Dream a little Dream of Me.....

Dream a little Dream of Me…
(This line is borrowed from one my favorite sound track)


I dream of a day when all I have to do is just be me, my true self…

Right now I dream of having this super hot guy in my life and just be hopelessly in love with him and do some silly mindless things….and then I also want to WORK really hard to keep my pocket full….I dream that I get to blow up money like onion peels….and then obviously cry about it when I am finished….oh also been wanting to loose WEIGHT…does anybody know a genie who can do this over night…well bikes and four wheels later I would like to go about the country, park, perch, roadside khaana, you know tht lip smacking yummy street corner food, meat, fried stuff, colas, dhaba’s vegetables, chaat, tea stalls later. Hang out of the buses, tickets and conductors and curious onlookers. I mean the experience of just being among human beings, unlike the one I see at workplace, you know right - those formal clad men and women, shitting at the computer and doing some earth shattering work…and getting paid peanut peels coz these days it difficult get paid peanuts, but then those couchy days a gazillion feel good movies, kisses, love and later get transported to a land of hot men and perfectly romantic partners …and boom then talking left & right and telling them about back, front and center of issues, things, people to FRIENDS, and cry and strategic decision making after being feminist and cracking the code of conduct later and dreaming of soft sheets and add a man to that package later doing stuff and after hard head banging music to plans of globe trotting, bungee jumping, skydiving , soaking up the feeling of many places that seem distantly far with lack of roads connecting my dream places and expensive out of reach air travel…I take auto from home to work and back and forth with share auto with many more humans and loads of aliens later, dosai, watermelon juice, fired prawns, vodka shots, bottoms up, 6 X 10 hostel rooms with a rummate, books, library and a man to add a zing; getting sloshed and securing distinction after , nothing in any particular order.