Self-hypnosis…

Self-hypnosis is called self-hypnosis. Having hypnosis or hypnotizing yourself is self-hypnosis. This subject is very special and interesting and there is a lot to learn in it.

First of all, some people learn hypnosis and misuse it. Like Dheeraj had trapped Neeti in the trap of hypnosis and Neeti was not able to think what she was doing or saying?

Dheeraj was an expert in hypnotism and had used it on women at many places. She was a very simple person.

Hypnosis is something in which a hypnotist hypnotizes another person with the consent of the other person so that he can cure any mental problem like insomnia etc.

But some selfish and mischievous people misuse this knowledge and use it for their own purposes. Dheeraj Sharma inspired Niti by running his lust-fulfillment racket and innocent Niti who was just having a plutonic love for him or by writing good literary letters. The intention was that the policy should be inclined towards it. Dheeraj had many nefarious plans ahead and he wanted to trap Neeti in such a trap that she would keep fluttering in his web and he would use Neeti as a ladder to do the naked dance of his lust. For this, Dheeraj used his hypnotism skills on Neeti and she came under his influence in such a way that Neeti blindly did whatever he said.

Dheeraj took away Neeti’s power of thinking and started using it for dirty deeds and wrote good literary letters to hypnotize her. He did all this to play his cunning trick and talked about robbing her of her respect. Wrote dirty obscene things on which when Neeti protested, she pleaded for love. He said – If you truly love her, then write everything in the letter as he says and send it.

By saying this, Dheeraj Sharma spread the raita that he proved to be a tyrant running the sex racket of Allahabad.

Neeti became such a victim of his disgusting conspiracy and dirty knowledge that when her son told her that he hated Dheeraj when he was young, she felt like killing him when he used to do dirty, bad and mean things to her mother.

In this way Neeti was trapped in the sinful trap of that scoundrel. First he trapped her with the letter itself and trapped her in his words in such a way that Neeti got trapped in the truth she spoke and promised. She could not understand that even after giving a wrong promise, one can go back because wrong and dirty things are illegal and illegal things do not constitute a contract.

When Dheeraj reached her house after luring her with his words, his intention was to rob the respect of many women. He was playing his dirty games by using Niti as just a medium. He was the biggest enemy of evil policies and a cowardly lewd who would run away as soon as his honor was snatched because he was afraid that when his family members would come, they would send him to jail for his misdeeds. In this way, after robbing Neeti, he ran away. Dheeraj, a resident of SC Vasu Marg, Allahabad, described himself as the landlord of Ramnagar family, was a Hindi officer in ITI Indian Telephone Industry, Naini, and hatched a disgusting conspiracy and wanted to trap Neeti through hypnotism and commit unnatural acts with her innocent son Paras, but Neeti was against her son. She was very possessive because if Dheeraj Sharma had attacked her son, she would probably have escaped the hypnotism at that very moment. Then Dheeraj played many cruel tricks, he ran away playing with Neeti’s respect and he first stopped correspondence with Neeti. Neeti could not understand his trick, she still loved him, so she wrote a letter asking why he forgot her etc. stupidity and stupid things. Then Dheeraj tested the hypnosis he had done on her and found out for sure whether Whether Neeti still wants him the same way or not, she started getting her words accepted. He asked Neeti for her sister, if she did not do so then she was a liar. After robbing the respect of Kumargi Niti by saying that he is a Hindi officer in ITI Naini, the resident of Vasu Marg, Allahabad, now wanted a new girl. He said – He has trapped more than 100 women and girls in his net and looted them. He was a shameless person who used to do mean things to women and he had played his further strategy by robbing Neeti. He had thrown the dice that he was not interested in Neeti otherwise he wanted to get her sisters and friends through her if Neeti was honest with him. If he loves you then he should present all these girls for him. He used to call himself the younger brother of an advocate named Rajendra Sharma and his lawyer brother was also a member of Allahabad Municipal Corporation, yet this Dheeraj Sharma was doing disgusting work. Actually he was a eunuch who was addicted to dirty deeds. He had interest in disgusting activities and he was knowledgeable about disgusting tantric activities. He had planned and entered into Neeti’s house after writing the complete script of dirty unnatural act, but Neeti’s landlord was a conscious person and was in the police department, so Dheeraj Sharma had the courage. It did not happen because by nature he was a cowardly impotent eunuch who wanted to commit unnatural acts. But despite being trapped in love and hypnotism, Neeti had so much shame that she could not implicate anyone for that despicable thing. She herself had become a victim and went into mental depression, but she was worshiping a cruel eunuch like Dheeraj believing that he was Shiva and he was a cursed Ravana.

