Any dream will do

These days go on.

There are tears that you cry for yourself. And then there are tears you cry for the ones you love. And there are those tears that you cry for those you haven't even met and probably will never know beyond a face in the newspaper or a name that someone mentions in passing or the distant look in someone's eyes. These tears are the kind that leave grief behind even after they're shed.

I see dust everywhere. I have this need to look at a pristine, blank wall. Preferably butter yellow or blood red. Nothing on it, no picture, no switch, no stain that a dirty hand left behind. Just blankness, single colour. I can't even begin to tell you how closed in I feel with all the adorned walls around me.

Once upon a time, not so long ago, I read a phrase in a book that I loved. "Dependable as sunrise". Yep, Nora Roberts. If memory serves me right, I think she's used that in a couple other books as well. But, this year, seems to me "Season's greetings" is the most redundant phrase in usage. The seasons just can't be depended on. An inconvenient truth, anyone?

Rechristening's the order of the day. At least in my city. Bengalooru indeed. If you really must know, Bangalore's origins can be traced to "Bendakalooru" which in Kannada roughly translates to "Baked Bean Town". It's quite ironic, actually. This city is governed by a bunch of farts, anyway. I have to close my eyes en route to work every morning. Otherwise, I have morning sickness. Blech.

Walking down the so-called bridge this Sunday, I saw the clouds hovering above. Remember that pretty, pretty song from years ago?

Kaale kaale baadal jab bhi chhayenge

Yeh din pyare pyare yaad aayenge...

If memory serves me right (it doesn't often nowadays, I'll have you know), I think it was picturised on Raveena Tandon and that cutie, Vivek Mushran. An extra 'i' to his name did not have the intended effect, but hey, whatever floats your boat. 

One thing common in all of the unconnected information above? Still praying, still waiting. The hope that creeps up on you when there's no hope left.

Like I was saying, these days go on. And someday, not too distant in the near future, I'm going to look back and think of these days gone by.