Scars and Stripes

Either you roll over, wallow in depression and die sadly with no one giving a shit for you because no one wants to know you now ,or you simply fight back and live your own.


Things don't go as per plan. You make wrong decisions... You sort of become very complacent, people start misunderstanding you... In short, whatever screw-ups have to happen, happen at once.


Started to doubt myself, I did. What is this going on?


Was sad, and there was no one around. After all, who wants to be seen around a depressed person? Everyone's too busy and engrossed in their own lives.


O freakin hell, were those really days or living nightmares? Couldn't know the difference if it wasn't for father time.


And O' hell, the Insecurity! damn,... So Insecure that you hardly trusted your own life to wake you up the next day...


NO, WAS NEVER ON DRUGS IF THAT'S WHAT YOU HINTING!!


You ever come across a situation where you have absolutely nothing? Nothing to fall back on? Nothing at all... even the family can't understand you then.


This was a few years back...


A few days back, I found myself in such a situation again. It could have repeated again, the entire process of wallowing is grief, the excess thinking (which I believe still prevails, guess thinking too much is one aspect of mine that won't go off), but then I didn't.


Why is it that I didn't go through the same again?


I felt a sense of insecurity creeping in, also a bit of sadness. Yet, I didn't go down this time.


I went back to my past, and faced it. I guess, Its over now. Its done with.


Know no fear towards the vanquished lest the fear brings back the vanquished to life.


The reason why scars exist after the deepest wounds is not to remind ourselves of the wound... I guess it exists to let us know that all wounds, no matter how deep, will definately heal.


I felt that scar. It was there...It is still there. Reminds me why I didn't lose. Because I saw the wound through. I may get cut again. But I now know how to nurture the wound.


People commit suicide because they feel that the wound they have should be healed in the fastest time possible. If it doesn't then they lose all hope and do hara-kiri. The emptiness, the coldness of relationships, lack of success- all contribute to a person tying the noose around his neck.


That's the fine line I guess... Holding your nerve when the situation warrants it to. Have enough nerve to heal the wound into a scar-A scar ain't negative.


I just hope that we realize we are living in a world where people hardly have time. No one's gonna be with you all the time. People could get bored of you, and move on... You'll feel sad and what-not. People will also misunderstand your feelings for them and try to move away from you... Many things are possible.


I ain't Mr. Perfect that I'm gonna bounce right back like a jumpin' bean... Its just that I written this to provide myself a brief glimpse of what I went through. I may read this post again after a year, and may laugh at it, You may read this post now and laugh!


Whatever it is, the shortcomings and all, acknowledge them. Empower yourself to overcome them.


That's when you look at the scar and feel justified that you had to go through all of that.


All will be well... It works out perfectly. Things just work out.


Realise this, and that's when you know your scars have earned you your stripes.

Tired minds...

Scene: Monday Morning.

Setup: Bedroom

Character: You!

Rrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiing........... There goes the alarm to wake you up 'on time'(ya right, as if you gonna spring right up when it rings...)

You linger around your bed, try and open your eyes- your eyes feeling like its a human rights violation to ask them to open up....

Yaaaawwwn, and somehow you brush your teeth, get all chores done, and you finally find yourself standing in front of the mirror, all snazzily dressed up and ready to go. Ho-Hummmm... you wish for Saturday to come again....

You set out towards the Bus stop... You see no one at the stop- "Hah", u say..."No one's come yet!" . No sooner you finish thinking that sentence, than you see the bus already gone!! "Damn, don't bus drivers have Monday Blues while waking up, that they come on time!?!??" And while you are mouthing these lines, another bus pulls up. You hurriedly sprint across to the bus, waving frantically for it to stop. Chances are, If you are a gal, the bus driver will stop for you.. If you a guy, this is one time you wish you were a gal- to have a little chance of getting on the bus!

Assuming you get on the bus, you find yourself seated comfortably (yay, there is God after all!) Again, If you're a gal, you have the seats reserved (though some jerks think otherwise). If you a guy, well, you'll probably adjust well... and no, you won't think again to be a gal... if you get that thought again, do consider some major counselling before you actually go ahead with the same.

