(IT and Technical) Important links for later reference

Martin Fowler on IoC and DI
http://martinfowler.com/articles/injection.html

Spring online tutorial
http://www.tutorialspoint.com/spring/

My Good Samaritan Mom

My Good Samaritan Mom

... Friends, this is a real incident, which involves my Mother and her two colleagues. My mom is a secondary school teacher of a school from Bhandup, a central Mumbai suburb. This incident is about saving a person's life. Only a few months back, after the school watchmen cum peon had retired, a new watchmen had joined the school to take over his position. This new joinee, basically a Muslim North Indian, is a poor Bread and tea vendor in the morning and watchmen by the night. The school has a small accomodation for the night watchmen and peon within the school premises. He moved in, along with his family - a wife and four kids. All kids are young and small, playing around the small shoddy home, that school provided them. Only once, my mother had a glimpse of their mother. But since past few days my mom did not see her around the house. Only the kids would play around here and there.

My curious Mom, went to the house and summoned one of the eldest of the kid to ask where there mom is? The kid said, she is sick since past few days, she has some problem in her stomach which seems serious. The kid certainly doesn't know that her mom was pregnant. My mom asked, "Can you call out your mom, please?" The kid went inside, and her mom came out.

NOTE: - The converstation took place on Friday and has been translated from hindi to english for people who know only english!

My mom studied the lady and asked "You look unwell ...any problem ? ... also ur pregnant!"

Lady: - "...yes...this is our sixth child!"

Mom: - "sixth??? ....But i see only four here!"

Lady: - "yes...the eldest one is back at our native place in Bihar, she works there!"

Mom: - "..but what is the need, with the present economic condition how are you going to support such a huge family?"

Lady: - "...now what can i say, Madam ?...we wanted another son!!!"

Mom: - "But physically and economically you don't look sound, ...and who is looking after you now...did u go to doctor?"

Lady: - "..yes, Madam!"

Mom: - "...so ??? ...what did the doctor say?...any medication ?"

Lady: - "...On monday we went for check up to municipality hospital, the doctor checked with the machine and declared that the baby is DEAD!!!"

Mom: - (in her mind!) "What?!?! ...", totally shocked, feat trembling and heart beating fast. How..how on earth a person be so cool, about her own child being dead, and that too carrying in her womb.

Mom: - (shocked) "When did you check up?"

Lady: - "Monday!"

Mom: - "What???....that is bad today is friday....how can you carry a dead baby for so many days?"

There was silence, Mom asked "where is your husband?"

Lady: - "...he will be coming now in few minutes...he comes to home by this time!"

My mom waited at the door of that small house. And after few minutes her husband came, my mom asked him to get ready as they need to take her to hospital immediately.

Meanwhile, my mom asked him why they did not take any action after they learnt that the baby was dead?

Peon: - "...after monday, ...an expert in deliveries from our native place visited us, he just moved his hands over the stomach and said, the baby could still be alive, your wife should start eating, which she is not doing."

Mom: - "...and you believed him?"

Peon: - "he is an expert in all this...and as he said, my wife also said now she feels better as she has started eating more now!"

Mom: - "...for you information she is still not well, and she is not eating, she says so only so that you feel better, you seriously think the SONOGRAPHY reports and the learned doctors can be wrong and your village expert will be correct?"

...to this the Peon had no answer, he looked at his wife's pale face and looked down.

Mom: - "Now, take all the papers and recent check up reports you have, lets go to Navy hospital which is close by!"

The simple man, went inside, the lady got dressed up in burkha, meanwhile, my mom informed about this to her two Colleagues, Mrs. Kalapana Pataskar and Mrs. Bina Pandit. Both were terrified when they learnt this. They readily offered help. All of them moved to the closest Navy Hospital as the school was present in the Navy premises. The lady doctor was terrified too, as carrying a dead baby in womb, could be poisonous to the mother leading to her death also. This is serious as the dead body decays and the umbilical cord connecting the mother and the baby could infuse poison into the mother. Without any further delay, she asked her to move to a hospital and get the dead baby removed. She asked them to go to Mulund Hospital ...Mulund a suburb...which is close to Bhandup.

