Reality Via Dreams

Do dreams really reveal anything? I am not superstitious but then again I have been thinking off lately that dreams should have some connection with real life. I don’t believe in astrology but having heard of some experts in the relative field I have come to learn that the position of starts at the birth of a human being has a huge impact and thus a logarithm can be derived which unveils the character of the person. I have never been to a fortune teller and I’ll never visit one because I still like my disbelief to continue as it is. But dreams! There must be something which is why I think my dream has been reflecting my character.

I often dream of walking or racing up a steep hill. All my veins get tired almost making my legs collapse, unable to help me wrestle even a single step forward. At the same time my mind keeps thinking that I should carry on towards the top despite being too weak and almost disabled due to lack of energy and I try to step forward with all that I have left in me. I then suddenly come out of the dream which leaves me in the middle. I have never given up and neither have I completed the run. Now, I’ve been finding my life very similar to my dreams. I have the will and enthusiasm to do anything I pursue but something comes as a barricade before I accomplish any of my goals. I try to do my best for whatever I do but without reaching to the desired result.

I don’t believe in such dreams but I fear. I fear if my life’s going to be like my dreams. I relate such dreams to scientific facts. Like, before going to bed if I have too much or too little dinner, my body would not function properly and thus difficult and bad dreams could emerge. This is how I console myself but the fear still exists for my heart too functions like any other human body’s heart.

Some couple of years back I used to dream of crossing a big river. In my dream, I used to have that fear of crossing the river but I have never crossed the river nor have I drowned in it like the way I fear about. In those days I used to compare my life and dream with a character in a movie, the name which I don’t remember of perhaps I don’t know. The lead character happens to be a singer who dreams of plane crash quite frequently. Ultimately the singer dies in a plane crash. The movie therefore obviously created a kind of fear in me.

I have that kind of fear due to my dreams but then again I have the instinct to defy everything. No matter what I will keep confronting them throughout my entire life. If my dreams would come true of if my life would be like that of the singer in a movie; then be it. With all my might I’ll carry myself forward.

Delias Florist

Some people are amazingly attracted to gardening and flowering. I personally have very little interest on gardening which I admit I should change it immediately giving my level best. I think I can develop interest on flowers because it is just about changing the way of thinking. I have seen a lot of people spending their free times in their gardens and the flowers in the garden really look astonishingly beautiful. In addition to adding beauty, those flowers spread natural and fresh fragrance throughout the area.

To a flower enthusiast delias florist didsbury is the name which can be trusted when it comes to buying flowers because one of my friends who lives near Manchester had bought some flowers from them. I don’t remember quite clearly but he must have had bought those flowers on a wedding occasion of one of our friends. The way the flowers were packed and carried was simply striking and thus whoever did not have any interest on flowers were easily drawn towards the beauty of flowers.

Now that I am totally in love with flowers these days, I am thinking of visiting delias florist didsbury whenever time allows me to. My weekly schedule is too hectic and sparing an hour or so would be pretty tight but I’ll surely manage time for myself and for delias florist didsbury.

Songs About Eyes

Music is a form of art which people have been practicing since they first learned to hum. Since then music has evolved and has gone through a lot of phases. There are song related to everything for instance, there are songs about eyes and there are songs about country roads to hills and there are hymns and prayers too. Apart from these, there are also some satanic songs which have their own group of listeners.

I personally have heard a lot of songs about eyes which include the remake version of ‘The Who’ called behind blue eyes. This is one of the greatest songs on earth. The other one by ‘The Eagles’ called ‘lying eyes’ is also a great soft song which is quite old but still loved by many even today.  Another important song about eyes is the one called ‘eye of the tiger’ sung by the band ‘survivor’ which is a very important and one of the best inspirational songs of all time.

Many good song writers have always provided justice to songs when they write and compose songs about eyes. Not just because eyes are one of the most important organs of the body but they are beautiful at the same time. The beauty of a human face hugely depends on the appearance of eyes and it’s true. Coincidentally songs about eyes happen to be the most soothing songs compared to others different kinds of songs that are recorded. Let me take a break and listen  to a ‘behind blue eye’ song which is one of my favorites.

Nepal Police Club Vs. Mohan Bagan

Dashrath Rangashala, Mohan Bagan VS Nepal Police Club

Nepal Police is the reigning league champion of Nepal which got the title on a goal difference against Manang Marshyangdi. Recently NPC also won the British Gurkha Cup which is the most expensive tournament in Nepal. The winner of Gurkha Cup then got an opportunity to play against Indian I-league team Mohan Bagan. Mohan Bagan has a very long history since its establishment and has few games against European clubs under their belt. They are also the first Indian club to defeat a European club. Though they haven’t been in their top form in regards to the I-League standing, talented players like Sunil Chettri is a huge influence on the whole team. He is one of the most successful strikers in Indian football team and also has a lot of experience of playing with American soccer clubs too.

