old dreams

It’s a funny world this. We’re born into a world of endless possibility. Endless. The world is vast and yet smaller than one’s dreams. So we’re sent off to our institutions of learning where we’re taught the impracticality of non conforming dreams and the prudence of following socially acceptable ones and were given the tools to achieve these. At least the lucky ones are. And somewhere down the line, in the frenzy of tool gathering, the old dreams are lost, often taking the gatherer with it, for who is a man, if his dreams aren’t his own?

And as my world grew smaller, and I older, I learned what I could and could not do. The list for the latter grew and grows at a pace that is saddening. It feeds off the former with a burning hunger fed by far too many voices .If only the voices were my own. Perhaps some of them are.

The return of an old friend-II

Funny thing..I saw orions belt a few days back on one of the usual after dinner walks.( i saw him in goa too ..in october... but that was at 5 in the morning).I was just going through some of my old posts to get my mind of the usual worries of life and i saw one post..dated Nov 21 2005.Looks like i saw him last years almost at the same time.And the effect hasnt changed one bit.

just yesterday

I turn 25 tomorrow night .It’ll be the last night I sleep as a 24 yr old. Turning 25 makes me think of my life and where I’m going with a little more seriousness.30 is a long way away. But then so was 20 ..which was just yesterday.