And all moved to Mulund Hospital. The Gynaecologist checked and was shocked too. He and the head nurse started scolding the couple for being so ignorant. My mom intervened and ask now what is to be done? The staff at the mulund hospital suggested them to go to Sion hospital immediately, but asked if the couple was given any recommendations by the Bhandup Muncipalty hospital. To this, the peon produced a small chit given to him by the Municipality Doctor, suggesting them to go to, Rajawadi hospital. The gynaec then asked them to rush her to Rajwadi hospital at Ghatkopar without any further delay.

All rushed, to Rajwadi hospital, and got her admitted. Mom asked the doctor if any money is required now. The doctor said, yes money will be needed for the medicines to be brought from outside as of now. The peon did not have any money in hand, my mom and her colleagues chipped in money and gave it to him. The following morning, the lady got operated and the dead baby was removed. It was also learnt that the lady insisted for the doctor to know whether the dead baby was a girl or boy. When the doctor said, the dead baby was a girl, the lady was relieved or happy that she did not lose a son!!!

...after couple of weeks later, when Mom's other friends at school came to know about this, they all felcitated, my Mom, Mrs. Pataskar and Mrs. Pandit, giving each one of them a chocolate bar.

Now, after reading this true story, what do you understand or infer?

Omkar The Poet

Hi guys, ... last night that is on 07 July 1 AM, the poet within me was unleashed.
This poet battered my Facebook wall, with numerous hindi and marathi small poems.
I created this post to save them all. Please, let me know if you liked it. Also, the poet within me, invoked and called upon poets within my friends. However, this post will cover only my poems and some good poems of my friends too!

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Omkar - Hindi 1
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Kisi ka rona....kisi ka hasna hota hai.....

Kisi ka rona....kisi ka hasna hota hai.....

yahi Zindagi hai yaaron....isse isi tarah jeena hota hai !!!

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Omkar - Hindi 2
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Pyaar to ek chota sa lafz hai .....
Pyaar to ek chota sa lafz hai.....
maano ya na maano...
zindagi ka sabse bada karz hai !!!
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Omkar - Hindi 3
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marne se pehle....
ek baar pyaar kar lo....

marne se pehle ....
ek baar pyaar kar lo....

zindagi na milegi dobara keh kar....
baar baar kar lo !!!
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Omkar - Hindi 4
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Ooo mere .....dil ke chein.....
Ooo mere.....dil ke chein.....
....
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To stop the train....pull the chain !!!
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Omkar - Hindi 5
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...jab khaata hoon pizza....yaad aati hai tu!!!
......jab khaata hoon pizza....yaad aati hai tu!!!
.....jab bharta hoon bill....tab bhi yaad aati hai tu!!! :P
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Omkar - Hindi 6
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yaad aaten ho tum hume is qadar.....
yaad aaten ho tum hume is qadar.....
kya karen? ....hum jo khoye hai tum mai is qadar !!!
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Omkar - Hindi 7
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..ye duniya tumhari hai....tumhi sambhalo isse .....
....ye duniya tumhari hai....tumhi sambhalo isse.....
....meri hoti ...to mai sambhalta isse !!! ... :P
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Omkar - Hindi 8
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ek pyaar ka lamha tha ....
jo kabhi yaad nahi aata tha.....

ek pyaar ka lamha tha....
jo kabhi yaad nahi aata tha....

yaad kaise aayega....
pyaar kabhi kar nahi pata tha !!!
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Omkar - Marathi 1
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prem tar aandhlya saathi asta.....
prem tar aandhlya saathi asta.....
te tuzya aani maazya sarkhyaan saathi nasta !!!!
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Omkar - Marathi 2
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paausaanche themb jevha padtat....tap tap....
paausaanche themb jevha padtat....tap tap....
athvan yete tuzya hrudayachi........dhak dhak !!! :P
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Omkar - Marathi 3
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...maaze man bola le maazyashi...
koni avadli ka mulgi ???

...maaze man bola le maazyashi...
koni avadli ka mulgi???

tar me bola lo manashi....
aree...YZ he kay vel ahe vicharaychi ???!!!
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Omkar - Marathi 4
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Facebook var shodhat hoto....
koni mulgi ahe ka sundar????.....

