The raindrops fell harder and harder. I latched the windows shut. I heard the pounding at the door. I rushed so as to let you in. The power failed before I reached the door. I offered you the dry towel, and went over to set the table for dinner. In the darkness, I walked over to place the dishes, and I heard you sit. I asked for your cigerette lighter. You didnot answer me. Nor did you smell of tobacco, tonight. I could hear the clatter of the spoons as you silently ate, while I looked for a candle. I managed to light a candle, and I entered the room.

I found the plates wiped clean, and the bowls almost empty. I looked around for you. All over the place. In vain. I rushed to the open, looking for you. The ightening struck random. I stood, dripping wet. Just then, I watched you step out of the rickshaw, your white shirt sticking onto you. I stood still, almost reluctant to believe my eyes. You pulled me to you. Together we got back home. You told me that it could have been a fiction of my imagination. I shrugged my shoulder, in acceptance.

I walked over to the kitchen, sighing. I'd have to prepare dinner, all over again. But, on the table, I saw everything set. You told me that i indeed fell into a hallucination of some sort. I had no words to object. So I smiled, and offered to get you some warm clothes. Then, after a while, toghether we sat at the dinner table. The meal was very simple, yet we shared our laughs.

The rain still hadn't ceased. The fury or the romance, was it? I wondered. The doors had to be bolted shut, for the night. I peeked out just before closing it. That was when I saw it- a black darned umbrella and a cone of peanuts, wet. I picked it up, and brought it to you. You told me that someone could have placed it near our doors by mistake. I nodded, though hesitant to believe so. I placed it outside our doors, and latched the door shut.

The next morning, I had almsot forgotten of the night's happenings. I went to the kitchen, a fresh day of chores waiting for me. It was quite a while after, that I heard you call for me. I came out to the open patio outside. You had in your hand, the umbrella, and the peanuts, still soaked in yesterday's rain. But what caught my eyes was the wet paper in your hand. It had a portrait of a lady with a candle in her hand. And I knew it was just me.

We stood in silence and surprise, for a while. You had excuses so many and pulled me in, saying it was not meant for us. I did not respond. We walked back home. What you never noticed was that I held with me, those souveniers - the darned umbrella, the old parchment and the cone of soaked peanuts.

And, I have saved it up, for always. For a rainy day, as its said!

Sashu!!
ENTP, Originator, Intellectual

Extraverted		Introverted
74%		26%
Sensing		Intuition
47%		53%
Thinking		Feeling
53%		47%
Judging		Perceiving
47%		53%

Extraverted
iNtuition
Thinking
Perceiving


Temperament
NT (Intellectual)

ENTP Population
Total: 3%
Male: 4.5%
Female: 1.5%


Primary Function
Extraverted Intuition

Secondary Function
Introverted Thinking

Tertiary Function
Extraverted Feeling

Least Function
Introverted Sensing

ENTP - The "Originator"

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Profile: ENTP
Revision: 3.0
Date of Revision: 26 Feb 2005

"Clever" is the word that perhaps describes ENTPs best. The professor who juggles half a dozen ideas for research papers and grant proposals in his mind while giving a highly entertaining lecture on an abstruse subject is a classic example of the type. So is the stand-up comedian whose lampoons are not only funny, but incisively accurate.

ENTPs are usually verbally as well as cerebrally quick, and generally love to argue--both for its own sake, and to show off their often-impressive skills. They tend to have a perverse sense of humor as well, and enjoy playing devil's advocate. They sometimes confuse, even inadvertently hurt, those who don't understand or accept the concept of argument as a sport.

ENTPs are as innovative and ingenious at problem-solving as they are at verbal gymnastics; on occasion, however, they manage to outsmart themselves. This can take the form of getting found out at "sharp practice"--ENTPs have been known to cut corners without regard to the rules if it's expedient -- or simply in the collapse of an over-ambitious juggling act. Both at work and at home, ENTPs are very fond of "toys"--physical or intellectual, the more sophisticated the better. They tend to tire of these quickly, however, and move on to new ones.

ENTPs are basically optimists, but in spite of this (perhaps because of it?), they tend to become extremely petulant about small setbacks and inconveniences. (Major setbacks they tend to regard as challenges, and tackle with determin- ation.) ENTPs have little patience with those they consider wrongheaded or unintelligent, and show little restraint in demonstrating this. However, they do tend to be extremely genial, if not charming, when not being harassed by life in general.

