Put down a priority list!

I am sure that everybody must have gone through a phase where you must have thought 'I am all alone....everybody is doing so well.... where am I....what an I doing...!!' Encountered this recently, when my faculty from my masters class asked me why I took admission in Journalism and why I want to do this course. Where everybody answered I want to be this and that... and my mind was blank... Where do I see myself after 10 years...? I wondered 'oh! shit...I don't know why am I here... After not attending millions of lecture, which I felt was boring and unnecessary I thought spending time with a friend actually became the priority of all'.

After messing around my life....doing stuff which even I am guilty of I thought Will this time Come back?, then why not let's set priorities... Another messed up issue to sort!!

Studies? Parents? Career? Love? Friends? Big words and still don't know where to put them on my priority list. since childhood Maa telling me, 'Beta! one day you will find your love and will get married' So is love a priority? Dad telling me, 'Beta! You have to make me proud and I know you will do it'. So much of confidence in me? EXPECTATIONS!! I will dad... I will... Studies and career are my priorities. Again confused...Parents, Love, studies, career blah.. blah!! Oh My god! It was a bad idea to even make a priority list. Experimenting and putting all my hearts and sinking in my master’s class and studying, but again failed as somebody complimented me for my eyes and then I thought 'He is the one! The love of my life!! But i will be honest here my priority suddenly changed. After a month I realised, that people actually compliments you to mend their own ways! Saying and doing stuffs under the warm blanket of friendship! Nobody is honest. When I thought I am being one, then people thought I am faking it up as the did initially. So why be honest!

Just simply prioritise youself! Whom to talk, whom to be with, whom to share things with, whom to trust and try to indulge in yourself as that will give strength to walk happily through the beach side of life. All the best with your Priority List.

Past Regression Session

Who was I?

An actress, a dancer or a person who was a social animal..... I think everybody in their lifetime thinks what were they in their past life? But somehow today they are so busy that they can't actually recall and do not have that spare time to think about such stuff.... One of my friend is a Tarot card reader and an astrologer.... we have been friends or a long time... he understand me as that is his work to do so.....I was easily convinced that the problems you face today in your present life have some or the other connection with your past life and that is why our inner conscious knows that where are we wrong but we all tend to avoid it.... as my name suggest Jigyasa -Curiosity... I always wanted to know what was i actually in my past life and then I will be able to understand why LOVE IS UPSET with me....Is that just my misconception or it is really related to my past life....

SESSION 1:

Late night around 1 in the darkest hour of the night.... a gal looking for answers, with a confused mind, asking god and herself WHY ME? That was me still not clear, but wanted to peep into my past life and see what exactly happened over there..... Once i start writing what experience i had let me warn u all it will sound stupid and crazy... but that how it was...... first vision..... i was lying on a bed weeping myself out....i was wearing a red colored saree in a bengali style with full on jewellery.... i was crying, weeping so loud that in that big house nobody was there to listen or help out.... .... I was into my past life, i can be so sure because while being in my subconscious i was crying...... who did it?? what was the reason i was crying for? all these questions were going on in my subconscious mind.... it was a man in my past life who had my heart and it was my birthday.....that feeling which i had was bad, that how can that happen to me.... but it did happened... i had an arrange marriage... he was a young, royal, strong, charismatic, long hair, mustache and a mole and a self made person.. i respected him.. i loved him... and adding to this he was womenizer, that i came to know after 3 years of my marriage and when i was not able to keep him happy... and for me i was me... i had big bright eyes... full of kajal and dreams that someday my prince will come and take me away from all these sorrows of my life... before i got married.. i had the same family which i have right now... and even after 5 years of marriage i had no kids and was all alone in my big Havelli.....that night i decided to run away i was in love with my best friend because he used to care about me in such a manner which i expected my husband to do so... he was there that night... laughing and giggling and try to peep inside that door in where my dreams were shattered and i was all alone.....i can relate that guy from my present life.... he was married in his past life... we never had a conversation as such but it all was the eyes job... i dnt know why i used to look at him with so much of love and respect and wanted him to care about me that way.... he felt too for i can... i can easily feel that by his touch, the warmth in his eyes... the love..... i used to write poems for him... but was never able to pass on to him.... sounds crazy!!!.... having a husband whom i loved so much and writing letters to my best friends sounds as crazy as i was thinking after i came out of my first session..... my eyes were heavy... my head was paining... i was again and again thinking about it....i was feeling the volcano of feelings were there was betrayal, love, care, waiting for someone, feeling happy for someone and felt that what were the reason i was alive.... my hands were shaky....i was speechless just crying my heart out and no one was there....