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#38: Friends, Life, Dreams and…


No wonder I’m starting this with word No wonder.  (Don’t misunderstand, Wonder Masala haven’t paid me for advt) Friends, Life, Dreams and… is truly a random article of Random Strokes not because of its virtue but for the way its being written. No googling for Casual category, no thinking for Strokes category, no imaginations for Derick Jefferson/Face 2 Face with Shashvat or no movie review for I never criticize. Simply writing whatever mind says. (Actually mind thinks.) Definitely reserved for D’s category and this is how actually Friends, Life and Dreams are… No preplanned activity. Truly ransome. (Random+Awesome)

Friends are this, friends are that, friends are everything you say you bet. Too much have been said for friends and friendship and as always it still falls short. So I’m not going to add something to it. (And I know you don’t want me to do so.) Well, same is with life. Too much (And this time literally too much) have been said for life too. Dreams differ here. They haven’t been elaborated as compared to friends and life. And the reason behind that is everyone has different dream. But on the contrary they share equal 25% as friends and life. (Wonder what’s remaining 25%? It’s what after “and…” in the heading. Will talk about it at the end.)

Concepting (Verb of Concept: Grammatically wrong word) says Life has Friends and Dreams within. On the other side Friends also have Life and Dreams and Dreams can Have Friends, Life and even the things that don’t exist. Naturally Dreams are more powerful. They posses more attribute. But you’re not “dream.” You’re a normal Human Being. (Not all of you.) And you posses Life, Friends, Dreams… (It’s too small post to simplify the complications. Need to Co-write Simply Complicative. A blog worth for simple complications.) So as you read, I was actually trying to relate the commonly uncommon elements. You can’t just read/write them. (Of course they aren’t DVDs.) They are competitive yet not rivals. Ask yourself to let go one for another. Like, sacrificing your dreams for your life what a middleclass individual does for daily basis, giving up your life for your friend what a friend can only realize or Letting go a friend for his/her dream which also only a friend can realize. These all are multiplied together with synergy effect. (And best example is the category this belongs to: D’s. Love you Guys.) They complete and complement each other with the fourth 25% share holder co-ordinate.

The fourth dimension is Time but not here as we aren’t talking of dimensions but the elements. And this fourth element is… will talk about it next time coz the fourth dimension i.e. Time is running out. Keep Dreaming, Living and Friending… (Grammatically wrong but conceptically a right word.) Keep reading Random Strokes too with all above. Love – DJ.

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  1. Abdul kadirJuly 4, 2011 at 3:04 PM

    Ransome Post DJ..Awaiting for disclose of fourth element.. :)

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  2. mehulOctober 4, 2011 at 11:54 AM

    As kadir said..! Awaiting for "and..." and nice use of Dsnary..!

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