Dreams..

"I think therefore I am" said Descartes. "I think therefore I'm @ IIM" cries out the almost fossilized IIMA T-Shirt. But have you ever dared to wonder what if someday you woke up from your reality straight into the land of what you know as dreams?(remember "knock knock Neo"?). What if you accidentally stumbled upon the discovery that whatever you believe to exist is nothing but a dream and what you dreamt of was actually a slice of reality? Wouldn't the whole wide world crumble down in front of your eyes in the space of a few fleeting moments? Probably it won't. The only thing which would be bared naked would be the sense of conviction that we have on our own convictions. Agreed that the world would flip around if such a thing ever happened in 'reality'. But it won't stop! Or will it?

This in turn incubates a very interesting poser. Where exactly does that slender strand lie which separates our dreams from reality? Doesn't a momentary flash of vision about some faraway place transport your perceptions to that very location for atleast a single instant? How would you define such an act of presence then? You find yourself there but you aren't there! So was it real or was it not? A similar situation arises when you think about the past or future. Riding on a single speck of imagination you can comfortably traverse years back and forth in time and visualize yourself doing something which you had actually done or perhaps aspire to do later. Where do you 'exist' while you do this? The past, the future or the present?

Throughout ages man has endlessly tried to decipher dreams and more often than not hasn't met with any success. Whenever we do something, perform even the most trivial of the actions, we precede that by the very willful 'thought' of doing it. It's only after we complete the action that we brand it as reality. But why don't we define the action as a dream and the label the 'thought' as reality? As a matter of fact who decides what is there and what is not? And finally who makes it sure that this blog which you are reading right now isn't actually a part of a never ending 'dream'?

Beauty!

Beauty is when you see a homeless toddler smiling away to glory without having a care in this world. Beauty is when the sun dances sprightly on the ripples of the river you wouldn’t ever dare to walk on. Beauty is when the memory of even a single moment from the past can make you smile. Beauty is when you see a loved one flashing the slightest bit of content. Beauty is when two people make love. And beauty is when that creates life. Beauty is when the mother looks at her newborn for the first time. Beauty is when you know you can never climb a mountain, and yet admire its magnitude. Beauty is in the unknown. In whatever makes you feel overwhelmed. Beauty is what is ubiquitous in every single moment of our life. Beauty is in every solitary thing which engulfs your existence. Beauty is in their imperfections. Beauty is what is formless, timeless and limitless. Beauty is in love. Beauty is when it’s incomplete. Beauty is when you set it free and keep on waiting till eternity for its return..