Facebook var shodhat hoto....
koni mulgi ahe ka sundar????

sapadli .....tevha vadil oradle....
aree Gadhadya kaam kar agodar !!!
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Omkar - Marathi 5
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‎...premaacha bhikaari....
asa lokaani mala bolaaychi bheeti....

...premaacha bhikaari....
asa lokaani mala bolaaychi bheeti....

aaj aathavis varsha geli....
aani ajun premaacha upaashi !!! :(
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Mocking Bird Eminem Song

I am a big fan of Eminem, this guys...he raps...but how is he able to put such emotions in such a difficult way of singing?

The music video is also too good !

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S9bCLPwzSC0

Yeah
I know sometimes things may not always make sense to you right now
But hey, what daddy always tell you?
Straighten up little soldier
Stiffen up that upper lip
What you crying about?
You got me

Hailie I know you miss your mom and I know you miss your dad
Well I'm gone but I'm trying to give you the life that I never had
I can see you're sad, even when you smile, even when you laugh
I can see it in your eyes, deep inside you want to cry
Cause you're scared, I ain't there?
Daddy's with you in your prayers
No more crying, wipe them tears
Daddy's here, no more nightmares
We gon' pull together through it, we gon' do it
Laney uncles crazy, ain't he?
Yeah but he loves you girl and you better know it
We're all we got in this world
When it spins, when it swirls
When it whirls, when it twirls
Two little beautiful girls
Lookin' puzzled, in a daze
I know it's confusing you
Daddy's always on the move, mamma's always on the news
I try to keep you sheltered from it but somehow it seems
The harder that I try to do that, the more it backfires on me
All the things growing up his daddy that he had to see
Daddy don't want you to see but you see just as much as he did
We did not plan it to be this way, your mother and me
But things have gotten so bad between us
I don't see us ever being together ever again
Like we used to be when we was teenagers
But then of course everything always happens for a reason
I guess it was never meant to be
But it's just something we have no control over and that's what destiny is
But no more worries, rest your head and go to sleep
Maybe one day we'll wake up and this will all just be a dream

[Chorus]
Now hush little baby, don't you cry
Everything's gonna be alright
Stiffen that upper lip up little lady, I told ya
Daddy's here to hold ya through the night
I know mommy's not here right now and we don't know why
We feel how we feel inside
It may seem a little crazy, pretty baby
But I promise momma's gon' be alright

It's funny
I remember back one year when daddy had no money
Mommy wrapped the Christmas presents up
And stuck 'em under the tree and said some of 'em were from me
Cause daddy couldn't buy 'em
I'll never forget that Christmas I sat up the whole night crying
Cause daddy felt like a bum, see daddy had a job
But his job was to keep the food on the table for you and mom
And at the time every house that we lived in
Either kept getting broken into and robbed
Or shot up on the block and your mom was saving money for you in a jar
Tryna start a piggy bank for you so you could go to college
Almost had a thousand dollars till someone broke in and stole it
And I know it hurt so bad it broke your momma's heart
And it seemed like everything was just startin' to fall apart
Mom and dad was arguin' a lot so momma moved back
On the Chalmers in the flat one bedroom apartment
And dad moved back to the other side of 8 Mile on Novara
And that's when daddy went to California with his CD and met Dr. Dre
And flew you and momma out to see me
But daddy had to work, you and momma had to leave me
Then you started seeing daddy on the T.V. and momma didn't like it
And you and Laney were to young to understand it
Papa was a rollin' stone, momma developed a habit
And it all happened too fast for either one of us to grab it
I'm just sorry you were there and had to witness it first hand
Cause all I ever wanted to do was just make you proud
Now I'm sitting in this empty house, just reminiscing
Lookin' at your baby pictures, it just trips me out
To see how much you both have grown, it's almost like you're sisters now
Wow, guess you pretty much are and daddy's still here
Laney I'm talkin' to you too, daddy's still here
I like the sound of that, yeah
It's got a ring to it don't it?
Shh, momma's only gone for the moment

[Chorus]

And if you ask me too
Daddy's gonna buy you a mockingbird
I'mma give you the world
I'mma buy a diamond ring for you
I'mma sing for you
I'll do anything for you to see you smile
And if that mockingbird don't sing and that ring don't shine
I'mma break that birdies neck
I'll go back to the jeweler who sold it to ya
And make him eat every carat don't fuck with dad (haha) 

The Housefly and the Spider

This isn't any fancy title for some STORY.
Its just that...today i witnessed with my own eyes a battle between the prey and the hunter.

