Sunday, March 18, 2012

I Found Him!

It is a huge, spacious hall, something like a concert hall or a reception hall. I see a large crowd and equally large chatter. The atmosphere is mystic, but I'm clueless what's happening. I look all around. In the crowd I see people. I recognize some faces; they are the people I know. Some are strangers too. I see people from my distant past. I also see people from my recent past. There are less or almost no people from my present. I try to relax, I stretch my brain to get the point of the event. I want to know what the event is. I have reached at this place by bus with loads of others. We all are sitting crossed legs on the floor of that gigantic hall. I don't know if colour of the walls is white or some other shade. I wait patiently and suddenly...

Teri kismat tu badal de
Rakh himmat bus chal de
Tera saathi, mere kadmon ke hain nishan
He is standing in the middle of the crowd. He is tall with long hair... long curly hair... long curly messy hair. He hasn't parted his hair; his hairline is thin at the temples. His nose is big and personality charismatic. His face is angelic embellished with thick moustache. He is dressed in white. I am not able to see clearly exactly what He is wearing, but I guess it's a long white robe. He is not an ordinary man. Everyone in the hall is gathered to see him once. I am thinking nothing, neither my mind is blank. My eyes are fixed on Him, on his image, on his persona, on his charm... on his divine appearance. My eyes are glued on Him.

Khud pey daal tu nazar
Halaton se haar kar
Kahan chala re
Haath ki lakeer ko
Modhta marodhta hai hosla re
To khud tere khawabon key rang mein
Tu apne jahan ko bhi rang de
Ke chalta hoon main tere sang mein
Ho shaam bhi toh kya 
Now everyone is waving hands at Him and He's waving back. I wave too and suddenly his eyes meet with mine eyes. I keep waving at him, and for a brief moment I feel that the whole crowd has disappeared or blurred. Now, He is waving just at me, I can sense the white and pure aura that surrounds him. Is He glowing or I'm having an illusion of the glow. At this point, I see him disassembling the Marigolds in his hand, He sprinkles the petals aimlessly, and for my amusement all those petals land on my head. I am feeling blessed... divine... the entire experience is so enchanting. I am blessed by... by whom?

Dhundhla jaayein jo manzilein
Ek pal ko tu nazar jhuka
Jhuk jaye sar jahan wahi
Milta hain rab ka rasta 
I cannot see Him anymore. One by one the entire crowd exits. I am alone in that titanic hall. I am blank. Someone approaches me... a lady... she says, "Why are you here? Haven't you got your role yet?" She asks a girl standing next to her to handover a note to me, and the girl obeys. The note has something scribbled on it. It is about the role that I have to perform. I leave the hall with the note. I enter one building, it is not a tall one, but still it has an elevator. There are three people apart from me waiting for the elevator. But only two of us enter, and I think, "Why the two of us are in the elevator when there is space for four." The elevator stops at its destination, I slide open the iron barriers. I am about to step out... and... and...

Jab hoga andhera
Tab payega dar mera
Uss dar pe phir hogi teri subah 
And I open my eyes, my head is heavy... I am still feeling blessed but really heavy. I hold my head and get up. It's one of the lazy Sunday afternoons. I search for my Blackberry... battery is completely drained. It's 1.05 PM. Now I am completely awake. I brush my teeth, grab my laptop, and Google the name... the name of The Figure I think appeared in my dream. I click on the link... the link is actually His name... The first thing that grabs my eyes is a quote, the quote by him, "All seek me, but just few find me."

Ho humsafar na tera jab koi
Tu ho jahan, rahoonga main wahi
tujhse kabhi na ek pal bhi main judaTu na jaane aas paas hai Khuda! 
Courtesy: The captions below the images are Hindi lyrics of the song from the movie Anjaana Anjaani. Images used are from the various sources on the Internet.

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