LIFE and ......BEYOND

There are some places which for no rhyme or reason appeal to you,
They are ordinary places, usually would be neglected in general circumstances, and dissolve into oblivion, if it wasn’t for you...they carry no importance …but to you they carry some undefined importance ,,something that bothers you and something that makes you stop and think back….some call it the DEJAVU .some a fragment of imagination ..I call it the “SUBCONSCIOUS TREASURE”..
Some thoughts, which we at times attribute to a dream or just a visual memory...is actually a remain ant of the soul …the way it is expressing itself and showing you “signs “…
For me this has happened since time when I don’t remember, It was a dry arid piece of backyard of a person who we visited once I was a kid...the piece of the piece looked intriguing to me...like I’ve been here before …some strange attachment to this explained my attachment and energy I get when I visit the arid villages of rajasthan, in the middle of nowhere but seems like my world is here …this is the place I belong to..Again for no rhyme or reason ….
Well this was thought in retrospect after dec 31 2007, when on the NY subway, I felt a bolt somewhere in the upper region of my head…
Accessing that region of my mind I recalled the happily disturbing scene of the a kid in a low end street of India , in a busy neighborhood , on the top floor of a building ,in a room that was barely imaginable to a American mind , the boy sticks his head out from this little window , and to his amazement he sees a world totally different , totally strange and unbecoming to that place , nothing like what he has been before , with lot of lights , people , and fun and frolic distributed everywhere around ,and the same strange sense of belongingness ,not wanting to be there ,but some strange attachment …..
Fast Forward to the today 31st December 2007, 03…02…01….00... Happy New Year ….08 ,was the word the world heard …crackers were lit , couples kissed each other , confetti filled the sky , a sense of joy fun and hope filled the hearts of the two hundred thousand people standing packed in those two streets of Times Square , among them was another person , with a mouth hanging open in amazement , lost in the puzzle of dream and reality , it was not the magnificence of the place , or the proportion of the event , or even the sense of the new year , it was a spectacle which he had not imagined in the wildest of his dreams , it was like magic , where a hand from somewhere came and filled colors in that picture perfect scene that child had scene in that small room…with utmost precision and accuracy of details , the scene in his mind scene at a whole different level of consciousness ,came alive and throbbing with energy which like a fountain was drowning him the verge of fun and fury …fun of amazement and fury of inability to make sense of it….
Many months have passed, now every time I see written somewhere ‘LIFE AND BEYOND….” I know what they are talking about ….