Fantasies are my favorite right from my childhood. I used to love them more than anything else as I can do anything imagining them. I can become anything, I can ride anything, I can do anything and I can make anything possible. This is where I lived most of my life….. “In Fantasy”. My dream world is Fantasy! My favorite holiday spot is Fantasy! And my favorite pass time is Fantasy!!!
Now with my foreword, you might be thinking that I would now passionately write about my childhood fantasies, but to make it clear for you this is not about my childhood fantasies.
So , after my foreword, I would like to confess a truth about “MYSELF”.I used to talk to someone who walks with me, listens to me, argues with me, whom I can see, whose presence I can feel but no one else can even Imagine of it. I am not sure who that person is, but I used to do this all the time. While I walk in my hostel corridor I wave my hands as if I am explaining something to a person walking next to me. One girl(Sri Sandhya Varigonda)asked me if I talk to myself, I usually take too much care that nobody notices me, while I am talking but.. she caught me somehow, then on.. I left that talking to no one next to me. I am not sure if this was a fantasy or anything else.
My fantasies lead me to draw sometimes, to write sometimes, to dance sometimes.. but with every fantasy I have grown as a person, with every imagination I have clearly defined myself. With everything I see, be it a movie, be it a play, be it a real life incident I get something into me and that built my belief system. With everything I hear, be it a song, be it a conversation, I got something that made me. Surely I had flaws, and will have faults but without my Fantasies I would have been just another Human form and not ME or MYSELF
I have been in fantasies, lived in fantasies, and have been learning in fantasies.
‘MYSELF” which I, now proudly state is an accumulation of so many fantasies, real world scenarios and movies,songs,persons and their thoughts,persons and their words.
All of my fantasies may not be mine, All of my thoughts may not be mine, I might have got them all from every possible source deeply rooted into my belief system and sometimes may come out as my own opinion. I may not be sure if I am aping someone. I may think I am aping someone, when that particular thought is my own and one of its kind. I always was proud of my thoughts, beliefs and thought that no one else will be like me that may be because of reading too many positive thinking quotes. I now realize that I am not self made all by myself, surely my choices would add to me being MYSELF but the circumstances and people who influenced me to choose the choice which I chose are the creators behind “MYSELF”. I Thank all of them and dedicate this post to each and every one of them .
--Saroja.
Now with my foreword, you might be thinking that I would now passionately write about my childhood fantasies, but to make it clear for you this is not about my childhood fantasies.
So , after my foreword, I would like to confess a truth about “MYSELF”.I used to talk to someone who walks with me, listens to me, argues with me, whom I can see, whose presence I can feel but no one else can even Imagine of it. I am not sure who that person is, but I used to do this all the time. While I walk in my hostel corridor I wave my hands as if I am explaining something to a person walking next to me. One girl(Sri Sandhya Varigonda)asked me if I talk to myself, I usually take too much care that nobody notices me, while I am talking but.. she caught me somehow, then on.. I left that talking to no one next to me. I am not sure if this was a fantasy or anything else.
My fantasies lead me to draw sometimes, to write sometimes, to dance sometimes.. but with every fantasy I have grown as a person, with every imagination I have clearly defined myself. With everything I see, be it a movie, be it a play, be it a real life incident I get something into me and that built my belief system. With everything I hear, be it a song, be it a conversation, I got something that made me. Surely I had flaws, and will have faults but without my Fantasies I would have been just another Human form and not ME or MYSELF
I have been in fantasies, lived in fantasies, and have been learning in fantasies.
‘MYSELF” which I, now proudly state is an accumulation of so many fantasies, real world scenarios and movies,songs,persons and their thoughts,persons and their words.
All of my fantasies may not be mine, All of my thoughts may not be mine, I might have got them all from every possible source deeply rooted into my belief system and sometimes may come out as my own opinion. I may not be sure if I am aping someone. I may think I am aping someone, when that particular thought is my own and one of its kind. I always was proud of my thoughts, beliefs and thought that no one else will be like me that may be because of reading too many positive thinking quotes. I now realize that I am not self made all by myself, surely my choices would add to me being MYSELF but the circumstances and people who influenced me to choose the choice which I chose are the creators behind “MYSELF”. I Thank all of them and dedicate this post to each and every one of them .
--Saroja.
