A dream. An ambition. An aim.

Man is a dreamy being. Supremely intelligent, gifted with the most unique of talents and with a fierce will of his own. Yes, I realize that.

We all have ambitions/dreams/certain aims in life. We set targets for ourselves and try to achieve them with dedicated efforts in some cases or wait for them to slowly unravel while dreaming about the moment it could finally happen. We dream about success and it is the sole reason why we survive the brutalities of this world which is getting harsher by the minute. Everyone of us has a right to dream, each one of us has a necessity to feel the rushes of success and this happens when, finally, our dreams come true.

I have a dream.
To make it big in life. To live a charmed life. To bathe in the luxury of riches. To be one who can call the world, well and truly, one's playground. To have Power. To have Authority.

I want to visit each and every corner of the world. I don't want to work, I want to live each day of my life on an extended holiday till the day comes when I've to bid adieu to this living world. I want to understand life, as it happens, in all parts of the globe. I want to be a globetrotter with an endless passion for idleness and holidaying. All this while I'm infinitely rich, to the point of being filthy.

I want to be famous. To be known as a towering personality, widely respected and without a blemish to speak of. I want to be known for all the good I do and I don't want to end up committing even a single bad action. I want to be the perfect exhibit of a magnanimous, affable, humble, infinitely-good-at-heart human.

I want to achieve everything which I set out to do. I want success in every second of my life. I want the sweet scent of success to be my constant companion wherever I go, helping me through the nauseating bogs and rancid vapours of a scheming life. I want to make money, by the millions. Or even billions. I want to give out blank cheques to charities.

I want to woo the most beautiful/intelligent woman on the planet and I want to make her my woman in the grandest wedding of them all. I say that the most beautiful and the most intelligent woman on earth shall be one and the same only. I want to drive the fastest car in the world, I want to sail on my own yacht. I want to own a luxury cruise liner, all for myself. I want private jets able to take me anywhere in the world whenever I feel like flying.

I want to own a fantastic collection of pets. I want to be able to understand the language of animals. I want to own cattle-ranches, farmhouses, castles, chateaus, palaces, estates and millions of square miles worth of farmland. Yes, I want to be the richest man in the world but I don't want to work a minute for it.

I want to father the most wonderful kids in the world. I want to sip outrageously expensive wine/champagne. To Party the hardest in this world. I want to be known as a superb athlete. To be known as an exceptional singer cum dancer.

I want to show the world that it's not impossible to dream, be loud about it and bask in the glory of success.


Time to get real.
short term one: I aim to become a way better human being than the one I presently am.
medium: I want success. I crave every bit of it.
long term: I want to write a book one day. Yes, I want to be an author. It's a dream. It's an aspiration that I will go to great lengths to realize. It must happen someday in the distant future.

That's all. Ciao.

Another 'New' start. A promise.

I really can't understand what made me so busy over the past two months that I had almost forgotten about the existence of my blog. Yeah, it exists and this will happen never again. As for the busy part, I was busy being lazy. I'm making no bones about it. Again, I say, this won't ever happen. Ever.