Ok. Legally, it seems Martin Luther King holds the copyrights *THE* “I have a dream” speech. But I hope it’s safe to use the title. Say whatever, dreaming is a compulsive obsession and a prerogative. Or at least it is an excuse to nod off for a few hours. So here goes my “I have a dream” essay:
I have a dream that one day coffee machines will disappear from all offices; leaving milky, filter coffee reign forever.
I have a dream that one day people will stop asking “How are you” and “How is life” back to back.
I have a dream that when people play music out loud on their cellphones, they will buy earplugs to everybody in the vicinity.
I have a dream that some day fondness for pink will not be analogous to being empty-headed.
I have a dream that people will develop a wee bit of self-respect and stop breaking down and touching feet to pander to the I-am-way-too-old-to-act-in-movie-plus-I-suck-at-it-anyway judges on “talent” hunt shows.
I have a dream that one day TV show producers will rise from their self-accepted resignation to the dearth of creativity and stop making reality shows.
I dream that people will stop picking up the longest adjectives from the thesaurus to describe themselves on their orkut profiles.
I have a dream that one day same gender friendship will be seen as platonic again.
I have a dream that one day when pricks passes off another person’s original work as their own; the sky will open up and shower rotten eggs on them. (Though I wasn’t around to see, I hope Rahul Bose mentioned Martin Luther King)
I have a dream that my blog will receive three digit hits per day without any of my cheap attention-seeking marketing gimmicks.
Nice one..!!! But isn’t ur last dream too much to dream about… given the frequency with which u write… :) :)