Conductor comes up to you, you show your bus pass. Bus pass has expired. You give him a 10 Rupees ka note, and he says," chhutta chahiye, nahi toh agla bus pakdo"... "Why me?", you say...You then have to scourge your wallet, bag and what not to arrive at the perfect change. The conductor then hands you the ticket with a smile so deviant, you can really know that he feels he got one-up on you...

All this, and you ain't at work yet!!

You reach office. Then what follows are:
- Endless meetings within each departments
- Resolving conflicts
- I.T Routine Maintenance checks- which means you can't use your Computer for a while...
- Targets and deadlines, which on saturday were achieved, yet the clients extend the same.
- Communicating with people who can't speak in English or Hindi, and they expect you to know THEIR mother tongue! (Illay! Yenda Rascala!!)
- Calling all vendors to resolve issues. They then behave like government bureaucrats and think they are one-up on us, coz they feel only THEY can solve the issue.

And then you have lunch!

You open up the lunchbox, and see what you don’t like. Bitter gourd with some other vegetables! The only food item available at the canteen is Misal Pav, which again is horrendously made. You go ahead and eat the bitter gourd with rotis, and ask god if he’s a part of a conspiracy theory against you!

Somehow, you grind your nose till office ends.

While returning home, you get caught up in a traffic jam that makes you wonder why they call it a traffic 'Jam', especially when Jam is somethin so wonderful to have.

You come home. Then all of a sudden, the bed becomes the greatest possession you ever own. You just go to it, and with its great powers of seduction, it manages to convince you to sleep on it (geez, is this weird or what?) You lie down. In one split second, you feel all the frustrations of the day going out in a huff. You know its temporary to feel this way, but at least its good. You snuggle up like a baby, and just close your eyes…

No lullaby….

Then you go in a deep trance… you can hear a buzzing sound in your thoughts. You dunno what that means, yet it sounds pleasant.

Next day morning, you wake up and possible repeat the previous day.

Come Sunday morning…

The alarm stays quite…

No one wakes you up…

You feel so much freedom,

The clock ticks on, threatening to go round quickly than usual.

And then, you have your moment of retribution for the entire week…

You say “Piss off! It’s my Sunday Today!” and go back to sleep!!!

The Ocean, The horizon and Life..

Horizon....
Imagine you're at Chowpatty beach...
Look into the ocean... what do you see? an endless view of water sashaying across itself and over the shore... time and time again... the sound of the waves hitting the shores comforts you. you feel at peace, never mind the delirious honking at Marine Drive by cars and buses...

Have you looked into the horizon lately?

Stare at the long distance, you'll see a line. You wonder like a 5 year old," Is that the end of it all, that line?" You wonder, keep on wondering...and then you realise that the line is not the end...but instead it's the beginning of the world ahead for you.

The ocean is such a simple yet mysterious thing... it gives the indication that its so damn lazy, yet it travels almost half the world. No one person would have seen the world as much as the experienced ocean.

It has so much freedom too... we require visas to go to foreign shores...but the ocean- it just goes in... and no one to stop it.

Fishermen, Navy, Terrorists- Everyone loves the ocean as much as they fear it... The Ocean too is neutral I guess. It has no attachment to anyone or anything; It just goes with the flow.

Yet, in all of this unlimited boundary of an ocean, we still dont see what's ahead of the horizon. The Ocean waits for us to wish for it both Hello and Good bye... It wants us to come to the point of your horizon, and gradually make you realise that its not the end yet- It never is. Life goes on. After the pursuit and achievement of one, you get another to pursue and achieve.

Come to me, it says, and realise that this point is not the end...In fact, we're just on the brink of starting it now....

I would like to dedicate this post to all those who made me see the above. They know who they are... they are the most special people in my life... Bless you all.

The DVD of Life- How living your life is akin to writing a DVD!

Living Life is like burning a DVD... Yes, it is..Here's how.

Depending on how your life is charted out, God gives you a DVD.... so if you have 8 rupees in your pocket, you'll have to settle for a low quality DVD. If you have 15 Rs, you'll get a better quality DVD... But, the fact remains true- both the DVDs are blank!

Similairly, based on your past life, if you have carried good karma to this life, you'll get a better quality DVD to write your life in. But again, you start your life at blank!