This type of people are not men, they are lustful men who know how to enjoy life by trapping subordinate women in the clutches of their evil lust, but when they get the results of their karma, such people attain a distant state.

Dheeraj was also one of them, who was a half-eunuch, his figure was dirty, first he hypnotized Neeti by flirting with her in the letter, but when he reached to meet Neeti, she was shocked by his shapeless figure. Only then should he have understood that this Naradham, who claims to be of high caste and caste, has come to him with his sins, he is a Chandal of sinful and tainted mentality, such men are the ones who kill the clan and are tarnished, on whom the shadow of such a sinner and heretic falls. These people destroy it.

Seeing his hideous figure and dirty hideous face, Neeti should have understood that he has come to rob and defame her. He has a face like a pig, he claims to be of high class but his emotions are wrapped in filth, sensing the intentions of such a despicable person. If Neeti had thrown him out of the house at that very moment or kicked him, he would have gone away with a black face.

Why didn’t she realize that even after knowing about Pataki’s evil intentions and intentions, she was under the influence of very dirty tantric rituals. Now she only thinks that the person was not known to her, he could have left her somewhere or could have done something wrong with her son, then why did she not understand that this was hypnosis.

And this hypnotism ruined Neeti’s life, her heart cried a lot after realizing that she was not right and walked on the wrong path.

She could not express her feelings to anyone.

Suffocation and heartbreak made his life alien.

But there is a purpose to life so a person lives. Neeti wanted to live for her son.

Even though he did not get the expected success, getting out of the trap of a misguided person gave him some solace because even though bad had happened, it could have been even worse.

Therefore, to get out of this humiliation, Neeti tried to cure herself by self-hypnosis. First, sit alone in a good place and relax the whole body so much that the body becomes completely calm or relaxed and the mind is directly connected to the brain.

Nowadays there are many videos on self-hypnosis and by watching these you can learn self-hypnosis and can practice it.

Neeti tried her best to get out of her bad policy. She always started criticizing herself because she considered herself guilty of the wrongdoings done by her.

If she had not been so careless and had accepted the truth, she would not have been in such a situation.

Life moves forward whether right or wrong. Neeti learned to live in self-hypnosis and started getting involved in many types of missions.

He felt that this life is very precious and if he has to live further for his son, then why not adopt some good objective. To vent out her anger, she kept writing many stories on the deceit and betrayal that happened to her. How many times did it come to his mind to write to the government about Dheeraj’s dirty deeds, but who would support him? There will be defamation, that’s different!!

Right now she feels guilty and curses herself, but if she says the same thing outside or writes to the government or brings it to the media, it will become difficult to live in this small place.

Thinking about this, he felt more like getting dissolved in his mind and repenting.

While writing this I look at the open sky. This year there has been no rain even in Ashad. I get mesmerized by looking at the sky.

I think that this sky has been with me since my birth and will remain with me till my last moments. Even after life, the sky will be there and it will fly around like an angel.

This was a matter of Neeti for whom there was no problem now, she was worried about Paras and how he could come out of the pain that he faced in childhood due to the entry of an outsider into the house. Her mother encouraged her to fall in love with a stranger and did not allow her to talk to her classmates in school. His mind was filled with anger and hatred.

Although Neeti behaved very well with Paras, she was unaware of the turmoil in his mind. She did not know that Paras was internally upset due to Dheeraj’s acquaintance with her earlier and she was very sad due to his anger not coming out. His mind remains heavy and he was carrying that sorrow on his heart like a stone.