Prey: - HouseFly
Size: - Medium

Hunter: - Spider

Size: - Medium (less than house fly)

What happened: -
I was closing curtains close to the window, and suddenly i heard this strong sound
of Buzzzzing ...a typical sound u hear when flies are on the glass window.
I tried following the sound on the window pain to locate the fly.

To my surprise i saw something black, grey colored ...of more than usual size something flying around and banging against the glass window.

I went closer to that object to have a look at what that weird thing was.

... and lo!.... it was a housefly struggling to get freed from the clutches of the
scary appendages of the spider. The house fly was larger than the size of the spider.

The spider had caught it from behind. It won't just let go off the fly. I hesistated several times to separate the fly from the spider....but something held me back...and that was the thought of "GOING AGAINST THE NATURE" .

The fly was meant to be hunted and the spider was meant to have its prey...so who was i to interfere? ... i let my self from intervening in that battle. i was like the NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC camera man...watching all that, minus my camera.

...psst...i did try using my mobile camera .... but mobile cam could not get the grimm details of that battle.

The fly struggled for 1 full minute ..... its wings were waving @ a speed more than usual probably.... but spider was determined and it just did not let go off that fly.

The spider was in hanging state with its spidy thread, and had clasped the fly from behind so firm...it looked as if the fly was born with that spider @ its back. The spider wouldn't just budge.

In this entire one minute, the spider did not make n e movements. Its grip was firm like ...like...i don't have the word.

After another 30 secs,....the buzzzing sound stopped. The wings came to a halt. I thought, the fly was DEAD now. I waited for few more seconds. Both were still...as if nothing happened. Then Spider made its first move after this battle, it tried to get a firmer grip by extending one of its appendage towards the back of the fly.

I was quizzed...was the fly really dead??? .... i blowed air on them ...suddenly the fly moved with its appendages, but its wings were @ stand still. With the blow of the air, the fly moved with its appendages and dragged the spider with it.

I wasn't sure if the fly moved....so, i took a stick a touched the fly ...no movement...then i touched the spider, and the spider moved along ...this time dragging the fly.

The fly was DEAD for sure now. The spider's determination finally paid off. It must be devouring its weekend non-veg dinner.

Who Am I (Regionalism)

I donno if this is a correct question. But really ....think about it....who are we?
On paper i am Maharashtrian, as my surname says so ! ... but really how much does my regionality matter ?

Some of you might say much! Some of you might think....what impact could regionality possibly have ?

I will give some real examples. In December 2009, i came to Pune. And i was looking for a home for rent. I was house hunting with my friend Chandrashekhar Dhakite.

Mr.Deshpande's home: -
Mr. Deshpande wanted to rent his home near Vanaz corner. Initially, Deshpande looked @ me suspicously. It was as if he was trying to make out ...to which region of India i belong. He had a bad experience of North indians (a north indian in his locality had created a violent scene), staying in his colony, and was not ready to rent his home to North Indians. He was more supicous of me. But when i told him my name....he kind of looked relieved. Later there was a smile on his face and was talking as if we were close aquaintences.

In another incident, there was lady who had couple of rooms which she wanted to give on rent. She was showing us rooms and through out the session she was talking to my friend Chandu in marathi and was avoiding me. Only on few occasions she talked to me and that too in Hindi. Feeling curious i asked "kaku, mi marathi ahe....tumhi maazya shi Hindi maadhe ka bolta ahat?" (Aunty, i am Marathi, ...why are you talking to me in hindi ?) ...to this she replied ... "Ahoo,......mala watla tumhi UP-BIHAR che.....tumche te kesanchi style and daadi baghun vaatla!" (u look like u r from UP or BIHAR ....i thought so because of your hair and beard style!)

