The world I live in

6 dogs in the house. How cool is that! A short trip to Hyderabad sprung up recently. It involved visiting relatives who were ill, not due to Covid thankfully.  One of them had given home to 6 stray dogs. And they were lovely creatures to meet. Pluto who loves massages, Michelle with tired kind eyes, Rosie the tough girl and boss mom of Jack who was a regular young pup, Awesome the shy model and Naughty with the constant shocked face. Unsure whether Naughty's state was from his recovery of being hit by a moving vehicle.  For a few moments, it felt good, happy even with these pets. 

Tubelight moment : I'm never going to be someome's first thought..

Feeling restless and suffocated when I look at social networking sites. I've just finished one exercise of 'un-friending' around 40 people on FB.The urge to disconnect from more is so strong that I might just quit the app.  What's the easiest way to take a backup of all the stuff posted on FB and then just say goodbye to it? 

Another dream. This time a wedding or should I say re-wedding to someone not known.  Place has got some ancient practices in rooms for the brude's prep. Bride is me. Unsure what is going on. A simple thing like having a bath is some long complicated procedure. A part of family , dad, Deep, Kev and Nav present. Omlette has an appearance towards the end and he's on his cell asking for another chance. I think he was talking to mom and she was telling him it was too late.

It's suffocating. It's panic inducing. It's downright scary.  Wjy? I don't know. Even in a dream it was. The dream had me stuck in  showerstall. And no way to get out. No one helping me get out.  Green and yellow tiles. Shower water too hardly coming through.  The showers were after a ssim in a pool just to wash off chemicals and sand(?). Joe from office too was there in it. He was in the next stall and he didnt hear me or if he did, he didnt respond.  Waking up with one's heart pounding and almost screaming.. i hate scary dreams.

Odd one this early morning Dreamed that I found a few of my belongings scattered on the sand. They weren't in the place I usually keep them. It hurt to see that. Woke up with the feeling.

The feeling of being rejected is never a pleasant one. The perception that leads to it is a dangerous thing.

Do you feel all the time? Or keep all those feelings bottled up to be visited at a later time?

If you have a snoring prob, fix it before you get into a relationship. If you develop one later, fix it before you get murdered in your sleep.

Was in a space where houses seemed packed together, barely any gaps between them. But surprisingly when walking through the streets there seemed a lot of gap between them. They looked small. One house in particular looked pretty spacious eith limited furniture, a family living in it where a little boy was trying to play with his football indoors. Another I remember seemed luxurious, like a prestigious hotel or palace. 

From the time I was a kid till a few months ago, I used to gobble up the veggies and cereals in my plate to savour the meat or fish.  Now? I dont want cereal. I rush through the chicken and meat and eat all the vegetables at the end, especially if there are green peas and broccoli. Cheers to a healthier, safer, wonderful new year. 

To get behind that wheel, and zoom off Not worrying about speed limits Or anything that could go wrong But just waiting for that crash to happen That one moment when all control is lost And you're hit so bad You're in pain but it's ok It stops those other frigging thoughts It just shuts them up

As I wait for sleep tonight My mind wanders far and wide Some of it shows up here Some forever I'll hide. Most nights a thought pops up Will I see tomorrow at all Maybe yes  maybe no So I whisper a prayer to the One Above Thank you Lord for this day For blessings and guidance, all the way Forgive me too I beg you For the good deed not done today Have mercy on me, on him, on her Keep us safe now and forevrr Should I die before I wake With grace, my soul is yours to take

How does one explain a sound to a deaf person or color to a blind person? How does one make a dead person experience life?

Extremely shy And tongue tied was she For most of her life She looked at the melee She longed to join in She tried. Yes! She did. Each time was so challenging In a space she hid What would it be like To be and not just exist What would it be like To live, flow and not resist Be brave and face The fear and self doubt Not stay cocooned In darkness about

How many of us (offline or online) say stop to a bully or offender? How many of us turn the other way or ignore thinking 'what's the use of speaking up' or advise another person to 'calm down and ignore' when faced with bullying or offensive behaviour? How many of us think 'I know what's right or wrong. You don't need to tell/teach me' when pulled up for questionable behavior / action? How many of us believe that we can 'be the change for better'?

Why is it that these negatives voices in our heads are so strong that we block the good vibes out and believe we don't deserve it at all, that we're the ones at fault, that we're the cause for someone else's grief and misery?  What drives one to go to the extreme of attempting suicide?

When I see appreciation flowing in from folks who I have no clue existed.

Was in Bangalore to attend an occassion celenration with my parents and children. We were about to settle for the night. And I see the power come back on. There's bright light outside. We all go out from the place where we are after waking up the kids.  See light rays eat people up. All of us get engulfed by one. But my daughter and I still survive.  I see a lady who thinks her car can sail over water. When the car starts sinking she starts swimming. We, who were standing on land, suddenly sink into water. It's bright and we can breathe (which is odd) and then ..  I woke up. 7.15 PM.

I'm in a car with another girl. We're in the front seat. I don't know who's driving. I'm seated on the left, her on the right. We're having an animated conversation about releasing pressure at a certain point on the hand near the thumb. Outside it's a bright beautiful day. The road is scenic with the water (beach?l) on the right and a hill/mountain on the left. She is slim, with long hair, full of life. She holds my right hand to demonstrate the pressure point concept. While we're this conversation I remember that someone else knew how to do it and was successful each time to break pressure and as I tell her and hold her left hand to show it, I look outside the car to my left and I see movement from above, so I look up. I see something hurtling down and it enters the car, into my clothes from behind near left shoulder. I realise it's a snake and I freeze. I don't move. I tell the girl/woman it's a snake and i can't move. I had felt it...