Month: January 2019

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Experiencing a Dream.

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Dreams are a common feature in any child,man or woman.

In sleep, we all think, aspire and soar skies which we may or may not achieve.

A dream is something which is simply unimaginable, both thinkable and unthinkable and even good and bad.

Dreams, many psychologists and philosophers say that whatever occurs in our conscious mind throughout the day, especially if we worry/think or go in over drive over some matter then that is what is displayed as video/ audio or a series of images at a time when we are asleep in our beds by our sub conscious minds.

But in truth, psychologists or philosophers are unaware of ABC of sub conscious mind. To reach it, you have to be in sync with yourself.

Our brains at that time (when we are asleep) functions as a video subscription channel whose subscription control and its remote are in God’s hand.

Sometimes the remote changes hands and it maybe controlled by someone known or unknown to us.

God very clearly states that dreams are more meaningless than imaginations. I solemnly agree with him. Imaginations only work when we are kids or have a lot of dough. Common man can only hope that something good happens.

Dreams are a source of unknown treasure which in times of hope, happiness and despair can not only uplift a man, but can show him the past, present and the future.

Suppose a man likes cricket and one day he couldn’t watch his match as his boss had kept him busy. That whole evening he was grumpy and at night he went to bed grumpier as they only show highlights when the original match gets over.

Now see how beautiful is God’s grace, the time when that man goes into a premium deep sleep, at that time he dreams of that same cricket which he had missed and vividly dreams about it. When wakes up early in the morning, he is happy and freshened up. But the sad part is that he didn’t experience his dream.Only he became happy and felt uplifted after seeing that cricket match in his dream. This is a sort of happy dream.

But experiencing a dream is something which happens rarely.

Now one may say that it is not rare. But believe me, it is truly very very rare. It’s so because dreams barely touch reality. Reality is what happens when we are wide awake and rocking. Our sweats are proof of that. Dreams don’t have relation with hard work. On the other hand experiencing it is a far away reality and achievement.

In very much God’s truth, I am not a master of this topic. But what God says is true in each and every level. Be it the smallest of the small or the highest of high.

To experience a dream, a dream must be in sync with illusion. Illusion is that falsity which rules over everything under the sun and inside and above our heads. That’s why it is illusion.

But my friends in heaven are kings of it and over it.

To truly experience a dream you have to know how to walk over a petal of rose. I know the question arises that how can a human walk over a petal of rose? It’s impossible and unrealistic. But that’s how dreams are. The moment when you can walk over the petal of a rose then not only you can experience dreams but also have mastery over it.

The irony over here is that we all know that we can’t walk over a petal of rose, in the same way experiencing a dream is impossible to that very extent. But with God’s grace anything is possible. But walking over a petal of rose may simply just not be possible even with God’s grace. Dreams may signify something with reality but even that is meaningless and is like a balloon which will pop at some time or the other.

When any dream occurs, the funniest thing is that we are same with that dream. Whatever happens in that dream, it is very much true and real for us. Sometimes dreams paradoxes reality and vice versa. You may even drive a car upside down in a dream and may even think that it is the right way to drive. You may dream that you have become the highest paid star of the century and in your dream, you are awarded with the “best actors award”, you get an overwhelming applause, people congratulate you, the tabloids write marvelous articles about you and a big hot shot director has signed a big film with you and you are extremely happy . At that moment you feel that someone is jerking you and loudly calling out your name. Slowly your eyes and mind turns toward the source of voice and jerking and you see that your wife is trying to wake you up as you are already late for your office. All that stardom, awards and the tabloid fame has already gone down the drain.

In gist about experiencing dreams, we all know how babies laugh. By God’s grace and blessings you see a baby laughing in your dreams and soon after that a small baby is born to you and you see your own baby laugh. That’s when you see and truly experience your dream.

Best of luck. See if you have that lifetime experience of experiencing your dream, but don’t get trapped in illusion. Though nothing is without illusion.

Simply see the paradox. We are not without illusion and illusion is not without us. But we have that inbuilt grace from God that we can be on the same level with it. But that only a fewest of the few can do.

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“What have you brought for me?” Or “Have you brought anything for me?”

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How many times have you heard this line-“what have you brought for me or have you brought anything for me?”

I have asked my mother this question many times, when I was a small boy. Ma used to come to pick me up from my school which was nineteen kilometres away from my home.

 Sometimes, Ma would bring peanuts or sometimes lollipops and on some days ice lollies. Even when my school changed, Ma used to buy small things for me from the stationary store located inside the school when the need used to arise.

Once a special type of “toy” eraser was available in the school stationary shop and nearly all of my classmates had it. One morning I asked Ma, “Ma would you please buy me this particular toy eraser. It’s an eraser as well as a toy. Ma immediately bought that eraser for me. I was very very happy. I was so happy with that gift which Ma had bought for me, that I seldom used it as an eraser, but mostly as a toy. It was a treasure in my toy collection.