The DVD is put in the DVD Writer... the software is activated...
Real life= You are just born, in your parents' arms... Life, as we know it, has just begun for you.

You then choose what data you wish to write in your DVD. The DVD is 4.7 GB, but you can only write upto 4.5 GB. You select the burning speed (4x, 8x, 16x). You name your DVD ('My Disc' or whatever)

As you live your life, you get to choose how you live it. Destiny may be written, but the paths you choose to get there determine how you develop yourself. You choose a path, you walk that path, you realise your destiny- sometimes knowingly, sometimes unknowingly. And sometimes, its the path that you avoid to take that becomes the path of your destiny.

The pace at which you live your life decides how and when it ultimately ends. We always think we should live upto 100 years. But then, its not true for all. Some make it, some don't. It is damn irritating, but then that's a part of life.. death i.e.

Some will ask, "what is the point of doing all this?" This is where the destiny part comes in...
Well, what you write in the DVD is what you want. What you write in the DVD of life is your destiny. And that's the DVD's name in itself- Life!

It takes you 10-15 minutes to burn a DVD at 4x speed.
It takes you a lifetime to burn your DVD of life at the chosen speed.

The DVD is burned and ready. The software asks, "Do you want to save your project?" You choose 'Yes' or No' and then the DVD comes out, you put it in a case, and use it for further viewing / use.

When the DVD of life is complete, that's when you know its time. The option of saving your project is similair to writing your own book. You will write an autobiography on your life or have someone paid to do it for you. Then life ends, you get put in a case or maybe you are cremated.

Either way, you soul is now in a grand place called heaven.
This is where God puts on his DVD player (I wonder if he has a Blu-Ray player!) and also super sharp LCD/LED TV, with true to life images. Your DVD is played, and then you sit back and watch all those moments right from where you were born (1st data ever!) till the last one...

Then God decides, whether he liked your DVD or not...and frankly, his opinion does matters a lot!

And depending on how you lived the (now past) life, he either decides to give you a better quality DVD, or upgrades you to a Blu-Ray Disc(Ha! I knew it!).

And then the whole cycle goes on and on and on....

An evening at the theatre...

Theatre (n.):A building where performance of plays or motion-picture shows can be presented.

I had gone to see 'Harry Potter and the Half-blood Prince' with a friend this past Sunday. Harry Potter! Boy, do all the Potters in this world want to thank Joanne K Rowling or what?! Got a kid, let’s name him Harry!

Coming back… it would have been a swell of an experience had it not been for some ‘types’ of people…

First, these are aapro seemingly normal people who, for some unexplained reason, get the most important phone calls of their life just while watching the movie screaming out the worst polyphonic ringtones (Thank God monophonic ringtones are now passé!) They receive the call and speak as if they are larger-than-life heroes of an action movie and the world would end if they didn’t receive the call. To further this frustration, he’ll continuously say ‘Hello!! Hello!!’ over and over again. After a few jeers from the crowd, he’ll stand up, adjust his trousers, and try to wade through a sea of legs (occasionally stepping on a few!) As he is ascending down the stairs, he blares out his ‘hellos’ enough to put the effects of the Dolby system to shame!

Next, we have a guy, who I believe didn’t come to watch the movie. It must’ve been the start of the movie, and he receives a call on his cell (Yes, somehow, an irritating, polyphonic ringtone…what are the chances?) He gets up, leaves his companion to watch the movie. After a while he arrives back at his seat (not before he manages to crush my feet), and hardly has a seat when he receives another call! The whole cycle repeats itself, but on the brighter(?) side, he arrives back at his seat with minimum damage to my feet each time.

