If U know her dreams...

Original link to my art: If You Know Her Dreams..

Lines from a song:

I close my eyes, only for a moment, and the moment’s gone
All my dreams, pass before my eyes, a curiosity
Dust in the wind, all they are is dust in the wind.
Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do, crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see

Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind

[Now] Don’t hang on, nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky
It slips away, and all your money won’t another minute buy.

Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind
Dust in the wind, everything is dust in the wind.

My Dwelling Built on a Lake of Memories!

After a long time I got a leave for 3 days plus 2 days of weekend to go home, to my hometown Madanapalli. We have been living here since 1999. Though its not our native place am more attached to this place now. Whenever I go home it greets me with those old sweet memories of college days.

We shifted to this place for my graduation. This being a rural area I did not prefer to settle here then. I hated this place for the narrow minded and mean people there. But with time this has got to be one of most loving places. Not because its a beautiful place, but because I have seen the beauty of life here. Apart from this, the place has got a good climate as its on the foot of hill resort The Horsley Hills. Therez much to staying in such rural areas when compared to cities.

Since my childhood I had never studied in the same school for more than 2 years. I kept changing my schools for every 2 years as Dad had transfers. Though I had many friends couldn't keep the contacts for a long. My graduation is the time where I was with my friends for 4 years and we still continue to be friends. Its the time where I enjoyed to the fullest. Though we used to give a 'sincere students' impression to others I can say we have seen all the enjoyments of college life. Bunking classes, commenting on lecturers and guys, calling them by the nick names we have given to them, chitchatting most of the times in canteen, watching movies on the first day release, giving wrong calls,....

Those good old days!!! Am reminded of all these whenever I go to my hometown. Now that am working and had to behave more matured, more professional I just look back for those days. With time I feel as though am loosing all the "fun" in my life. There are many things that I wanna do but either my decency or the environment that I live now doesn't let me do so. Those few years glided in a wee. Whenever I think of Madanapalli the first thing I remember is our trio (Shanti, Bindu and I ) rather than my parents. We three made this place a "Shangri-la" for three of us.

If time permits I would love to spend last days of my life here in this place - My Dwelling Built on a Lake of Memories!

Does He Deserve?

She has never seen her father trying to be obliged and never wanted to see that. Since her childhood she has seen her father as a person with great commitment, loyalty, sincerity and honesty. Cause of his honesty he earned good number of enemies at work place. But none of them could flinch him from doin what he wanted to do or what he is supposed to do. For her, her father is a hero. She used to fill "your favorite hero:" with "My father" in the autographs books.

Cause he is the only man she has seen in real life who struggled since his childhood to be in a position which he had never dreamt of. Who is so determined about what he wants. Who is as strong as he could be and who is as soft as he could be. She always has high reagards for her father and wanted everyone to regard him the same way. In the same way she wanted her father to be proud of her. The only next man she would see in her life would be her better-half her husband. But she was not aware that her father has to be so obliged in order to find that man in her life.

She couldn't see her father who lived as a king, who's respected, who's esteemed being so submissive. Its time for her father to search for a man and to get her married to the right man. Being a typical South Indian family person he has to be so down-to-earth when dealing with supposed to be her daughter's could-be would-be's family. Inspite of many changes over the generations nothing has changed when it comes to the matter of south indian families. No matter what he is, when it comes to being a father of a daughter he is already labelled as a looser. He has to loose his duaghter, his pride, his ego.
For all the affection, protection that he gives what is that he gets in return? Just more demands, more obligations, more stingers. Does he deserve all these?






Indian marriages are the best!
But all the fun is only in/after the marriage. But all the drama before the marriage is a big fool's game where always the looser is the father of a duaghter. Would she allow this to continue? Would she allow this to happen to her or her father? Is there a way for her to put all this to an end?