Sunday Driver | Waking Up To Dream

Today is one Sunday when I did not want to get up. Well, yes late nights take their toll on one. However, it was the elusive dream that I wanted to recapture when I had been rudely woken up by the milkman at the door. Waking up and trudging to the door, one still had head in the clouds (though wanted it on the pillows) and once the chore done, fell back on the bed with the hope that the dream one had left half way would envelope me in its folds like a dewy comforter. Did that happen?

Alas, one realises that some dreams are best left unfinished. And waking up, to dream the reality is something one can always indulge in. My lazy Sunday thus began with me mooning around staring into the distance dreaming of things I want done today.

Then I saw this picture on my ubiquitous laptop and I got my magic. It is the driver that I needed this Sunday. Now, here is today's thoughts on it.

My first thought when I saw this was "Pause". The song that came to me was, Jhuki jhuki si nazar... A girl with dreams, seen in wee hours of the morning. She woke up one day to find her dream to be reality and now wonders, is it me here? A thousand thoughts run amok and pinching does not work. But a pause mid-thought, mid-step to savour it all. And yes, the eyes looking away lest someone (especially the one who is right in front of her) sees the awe, the reverence that she has for this dreamy reality.

Now, here is a man who is scared to dream, so he does not sleep. But dreams pop up in form of prose and poetry. In the lines he writes and reads through the moonlit night. Will his dream ever come true? He wonders. Little does he know that his reality is right there, all he has to do is wake up to it.

Chic. Classy and sexy is her reality but she dreams of being the woman who perhaps is not just centre of someone's world, but the very world. Power she thinks is what will get her that, however, the confidence, the bravado is only a facade. A facade that hides the reality of her having been rejected, put aside. A woman scorned and yes, her fury is worse than hell. Beware.

The skeptic. Man with a heart of gold, who hides his dreams, even from himself. He prefers stupor to waking up lest the dreams chase his reality. His dreams are simple, uncomplicated but he ends up being misunderstood. A man who seems not so steady on his feet, is grounded to his dreams, his reality of not being at par with anything, anyone.

Gorky M, the sorcerer who weaves magic with his pictures, connects the real with a dream. I wake up this Sunday to dream of one day perhaps being able to capture the essence of a subject in one celluloid moment, to be worthy of being a student of my Guru.

Thank you for inspiring me, to make me strive harder to work on a craft that is perhaps not as real as I dream it to be.

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