All these adverse circumstances brought a boil of hatred in Paras’s mind and due to not being able to understand how to express it, he was now hurting himself in grief due to which he had a hysterical attack and broke down.

This was the explosion of the sorrow lying dormant in the unconscious of the mind. There was no one there to explain that no sorrow is bigger than a person’s life.

When Neeti took Paras to a certain Riyaz Baba on someone’s advice, he started running his own agenda. He recited the Kalma on Paras and blew it. He took Rs 2500 and went to his kitchen and cooked the food himself.

Niti did not understand what all this was, but then Paras suddenly started hating his own religion and he used to go only to the shrine. After 7-8 years of such terrible things, Paras gradually started going to temples to worship Shiv ji, Durga ji and Ganesh ji. Started offering.

His words were not easy; what he said was unique. But Neeti tolerated everything. When he tried to explain, Paras would again become aggressive, as a result, whatever Paras did, Neeti would agree because he was always polite, calm and non-violent. He didn’t even eat eggs.

His habits were never on the wrong side but he stayed away from the names and temples of Vishnu, Lakshmi, Ram, Krishna and Hanuman.

Neeti ignored innumerable other such things thinking that all this was happening due to Paras’s unusual and uncomfortable life. He stayed away from girls and sex life, he did not get anyone’s support in his life, then it was natural for many things to arise in his mind.

The psychiatrist said that Paras has schizophrenia. At that time, doctors used to pressure him to take more medicines but he used to shy away from taking more medicines because he felt heavy and his whole body felt tingling and he complained of constipation in the stomach.

All this was mental illness and mental illness increases when you remain confined to one place, you will become frustrated and then negativity will increase around you.

What will you do then? You will have to get out of the house. Walking outside also helps in reducing mental pain.

Even if you start studying, your mind gets diverted somewhere else. If you start teaching someone, this also gives peace to the mind because there is a balance between your input and output.

If we connect with nature and spend time with nature, our mind gets solace.

There are many measures that can be taken. Neeti went to live in Mumbai with her son. She felt comfortable staying there for 11 months and wanted to stay in Mumbai only, but worries about her home forced Neeti to return.

Everyone started saying that a lot of time has passed and he should find a girl for Paras, but despite many efforts, Neeti could not find a girl, so she left it to God. Paras looked so young and innocent that no one thought he was more than 25 years old.

Neeti shut everyone’s mouth by saying that there is nothing bigger than life, life will last and if the mind is right then it will not take long for life to become comfortable again.

Thinking this, apart from prayer and charity, mother and son started serving living beings.

There will be life and if we stay alive, everything will be achieved. Thinking this, Neeti thought that she should make life meaningful, work hard and maintain her honor. Her daughter-in-law had made her a laughing stock in the neighborhood by making false allegations against her. Women used to laugh at her. She got away from that also. He faced all the false cases in the court and got them dismissed.

Amidst all this, Neeti’s husband’s worship and fasting continued and she continued to live her life happy in herself. She lived such an ascetic life, neither enmity with anyone nor enmity with anyone, that her reputation was restored or it was not lost at all. Due to her sorrows, such a thought came to Neeti’s mind.

From here I digress and start writing about the struggle of my writing life.

Because in 1991, in the 31st year of my life, as soon as I became over age, I started writing and started getting published in Navbharat and other newspapers. Like I would participate in talks and dialogues and express my views. I got encouragement from getting published a little bit, so I started writing more. Now I write stories about village life. गांव का जीवन मुझे बेहद सममोहित करता सब कहते कि क्या वंही बातें लिखती है लेकिन मै उनमें डूबी रहती. मेरा बेटा खुद ही पढ़ाई कर लेता था अपने बेटे से मेरा संवाद अच्छा था.

मैं उसकी इंग्लिश पोएम पढ़ती और उसके जो चैप्टर होते उन्हें बेटे के साथ पढ़ती हम उन चैप्टर और पोएम पर चर्चा करते और जिंदगी में वैसे सन्दर्भ होते तो उन्हें भी उन चैप्टर से मिलान करते थे.

