Dearest Stranger.

I had a dream last night.

You were there in it. You know how sometimes you see unknown faces as your dear ones and very familiar people in the roles of strangers? It was an unusual dream. As if I ever had any 'usual' dreams. But what was really unusual that there was nothing horrifically morbid, no insanely obscure symbolism that makes your skin crawl when you wake up, no piercing shrieks that punctuate the rest of the day, no impossible subplots that make you flinch the next time you hear a name.

Commentarium

I'm writing this entry because I want to keep a log of true conversations with myself (not like the last one I assure...) and anyone who enters and enriches the thread of thoughts...

Deja Vu anyone?

Okay... So I was reading my own blog bottom up (as every good narcissist should do) and I stumbled on the very first post... I'd written it to be a placeholder before I could actually find something to post and had given it no further thought till then... As I read it now - it downright cracked me up! Now I want you folks to be the judge of whether it's genuine humour or am I just being self obsessed as usual... I present to you - the first entry of this blog:-

http://nesquarx.blogspot.com/2008/03/post-eh.html

unQuotes are back

Weren't you missing teh unQuotes? No? Well here's a fresh batch for you to not miss!

' Just that day those aliens from the 5th dimension came to tell me about the recent space crunch they're having - I took pity and deflated my ego a bit...'

'Knighted - and later burnt at stake - all in a day's work!'

Officially ranting under existential depression.

Throughout all our lives - there are many roles that we play other than ourselves, basically because we love to pretend... pretend that we are what we want to be - or worse, what we think we need to be. It struck me today after a trivial conversation that too often we end up becoming what we pretend - in a very weirdly twisted manner. It's not that too, I realized further... We don't actually 'become' - we just start believing in the pretense, and end up becoming something like the shell of what we actually intended to portray. Often to such a level of accuracy that we even fool ourselves!