A time came when dad had to go on office tours and as soon as he used to reach home, before I could ask him-“Baba, have you brought anything for me or what have you brought for me”, he used to give me the toys that he had brought for me. In his suitcase, he used to arrange the toys in such a manner, so that they didn’t get destroyed while travelling.

The scene changed. I was thirteen years old.

Then I had asked dad. Dad-“what have you brought for me?”

At the age of sixteen years,

“Dad, what have you brought for me?”

At the age of seventeen years,

“Dad, what have you brought for me?”

At the age of eighteen years,

“Dad, what have you brought for me?”

At the age of nineteen years,

“Dad, what have you brought for me?”

At the age of twenty years,

“Dad, what have you brought for me?”

At the age of twenty five years,

“Dad, what have you brought for me?”

Till date,

“Dad, what have you brought for me?”

As now I am a big boy or a man, seldom something comes out of his bag for me.

My mother was an International School Teacher in a foreign country when I was fifteen-sixteen years old. I was a student in that same school. Both of us (Ma and me) we used to reach the school by car and in the afternoon come back home by bus.

Once, the school had arranged for a field trip to such a place where they used to show dolphin shows. Ma was the class teacher, so she had to take her class to that field trip.

That day when I met her in the bus, I asked her-“Ma how was the trip? Did you bring anything for me?”

Ma replied-“The trip was ok and yes I have a gift for you”.

Ma had brought a small souvenir of stationary goodies from that place for me. I was very happy with it.

As I mentioned before, even now, whenever dad goes on a trip, the moment he has freshened up after coming back from that trip,  I ask him-“Dad have you brought anything for me?”.

For all of us, most of the time, the child inside us remains alive and brooding in such manners.

Be it mom or dad or any siblings, the moment they start telling about their sojourn, we involuntary ask-“what have you brought for me?”.

It seems that all of us nearly lack the basic etiquettes of mannerisms, but the question is universal-“Have you brought anything for me?”

Children are famous for asking this question, but even adults’ harbour this question in their minds and soon after coming from a trip or tour, if the answer to the question is negative, then be sure that you would have to see sour faces for a time which doesn’t stand guaranteed.

Hope you too have asked sometime or the other-“What have you brought for me?”

P.S.- When I showed this blog to Ma, she became upset and told me that I seldom asked for things in childhood from her and dad, but not on a daily basis. Dad used to give me any toy brought for me on his own. I apologise for the incorrect representation of my childhood.

N.B.-Generally, the question “What have you brought for me?” Or “Have you brought anything for me?” arises in all of our minds many times in our lives, so this post of mine is factually incorrect but the content and topic is true.

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Playing Like a Child.

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Childhood and games are God’s gifts to a newborn soul.

A nascent baby perceives the world through his/her parents. But as soon as he starts growing up, he starts playing with toys and nowadays in mobiles and tablets. When that kid is a bit more aged, he or she plays with toys which are designed according to their age.

A child’s best playmate is his/her mother and father. Especially mother. Mothers turn out to be such beautiful and natural playmates that none can second them in this.

But childhood slips away faster than sand slips from hand and with our growth into adolescence we all become a burden on ourselves.

Soon, we forget about all those beautiful days on which we have grown up.

But there comes a time when God gives everyone a chance to relive their childhood days.

Sometimes, maybe a younger brother or sister visits you at home and asks you to play with him or her.

Maybe you visit your aunt and uncle and in their house, a small kid is there who wants you to be his/her playmate and push his cycle or to play horse-riding with him.

The biggest chance to become a child again comes when one is bestowed with parenthood. Sometimes it is difficult to ascertain, who is the kid here. The kid or the parent? Many times fathers and mothers buy toys which they want to play themselves, under the cover of buying it for their child. It gives them a chance to relive, re-breathe those days which are gone with a generation behind. Even grandparents do the same.

Mobile games now a days, are a raging phenomenon, but more than young kids, you would find those boring adults playing games like “pop the ball or chess or cricket” continuously on their phones.

When android games became famous, it was mostly due to people aged above twenty to twenty five playing such games on their phones non-stop.

Senior citizens are the most prominent, regular, sincere, honest and continuous mobile game players. With the upgrade in technology, they too are upgrading themselves.

More than four to five times I have seen that a salesman, sitting behind the store counter is playing a game on his mobile, when the business remains idle or even when the shop or business is going on full swing.

Delivery boys too play games on their phones when they go to deliver the goods.

The main point which I want to bring in focus over here is, that frequently we say others on any big to small matter that-“are you a child?”

But more than often we we remain a child inside.

Those beautiful, warm and glowing days spent in mother’s lap, glowing and basking under her warmth and love are priceless. It simply can’t be matched. Additionally, dads too would be of a nature in which they would be softer than butter and more free flowing than water in those days. But, alas! With dads, the whole thing reverses and as we grow up, strictness and discipline emanates from them, like fragrance from sandalwood.