In terms of their relationships with others, ENTPs are capable of bonding very closely and, initially, suddenly, with their loved ones. Some appear to be deceptively offhand with their nearest and dearest; others are so demonstrative that they succeed in shocking co-workers who've only seen their professional side. ENTPs are also good at acquiring friends who are as clever and entertaining as they are. Aside from those two areas, ENTPs tend to be oblivious of the rest of humanity, except as an audience -- good, bad, or potential.

What does Success mean to an ENTP?

ENTP personalities are motivated by possibilities. They love the outside chances; the new or unusual combinations lurking within the ordinary everyday world of things and ideas. For them, something is always on the up, something is always tantalizing their desire to re-orchestrate life into new patterns and shapes; new ways of fulfilling what can be as strong as a never ending desire to beat the odds and win at every game in town, or as mild as a quirky personal need for constant variety and change. With their thinking tied to the myriad possibilities they see in the world, they act swiftly and decisively upon those angles, choices and combinations scarcely noticed by other types, but through which they can build whole new frameworks or completely redefine an existing external situation in such a way that it appears new, revitalized and once again full of promise. Sameness, stasis, conservatism - even daily routine - can be loathsome to fervent ENTPs, whose drive is always to be into something new, different and full of fresh possibilities, and who, given the opportunity, will always be the first to show others a new path to success in a venture, or to find a way of doing something that no-one has done before.

ENTP people measure their success by their “aha” moments, by the sense of satisfaction which comes as they spread their newly written maps before them and contemplate the new adventure, design, investigation or conquest which has now become their road ahead. What has gone before, previous achievements, ways of living - even people met along the way - are often now forgotten or considered passé, mere steps along a path which has now brought a new frontier to be exploited for its gifts. Whether it is the search for knowledge, money, power, fame or pleasure, the ENTP will be found at the frontline, gazing into the distance and discovering new avenues toward, bigger, better or more satisfying outcomes.

ENTPs are the great problem solvers, discoverers and re-inventors of the world. Their insights into the world around them, their ability to see new ways of putting things together and making them work can bring them great success in virtually any industry or human pursuit that interests them. For this reason the ENTP is happiest in situations where they can use their intuitive powers freely and have the space in which to think upon the aspects and angles which come to them. Without fulfilling work and the freedom to use their mind most productively, ENTPs can quickly tire of a limiting situation. For this reason an open road toward success is an extremely important factor in the ENTPs life. Some, given a little opportunity, will clear one for themselves, but of all the types, it is the ENTP who has most need to be aware of the life and career situations they might commit to without sufficient thought for the future.

ENTP Relationships

Typically good-natured, upbeat and laid-back, ENTPs can be delightful people to be around. They get a lot of enjoyment and satisfaction from interacting with others, and especially enjoy discussing and debating theories and concepts which interest them. They may be prone to initiate arguments because they so enjoy the debate. They are generally fun-loving and gregarious, and can be quite charming. They have a problem with sometimes neglecting their close relationships when they become involved in the pursuit of a new idea or plan.

ENTP Strengths

* Enthusiastic, upbeat, and popular
* Can be very charming
* Excellent communication skills
* Extremely interested in self-improvement and growth in their relationships
* Laid-back and flexible, usually easy to get along with
* Big idea-people, always working on a grand scheme or idea
* Usually good at making money, although not so good at managing it
* Take their commitments and relationships very seriously
* Able to move on with their lives after leaving a relationship

ENTP Weaknesses

* Always excited by anything new, they may change partners frequently
* Tendency to not follow through on their plans and ideas
* Their love of debate may cause them to provoke arguments
* Big risk-takers and big spenders, not usually good at managing money
* Although they take their commitments seriously, they tend to abandon their relationships which no longer offer opportunity for growth

ENTPs as Lovers

"To love means to open ourselves to the negative as well as the positive - to grief, sorrow, and disappointment as well as to joy, fulfillment, and an intensity of consciousness we did not know was possible before." -- Rollo May

ENTP's goals for their intimate relationships are similar to their other personal goals: improvement and growth. They constantly ask themselves questions such as: How can the relationship be improved? Where is the relationship headed? Am I growing in the relationship? They are likely to enthusiastically embrace new ideas and projects for themselves and their mates which they feel will propel them along their goal for growth and knowledge discovery. The ENTP's general enthusiasiam and good intentions are usually quite positive and healthful in a relationship.

