today, I have this beautiful feeling inside me. I don't know if it's the poet and artist inside me that's saying this. But I have this wonderful inexplicable feeling this evening. It's something derived from my dreams.
And the dreams are about tiny things that might sound silly, but are truly romantic and truly something that would matter in the long run, when we get old.
And may be the feeling of desire is because I know that these will forever remain as dreams, and forever remain inside me, for, not many think the way I do.
And may be also because I know that my stories will have these dreams as reality.
My dreams will have these dreams as reality - it's oddly comforting to know that, though it sounds far-fetched to myself.

Let me tell you how inspired I am feeling this sunny evening. There's a pleasant air around and all are trying to have fun, playing badminton and watching movies in the stinking mess hall at this hostel. I, on the other hand, am sitting here talking to you - just to be in the moment.
To enjoy the magic of this moment.

I am reading this sweetly written book by Luanne Rice - yeah, you got it, Beach Girls. And I love the sea, the beach, the summer, the moonstones, the clams, the sea glass, the sky, the breeze, the love, the friendship and the people she describes with so much passion. I love the way she writes about what she knows, what she sees everyday, what she feels and where she lives.
And I wonder at myself - for a moment I think, have I ever written about what I go through? I would rather not. I would rather travel through my writing, writing of beaches I have never been to, of houses I have never seen, of places I have never visited. The people will be the only ones I know in my own writing. But, there is a sense of freedom to my imagination, when I do that.

Like the sea being able to meet the sky at the horizon, 
even when they don't really touch... 
And I walk by watching it...

Today as I stared at my bed after I got back after classes, wondering how to get all the things cluttered on it, since morning, I had this sudden thought - a lovely one, too. 
And I asked my fiance, "Will you let me do something when we spend time together?"
After a long time, I got his reply text: "Do what?!
Of course, he was surprised. He would be. The romantic that I am, there is no way to tell what I would be dreaming of next. :)
So, I told him, "I was thinking of reading out something. Reading aloud from a novel. And you listening to it. It would be so romantic...
He was shocked by my idea. It was my idea. He might be a great supporter. But it didn't mean he would have my ideas. Or dreams for that matter.
It is always on my mind that when I have kids, I will read them books or write and draw for them. And let them know that their mother is fun to be with, and they, too can do it like me. I'm so confident, aren't I? Well, right, most of the time. :)

I wouldn't say he was so excited about the idea. But he agreed. "Okay, if there's enough time." We shall, went unsaid though. 
I felt a bit disappointed, to be frank. And I told him, "It's okay, I practically live in my dreams, you know."
There was no reply for some time. Then he said we could read my novel - the one I am writing.
But it's in the computer and I do not think it is as beautiful as the ones I read. Anyway, I told him, "It's really good to read something, dear. It's even better to read something aloud to your loved one... And even more nicer to listen to your loved one reading..."
My words meant he had no choice. If he loved me, if I was his loved one, he would have to comply. And I don't like the fact that it would be compliance instead of sharing a dream. But I love the fact that he is trying. :) And I love him for nodding literally. 
For not asking me, "Are you crazy?" Hhh.. *Grins*...

I told him the reason of this thought. "I just want to do something different, something we would remember always..." Something that I could tell our kids about this beautiful love we shared..."

I have always been some age-old romantic young lady that you can't really find these days. May be it's an impact of the beautiful stories I read and I often ask him, "Why don't you try reading some lovely novels like the ones I have? I can lend you some.
He smiles. "I will read yours."
Now, that's awesome, but I -well, mine... My stories didn't make this romantic out of me... 
My dreams did.

And my dreams will always be mine...

But the footprints my dreams will leave behind, 
may never be traced back to me or followed...
They might as well be covered with sands of times to come...
And forgotten... 
Will I Be, Too...???

Now that's too sad for an end, I am sorry. 

So there, yesterday, I was thinking of this beautiful book I am reading. And suddenly I remembered my own writing. How much I loved the beach and the summers and holidays and stories of love and friendship and family. And I began thinking of that old story I had begun but stopped due to lack of planning. I was too young back then. And I was so excited that a beginning came to my mind - an interesting one - last night.

Rose 'n' Lavender is a story so totally different from Amidst Sandcastles. In many ways. I used to get emotional when I wrote some parts in it. I have even felt the sting of tears because I empathized about the situation the characters were in than in this story.
It was almost a dream-like story. A story in which the sky turned into a blend of rose and lavender on every special day... But the fact that the sky wouldn't be rose and lavender at two places that are lands and seas apart on the same day gives the magic a touch of reality...

I couldn't get the beginning out of my head, and to know that it came to my head after writing more than 40 stupid chapters and after 4 years of starting it and two years since stopping it, I felt so elated. The prologue stuck to my head. My heart. 

From the Diary of Liza de Mello
January 10th, 1990

The day I lost my virginity, I realized that passion could destroy more than just your innocence – more so when you were willing......... (contd.)

Okay, I am not spilling the rest here today. May be later. I have homework to do. :) And then I shall settle down to read. :) It's nice to be able to hold a book and read it. Been long since I read a hard copy. I had been stuck with e-books. But now I guess I have got over it and come back. I would read from my phone, too. But later; nowadays the days are too good to spend reading a book from a cell phone screen.

Bye for today, I think I as a bit over the top today, about dreams and stuff. But hat to do? Sana Rose means Dreams... Dreams mean Life... :) Smiles... Of all the dreams I nurture, Love remains my favorite, Love keeps its first place. Not because I don't have love in my life, not because I don't get enough. But because I always want more... :)

October 1, 2011

A Weekend Note, A Beautiful Mind, Before Sunrise and Before Sunset...

