Job

This post was supposed to be here on 10th of april but i am late in writing and posting it all because of stupid power cuts we keep on having. Anyways, its been a week since i have started this job in councelling and teaching IELTS and TOEFFL which is way better than my teaching in school. I was about to run around giving resumes in the schools for a job but this job saved me. All thanks to my teacher who approached me with it. All i have to do is sit in the newly opened office with a novel or my i-pod listening to music and wait for people to turn up for their aptitude tests to be conducted. Then in the evening i have to teach IELTS right now, no TOEFFL students at present. Well i am doing something at least.

The thing is the office is opened in an old home built during the British rule because of presence of a very elegant fireplace in the room we have our office in. But that doesn't make it look old as the three ladies i see every day who make me feel young. Too young actually. They own the place and they differ in ages but the thing that's same among all of them is extremely white hair. Seriously, that white hair will make my dad feel young. :D

There's this guy called Chandilal who is their servant. He has the duplicate keys of the office and he is responsible for getting our office and bathroom cleaned by a sweeper before i turn up in the morning. We don't refer him by his actual name. We just call him fat guy. How convenient! One day the owner came to our office and tried to understand what we were doing actually. She was informed by my boss and she kept nodding with every sentence my boss spoke. It made me feel as if she is trying to understand but not really understanding things. She told us to treat the fat guy like a dirt. So now we call him "that fat guy whom we are supposed to treat like a dirt". :D

Things are quiet there for time being. I am waiting for holidays of children to begin when they will be turning up for aptitude tests. Then i won't be reading novels or listening to music because of lack of time. I would like to have that kind of scenario. Hopefully everything goes well.

Dream Diary-1

Well i decided to have this dream diary because i have been having weird dreams for months now. I still remember some and forgot the others. For instance i realized i can dreamwalk even.. strange na! well there was this kid i had dream of playing with. That was the first time i met someone who told me that she know me and and she saw me in her dream playing exactly like the way i was doing then. that was freaking but i couldn't help wondering about dream walking thing.

Well after this dream i had another one in which i was in my grandma's home which going derelict with age.I was the only person walking through the gallery and seeing the once beautiful home now going to pieces. I heard a noise and went in that direction. The doors on my right were all locked. The third and the last door was open an inch. I peered through it and i was grabbed by my collar by a huge man and he started beating me with a wrench and i could only see my blood pouring from my head and stomach and other places. I could hear my bones breaking. The only question i had in my mind was that what did i do that he he is hurting me? When i heard 3 guys strolling and chatting ideally as if they own the place. They heard my shouts of help and they didn't even move quickly. Then somehow i ran and his behind them and then they kicked that big guy's ass. My mum turned up and she told me that i am being sent to the place i don't want to go. I was like noooooooo and i woke up.. Thankfully...

Well after this dream for a few days nothing happened but i dreamed again of a temple built underground a restaurant. It was built in the times of radha krishna.. There was a huge white shivling and pujari asked me to pour milk and water and clean it and stuff they usually do. After that i went upstairs and sat with a huge group of people who were all my friends and i could remember only Dhanusha my online friend whom i have never met before and she was soo thin can u believe it? well i talked to her and then the dream got over.

The same night after the dream above i had a dream of a huge yeti who wanted to go to moon and find another one of his clan. These yetis love music and protect the earth and they come in colours. Geez man people reading my blog might be thinking that i am mad or something but i am describing what i remember. And this yeti liked me and he could talk. We were talking about moon and going there after which i got exhausted and slept on his arm. when i woke up i mean really woke up i did feel exhausted... must be the effect to of seeing two dreams in one night.

Now the recent dream i had was of my getting a job in a school where teachers wore blue and red checked miniskirts with white shirts and navy blue blazers. I thought What The Heck!! Aren't students should be having the school uniforms and we teachers should be allowed to wear whatever we want?? now this is crazy but since the pay was good and kids liked me i was the part of the team. I made new friends there and school was quite far from my place and i was on scooty being driven by my friend whose face and name i forgot after i woke up.

Well after this i had a dream the night before. I actually had 6 dreams and i can remember only one now. It was because i had my really tough exam the next day and i kept on waking up every hour whole night, checked d clock and went to sleep again. It was a weird dream of my standing in rain and some hunk in black t-shirt soaking wet with his muscles showing off from it was trying to tell me something which was supposed to shock me and he wasn't getting the expected reaction. and we both were soaked to skin and he was telling me something calmly.. i woke up and now i cant remember that guy's face.. Strange...!!

I will keep writing new dream diaries whenever i get time. i forgot to mention about my being chased by a T-Rex in my hometown and i was the only person left in the whole empty town. The running thing in my dream made me feel the next day as if i was actually running. I was tired and it was my birthday. So more dream diaries soon!!

She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways

She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
A Maid whom there were none to praise
And very few to love:

A violet by a mossy stone
Half hidden from the eye!
--Fair as a star, when only one
Is shining in the sky.