A problem area for ENTP's is their tendency to not follow through on their schemes. This can be frustrating to their mates. It may also create a "boy who called wolf" syndrome in their relationships, with their partner never believing that the ENTP will actually do what they say they'll do.

Another potential problem area is the ENTP's general tendency towards "wildness" and willingness to take risks. They may lead the family into uncomfortable financial situations, which can be quite stressful on intimate relationships.

Sexually, the ENTP is enthusiastic and interested in positive, constant growth for both partners. They're likely to be very attentive, involved, and questioning. They enjoy spontaneity rather than fixed schedules, and fully embrace new ideas and adventures. They're likely to approach intimacy as more of a physical act which conveys affection, rather than as an opportunity to explicitly express affection.

In general, ENTP's childlike enthusiasm and genuine interest in the health and direction of the relationship makes them willing and able to promote healthy, growing relationships with their significant others. They need to watch out for their tendency to be unaware of what others are feeling, and to inadvertantly neglect their relationships when faced with exciting possibilities that are external to their personal life.

Although two well-developed individuals of any type can enjoy a healthy relationship, ENTP's natural partner is the INFJ, or the INTJ. The ENTP's dominant function of Extraverted Intuition is best matched with a personality that is dominated by Introverted Intuition. How did we arrive at this?

ENTPs as Parents

"You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth...
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable." -- Kahlil Gibran

With their fun and upbeat natures, there's a little bit of kid inside all ENTPs. They approach parenthood with a fun-loving attitude which has a serious underlying goal: to make everything a learning exercise (for themselves as well as for their children) which promotes the child's growth into an independent, logical thinker.

The ENTP is likely to be somewhat inconsistent about spending quality time with their children. One minute they will exhibit a lot of interest and enthusiasm towards being around their kids, and will display a great deal of affection for them. However, as soon as they get caught-up in one of their grand schemes for improving a system somewhere, they're likely to inadvertantly neglect their kids.

ENTPs as Friends

ENTPs can get along with almost all other types of people. They are intuitive about what makes others tick, although they generally lack the ability to sympathize or relate to others who do not see things the same way as the ENTP. They are flexible and easy-going, and genuinely enjoy interacting with others.

Although the ENTP is able to get along with a wide variety of people, they are likely to choose to surround themselves with people who are intelligent, capable, and idea-oriented. They love nothing better than engaging in a good debate with someone who can hold their end of the conversation. This will stimulate and energize the ENTP, who is highly competitive and loves to discuss theories.

Sometimes the ENTP falls into the habit of practicing "one-upmanship". If this goes unchecked, it may cause a problem with friendships and close interpersonal relationships.

I love this feeling. Of being able to play you like a harp. Ah, this is such a satiating feeling to watch you forget the world. Looking down at you I smile inwardly. I know to wield you around, feel your senses dissolve and melt, in the height of passion. I know, right now, as you are sleeping, you are calm and happy. Your thoughts never stray to dissect our love-making .Nor does it tread out a plan for the future. It is content yet flushed, hungry yet satiated. I love to watch you sleep. It thrills me to find you cuddled up against my skin, your breath coming in as a soft caress. Goose flesh! I like to feel the stubble of yours tickle me, and I like the feeling of intimacy.

The morning is a few hours away. I can't wait to wake you up with a coffee. I know by mind, the expression you'd have on your face. A shrug, and a sigh. How fast the time speeds by, nay? The feeling of wanting, and the feeling of not having. I love to see the torture. I like it when you hate to leave me. I love the sense of power I possess. I love it.

Do you know why I never come to wave you bye? Because I feel weak when I see you go. I feel that I shrink back into being the loner I am. I need to have you around. Not for security, not for love. Yes, I have no shame in saying I don't love you. I need you to feel powerful. I need you to mask my weakness. I thrive by gaining power from your weakness. So I never come to see you off.

As you stir awake, I smile. I am the queen, once again. Even the night scares me. Even sleep scares me. What if I go back to being the weakling I am? What if I get no more of you?