मेरे पति के दौरे की सर्विस थी वो अक्सर बाहर होते हमें अकेले लगता तो मै कई बार माँ -बाबूजी से मिलने बेटे के साथ जाती वंहा मेरा बेटा अपने मामा के बेटों संग खेल कर ख़ुश होता था किन्तु जीवन खेल से ही नहीं चलता.

Psc परीक्षा में चयन लटक जाने से मेरा जीवन कठिन हो गया था मन में बहुत उदासी रहती थी तब मै लिखा करती. और मैंने कई कहानियों को लिखना और उन्हें भेजने का अपना नियम बना ली थी. तब मेरी बहुत डाक आती थी. दिन में 3-4बजे डाक आती. डाक देखना और पत्र -पत्रिकाओं में रचना भेजना इन सबमें मेरा समय जाता.

मुझे इन सबका नशा था मै अपने लेखन के करियर में लगी थी और बेटा अपनी पढ़ाई कर रहा था मैंने तब नहीं सोची थी कि मुझे बेटे की पढ़ाई और करियर पर अलग से ध्यान देना चाहिए था.

मेरी रचनाएँ तब बहुत सी पत्रिकाओं में छपने लगी थी. शुरू में मैंने एक पत्रकार /संवादाता को अपनी रचनाएँ दी तो उसने अपने नाम से छाप लिया था तब मै अपनी रचनाएँ सीधे डाक से भेजने लगी थी.

मुझे नहीं मालूम था कि मेरी लिखने की कितनी सामर्थ्य है बस मैं लिखती और लिखती जाती. रोज पोस्टऑफिस जाना और रचनाएँ पोस्ट करना यंही मेरा नित्य कर्म था.

मै अपने लेखन में बड़ी व्यस्त रहती थी कभी खाली नहीं रहती थी और मुझे अपने शहर में आनंद बिल्थरे जी का भी मार्गदर्शन मिल गया था. मै कई बार उनके घर जाती और हम लोग लेखन क्षेत्र पर विस्तृत वार्ता करते थे.

हाँ!मै अपने लेखन के प्रति सममोहित थी. मुझे अपने लेखन से बड़ा प्यार था. बचपन की तरह मै उस वक़्त भी 3-4बजे से शाम का खाना बना लेती थी यंही मेरी आदत रही कि मै शाम को फ्री रहती और टीवी देखती.

दिन में रेडिओ सुनती थी ज़ब काम कर रही होती. बेटे को पहले स्कूल छोड़ने जाती थी और लाने भी. बाद में वो अपने दोस्तों के साथ खुद ही आने -जाने लगा था. उसके पापा दौरे से आते तो उसके लिए उसके पसंद के खिलौने लेने जाते थे. ज़ब मेरे पति नौकरी में थे हमारी बड़ी इज्जत थी. लेकिन फिर मेरे पति की ज़ब बाहर धार में सर्विस थी तब हमें वो सम्मान और अटेंशन नहीं मिल पाया फिर भी जीवन के रहन -सहन और पढ़े -लिखे होने से इस छोटे से जिले में सम्मान से तो जी ही सकते थे.

मुझे तब की यादों को लिखते हुए भी विगत यादों से गुजरना पड़ रहा है जो पराई सी थी क्योंकि शहर में कोई भी अपना सा नहीं था जिससे कंही बैठकर मन की बात करती.

एक बार आनंद बिल्थरे जी के घर गईं थी उनकी पत्नी मेरे ही गांव की थी गांव के रिश्ते में मेरी बहन लगती थी हालांकि वो माँ की उम्र की थी या माँ से थोड़ी छोटी रही होंगी. आनंद जी के साइड अच्छा लगता कभी -कभार चले जाते थे बाकि हमेशा तो नहीं जा सकते.

जीवन अपनी रौ में चल रहा था और मेरे लेखन की धुन में मै सारी दुनिया से अलग ही चलती थी. बेटा अपनी पढ़ाई और खेल में मस्त रहता था. मेरे पति का अजीब सा स्वभाव था जो मेरे अनुकूल नहीं था फिर भी हम अपनी दुनिया में अच्छे थे हमें कोई बदनामी नहीं झेलनी पड़ी थी.

