My thoughts were interrupted when a group of young people came asking my name to the neighbors. My uncle stood up and went to them, they told they were my friends from IIT. More friends came, seniors came, some teachers came, everyone came, I don’t know who told everyone, but must be my friends only. Some joined others and shed some tears, some sobbed, some remained silent, some looked very impatient and frustrated, may be by the will of God or may be for me or possibly because of the faint atmosphere. I saw all of them, sad and silent, and remembered all those moments when they were equally blissful, equally joyful, and equally happy. I remembered how we use to fight over small things, how we contend for same toy, how we use to race with our small small bicycles, how we shared lunch together, how we played in the recess, how we sat on same bench, our first birthday party, or how we went on a school trip and enjoyed there, I remembered their joyful faces when I was selected, and their smiles when I slipped on banana, I saw my friends and seniors and their face reminded me of the joy when we two were ragged together by them, I remembered everything about how we enjoyed all these moments.
I saw some relatives were making a bed for me, the same type which is used in the funerals to carry the dead. They were doing it traditionally, binding bamboo together and laying some hay straw on it and the several other things to provide the corpse with leisure. After a few minutes it was ready, and my body was lying on it. My father, grandfather uncle and cousins gave their shoulders to lift me up. Ladies in the house tried to stop them by grabbing my legs and some ladies came from backside tried to stop those ladies, and my body was going. I saw my mother stretching her hands towards my body and I was going out of her reach. As I went far her tears turned turbulent, her voice became louder and her crying increased. I could so nothing to help her, except for watching her. I gave a look at those three elder people who were assisting my brother, those fellows were surely shared same hard luck, they must had never thought of this, I mean who thinks that he will carry his son’s dead body, or who wants to, bout its just another trick of nature, may be to fulfill the wrongs that you have done or just to enjoy.
As I saw my body going I felt that all those portraits of a good life, better future, a big business, a big car, marrying her, living in a big house everything shattered, every thing was washed away, everything was going with my body, and I could do nothing. I remembered how I “invested” time for my better future which never exists and which will never exist now. I felt bad that I chose a different way, way to work, way on which I didn’t enjoyed the present but kept on thinking about future, way on which only my dreams were walking with me and since they were slow, I thought I m fast. I made no mistake in weaving dreams, I made mistake in making them true. Now at this point of time, I learned a few more good things, which I would follow in my next life( I am dreaming again, cant stop myself) that dreams do need a lot of effort to be converted into a real big thing , but not on the cost of life and definitely not on the cost of hurting anyone, be it friends, family, love anyone, and not on the cost of joy and pleasure that u can get with your loved ones, your friend, your family when u are with them. And what more I get to know was that this was a trick which was like a hidden file in nature, and this trick helps you to won the game, this is your ace. And if u don’t use this ace, may be one day u will be sitting on the top floor of a big building, may be you will buy a luxury suite for living, may be u will ride a Rolls Royce and may be u will have everything, but u wont have the memories of the joy and fun that u can collect living in present only.
I again teleported myself to the place where I was about to be burned, but something went wrong in the middle, the smooth going teleporting system was shaking, I felt my body was shaking and I heard that my mother stopped crying, may be because she had accepted that I will never come back or may be because she was trying to wake me up. Her sweet voice touched my ear drums; get up dear, its 11 in the morning. And I woke up all of a sudden, I was just sitting, my eyes wide open, and I pinched myself, ouch it was reality, and that was a dream. Mom looking at me and wondering what happened to me. I was quite amazed that I was alive.
Is every thing fine??? Are you alright?? She asked.
“I m absolutely fine mom! U won’t believe what I just saw in dream” I said in a low smiling voice “I’ll tell all that to u later”
I had learned many things by this dream or now I should frame it as a “nightmare” that one should not forget, sometimes we get so busy in ourselves that we forget everyone who is or who someday was very close to us, and the only time after which we remember them is when they die. And this is the reason why some people look frustrated on such times, they are frustrated by themselves, their life that one day they will end up in same and this is not frustration possibly, this is fear. It looks like frustration because it came from anger which u cant show, and remember fear is the root of anger
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