"Good morning love. I hate to leave. Is it time already?" You ask as your arms reach out for me. I smile and move in close to you. "Hmmmm... Yes, am afraid it is time." I murmur. I can see the bitterness in your eyes, and I feel calm, all over again. Everything seems fine. I know, you'll be back.

I know.

I know.

I realize that I have always loved you. No matter where I have been, or with whom I have been, you were always there on my mind. Now as I look at you, I know that I have let go of something that could have been so very mine. I find that you have aged, gracefully so. Your eyes still have got that twinkle, the naughtiness that often took my breath away. I remember the smile in your eyes and the madness in them too. Your have a few gray hairs. I remember you always did- premature grays, we talked of, often. How hard we had laughed when you kept telling me I'd go bald by the time I got 35 and you'd still be young and pretty! I can see that you are surprised to find me this way today, still not bald, and not even a gray hair to point to. Ah! I am amused.

It has been 14 years since we last met. Do you remember? That misty dawn of December, when you had come running to my Hostel Block. I remember being woken up so early by my room mate saying you were waiting for me at the visitor's lounge. I remember walking up to you, groggy and still sleepy. I remember the look of horrid pain in your eyes, and all I knew that moment was I could never see you in pain. I wanted to take you in my arms, and tell you that everything is fine. I wanted to promise you that everything would go fine. But all I did was stare at you, helpless. You threw yourself onto me, sobbing uncontrollably. I held you close. I could smell the coconut oil in your hair mixed with fresh sweat. Your slender frame fit easily in my arms. I felt as though I held my world in my arms. Gently I pulled away. Your eyes tore my heart. You told me about your father's call and how you were being called back home. I did not understand the graveness of the situation. I thought he wanted you home for a while, and eventually you'd be back. After all you still had 4 months of college left. How could he not send you back? I offered to take you home myself. But, I had got the point completely wrong.

You had come to me, to never go back. I never realized it. I saw the brief shock register. I did see the terror in your eyes, and how you turned away from me. I took your hands in mine, and asked if everything was alright. You told me that your father wishes to get you married off to someone from your village. I couldn't get myself to believe that. I argued with you, saying it could never possibly be. After all you had never met the man, and you were just 21. You were one of the best students in the college, and your studies hadn't finished yet. And moreover, you were never informed of any plans before. And then you received a call saying you were to be married to someone and that too the very next week. It seemed impossible to me. I realize, I had been insensitive and immature then.

Your eyes were red and sore. The tears never stopped. I didn't know what to do. I was still at college, barely 21. I knew that I wanted you more than anything else. But, I didnot know what I could have done. I held you in my arms, and sat speechless. The visitor's lounge was soon filled with people, and we decided to go out for a walk. I rushed to my room, and in a while we were walking along the winding road towards the Mussorie Lake. We had spent quite an awful lot of our college days there. But unlike all other times, there was no laughter, and no playfulness. The air was suddenly cold, and chilly. The lake was suddenly a reflection, that showed two lonesome hearts, in turmoil. We sat at our favorite spot, beneath the litchi tree. Time sped by, without either of us realizing. There was nothing I could offer you. I did not know what I could do, to stop you.

You turned to me smiling, bittersweet. I held you close, once again. I tipped your face up to mine, and leaned over to kiss you. Your eyes were closed. I could see the little mole above your lips and the thick eyelashes you always loved to bat. Your eyes were sore, I knew. I gently kissed your eyelids. I felt the sadness in me welling. I knew this could possibly be our last time together. You sensed it too I realized. You held me so close, and my hands wrapped around you. I wanted to never let go. Gently, my hands roamed over your body, shivering. I was filled with a sense of sadness and love. You gave yourself up to me. We made love for the very first time. The breeze soft, chilled our skin. Yet, in the warmth of our bodies, we found comfort. I remember the softness of your skin, the warmth of your body. You were so tiny, and slender, and we fit each other just perfect.I remember the contours of your breasts and the depth of your navel. I remember the taste of your skin, the fragrance of you. I remember the calm of the lake, and the frenzy of our heartbeats. But every time ever since you left that eve, I could only remember the drop of tear that spilled when you kissed me the very last time, before turning away from me, forever.

I have been always held down by the weight of that drop of tear. As I felt the tear touch my skin, I realized in all certainty that I had lost you, forever. I stayed near the litchi tree that whole night. Your fading image filled my eyes, over and over.

