Say something

Say something

Welcome back dreamer! Where have you been.

I... hmm.. I think I've been dreaming

Its been two weeks since I came here. And within this two weeks I've seen a series of good and bad events which if I start listing down, I myself will doz off.

I listened to hindi songs today after a long time. And the first thing I remembered was my blog.

Good gracious dreamer, how could you survive without your blog.

I don't know. I was becoming a mechanical body going to office in morning and returing in the evening. I wasted time watching TV, something I have never liked. And at night I just slept off. Mornings started with calls from the Bangalore Project Team at 730 pm.

What nonsense!! Are you talking of morning or evening.

Oh! I am sorry. I forgot to mention. I am in the US. Newport Beach, Orange County, CA to be precise. Its a long story. Let me cut it short and weird.

Something happened and they sent me to US. Said I might have to stay for 3 months. But I'll be back in a month. Why? I am no one to know that. Its all what they call it... destiny. Ok I'll explain... Maybe in next post.

Flashback...

I am in Cathay Pacific flight from HongKong to Los Angeles. We just took off and are flying over the HongKong sea face. Huge mountains, spanning from one end of HongKong city till the adjoining sea. Through the meshes of bright clouds, the beautiful shoreline of hongkong is creating an amazing scenic beauty. I am listening to the hindi channel of the inflight radio. And then the lady nearby asked me to close the window. I closed it. As I started to relax in my seat, I noticed the song. It was familiar. Oh my god, its the same song which I used to love till few days back. I used to feel it in my veins. And now I am so disconnected, so unaffected. I can't feel it even if I try.

Whats wrong with me. Dreamer!! Are you in there??

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I am sitting in the couch of the beautiful $189 a day hotel room. Its a saturday and I am holding a pen and a pad in my hands. I sat here to write something. Weather is beautiful, well to put in right words, bright and romantic outside. There's a golf course overlooking my window. And beyond it there's seemingly endless pacific ocean. Very blue. I turned the radio on. It was playing some song I knew no head no tail of. I wrote something, tore the paper off. Then to compensate for my fav songs, I thought I'll write a poem. And looking at the weather, I couldn't think of a theme other than romantic. I truly became thrilled at the idea. Held the pen and the pad.

Silence...

C'mon dreamer. Scribble something.

I wrote an incomplete 3 para poem which is lying somewhere in some drawer of this room. I haven't looked at it a single time after I wrote it.

And then I never thought about this all again till the time when I got internet yesterday. It was a strange realisation. As if I discovered myself back. After 15 days? No perhaps after 2 months.

I don't know why I am writing all this. Never thought i'd write this stuff when I would write a post after this long time. But perhaps this was a confession and it came out by itself.

Oh stop it now!! Close this down. You came to write something else...

written by
-dreamer and someone in him

P.S.: This was like speaking up after a long time. So I though to keep it as spontaneous as possible.