The Final Score

Despite the fact that NPC won the league, national league and the British Gurkha Cup, the team is marred by injuries. One of the most celebrated strikers of NPC and the national team, Jumanu Rai had been injured. The friendly against Mohan Bagan was all about prestige so the NPC had borrowed some players from other clubs to fill in the vacant striking position which later proved to be a very good transaction. NPC backed by huge supporters won the match with two goals to nil in which both the goals were scored by borrowed players.

The first half saw no goals but NPC had a golden opportunity to take the lead in the starting moments. Santosh Saukhala’s attempt was too feeble and was easily picked by the Mohan Bagan custodian. There were two very dangerous attempts from Mohan Bagan, both the shots would rebound off the bar. Apart from these, Sunil Chettri missed a juicy sitter. Mohan Bagan played very well but were unable to score any goals. The match had initially headed towards a goal less draw until a beautiful Santosh Saukhala’s goal in the eightieth minute. Minutes later Bharat Khawas scored brilliantly with his individual effort. He dribbled the ball almost from the centre, driving through several defenders and ending with a powerful and well placed shot from a tight angle. Thus NPC defeated Mohan Bagan by two goals to nil. No red cards were produced in the entire ninety minutes of play and only one yellow card was shown which means the match was a fair one. Having displayed some beautiful moves, Mohan Bagan lost the match and it was a rejoice for the local supporters who were present in thousands in the stadium.

Amir Sir

The most cheerful, helpful and the funniest character that I’ve ever come across in my life is Late Amir Sir. Since my early school days at the tender age of seven or eight I had this beautiful opportunity to get up close with him, the relation which would last for twenty three long years. He had been an ideal person in my life who taught me to live life without taming any kind of expectations and without complaining about this and that. Life is a roller coaster but with his companionship I think I never went down, it was literally only the ups.

In our early school days Amir sir used to be the most dreaded teachers of all. He was then considered to be the most ruthless teacher however as time passed by and after leaving Fairy Land School, it was then when I would go back through the vista of years gone by and realize that, If it wouldn’t have been for his strictness I would have easily gone to become a spoilt brat. Luckily he was there to pave me a way to a disciplined life ahead and I cannot thank him more, may some medium deliver my token of appreciation to him up there where he’s resting in peace leaving all the chaos and troubles at bay.

As a kid I still remember going for grocery to the market and each time we went he would take me to Tshering Didi’s restaurant to have momo. Back then nothing would be more ecstatic other than to eat momo. This trend continued even when I went to Darjeeling with him. He really knew well to keep children happy and disciplined at the same time. While at school on weekends or after school hours, we were always there with our ears widened to hear Amir Sir call our name and telling us to get dressed to go for the market. Taking all of us would not be possible hence he would call a single name and whoever was called, it was like winning a battle. Going out with him would insure our favourite dish, taxi ride and a lot of fun talking.

But in class, if we were unable to finish the lessons, it would be a day equalling death. We would be spanked with that famous black stick and on top of that, the nervousness created by fear would add more trouble and spoil everything. Getting spanked was then inevitable and no one would be spared and this particular memory is making me grin right now. Alas! He is no more, may his soul rest in peace.

I remember one more important experience with Amir sir. I was in the 10th grade and our S.L.C. was at the door. Amir sir had promised to buy me a tape recorder cassette of my choice if I passed the test. I passed and he took me to newroad as he had promised. I chose Michael learns to rock greatest hits album which at that time cost one hundred and twenty five. It was bought at Tik N’ Tok Newroad which I feel like it was only yesterday.

One Saturday morning I received a call and it was Amrit Dai. He said that Amir sir is no more, I did not believe him at first because he was in the best of his health and I had known that he had been following yoga off lately. I thought Amrit dai misinformed or he too might not have heard the news properly. I felt the surrounding blacken and a chill ran down my spine, could not lift myself up off the bed but somehow managed to get up and leave.

As I stepped out in the early fresh morning, I saw the smiling, bright face of Amir sir in the clear blue sky like they show in movies, The feeling was surreal and thinking of his demise was way out of my belief. Finally I had to accept the untimely death of a good person, the absence which will never be compensated by anyone. I started recalling the last time that I had met him. Only a couple of weeks back I had met him on the street where he was again walking with a small boy who obviously had to be a student like us in the days long gone. After that particular meeting, I had once visited the hostel but sadly he had been out. The following weekend I came to hear about this bad news. I totally regretted for not being able to see him on a recent occasion. I missed him and will always do so.

Back in Darjeeling a lot of people had gathered at his house. The ambulance carrying the dead body arrived late in the evening. After taking the dead body out of the coffin it was placed in a room with candles and incense sticks lit for the whole night. I did not have the guts to look at the body sleeping in peace which would never wake up again. The following morning I had to leave for Kathmandu due to some circumstances and could not avail myself for the final rituals. What good might it be to attend the funeral when he was no more; I thought and consoled myself while returning.

Lastly I have no complain to the almighty for snatching Amir sir away from me because I had my share of life with him though it was too little. Some beautiful moments have been spent with him, which I would reminisce every single moment of my life now onwards. For, he is one of the most important and influential person in my life, missing him is evident. I’ll pray to the Gods to give enough strength to his family to cope up with this terrible disaster and wish his soul a peaceful rest.