फिर गणेश जी के वक़्त गणेश चतुर्थी को मेरे पति कहते कि आज चन्द्रमा को नहीं देखना वरना लोक अपयश या बदनामी झेलनी पड़ती है और मैंने तभी चतुर्थी का चन्द्रमा देख ली थी और मेरी जैसी अनभिज्ञ इंसान को व्यर्थ ही एक गलत आदमी की वजह से बदनामी झेलनी पड़ी इस कलंक के लिए मुझे आज तक बहुत ज्यादा अफ़सोस है.

मैंने उन्हीं दिनों मूर्ति वाली पर भी कहानी लिखी थी. तब मैं खाना खाकर दोपहर को थोड़ी देर के लिए सो जाती थी तो मूर्ति वाली की आवाज आती थी. वो मूर्ति बेचती थी और उधर कलेक्टरेट तरफ वो लोग अचार की चीनी मिट्टी की बरनी भी बेचते थे तब मेरे पति ने दो चीनी मिट्टी की बरनी खरीदे थे जिनमें मै अचार बनाकर डालती थी.

फिर हमें उस घर से आना पड़ा था तब मैंने वंही किट्टू की मम्मी को वो बर्णियाँ बेच दी थी. क्योंकि किट्टू की मम्मी को वो बरनी पसंद थी.

हमारा वो किराये का घर अच्छा बीच बाजार साइड था तब माँ आ जाया करती थी तो मै कुछ अच्छा बनाया करती थी.

आप सोचेंगे ये तो मेरे लेखन जीवन का संघर्ष नहीं हुआ. तो बताती हूँ वंही का जीवन वंही से तो लिखना शुरू हुआ.

मेरा मन लिखने में ही लगता था अब कॉम्पीटिशन तो देना नहीं था उन्हीं दिनों vp सिँह प्रधानमंत्री बने तो उन्हें मैंने तब अपनी समस्या लिखी कि कैसे मेरा psc में चयन होकर भी मुझे वेटिंग में डाल दिए आदि. तब vp सिँह साहब ने ओबीसी को आरक्षण दिया खासकर हमारी जाती कलार को ओबीसी में शामिल किया गया लेकिन ये सब राजनीती की बातें है हम छोटे -मोटे लोग बस इस्तेमाल हो जाते है.और अपने मन में सोचते है हम तो फलां पार्टी वाले है लेकिन ऐसा नहीं होता. सब यंही सोचते है पर राजनीती अलग चीज होती है.

उन दिनों मुझे बहुत ज्यादा देश और समाज की समस्या पर लिखने का चस्का हो गया था और मै रात -दिन लिखने में मशगुल रहती थी लिखकर पीएमओ को पत्र भेजती थी उसका कोई असर होता या नहीं मुझे नहीं मालूम. लेकिन ये मेरा शगल बन गया था मै अख़बार या पत्रिका पढ़ती तो उसमें कोई भी समस्या होती तो मै लिख कर प्रधानमंत्री को रवाना कर देती थी. अभी 2बरस पहले तक यंही मेरी आदत थी. किन्तु फिर मैंने हाल में ये सब बंद कर दिया. क्योंकि मैंने जीवन में बहुत कुछ कर लिया था और अब चाहती थी कि अपनी माली हालत पर ध्यान दूँ.

इधर उधर की लिखा -पढ़ी करने से मुझे कई तरह की मुश्किल का सामना करना पड़ रहा था. यंहा बालाघाट में ऐसे पत्रकार बहुत थे जो कि पत्रकार बनकर अधिकारी और व्यापारी से पैसा ऐंठ कर रातों रात लखपती बन गए थे.

बालाघाट से एक पत्रकार का अपहरण करके उसे काटोल लेजाकर फिर मिट्टी तेल डालकर जला कर मार डाले थे. इससे पत्रकार बनने वालों में खौफ बैठा था. वैसे वो वसूली पत्रकार था जो दारू -मुर्गा के लिए ही वसूली करता था.