Another types (yes, types) are those who bring babies along with them for the movies. I have absolutely nothing against people bringing their baby children for the movies, ‘coz babies need their mothers, but if the baby starts bawling and howling, please…please, for the sake of the crowd, please excuse yourself from the room. Not only are you gonna listen to a word what is being said on the screen, but also gonna get more jeers from the crowd.. Of course the crowd won’t say anything more than a ‘Shhh’ Also, what must the baby be going through… “one moment ago, I was in a nice, lighted corridor, and poof…next moment I’m in a weird dark room, where other people are watching a curtain showing oversized people, I can’t understand a word they’re speaking, and there’s a guy speaking loudly on his cell phone next to me…” Now, a baby being a baby, will quickly add up all these things and do the best thing to escape the situation- CRY! And since babies do have a ‘I-don’t care-what-happens-I’m-gonna-cry-and-get-what-I-want’ attitude, you have to let the baby win! So please, no doing “Coochie Coo” to lull the baby to sleep… either the baby is really pissed off over the situation, or pissed off over a shitty movie (in which case you probably have a future budding movie reviewer…)

Another type of movie goers are those who insist on giving a loud, running commentary during the movie… I remember my brother’s friend relating an experience wherein they had gone to watch one of the Die Hard movies (Die hard: with a vengeance, I guess) and there was one guy who was practically giving a running commentary, it was like watching an English movie with Hindi Audio sub titles… Such people should be banned and banished!

We then have the seedha saadha movie goers, who come in the theatre, keep their mobiles on silent (some sincere ones shut it off!), stand up to the national anthem without fidgeting too much, and really get quiet when the opening commences (if they paid a bit more attention to themselves, they’d probably hear their heart beating!). They sit with rapt attention throughout the movie, get shocked like hell when the interval comes up (like as if something’s taken away from them!), and watch the movie till the end credits roll out! Sadly, due to the types of people mentioned above, this type is rare to find, if not hard!

Of course there are mannnny sorts of movie goers, each one of them different from the other… Every theatre has its tribe! If I've missed any, its not that I am biased or something, its just that I haven't seem to have come across them..and even if I have come across different categories of moviegoers apart from those mentioned, they'd be far too irrelevant to remember!

Oh, the trials and tribulations of enjoying a good movie!!!!

P.S.: Never trust movie ‘critics’ and ratings…If you like it, go see it… If you don’t, then don’t see it… Critics are people who can’t bear to see a bar of chocolate in your hands. People who cannot do things that you are most capable of doing…. Movie reviewers are fine, but self proclaimed critics… hmm… Evanesco!!

Reality

Life comes to you, smacks a slap right into your face & says ' this is reality, deal with it'. You realise that there are some things that aren't meant to be. But some things are. You may cry over them & even chase them till it gets bored of you.then it forgets you. then your insides are crushed trying 2 forget it. You turn weak, & then you turn into a pawn. Then u wither away. All because reality painted a different picture on ur wall.But....

You have a choice...

Stay where you are, let others define your non-existent life. Be jealous. Be envious. Screw it up more.

or
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Do what has to be done.... to reclaim everything you lost and are losing...

It can be done... It should be done...

Crushed, to heal....

The scars you can't see are the hardest to heal... they prick you like a zillion pins everyday and u wonder why. And then you start to know.

You know where you screwed up.

Prequel:

You realise that people will never say things on your face, inspite of you telling people "Its OK...please do". Because, they 'feel' they'll hurt you. You can not take the criticism. You get depressed. You start believing that you are a nobody.

People say you are outta your senses. They think you act like this just to act 'cool' and 'different' and 'weird' coz the whole world admires paraniod people. They said Kurt Cobain was paraniod...I don't know him, and have not even tried to decipher his songs to find out if he was a genius, but I know he was great. Coz you just know sometimes.

People disown you coz you are you. They go "Omigod, why do I have to put up with this preachy ass-clown now?".... or "Eeesh... GO AWAY"...

Angst creeps in.

You see more thorns on a rose than the rose itself.

You fail to see the donut, except its hole.

The Bosses screw you everyday.

You can't get anythin' right.

Then you get more depressed. You wonder why. You laugh when you can, you cry when you can. Then what's bugging you.

Then this entire cycle happens once more.

Cut to the Present:
You are numb... numb..numb...

you sing in ur mind-
"There's no lifetime without you...
You'd be dead if they caught you..."

There's no such song like that...you just make it up and sing.

" Put a gun against your head,
man, it feels cold...
there's no trigger, red..
coz there's no gun..."

You look around where the gun is.. why does it seem so real when you were just singing about it?

Then, you find the gun...but you find the bullets instead...

you ask," why should the gun be flogged when actually the bullet kills..."

you lie back again... there's still somethin against your head... now its against your whole body...

