I used to have a friend who was a seafarer. Every vacation his family would go seafaring in a cruise ship to different countries.
As a result of continuous seafaring he would join the school
late by atleast a month or sometimes even more.
This used to happen every single year and nobody took any
note of the fact that he would join school late after the summer vacations, as
it was well known around the school that he and his family was away seafaring
to various countries.
Then my school got changed and there too I had a friend who would go seafaring to exotic locations as his hometown was a completely different location. It was most probably in Greece, so by default he had to do a lot of seafaring.
After I grew up, I came to know of a person, who used to be
an excellent seafarer. He had a huge estate by the sea in England and as his
home was by the sea .He was used to live by the sea, that sea faring became his
hobby, his passion and his past time. His skills at sea was marvellous and one
thing about any seafarer is that they know how to tie knots and save lives at
sea. They are courageous, bold and extremely well trained and most importantly,
they are self-trained.
Being a seafarer isn’t as easy as it seems. It’s a hard work
and journey sometimes needs to be done alone with the faith being completely on
one’s own self.
Many of my friends are there in heaven. Whether you believe it or not its completely upto you. They are workers of multiple dimensions and few of them were famous too.
My maternal grandfather who was a friend, a guide, a dove, a light being and a human in humanity had passed away on the night of 20th January 1995. I will never ever forget that night for the rest of my life. The whole atmosphere was sad and it felt as if we were hanging in a space which had no hooks to hold on to and no base to stand on.
Few years later one night I could distinctly hear someone
playing guitar in metallic style in my dream and when I tried to find out more
about it, what do I see? It’s my maternal grandfather who was playing the song
and when Ma bought me a Ps2 Guitar band set, I started singing the song
“Gasoline” and I could distinctly see that my maternal grandfather was jamming
with that song.
A rockstar isn’t a person who wears a headband, a few pieces
of fashion jewellery, pierces his tongue and does odd things. Rockstar is a
person who has that aura to become a High one. It takes something which is very
very very seldom given by God to anyone. The main criteria to achieve that gift
from God is to have self, heart and courage. A trio of these is virtually
absent from beings on these planets. They only try to be. But you have to be to
SO, dearest grandpa, the stage is all yours,
Your loving daughter, son –in-law and grandson.
N.B.- The moment my grandmother joined him up there, his
quality of jamming and music is billion times better.