ऐसे कितने ज्यादा पत्रकार बनकर खूब वसूली करते और रातों रात कंहा से कंहा पहुंच जाते. ज़ब तक इंटरनेट नहीं आया था ऐसे पत्रकार की खूब चलती थी. किन्तु अब तो नेट और सोशल मिडिया का जमाना है कोई किसी की परवाह नहीं करता और ब्लैक मैलिंग की पत्रकारिता का क्या हुआ नहीं मालूम?

खैर!मै कोई पत्रकार नहीं हूँ हाँ!खुद को फ्री लाऊंसर कहती रही हूँ. अपने क्षेत्र और देश के बारे में लिखती रही हूँ जिसकी वजह से मै आँखो की किरकिरी भी बनी जनप्रतिनिधियों की.

लिखते हुए मैंने उपन्यास भी लिखे. जिनमें पहला उपन्यास था बाढ़ में बहती हुईं लड़की.

इसके प्रकाशन के लिए मै अलाहाबाद तक गईं पति को संगम जाना था तो हम लोग वंहा तक गए. फिर मेरा नॉवेल वंहा किसी के पास पड़ा भी रहा. अवध पुष्पांजलि इस पत्रिका में मेरी रचना प्रकाशित हुईं थी तभी एक मक्कार लेखक से परिचय हुआ और ये परिचय एक शर्मनाक अध्याय पर पहुंचा. इस पर मै पहले ही लिख चुकी हूँ.

मैंने उस शख्स को भी अपना नॉवेल भेजी थी किन्तु उससे मुझे एक रत्ती का फायदा नहीं हुआ. कोई साहित्यिक लाभ मैंने नहीं लिया. बस जिंदगी में कुछ खोना था और बदनाम होना था इसलिए ऐसे आदमी से मुलाक़ात हुईं. वो ठीक नहीं था और मानसिक रूप से भी वो अच्छा नहीं था

खैर!उसपर मै लिख चुकी हूँ फिर भी बार -बार वंही बात घुम फिर कर आती है तो इसलिए कि थोड़ा सा मैंने उससे मित्रता क्या की थी उसने सममोहित कर मुझे लूटा और मुझे माध्यम बनाकर मेरे आसपास की औरतों और लड़कियों की मांग भी उसने किया था वो गन्दी मानसिकता का था और 24घंटे भद्दी बातें करता था गन्दी बातें लिखवाता था और ऐसी ही बातें वो फोन पर करके ब्रेन वाश करता था. ये बातें इसलिए लिख रही हूँ कि वो इतना नीच और घटिया था उसकी बातें इतनी शर्मनाक थी कि मुझे लगता है उसकी इन्हीं गन्दी हरकतों की वजह से उसकी पत्नी मात्र 6साल बाद मर गईं क्योंकि उसने जो पाप मुझ जैसी अबोध स्त्री से किये जो भावनाओं से खिलवाड़ कर मुझे गलत मानसिकता का बनाना चाहा उसी की सजा उसे मिली.

मुझसे बुरे कृत्य करके पाप करके उसने शादी किया था तब मै उससे जान पहचान ख़त्म कर अपने मन को समझा कर अपने बेटे की परवरिश में लग गईं थी. हमने कभी उससे कोई मदद या पैसा नहीं लिए थे उसने मुफ्त में हमारे मन और भावनाओं से खेला और अपनी गन्दी संगत से कलंकित किया था.

उसके शादी का हमें पता नहीं था उसने पत्र लिखना बंद किया था हम उसके शहर पता करने गए थे मानसिक रूप से मैं उसे इतना चाहने लगी थी. तब हमें रसिक ने बताया था कि उसने शादी कर लिया है रसिक को आश्चर्य था कि वो हमें कैसे झूठ के सहारे छल रहा था. हम लौटे थे. लेकिन कुछ बरसों बाद उसकी पत्नी नहीं रही ये पता चला. वो इतना दुष्ट