I wonder are you thinking just the same, now? I can never ask, can I? The time has sped by. You still look pretty, with that mole that shifts when you smile. And you still have the lustrous black hair, with your special grays. I wish the breeze would carry over to me, the fragrance of coconut oil in your hair. I have missed it, I really have. All this while. I find that you have out on a few pounds onto your once slender frame. It looks good. Age looks good on you. I wish you were with me, growing old together. Ah! How I wish....!

I answer your queries politely. You introduce me to your husband, and your little girl. I kneel down, to talk to your child. She looks so beautiful. A drop of tear falls out of my eyes, as I kissed her on her forehead. And as I come up to my height, I find your smile. And, I feel the gush of cool air around me, as though I have been freed, as though I have been sanctified. You smile and wish me luck, before turning away to join your family. I stand at the platform watching you board the train.Watching the train starting to move, I find your little girl waving at me, in sheer joy. And then you smile one last time.

Your image has faded away, once again. But this time, no tears have spilled from my eyes. I feel calm, and happier than I have ever felt in ages. You have just set me free. All I needed was your smile...

I have been tagged by Tara and Deeps for this tag. Now that am done with the theory exams, I am a free bird. Well, not exactly one, coz I still have my clinics n labs left. Sigh! But then that is supposed to be another post of mine. And to all those well wishers of mine, who helped me through with Prayers, I'd just wanna say Thank You So Much!! My papers so far went okay, nothing great to boast of, but decent enough to get me outta college! I have my last paper on Friday, and then am all done :) So, THANKS AGAIN!!!

Now getting back to the tag, let me just give a quick review regarding the actual rules. And let me add on a disclaimer here. I am nasty with rules, and I bend them much to my liking! So if that happens here, I am not to be blamed please!

The Random Tag Rules : Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you.
At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged.

You have to link the person who tagged you.

So, here goes the odd random trivia regarding myself :P

1. I am a Hypochondriac.

Lol! A mild case rather. Having to learn of all the umpteen diseases and medicines and blah blah, I can't be blamed, right? If I find something a wee bit out of order, or feel like it, I go hay wire, wondering -

Oh it could be this. Or, rather, could it be that. Hey wait, maybe am overreacting. But, what if...? The questions are endless. But then, it doesn't last that long either. I normally tend to forget about all the so-called symptoms in a jiffy. But I sure am growing out of this hypochondria thingy. Phew!! That is such a huge relief, really!


2. I kinda expect the whole wide world to like me.

Something I dread and literally hate in me. If I happen to know that someone thinks of me in a rather unpleasant sort of way, it gets me in the doldrums for a rather very long time. I know, and am always told by friends and family, that I can't expect the entire world to like me. But then, that is just what I actually expect! But, I really am trying to change. I don't want to get hurt coz of my attitude. I know it is never really possible! Ohhh, why can't it be, nay?


3. I am fussy about food.

Yeah, I am really fussy about my food. I cant manage to be near food with Brinjal in it. Just a faint tinge of it makes me feel all sick, and I get the urge to throw up. Well, not a pleasant read, this tag is turning out to be, I understand :P And yeah, I can't handle Fish of any sorts (except Prawns, which I argue to be not really a fish.) I always get lectured to have fish, for its high antioxidant content of omega-3-fatty acids, which is proven to be highly beneficial to health.It actually decreases the risk for atherosclerosis, and myocardial infarction. Well, I got a bit carried away with the medical trivia. Sorry :D

But, I am learning to cook fish delicacies coz Mr.Pea can't even have a bite to eat without fish. Sigh! And my mom loves to see me sweat it out in the kitchen trying to get the fish fry, just right!


4. I can't help not "doing a Monica"!! Sigh!

Yeah, another quirk. Lol. I just can't get the concentration to learn if I find something a wee bit out of place, in my room. Everything, and by everything, I mean Everything!! Right from the paintings and picture frames on the walls being at the right angles, to the rugs being just in its place; from the blanket being folded just right to having the comb in the exact spot, it is supposed to be, everything has to just right on spot. Else I freak out. Well, you can call it "Doing a Monica!!" (F.R.I.E.N.D.S fame...Hehe)

But this quirk is just when I have to study. Else, I don't really mind much if anything's out of place. I can just find my sister glaring at me on reading that. So well, its just me who thinks that way, I realize. Pity, nay?


