The Dream in my waking state !!

Jai Gurudev !

On the way back home , happened to see the final journey of a good soul . Flowers being thrown all along the way. Common musical note from the the Drums accompanying …It’s a disturbing sight , however strong we may be.

Something pinches inside..

And the mind stays in the same mood for some time and then forgets it totally and starts to engross in the normal routine activities again.

Though this is the usual behavioral pattern , this time , a peculiar rather an unusual thought hit my mind.

Everyone who’s born in the world have to undergo the same process , No escape for anybody …be a militant or a Mahatma , be a politician or a normal man , be a good person or a bad person .

Envisioning  oneself in death bed , almost unconscious  creates some sort of fear . And that prevents us from proceeding further to imagine our  final journey to the graveyard.

If we just imagine ourselves lying dead  and run the thought horse ,  a little bit ahead of the happenings around  our dead body …

"Oh ! I am dead !!

I am laid down in the cot in the center of the hall .            

But then I can see what’s happening around .

I can make out who all have come to bid me good bye once for all !

I can hear what the people whisper among themselves.

I can make out who are all crying out from the heart and who are all just crying for name sake.

I can hear them who scold me for what I have hurt them during my life tenure.

Oh ! It’s a pity !!

I could see my loving family members and friends , undergoing a heavy pain in their heart due to the loss of their loving family member and crying aloud.

How I feel , I should appear before them and console them by uttering a few words  !!

Alas !! My body has lurched me in the middle and I am a departed soul now !!

Earlier , I was a pot !!

Now that , the earthenware is broken off and my soul doesn’t have any identification at all .

Now I am one with the space outside !!

Let me listen to the happenings around my dead body , for this is the chance to really gauge my life span …

Slowly I could calculate and estimate myself , my period of stay in the world  !!

How much I have been useful to the people around me ?

How good have I been to them ?

How much happiness , have I brought to them ?

And how bad I was to some people , which is causing them to scold me ?

Without my knowledge , how much misery also I have brought to them ?

Have I lived my life worth living ?

Have I made justice to my lifetime , God has given the opportunity to live in this wonderful world ?

Have I had any advances in my spiritual life , the path towards the Ultimate source ?

I could sense my heart becoming  heavy .I couldn’t control my tears …

“Why are you sitting all alone and  crying ? “

Suddenly the voice came from somewhere . Is it from heaven or what  ?

Again I heard the voice in more louder intensity , “Why are you sitting all alone and  crying , mummy ? “

Oh !!  It’s my son’s voice !!

I’m not yet dead . I’m still alive …

“Nothing dear !!” softly I whispered …

                                     Yes, I can talk too  !!

I have some more time to live , no doubt !!

I’m given one more chance and  can cope  up for the mistakes which I have been doing !!

I’m woken up from inside  !!

Love & smiles...