Its high time i start monetizing my dreams.I dream a 'dream',put it on my blog,and monetize my blog :).Well,and why will people get interested in them/?Cause they are as weird as the poltu of kgp itself.And if Guys here can donate hours for poltu 's sake,same they can do for the aforementioned purpose(@Ars gratia artis).
And i am particularly averse to churning up stories (@ars vitae,longa brevis)before coming to the crux of wht i'm going to speak.U know beating about the bush,was never my up my sleeve.
So i have had just 3 dreams about this 2nd year batch, this being the latest:
I saw tht after their op was over,all of them had relapsed into the peace mode.
Poor chaps,they never knew what fate had in store for them.Then a day comes when these guys have to do the ent production.Some chaos happens,and the 4th years tell them tht they will need a human sacrifice from their batch(this is a custom tht is followed every year).People including me,are completely aghast!I'm stupefied by the absolute horror,and i try to make sure tht at least some of the ent guys are saved.So i try to ring this ent secy to get into hiding.But my ulterior motives are seen thru by the ssm,and i get rebuked in return.Finally 2-3 guys sacrifice their life for the "glory of the hall" and their name is gilded and made available to the future batches,ent production continues and bishnoi and all are severly chastised for performing sadak chaap songs.
Yes, the dream was wierd.But it contained within itself ,a little piece of wisdom,that dawned on me after i pondered some more.
What are Gods?I am necessarily refering to the colloquial version.Society in its own chaotic development did produce gods with genius inherent in them,but ever did it rise to colossal heights?For when it hath given the genius,it bore powerfeasting devils who cut the former short by way of euphemisms. The ungrateful Brutus who merely 'sacrificed' Caesar :"
Let's kill him boldly, but not wrathfully; Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods,Not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds;....We shall be call'd purgers, not murderers.";Socrates who had to gracefully abide by the 'hemlock' act ;then Jesus himself crucified in a one of the most brutal travails we've known later eulogized as "
Ieus Nazarenus
Rex Iudaeorum";then the blessed Saint Dayananda who forgave the perpetrators,nay even gave all his money to the guy who mixed poison in his food due to poverty.These are but examples:our world is replete with such instances,nay they are happening all around us.We mortals,all love gods.And we invent gods merely for deifying them.And whenever a person has tried to fly,we've torn his wings and brought him down,and derived a great sadistic pleasure from the act.Have u heard of the Habshis of africa?Its customary in their societies to kill the bravest person of their lot and his blood is then drunk by the entire group.What undertone do we find in gandhi's sacrifice?
Well coming back to dreams,the other two were rather puerile in character.The first i had during this summer after end sems and it was revealed to me that i will become their most hated senior:i was shooting these guys down with an awp( Magnum Sniper) and they had all hired a Royal Bengal for putting up a fite,which continually appeared in my dreams and haunted me.The next dream was this sem .Same guys,Leone 12 gauge shotgun,no tiger :).And now as this sem ends my dreams consist of a more chaotic mixture,and often i do not remember them.
End of post.
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