After these incidents i thought....SHIT!!! ...had i really been a North Indian, finding a home would have been a difficult thing here.

In another incident, i once went to barber's shop. Actually he was not going to work that day. But i requested him to have my hair cut - in HINDI of course! And soon we were having conversation about different hair styles. And in between he asked "Aap, UP ke ho kya?"(Are you from UP?) .... now i could not resist my curiosity. I asked him "Nahi mai ...proper Mumbai ka huun....kyon bhaiyaa?...aapko aasia kyon lagta hai?" (No i am from Mumbai ....why dude ? ....why do u think like that?)
He replied "Nahi bas...aaise hi muze laga aap shayad wahan ke ho!" and he smiled.

Since then i started thinking....wat is it that triggers people to make assumptions about someone's regionalism ? I quickly came up with a survey asking my friends what did they think about my region, when the first time they met me and were not even knowing my name!

Surprisingly, 50% said they thought i was North Indian. 50% thought i am a proper Mumbaite or Maharashtrian to be precise. I asked them the reasons for their assumptions. Here is what they had to say: -

All those who thought i was north Indian was because of my appearance: - i.e., me being fair in complexion, very small hair cut, and beard style. Maharashtrians generally do not try such fashionable beard styles. This is what they had to say.

All those who thought i was Maharashtrian was because of my Hindi accent. They say its very typical they say. Some of them also thought so because of me being round faced.

Surprisingly, one of my friend thought i was a MUSLIM ! - y? - coz of my beard style again !

But, is it really important for us to think about, a person's region? Does a person's region determines his background or his nature? Why are we so biased on basis of certain points that are actually not so important? or are they really important ?

Dreams!

Hmmm, ... dreams ... something which we all have experienced in our life. There are good dreams and then there are also bad dreams. But as of now, we have not been able to concretely analyze this thing called - "DREAM". Until last week, for me, dreams were like a normal routine thing for me. But last week something happened ... i had a dream ... a dream i want to share with you all! And i want an opinion of yours on this, what such dreams mean, why do we get such dreams etc.,

May be you and i can then define this thing - "DREAMS"

I am a big dreamer, i can even day dream, but all the dreams, have some element that is practically not possible ... like say for example a dream potraying me as the strongest guy on the earth which is not the case! he he he. But the dream i had last week, was real. Real in the sense, it did not have an element of fiction or things that are not possible. It was as if, i was present at that moment, at that place and everyone around me were real. As if i could touch people, feel the air, hold things etc., It was seemed very realistic. Most interesting thing is ..... its related to a dream i had 3 weeks before this one.

Therefore i will take u to that 1 st dream i had 4 weeks ago ....

20th April 2009 sometime just after dawn around 5 am or 6 am: -
The dream was like this : -
I was at Dadar station. Waiting for an Andheri train. I had an interview scheduled. It was terribly hot! I was sweating standing besides the railway canteen. Suddenly someone shouted from behind, "Omkar!!! ... aree Omkar!!!" I looked behind. It was my school friend. I remember his face, but, i don't remember his name. Lets name him Santosh.

Me: "Hey ....wssp? how r u dude ?"

Santosh: "I am fine man... how about you? where are you these days?"

Me: "I work as a Software engineer in a company @ Mahape, Navi Mumbai ... and right now i am going for an interview to Andheri. Where are you heading to?"

Santosh: "Me and my son are also heading to our relatives at Andheri!" he smiled and looked downwards. His son was hiding behind his legs. He was shy.

Santosh: "Akash....Uncle ko "Hello" bolo!"

Omkar: "Hello Akash! ... Yo Man ! ... u r tall! ... how old is he?"

Santosh: "He is 8 years old!"

Omkar: "he he! He is cute....he definetly must be looking like his mother! As you still look ugly as you use to at school times!"

Santosh: "Kamine Omkar....tu bilkul nahi badla....u still pull others legs!"

Omkar: "Sorry yaar! ... just kidding! U know i did not mean that! ..... Hey Man ! here comes our train! ... chal lets go...we will talk in the train"

The train arrived on the platform, as usual there it was a bit difficult to board the train. We boarded the train. The train in few seconds later, left the platform. Suddenly Santosh realized, Akash is not with him !

