a dream - jan 28, 2026

jan 28,  2026

it is three in the morning. had a deam and the could not go back to sleep. so better to write it down before its effect is over.

in the dream, i am part of the white tribe which is on march in america. as the members of the tribe march ahead with joy in their heart in the anticipation of the riches which await them, i an filled with doubt. who are we to disturb their way of life, reduce them to penury with our superior arms. we would like them to work for us, to b e our slaves but i also know in my mind that they are proud people, not given to the way of working for others. they are superb horsemen with courage in their mind and faith in their ability and an independent spirit which will never allow them to work for others. they would prefer death to dishonour. they belong to various tribes and fight each other without any thought of making other tribes work for them. they are superior race. but i ride along.

and, as it happens in dreams, my mind flew across centuries and across space and land in india where the situation is totally different where jealousy rules and people work go to any extent to humiliate others. and it has been the story ever since it began. whether is ambhi versus porus; or jaichand versus prithvi raj, or mir jafar versus siraj ud dullah, rohillas versus marathas, mahars versus marathas, the story is the same, defeat of other tribe is a must even if this costs us our own freedom.

and once again

after the dream

my mind flies to another era, another piece of land,. there is no history of chinese fighting against chinese to help foreigners. proud of their heritage, they are reduced to subordination but never to betrayal. of course they fight each other but they also combine to fight against the outsiders,

and here i wake up. toss in my bed but unable to get rid of the idea till i sit down on the computer and write it down,.