“DREAMS
DO COME TRUE”
WHAT
ARE DREAMS?
SIGMUND
FREUD Wrote Volumes
of book to decipher dreams. He says that dreams are basically a chain reaction
of all the back log stuff in our subconscious mind.
But, if I go
back in time, if the mythology have to be believed Dreams were wireless
connection between us and Divine power and through which the messages of God
were revealed to his most loyal servants.
For
homoeopathic prescription, Dreams play the crucial role. Many obstinate chronic
cases are unlocked by the key of Dreams [that doesn’t mean that the
homoeopathic prescription is totally based on Dreams, but Dreams weighs quiet a
load in our case taking Performa]. Bulk of pages in our medicine repertoire
shows the hard work of the Homoeopathic Maestro’s in collecting different kind
of dreams.
Do such
negligible chain reactions of our mind have any important meaning in our life?
Do Dreams come true? If you have read ‘Alchemist’,
you would say, definitely.
Except the literary
virtual world, do dreams come true in real world?
DAYS OF CHILDHOOD
This fable
of Dream started sixty years ago, when our protagonist was just eight years old.
It was so happened one day, when she was returning from school she saw a half tore
poster in English on the wall. It was quite different from the regular poster
that she used to see. The lady in the picture and panorama behind her was
surreal.
At that very
instant, a thought at lightning speed strike her mind, she would definitely go to
that place. She read what was written on it with her broken English. She
couldn’t understand as it was a difficult vocabulary for eight years old, so she
enthrals the poster from the wall and neatly folded it and kept it in the
school bag’s pocket.
Since that day,
every day she used to take that poster out and tried to decipher what was
written on it. Time went on, now the girl was twelve year old. A new subject
was introduced to them in school. It was Geography. In the mid of the session
one day, abruptly she realized that, now she have skills to break the code on
that tittered piece of paper that was in her possession for three years.
MY DESTINY AWAITS ME! |
“Eureka!”
she shouted. She knew that she have to go to Buckingham Palace in London, England.
The service of the poster was not required any more.
Years passed,
it was her twentieth birthday. She still harboured that dream to go to England
and after so many years, she felt her dream almost coming true, when her
brother shifted her base to South Africa and finally to Canada. She traced his
route in the Atlas, and felt her heart skipping beat because it was in the vicinity
of her dream destination.
She was felt
her heart broken when her eldest brother called their youngest sibling to
Canada instead of her. Another initiating spark to her dream was when the
marriage proposals for her started to stir in the family. She shyly conveyed
her mother to find a NRI groom for her, who was especially settled in England.
Parents of
the girl were open minded, so they considered their daughter wish. But the luck
ditched her this time also. Parents waited for six years to find such a groom
but failed. Indian society doesn’t allow the girl age to surpass a certain
number.
Ultimately
giving up to the society and family pressure, girl was married to a boy with a
government job. She gave a deep sigh, accepted her destiny and entered the holy
matrimony with the boy though the sparks of going abroad occasionally clink in
her sub-conscious mind.
More years passed,
she was blessed with a daughter and three years later with a boy. During the
birth of both children she promised herself, maybe she hasn’t touched the
foreign soil, but her kids would definitely one day.
The wheel of
time moved further, her husband expired at a young age. Single handed she
brought up her kids. She fixed the marriage of her daughter to an NRI settled
in America. She was happy, may be the fleet that she dreamed for herself which she
couldn’t achieve, but her daughter will.
But again,
as God had his will, her daughter’s husband shifted his base to India and
finally after two years in America, her daughter returned to India soil. Now
her last hope was her son.
PHRENOLOGY OF DREAMS
· Big Eyes
· High placed eyebrow
Thin Nose
· Tip of Nose pointing down ward
· Well formed Alae (Nostril) of nose
· Muscle filling above the Alae Nasai
on side
“I HAVE A DREAM”
The sixty
years old lady wrote me an e-mail that started “I had a Dream, which I finally
achieved.”
Along with
the mail, she sends me a photograph of her, standing in front of Buckingham Palace,
London, England.
It so happened,
that her son who was in a Job in Mumbai, got a promotion and tranfered to
England. The Duration of his stay was suppose to be long, therefore it was decided
that he would go with his entire family including his wife, kid and mother.
There was
though last moment delay in the VISA for the lady, but this time she was not
letting it go easy. She held the fortress strongly and finally got it and
landed in England and same weekend went to Buckingham Palace for a tour.
Though her
joint pains have increased and her Blood Cholesterol levels are peaking to new
heights because of the cold weather there, but she is still, at moment is the
happiest soul of the universe.
MORAL
“DREAM IT, DREAM
IT, DREAM IT,
FINALLY ONE DAY,
YOU WILL GET IT.”