5. I don't read Newspapers!

Well, it ain't something I am proud of. But, unfortunately it is so very true. I can give you a billion excuses as to why I don't, but none would be true. So, I'd rather not venture into something of that sort. I am always coaxed, and even threatened by Mr.Pea and my parents, to pick up the habit. But I never manage to. I do try to get myself up-to-date about the news though.(courtesy news channels, friends and family..hehe) If you are wondering what is so wrong with the newspapers, I have no answer. I often wonder the same :D


6. I am addicted to getting myself clicked! :D

A highly narcissistic indulgence of mine. It could get real weary for the photographer. Trust me. I am never ever happy with my pics, and the session could go on for hours relentlessly, until I am satisfied (Lol! Satisfied? Now, That is a Joke!) My sis Sona is my self-proclaimed official photographer. And nowadays, as soon as I say the words "snap/ pic/ click/ camera" she scoots, for the love for life, I guess. She always keep warning Mr.Pea of what exactly is in store for him all through his life- The Narcissistic Me and all my indulgences ( Which is a long list, either ways!)


7. I am empathetic

"She's frequently kind..." goes the Billy Joel track. And I guess, I can say that about me.
This is something I have realized about me, through out my college. I don't know if it is for the good, or not. But its something I like about myself. I take extra effort to make people smile. I spend hours to keep company to a lonely friend. I find myself giving away lessons to neighborhood kids prior to their Big exams.I try to do the little little things I can, to help people. I have just started to read out stuff at the geriatric care center in my city. And these are moments I cherish. It brings me more happiness than most times.


8. I am egoistic.

I have had the misfortune of losing friends to misunderstandings. It doesn't happen often, but yeah it has happened. And I have never ever been able to come to terms with it :( And, it not like I don't try. I do. But after a certain effort, I don't. I get egoistic about apologizing for something I haven't been at fault. So there goes the story!


9. I love Kids.

Well you must be wondering who doesn't? Its true. I just adore kids, especially the little ones. Am really good with them too- right from an infant to a toddler to a naughty school going one. And even with teenagers, I am pretty much at ease. And when ever I attend weddings or any such functions, I often end up with a gang of kids whom I have never met before. I just love pampering and getting pampered :)


10. I have tried running away from Home.

Lol. I have tried my hand at running away from home, and that too at the ripe age of 7 I guess :D Call it one of those moments I don't like to think of, now. I still wonder what would have been had I succeeded. I dread thinking of it even. I love my family and friends and my life so much, that I just can't imagine myself far away, leading a life so different from this one. God!! Thank you!!


11. I love the green hopper!

Green hopper!! I kinda love seeing them :P Maybe after my grandma mentioned to me that having green hoppers visiting you, brings good luck and good money!! Hehe!


12. I have the habit of reading all through daily chores.

Yeah, you can always find me with my nose inside a book. I go to sleep reading, and every morn when I wake up, I find my spectacles and book on the bed, sometimes squashed under the pillow. I pick the book, wear the glasses on and move around to the bathroom, reading while I brush my teeth, floss, and even in the loo at most times. (I know it sounds gross!) And breakfast with my book in one hand, off to college with my bag and the book squeezed in. I even read during classes, and break times. And when back at home, I pick my pillow and move onto the terrace, where I have a wide platform attached to the railings, where I can lie down and read. I LOVE IT :)


13. I wish to see Abhishek Bachan at least once in my lifetime!

I am normally not someone obsessed with celebrities. But when it comes to Abhishek Bachan, I could go cranky. I just adore the suave handsome man that he is! Awwww....I better control drooling over him. Hehe. Jokes apart, I really want to meet him once. For what? To get over him! Hehehe!


14. I have weird dreams.

Truly weird , most of my dreams are. Most often with no correlation, no basis and no element of sense to it. The frames keep shifting from one to another within a jiffy, leaving me a string of odd poorly-formed instances. And I try real hard in placing them right, and decipher out what exactly the entire thing meant. But in vain! Just to get you an idea, I'll share one of my recent dreams. Trust me, I actually DID see this stuff.

