Redesigning the blog and the few other important things

I guess for the first time in my life i feel proud to have made something which can be called as a piece of art - the new layout of my blog. More pleasing to the eyes and going more well with my lone, warrior, ocean deep theme of the samurai.

What days i am going through...my roomie is away to attend his marriage (which is tomorrow) and it feels i have lost all my will to cook food. We used to cook it and eat it together. It seems meals with rice always require company, just like how boozing is usually not practiced solo.

The dreams these days are really graphic, clear, and i have put a habit of recording as much as i remember. The trick is to be a lil sleepy all that while you are readying the pen and paper, so that you dont lose link. Very weird things i see; on some bridge in pune with my project mate watching some film shooting; my cousin, my mother, some people from office, cute gals, porn freaks, bottles of alchohol, burnt corpses, danda gangs(people who want to make the society better by thrashing people with danda's) etc.

Was very disturbed after reading a post on Paulo Coelho's blog on Child abuse. Read a number of stories from the followers, watched a couple of videos and realised that heaven and hell both are here on the terra firma. The absence of God from our lives, materialism, enjoyment etc. makes monsters out of us. In India, we are saved by the punya of millions of our ancestors and saints who are still meditating for our good. But for other unfortunate souls, its veritable pit of fire.

Thoughts float in this mind of mine

From a long long time

My sis has always said, dear bro

Write down the things u say so well

And i, the lazy bloke always procrastinating

Though here is this blog where a rare entry comes

From the confusing mirage, this life of mine

Which is a story as intersting as anyone elses

Wanting to be recorded,

And my thoughts wanting to enlighten me

And help me be better

And then make my World better than now

Ah my thoughts, i shall try my best

To give you justice

Whatever it takes, a few of you

Shall always find the right place.

Samapt! Jai Hind. Hari Om.

The one dream i remember....and its weirrd

Had thoughts of maintaining a dream journal to analyse the ones i get...getting a lot these days..and usually they do give me a deja vu situation in the future...documented this one...and sharing it now

As usual, it will be nonsensical at times, like all the dreams i have. Eventually i felt that all the locations seen in the dream are actually correspond to a real location in Bengal. Seems i have seen it earlier in a dream (http://bawali.in/Default.aspx )

I am walking in the society ground in the morning, I have to go to the office. There is this drunk man being helped by his wife and kid. I take the load of the man so that I can help them take him home. Walking, we come to a small temple where we pray and the lady hands over to me her baby (the husband becomes the baby) and then myself with the baby, and the husband(??) are walking towards some place. We are joined by their elder son (or relative but hes a small chubby boy) and we keep walking). I had set off thinkin that I have to make this man reach his home which would be done in time, but now we are set off to some distant location, yet I feel we will make it in time. We walk through a very big bridge that is in good condition but desolate, the time is morning (as per the start) but it looks like evening. Then we come across a sudden elevation in the ground, like a hill made of earth. The man and the boy climb. I realize I have come to some place really far off, so I say I have to get going and I hand over the baby to the man. It begins to rain heavily and I feel bad for the man, donno if they died, but I move and come to a town, where a boy helps me to his really nice place. Never seen the boy but he was kinda handsome. He’s on the fone. I see there is catering services equipment in his place. I see the well furnished living room, which suits a town situation. Suddenly I take his leave and keep walking. Ask someone for way to the ‘place where I came from’ and I am informed there is something called Vijay Bawali (kind of a long narrow path that made perfect sense then) I walk and I see its desolate, but well made in British style. There I encounter something very scary….End of dream.