Dream On!

Dream is a picture of our imagination.It is an expression of illusion we are budding into,which commiserates our good and bad and also make us anticipate the real desires within.Our dreams are a gateway to our future and a blemish to our past,which makes us more perceptible to follow them beyond shadow of a doubt.Sometimes we also visualize some expressions,which pose too hard to recall with open eyes,and our dream,our conscience calmly allows are dreams to whisper those untold and forgotten motifs, tales and memories.

They are our immortal impulses which are deprived of reality and the present outlook but still they follow us in a way ahead of our thinking and do’s and dont’s. Our dreams are a mirror to our expectations and also a personification to our certainties.It’s not that we achieve what we dream,moreover it’s just about the sincerity in what we conduct and the manner we approach to achieve.We get used to our daily routine and sleep relentlessly to compensate the lost consciousness,which is the best split-second duration to overcome the negativity and incarnate the potion of recreation.

 Imagination and delusion are two phases of our dreams which highly influence our longings and malevolence.
They are an important aspect to analyze the best in ourselves,which turns out to be a tentative good fortune sometimes and a positive mood definitely.Let’s a live a tension-free espirit and cherish the power to dream on and stay ecstatic switching off our complicated systems.


Pious or Superstitious!

The poison of fear and dreariness dwelling in the hearts is claimed as the ritual which in infinitely intrigued in our family values or moreover in illusive customs from the childhood itself.As we grow up with these self condemned values,we become more conscious with these illicit thoughts of relating the weekdays to certain myths,either the road crossed by a mighty cat,which may turn out to be frugal or stepping over a rag,may shorten the life and some related heckled tales.

It’s not about hurting the moral or spiritual values of a particular sect or individual,it’s more about the irrational thoughts and horrendous beliefs that we aimlessly strive towards and follow on some hollow and fake basis.We become so fudged into the unrealistic fallacy that we often cobble our way to blind-forthness. Being an agnostic or an atheist may sometimes make a sense in a way,because a susceptibility of becoming a superstitious fool drops down in that situation.They neither believe in the existence of God,nor do they entertain the presence of demons and black magic,they have a different approach in life to carry out their prayers, might be in the form of honesty with their work or recreational thoughts and self help activities sometimes.This euphemism seems better than being a frightened and erratically insane human.

On the other hand,what I feel about the ones who love to express their reverence for a particular deity or are superficially devoted to a particular Lord or Goddess are most of the times equally apparent to such ineloquent beliefs,that just create a breaching effect both mentally and monetarily. The so-called “Godmens and Baba’s” will prominently conduct havans and short-term hero worships just to curb the kaal sarpyog’s and mahaa-mrityunjay jaap’s,just to delay the date and time of  exit of someone close.I feel it as a ludicrous issue,intimating the “Yamraj” regarding your responsibilities and buffering up his plan to terminate the prone one a  little later.It should not go unnoticed,if a person is purely spiritual and deificating a Supreme God out of its piousness is mostly vulnerable to these orthodox norms.I do not comment on their religious facts and conditions but the relation with the unnatural habits reiterate me to raise a voice against such impure beliefs.

A sense of true and blissful respect spurt into my soul for those radicals,who still practice the art to be away from these unholy acts and naturally adapt to ridicule the aspects of superstitious,which do never serve any good to anyone,rather than spreading darkness.I wish to flush out these innate instincts in me as well,as it is a disrespect to my own values.These labyrinth ill-facts do strike a chord deep within me, making me more alert and conscious on the basis of their fabricated existence.

Oh my Friend!

I always admire the relationship of utmost love and coherent care flooding out of the cropping friendship among individuals.It’s tagged as the heavenly relation or a very momentous gift which was gifted to us in appraisal by God’s grace,and I adamantly go for it.It can be a cool one where ruthless sharing and rendering of almost everything in a college hostel or it may also be a professional one too,carrying expensive gifts for each other and finding out ways to surprise your dear friends by your breathtaking creativity. Amidst these spine tinging moments we come across some basic tendencies of human nature which I hesitatingly announce as a “taking for granted attitude”.

It is not that way that I am not susceptible to such vacillating humor but in this everyday world,where every new person turns out to be a friend,I find all of us standing on an equivalent platform. Here we are graciously exploited in the sacred name of “true friendship”,which was generally initiated by someone else and whole heartedly practiced by our beautiful hearts.Pain is also completely ours,because now we are prone to not disclose any hard feelings to our over expectant buddy.This attitude goes on and on and we being mere sufferers now enjoy our friendship being very perceptible to all do’s and dont’s of our roommate or bestie or a freak who is used to make advantage out of our situation. Being in 21st century,and carrying a very optimistic approach too leads us to sprout up some grudges and hard feelings for them,by getting accustomed to the cleaning of chaos sponsored by them or helplessly expecting a little out of them which almost turns out to be vague.

In melancholy of this sweet bit relationship,we inhibit a cheerlessness in this hollow friendship and the animosity begins to exalt out of our anger by slang’s like ,”Are Yaar!” and some similar phrases take a front seat in a common practice. The brain and heart incurs a heavy loss which comes out through the tears dripping out of our prominent sense organs and all we do is blame ourselves for being over-generous to an undeserving one.I feel nostalgic at almost every instant and believe it to be true as true friendship is hard to earn,with a pure sense of selflessness and meaning the world to your friend. When we are the loneliest in this revolving world,the feeling of security gifted to us by the one can make our day more worthy and can manifolds shower the charm of true friendship.