That night, I had a dream. It was horrific dream. One middle aged lady came in my dream. First time in life, I saw female face in furious mood. I felt like Maa Mahakali herself stood in front of me. Her expressions were more than enough to tremble my soul even in virtual space and time. What was astonishing? She uttered single sentence ”How dare you?” and period.

Pin drop silence for 30 seconds before I heard wake up call. Luckily I could recall my dream as well as last night’s post-dinner talk with friends which I generally consider responsible for causing relevant dreams.

That day at office, during tea time:

“I think you should invest in silver. It has worked well as Return of investment for me.”

“No, I think you should invest in gold. Demand will rise with increasing middle class.”

“Forget shares, silver and gold. You must invest in land. More tangible, larger than your imagination & need of the bleak future. You have got many options. Buy the land, stir up its need and sell it in double price. Again buy some more land, sell. Buy. Sell. Buy, sell. Bombshell of wealth. Unlimited wealth transactions!”

“Aha…that seems convincing. Ok done deal. I am going to invest in land.”

That day in evening, I tried to decipher dream and what I interpreted was self-realization. That furious woman was no one but my mother!

Hmmm…”How dare you using me, your mother, as commodity? Where is your love for mother? Where is that song you wrote about me in your college days? Those endless talks about loyalty and love for me? Do I miss anything here? Despite giving you so many ways to earn with my full support and self-sacrifice, I feel utterly disgusting when you, my children start using me as commodity.

Wasn’t crop cultivated by me enough to satisfy your hunger? Wasn’t gold and silver that you extracted from me enough to satisfy your desires? Wasn’t it enough that I gave you shelter and saved from adversaries of nature? Am I mere piece of land for you who can be bought and sold in market like any other mineral, metal & man (slaves)? Why do you want to exploit those who are in need (farmers, middle class in search of dream home) by increasing my imaginary value just by sentiments and earn/invest black money?” – That’s what Mother Earth spoke to me when I tried to correlate my talk with friends and furious  lady in dream.

I realized my mistake and recalled prayer taught by mother about mother earth 20 years back:

समुद्रवसने देवी

पर्वतस्तनमण्डले ।

विष्णुपत्नि नमस्तुभ्यं

पादस्पर्श क्षमस्वमे ।।

Forgive me Mother Earth for touching you with my feet. O Mother, my salutations to you, who is covered by the oceans and mountains, and who is the wife of Bhagawan Vishnu (i.e. Goddess Lakshmi).

I am sorry Mother Earth.

PS: This was my lowly imagination in uncontrolled dream. Mother Earth cannot be furious. She loves everyone of us without any prejudice. Don’t worry. Continue with selfish exploitation of motherly love.