A Final Practilce

This is a dream so pleas no logical reasoning:

 

It started when I was entering my college premises and the whole college was a new one..I was willing to learn many things from this college but stucked with the basic rules.

while I was walking to Biology Lab which was suppose to cross a Info-tech lab and then enter the Biology Lab, I observed that there is no rule to REMOVE your Shoes before Entering the Lab. It was something unnatural. When the gates of my Biology Lab opend I found further sub division and even was surprise that the class was actually an open play ground. and several labs in small huts. Students of all ages were entering the lab without any time-table or permission.

I enterd the sub divided Microbiology hut and found Mr Bharatlal standing in row along others to peek into a huge microscope one by one.The microscope was a huge horizontal tube and having many holes for inserting slides and viewing pipes just vertical to slide holes.

When i got chance to peek first slide I saw a Metaphase stage Cell whose borders were not visible. In second slide I saw the same meata phase chromosomes were turning into real human.

Small I mean very small audience were looking up and wondering who is watch us..

I said what the f*** this slide is and moved my head away from the Microscope pipe and I saw that I was the only one alone standing in the lab and all my friends and teacher diapered. This added to my fear and I woke up…

The assasinations..

This is a dream so just imagine…(no logical reasoning)

I went with my mom to my friend house in Rajasthan..a sandy place to spend a summer holiday and unfortunately i was asked to attend a funeral and thus now willingly but by force i have to attend it..

I found there that the house of my friend was so huge that its gate itself can accommodate a 50 guest in it..but the process by which the funeral ceremony has to go was a weird one

Food in a tray as big as myself was given to everyone..I bet I sweat was running through my face as  I dint even think of eating even a bit form that big tray..

the next weired thing was they were all natural with the deadbody being seperated form ther head and the head was serverd to all to  put teeka and mala..as by procedure..

at last when the plate served with Head of the Dead person came to me to do the tilak ceremony I was dam frightned and then suddntly the head on plate opened his eye

 

and then I open my eye and gone out of that freaky dream…

Entering to a New Website

This day was somewhat a gift to me. I welcomed the sun at morning 7.OO am and I found my computer ready for me..the dream i got last night was somewhat terrifying..you can refer todays dream post to what happned actually…so where I  was.. Oh ya the gift came as I was surfing to social networking sites like Facebook and Linked.in and then there I saw my friends profile named Ashish Mandrah and some of his post about how he started using Picks upload feature in Facebook..then I reallized that it was my dream to write a BLOG, I mean I communicate with very few number of humans around but I really want that when I die and people search my name in GOOGLE they can atleast know that I WAS…

And wooh-ho..i found that a person can post his view and ideas in wordpress and more than that it offerd me My Own Free Website..this was the greats gift..Ya “THE SECRET” works and I got what I wanted..

Life Is Awesome and I LOVE Living It..

 

Difference – Hindi Poetry from school days

Kya Ghar? Kay Makan..?

Chahe Mitti ka ho Chahe Iit ka

Chahe Patthar ka ho Chahe Sone ka

Mai makan hu.! Mai Makan hu..!

Magar  prashna to ye hai

Kya Ghar? Kya Makaan?

Jab ban gaya tha mai puri tarah

Tab aai thi rohini mere andar

Tab jaagi thi umang ghaar banne ki magar

Mai Makan hu.! Mai Makan hu..!

Magar prashna to ye hai

Kya Ghar? Kya Makaan?

Kisi din jab tum aie

tab ehesas hua kuch banne ka

tumhi ne banaya hai muze ek ghaar

Mai Makaan tha.! Mai Makaan tha..!

Mil gaya muze mere prashna ka uttar

Kya Ghar Kya Makaan?

 

Writing Date: 23.3.2003

 

College – an Hindi Poetry form school days

Jane Anjane Chehre hai yaha

magar wo nahi jo meri talash hai

Dhundta hu mai raat din, subho shaam,

magar wo chehra na mila jo meri talash hai

Jane kaisa hoga wo chehra

din raat meri ankho mai jo

magar ab tak wo na mila jo meri talash hai

Na jane kab mulaqat hogi

jiske hoto pe ho muskaan

labon pe ho bas mera naam

bas dhundta hu use Jisko Meri Talash hai

Jane Anjane Chehre hai yaha

magar wo nahi jo meri talash hai..!!

 

Writing Date: 19th March 2003