Monday, January 31, 2011

When You Change
change is word that conflict my thoughts every time....
i believe there is two kind of changes-(i) sudden and (ii) gradual...
some minds are trained to take sudden changes and some are for gradual....
i have never liked gradual but somehow both are connected like one comes first and after some time it becomes second one....
i.e. u moved in with some one after having quarrel with your parents that becomes sudden change and after some time your life style changes and that becomes gradual one...it's Filmy example but How Strange !!!

i always feel that i wish i could have done better then this and i try to do better in next level of my life so here my change factor was my thought-my belief....which makes me better than before every time.

sometimes i just hate changes....it spoils many thing,many relations,many things...
but sometime it brings you very good brand new quality in you....which changes your life again ....sudden and gradually.

keep Changing~





Sunday, January 16, 2011

My Dream Is Telling Me A Story

Date: August 13, 2010
Its 1:39 am... I am playing cards on computer...Listening music and the song which is playing right now is “tu jaane Na” and suddenly my one strange dream I remember.

DREAM 
Three friends went in a palace which is not in good condition and had some mysterious stories inside the rooms. Palace was dark from inside in day time, too. On the second floor there was a big room for the queen and the room was scary, dark, spooky, and mysterious. It was hard to breathe inside. One of my friend started singing a song of present time and suddenly inside the room, a storm was starting to take place. At that time I was standing at jali which can be seen from the entrance just in front. I felt something weird and in a while storm caught me inside, some strange feel I had and in next moment I found myself in a trendy mughaly queen’s room. It was unbelievable to me. That big Queen Room was looking so alive and new. I couldn’t find my friends around me. I was so scared and shivering. Slowly slowly I became conscious and went outside from the back door of room. Outside there was passage and a staircase which leads to the back side of the palace where some Muslim wanders and some small houses of mughal time built. Strangely no one was in palace or at that time no one was in room that saw me getting down. But the market people behind the palace saw me and I don’t know why but they rush after me madly, shouting.
I started running not knowing where the hell I am going. I run towards front side of palace from road (not in palace) I came in full crowdie market area where more people join the gospel running after me. I continued to run for some time. In next scene I was sitting on the steps of palace.
The palace was not so big like other mughal palaces. It seems like that was built for particular purpose for queen and king to have rest and entertainment. Palace was having a big otla in front side 3-4 steps up then space of 5-6m then the façade of jail. A very artistic mughal jali. A big arch for main opening. First passage which leads to central room, a big hall I think that would be for mujra and hookah gathering place. I don’t remember about first floor but the staircase for upper floors was constructed on most right side of palace. Narrow stair way. It didn’t have lighting. The main central hall can be seen from all the floors it means that hall was of double heighted.
I was sitting on the steps on otla (before the jali). I was not able to understand anything and. There was nothing I could do then whipping my tears by myself. I still remember that the around me was Yellow shades and cold silence was killing me. 3 or 4 fallows were wondering drunk and with red eyes looking at me strangely. After some time I was still on the steps, looking down with blank heart and mind. I only know that which scares me most it has got me badly. Suddenly I felt something which I never felt before, ever. I felt warmth, care and strength at time. I turned around swiftly and saw a person standing in front of me in mughaly dress with typical mughal turban. The existence of him was so strong that somehow I got feeling that this person is going to help me. The feeling was so strong. I wanted to tell him that please feeling so scared, please save me, please save me. But I couldn’t speak a word. I was only looking at him for some time. We suddenly heard crowd again. It was coming from long distance but I knew that it was for me. They don’t want me here. I didn’t understand their language but somehow I got the message. He was telling me something but the word didn’t want to enter my ear. That time I realize that I was wearing a frock of cotton dark yellow with cotton two time wrapped belt. No cover for the feet. He stretched my hand and I stood up and we started running.
By running so far we came on a small bridge and stopped.


I believed that this dream would led me somewhere but still waiting for hint.....
I am not used to write alot or write professionally but i just write what i had in my mind last night while closed eyes...