Santosh: "Shit!!!... Omkar ... Omkar....Akash ! ...Akash is not here ! Shit!! ... Someone please please stop the train....aree koi chain kheecho!....please pull the chain!!!"

My heart was beating hard .... My goodness he is just 8 years old. By the time, i could conclude my thoughts, the train touched platform of next station. Another train was waiting to go in opposite direction. Me and Santosh got on that train immediately from wrong side, and reached Dadar in few minutes.

As we reached Dadar and alighted from the train, we ran to the platform from where we boarded the train. There was huge crowd on the tracks... looking at the croud, my heart started beating faster. Some very bad thoughts were trying to pollute my mind, And i was trying hard to calm my friend and ignore those thoughts. But, the thoughts turned into reality. His son Akash, was in the tracks. He died on the spot. Santosh was crying out loud. Looking at the body parts of his cute 8 year old son ed at distances on the tracks. I cannot describe this anymore in the blog.

And with this same feeling, i got up from sleep! I was terrified. My heart was still beating at a faster rate. I looked around. Everything was normal. My parents were doing there morning work. Birds were chirping. It was 6.30 am and everything was pretty usual and quiet around. After sometime i forgot about the dream.

Now after a long long time, i forgot about the dream i had ... and only last Monday that is on
11th May 2009 i had a dream which was related to this dream. And i realized this relation at the end of the dream.

11th May 2009 same time around 5 or 6 am. I was still in the sleep and having this dream. Its as follows: -
I was @ Mumbra railway station waiting for the train to Dombivli. It was evening time. A train for Kalyan came and i boarded the train. Before the train could leave, very much to my surprise, Santosh came running and boarded the same compartment. (Please note....i had completely forgotten about my previous dream... it was as if i am meeting him after a long time after school for the first time)

Omkar: "Yo Man! Wssp!"

Santosh: "I am fine ....whats up with you? ... you still stay in Dombivli?"

Omkar: "yeah dude ! ... hey did u meet anyone recently ? from our school ? r u in touch with n e one from school ?"

Santosh: "Nahi yaaar! .... life changes after school, especialy when u get job, get married etc!"

Omkar: "U r right"

In the mean time, Dombivli station is approaching....i am hanging by the door of the compartment holding the vertical railing. Suddenly, i feel a strong push! I turn around only to find my friend Santosh, trying to push me out of the train! Shit!!! I was scared....my heart again started beating at a faster rate.

Omkar: "Hey dude! ...what the fuck you think u r doing!? ... i might die!"

Santosh: "Die ...die ...u son of a gun....die!"

He started pushing me hard....he even started beating me.....i was more shocked than surprised. The people in the compartment were awestruck! I was still holding to the railing with one hand and trying to avoid his blows with other. No one was helping me out. As the platform approached, slowly Santosh's energy levels went down. He burst into tears....and began crying!

"I should have never thought of boarding the train with you mother fucker....2 years ago my son got killed ....he died...he died because of YOU!!!.....YOU!!!", he said.


Shit! ..... then i recollected the incident that happened in my previous dream.


I was scared. I woke up from my sleep immediately. Everything was normal like always... My heart pounding hard. My ear pinnae were red and hot. I was sweating a bit.


Now for the analysis part.
I discussed this with my office collegae Gaurav Goel. According to him. Dreams are Human Imagination. Things that human mind just for time pass or playfull reasons wants to imagine. The imaginations can turn out to be bad or good. It upto you...infact your mind...what it wants to imagine. And dreams are always based on what happens in times.

When i had these two dreams, i was having a very hectic life. It was stressfull, with loads of work.
And interestingly, before the second dream, i was discussing of boarding a train to my office.

What do you think ?
What is the meaning of such dreams ? ... such incidents have never happened before in my real life !
First of all, is it worth trying to figure out if dreams have got any meaning?
Are related dreams special ?
Did you have one in your life before ?
Is someone trying to communicate to you through such dreams? ... or Dreams are just Imaginations?
Or is it just that .... such dreams come when you have a stressful time?

Please let me know your opinion.

Thanks and Regards
Omkar Patkar