So, hello, what are y'all upto this weekend? :) I am smiling, you know. 
I do, most of the time, in my mind. 
So last post began with this Musical basin. It still sings. And I admit that we are coming to hate its noise.
Other than that, all's well. 

A rose with raindrops from mother's garden. Today's Hello.

So I was just thinking what to write - I knew I had these movies to write about. Yeah, you know, I am a bit taken to watching a few movies these days, just to observe the story telling, the settings, just to know how things are moving when a story unfolds before our eyes. And I got to watch three awesome movies this week. :) Awesome? Well, yeah, a lot better than many.

A Beautiful Mind, Before Sunrise and Before Sunset.
Day before yesterday, I watched A Beautiful Mind. It's based on a true story. May be some slight variations for the sake of making it a great movie. It was about the struggle of a Schizophrenic patient. The thing is, he was the '94 Nobel Prize Winning Mathematician - Dr. John Nash. And the movie was so well portrayed that when we realize that he is Schizophrenic, we are totally aghast! Some debates and controversies have been heard about some things being wrong in the movie. But after all, movie isn't entirely the real life, even if we tried our best to adapt it.
The movie was well shot, to be short. And the actors were just great!

Before Sunrise and Before Sunset are sequels and let me describe it in three words. It's a "Cute Love Story". It has no end. It focuses on the just two people - An American guy Jesse Wallace and a French Girl Celine. And what's interesting in this movie apart from the fact that they both form a cute couple is their conversation. They cover a wide array of topics when they just walk around and spend a night together... A lot of brilliant thoughts. And fun, too.
And so on, I can't describe the film, you gotta watch it.
Before Sunset - its sequel, I watched today. It's set 9 years later, when Author Jesse Wallace is on a book tour and Celine comes to the book store he was doing an interview while he was in Paris. And you know, they talk about the past 9 years they have been away and about how their plan to meet in Vienna 6 months after they had said goodbyes 9 years ago had gone wrong.
It was sad. But in the midst of all the sadness, they joke a lot... A Damn LOT! And it's so good to just sit back and enjoy their conversations. Some so really meaningful and thoughtful... 
I loved it, I just loved being with them. And it's so sweet to know that he wrote the book about his meeting a French girl, based on their time together, just to find her again, on the off chance she hears about the book or reads it. It worked.

And so that is it. I have another movie with me - just got it today, The Reader. Starring Kate Winslet and she got herself some awards for this movie's role. Again, it's based on a book named The Reader. 
Most of the best movies I have watched happen to be adaptations of books. So it gives a reason for me to watch them however.

I am not easily led to watch a movie, mind you. :)

So, what else - I have been reading Luanne Rice's Beach Girls. Moving fine.
And I have been trying to write - did a little.
Didn't go home today, as most of next week are holidays. So I stuck around just so I would be a bit away from the fuss at home. And I want to get back to writing. I am really pissed off that I am not doing it much. 

By the way - the second year results were published today and I and my guy have made it again! We passed all four papers and I can't believe that I did. Because I am a lousy student ever since I joined this college. I don't know if I would have been more serious if I were somewhere else. But this is as good a place to be a writer, a good one at that. ;) And I have been focusing more on writing, rather than studies. Somehow it helped me cope up with the monotonous life here at this college. If there is something I would miss about this college when I leave, it's only a few things. The trees in a row where friends share and joke, lovers find comfort in silence and small talks... where I have cried quite a few times over the past three years... It's the diabetic corner. I will share a pic of that place in the next post, okay? :) It's so nice. Named Diabetic Corner for the sweet things that happen there. :)

So, let me see what I am gonna do tonight. Just want to have a nice night's sleep. I am alone in my room today. But that's okay. But before that, I am gonna try something - fixing a Facebook like button in blog posts. So you guys can just click it to show you like it - now that's dumb - what else is it for, yeah? :D Sorry...
There aren't many comments here anyway. People are lazier to check out blog posts even when I share the link. But let me say - I have no interesting thing to share may be... But I can't help it, can I? I am doing the same things every day. The only things that change are my thoughts. Which are coming to a fixed point, too.

Okay, the latest mail I got from my website was someone asking in which context poets see to life and how do they manage. I am surprised he asked ME. And at what he asked. 
There isn't much I can say, I think. For I am not a great poet. I am just another poet. It's you readers who describe me - whether I am a different one or just another poet.
What do you say?

Anyway, I gave him a short reply about part of his question - about the context.

Well, poets, like all artists don't see life or anything in the linear manner.
Does it make sense - what I just told? 
Let me make it clear: is there a context in viewing life - a context that's specific to poets?
I guess not.
May be there is something more to it. Everyone of us view life with an attitude that we cultivated over the years we have had.
The experiences that we had make us who we are, in a way.
But whatsoever the experiences be, in the long run of life, we are still who we used to be.
We seldom change, am I right? So it's not about the poet's view.
Poets see to life with passion, may be a bit more than ordinary people.
But we can't say that all passionate people are poets.
Neither can we say that those who are not poets can't be passionate about life.
Nor can we say that all poets are passionate about life... (Some used to be suicidal, in fact.)
It's how one takes it that matters, isn't it?

That's it. SO have a nice weekend and Wonderful Sunday, everyone. I am off the hook for today. ;)

May be you would like a picture. Try this:

This is crazy, I know. 
But everything doesn't have to make sense always.
What does the texture of the pic suggest?
That it's an ancient sketch or something?
Quit that thought.
It only suggests that my phone's camera sucks in candle light.
Yeah, at times, please do think just superficially. 
It helps to simplify problems. :)
This was taken on a candle reading during exam time. 
The power went off, and in order to make the moment better,
I and my roommates had some time with the camera in the dark. :)

So Goodnight!!!

"I Do Not Want To Be A Doctor Who Writes, But I Want To Be A Writer Who Heals..." - Sana Rose