She lived unknown, and few could know
When Lucy ceased to be;
But she is in her grave, and, oh,
The difference to me!

William Wordsworth

Why Was Cupid a Boy?

Why was Cupid a boy,
And why a boy was he?
He should have been a girl,
For aught that I can see.

For he shoots with his bow,
And the girl shoots with her eye,
And they both are merry and glad,
And laugh when we do cry.

And to make Cupid a boy
Was the Cupid girl's mocking plan;
For a boy can't interpret the thing
Till he is become a man.

And then he's so pierc'd with cares,
And wounded with arrowy smarts,
That the whole business of his life
Is to pick out the heads of the darts.

'Twas the Greeks' love of war
Turn'd Love into a boy,
And woman into a statue of stone--
And away fled every joy.

William Blake

The Angel

I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?
And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne'er beguiled!

And I wept both night and day,
And he wiped my tears away;
And I wept both day and night,
And hid from him my heart's delight.

So he took his wings, and fled;
Then the morn blushed rosy red.
I dried my tears, and armed my fears
With ten-thousand shields and spears.

Soon my Angel came again;
I was armed, he came in vain;
For the time of youth was fled,
And grey hairs were on my head.

William Blake

Daffodils

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth

Lucy

By William Wordsworth

I

Strange fits of passion have I known:
And I will dare to tell,
But in the lover`s ear alone,
What once to me befell.

When she I loved look`d every day
Fresh as a rose in June,
I to her cottage bent my way,
Beneath an evening moon.

Upon the moon I fix`d my eye,
All over the wide lea;
With quickening pace my horse drew nigh
Those paths so dear to me.

And now we reach`d the orchard - plot;
And, as we climb`d the hill,
The sinking moon to Lucy`s cot
Came near and nearer still.

In one of those sweet dreams I slept,
Kind Nature`s gentlest boon!
And all the while my eyes I kept
On the descending moon.

My horse moved on; hoof after hoof
He raised, and never stopp`d:
When down behind the cottage roof,
At once, the bright moon dropp`d.

What fond and wayward thoughts will slide
Into a lover`s head!
`O mercy!` to myself I cried,
`If Lucy should be dead!`

II

She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove:
A maid whom there were none to praise,
And very few to love.

A violet by a mossy stone
Half - hidden from the eye!
- Fair as a star, when only one
Is shining in the sky.

She lived unknown, and few could know
When Lucy ceased to be;
But she is in her grave, and, O!
The difference to me!

III

I travell`d among unknown men
In lands beyond the sea;
Nor, England! did I know till then
What love I bore to thee.

`Tis past, the melancholy dream!
Nor will I quit thy shore
A second time, for still I seem
To love thee more and more.

Among thy mountains did I feel
The joy of my desire;
And she I cherish`d turn`d her wheel
Beside an English fire.

Thy mornings show`d, thy nights conceal`d
The bowers where Lucy play`d;
And thine too is the last green field
That Lucy`s eyes survey`d.

IV

Three years she grew in sun and shower;
Then Nature said, `A lovelier flower
On earth was never sown:
This child I to myself will take;
She shall be mine, and I will make
A lady of my own.

`Myself will to my darling be
Both law and impulse: and with me
The girl, in rock and plain,
In earth and heaven, in glade and bower,
Shall feel an overseeing power
To kindle or restrain.

`She shall be sportive as the fawn
That wild with glee across the lawn
Or up the mountain springs;
And her`s shall be the breathing balm,
And her`s the silence and the calm
Of mute insensate things.

`The floating clouds their state shall lend
To her; for her the willow bend;
Nor shall she fail to see
E`en in the motions of the storm
Grace that shall mould the maiden`s form
By silent sympathy.

`The stars of midnight shall be dear
To her; and she shall lean her ear
In many a secret place
Where rivulets dance their wayward round,
And beauty born of murmuring sound
Shall pass into her face.

`And vital feelings of delight
Shall rear her form to stately height,
Her virgin bosom swell;
Such thoughts to Lucy I will give
Where she and I together live
Here in this happy dell.`

Thus Nature spake - The work was done -
How soon my Lucy`s race was run!
She died, and left to me
This heath, this calm and quiet scene;
The memory of what has been,
And never more will be.

V

A slumber did my spirit seal;
I had no human fears:
She seem`d a thing that could not feel
The touch of earthly years.

No motion has she now, no force;
She neither hears nor sees;
Roll`d round in earth`s diurnal course
With rocks, and stones, and trees.
Inner Vision, The

Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes
To pace the ground, if path there be or none
While a fair region round the Traveller lies
Which he forbears again to look upon;

Pleased rather with some soft ideal scene
The work of Fancy, or some happy tone
Of meditation, slipping in between
The beauty coming and the beauty gone.

- If Thought and Love desert us, from that day
Let us break off all commerce with the Muse:
With Thought and Love companions of our way -

Whate`er the senses take or may refuse, -
The Mind`s internal heaven shall shed her dews
Of inspiration on the humblest lay.