Scene 01: Room no- 70, Medical College Hostel.
Its exam time. Everyone's busy mugging up. Discussions and combined studies are all over. I am reading something too. And watching everyone work so hard, I get my panic attacks. I just feel like getting away. And I run out of the room, all through the corridor to the door that opens into the backyard, where we have provisions for drying clothes.

Scene 02:The door opens.
I step out of the door to find myself running over Snow! Yeah, its frigging snowy all around, and am dressed in cloaks all off a sudden. I can find my professor running over to catch hold of me. I don't look back.I keep running, and running.

Scene 03:
Pierce Brosnan!! Yes, the ultimate hero, James Bond, materializes in front of me from nowhere. He grabs my hand and pulls me down through a trap door. I am saved. Rescued by him. I look up to thank him.

Scene 04:
I am writing my exam. Time out bell rings. My paper is blank, and its snatched away from me.

I woke up startled after that though! So now, you get the idea, don't you?


15. I had an invisible friend during my childhood.

I remember having an invisible friend during my childhood, who was visible to none but me. I have spent quite a lotta time with this friend of mine. It had got my parents worried, at that point of time. But I did grow out of the fantasy. But what I haven't told them is, I still like to think I have that friend. And I used to address my Personal Diary by this friend's name :)


16. I want to have four kids!!

Hehe!! I really like to have four kids, a dog and a husband :D But, I don't know how practical it would be - with a sailor hubby, my career and blah blah! Well, lets see how we Fare!! Lol!!


17. I enjoy star gazing every single night.

I have a small open terrace adjacent to my bedroom. So every single night I'd take my pillow and lie down on my terrace platform, gazing at those twinkling miracles. Its such a wonderful feeling. I started watching stars after my best friend coaxed me to try it. And I am grateful to him, for introducing me to something this wonderful.


18. I hate hanging wet clothes to dry and folding them neat after drying.

I hate this job. Washing doesn't seem this bad. But hanging it out for drying, sure tires the hell out of me. It irritates me to no extend. And the post drying work- I just long to burn the clothes to avoid folding them.


19. I don't brush twice a day. Once done, am glad!

Yeah, its true. I just brush once daily. I usually sleep off direct on bed, reading- either academic stuff or else fiction. Whatever be it, its not a planned process. And so, I never really brush twice. But I haven't got even a single cavity. So it's well with me, I say :D


20. I trust my instinct and intuition when it comes to people.

I am someone who believes in intuition and mental vibes. Most often than not, I've always been right about people. I trust my instinct and intuition. If it asks me to stay away from someone, I make it a point that I do. And no matter how nice the person could be, I'd still want to keep my distance.


21. I am uncomfortable being at big malls and parties and page -3 lifestyle events.

I don't know why its so. But I prefer the cozy comfort of a small eat-out joint or a book store to a huge mall with all its hangout places. I feel out of place in such a space. It appears to me to be too vibrant, with too much of shocking colours that contrast and contradict. I'd like a quiet stroll down the street, stopping to watch kids and smell some flowers, stopping by a street vendor to have pani puri, and laughing about the good things of life.


22. I hate Cafe Coffee Day. And have vowed never to visit one ever again.

I have one of the the sickest of experiences at a CCD. And ever since, I have vowed to stay away from that bloody place, for good.


23. I love to travel.

Its a beautiful experience to travel. I have had just a hand few trips,that is it. But hopefully, I'll manage to get away once in a while to the quiet solitude of myself.


24. I have been lucky to have found kindness and love always in life.

I have been lucky to have found love, and kindness- at places and times I least expected to. Be it someone offering me my bus fare, when I realized I have forgotten my wallet at home. Or, during an unexpected stranger coming to my aid during an accident. I remember being kissed by a little kid while shopping at for grocery. I have always found companionship through out my life. And I consider myself to be special, coz I have had some special moments as these.


25. I am a sucker for tags, I realize :P

I have just realized something random about myself, here. That I am in love with tags.Hehe. I found myself tagged today eve, when I opened my blog. And I just couldn't resist getting it done, despite of having one more exam to be done with. Well, I don't really care. I enjoyed doing this. And so I am pretty happy that I did this one, sparing no time to waste!!



So, there I am. All done with this tag! I am not tagging anyone in here. Anyone and everyone is free to pick up this Tag and get it done! So do tell me how well I have done this one?!?!