GOD, the highest of all, had indeed come on Earth and he too had faced many hardships, but in those hardships, games which he used to play in his childhood days, have been his friend and beautiful and happy memories forever.

I have a friend who used to ride horses and horse riding was his passion, hobby and God’s grace on him. It was the only game which kept him motivated, happy and jovial.

My maternal grandfather too used to ride horses, when he was young, extremely handsome and full of youth.

Another friend of mine would dress up as an adult when he was a young kid and that was his favourite pastime.

When I was small, Ma and Baba would play with me as if they both too are small children.

Nowadays, as a so called “adult” we have to try to earn money, so that we can survive and fill our tummies or stomachs, but one’s mind and soul still yearns for those wonderful, beautiful and excellent days when playing a game or two of cricket, football, badminton and table tennis would suffice to exist.

I don’t know about the latest version of children who are tech savvy and are miniature versions of adults, but the child inside me, Ma and Baba still wants to play, sing, laugh and if possible with God’s grace live a beautiful and happily life.

My father used to fly kites, play marbles, go for fishing, do cycling, and play football but with undue responsibilities and studies he had to leave everything and go to a hostel to study and immediately after getting his degrees (masters), he had to join a job, leaving his research work. Throughout his school he was a brilliant child and was always a scholarship getter. From Higher secondary till he continued his P.HD research, he used to get scholarships. His childhood which he largely missed out due to somebody else’s fault reflects largely in him whenever he sees a kite flying, a child playing marbles, someone fishing and sometimes he reminisces about his lost childhood in which to study he had to sell bananas.

Hope the child in you becomes alive and awakened on reading this post. To relive those beautiful days when we all were small, young, happy and full of energy, play a game of ludo or checkers with your parents, siblings or friends. If you win then proclaim yourself a winner. But if you lose don’t sulk, but be happy and play another round of that game. After all childhood were and are happy days. A true gift from God.

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God’s Compassion.

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“God’s compassion” is a phrase which we don’t hear often.It’s taken for granted.

It is love on which human relationships are based, but to be compassionate is a very special quality which very few have.

Many say that they exercise compassion, that they are sympathetic, but in the way of expressing their compassion and sympathy, their self-created big fat ego stands as a dividing wall and it becomes a ever revolving ball of ignorance and arrogance.

Compassion is a store of energy which only God has in his bag of love and Godliness.

Love has and is a huge source of energy. Their is no dearth of it. But being truly compassionate is quite limited in humans.

God is the true master of compassion. His compassion is limitless, infinite and is highly graceful.

His compassion arises out of his love for his children and resides only and only in him.

God’s compassion cannot be matched, cannot be thought of nor cannot be fathomed.

 Each and every breath we take is due to his compassion.

Compassion entails sympathy. But sympathy by humans often comes with riders.

God’s compassion entails only love and mercy.

Before his children ask for his mercy, he has already forgiven them. His mercy is infinite. So is his compassion.

Suppose a student studies very hard for an examination, but doesn’t get excellent results, leading to him feeling morose and let down. That same student in a bigger exam scores superbly and his brilliance outshines everybody. There God’s compassion is outpouring without bounds.

God’s compassion is such a treasure whose limitations are limitless. Very few have actually seen it. It’s the same as a mother’s love for her new born child. It cannot be explained.Words simply bow their heads in front of it.

The bond that binds a mother and a father with their child is God’s compassion and love which connects with the baby in their form as mother and father and vice versa.

It’s like a free flowing beautiful river containing fresh water and unmeasured jewels whose true value and values only God knows.

This flowing river is a very infinitesimally small form of God’s Compassion.
The more we try to measure it, the more it shines, much brighter than anything else.

God was compassionate, is compassionate and will be compassionate. We humans are at the faulty end. We often misunderstand his compassion as our successes in life.

As each drop is an individual drop, they are limitless, and full of God’s compassion and love which may seem very small but in reality is a kingdom on it’s own.

Sometimes simply try to feel his compassion. Who knows? Maybe as a drop of water or as a rose petal he may simply send his compassion which always entails his beautiful and boundless love.

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Precision.

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Being precise is an art in disguise. We all need to be precise and having the ability to be precise often keeps our lives in check.

Precision is a finer form of art which simply needs to be honed.

Precision in taking a wicket is a bowler’s foremost wish.

Mathematical precision while doing geometry often gives best results.

Precision while painting a picture brings out the best in a artist.

Precision in doing zoology practicals is a very important requirement for both the students and as well as for the subject itself.

Precision in surgery, saves lives and reduces the recuperating time of a patient also.

But there is a down side to be precise. Too much of it, is a down right path to one’s fall in everything. Sometimes it does good to be less precise.

For example:- When a mother cooks for her children, she cooks it with love, determination and will.  If she tries to be more precise, then the dish turns out to be a professional dish than a mother’s home made food.

Adios!