A trillion pins all at once... pierce you... echoing through your body...

A rush of blood...

And then you wake up....

And then you know....

Where it all began...

It began with you...It shall end with you...

Coz you scarred yourself and let paranoia take over...

Now you are free... the scars won't heal.

You'll never see them... you'll always feel them...

regret, you won't... you musn't.

Coz if it weren't for the scars, you would have never written this...

Let the world run how it is supposed to... It has its justifications.

Perception is reality.Reality is defined by what you dream of. Dream to know why the scars happened and get over it....

And then you wake up again... and realize

you just dreamt of a dream that you had a dream...

The answer always lies in our dreams, our thoughts... You don't require sleep to dream nor a reason to think...

When in doubt, Just do it!

**An anthithesis of a bad nightmare is a good dream**

What is F1???

My friend, Nash, asked me, 'What is F1?' pointing out to the fact that the interest in F1 seems to be on the wane and we seem to be forgetting about it..

I would normally have given a reply which could be forgotten, like"It's a sport yaar..." etc etc...

But then, I asked myself again, " What is F1?"... and thus began a quest to define the sport in my own words...

Let's begin with its history...
Europe! That seems to be the place everything began... be it cricket or the Industrial revolution...Europe was the most 'happening place' in the olden era.

It seems that there were some guys who liked to drive, but were too scared that they wouldn't be liked to be called as a 'chauffeur' for the rest of their lives. Thus they

devised an ingenious plan, which assured them a high status in the higher snobbish European society. They planned to have a championship for racing.They sold it so beautifully to their society, thus giving roots for marketing in F1, something which Bernie Ecclestone( he will be explained later) silently thanks for in his prayers, before going to bed!

But what is the "Formula"???
Well, at that time, there were many games which had 'rules'. For racing, as it was gonna be sophisticated,they were finding another term for 'rules' instead of 'rules'. As the game of Cricket was invented long back, the inventors of cricket smartly decided to use the word 'Laws of cricket' instead of 'rules of cricket'. So, as they were at their wits' end to find a sophisticated term, there was some kid who asked," what's the formula for finding he volume of a cube??". No one knows whether the kid was answered back, 'coz all were jumping with excitement over discovering the term they wanted. The Kid was forgotten in the annals of history, and hence no one remembers him...Just like How no one remembers how Bhuvan defeated the English as per the movie Lagaan!

Anyways, excited over the discovery, The Fédération Internationale de l'Automobile (FIA, founded in 1904, but relevant since 1940s) mobilized everything they could get and standardized a set of rules, which till date are changed every year.

Over the years, Formula racing became a term that refers to various forms of open wheeled single seater motorsport, Formula One, indicates that it is intended to be the most advanced and most competitive of the FIA's racing formula.

Bernie Ecclestone, Who?
Bernie Ecclestone a.k.a 'F1 Supremo' is the president and CEO of Formula One Management and Formula One Administration. In short, he unoficially owns F1.

Controversy does surround him, but then which celebrity isn't a victim of controversy. His business aptitude made F1 into a billion dollar industry today! Many say that he lacks vision for the future... hmm, strange to say for a man who actually saw the future in the past!

So What is the sport?
A Formula One Grand Prix (pronounced as 'pree' and not 'pricks', you ignorant wannabes!) event spans a weekend, beginning with two free practice sessions on Friday (except in Monaco, where Friday practices are moved to Thursday), and one free practice on Saturday. This is to ensure that the drivers do not make fools of themselves on race day by not 'knowing' the car well.

Additional drivers (commonly known as third drivers, deemed good enough to be in the team but bad enough to actually race) are allowed to run on Fridays, but only two cars may be used per team, requiring a race driver to give up their seat. Thus the 3rd driver serves as a guinea pig; a fall guy, to ensure the best driver doesn't screw up on race day.

A Qualifying session is held after the last free practice session. This session determines the starting order for the race. The person who zigzags around the track in the fastest time possible will start the race in the front-called as the 'pole position'. The rules change every now and then. Just to ensure who starts at the beginning, teams waste all resources like fuel, time and money.

Can't they draw straws instead??

Well, no! 'Coz that is not what F1 racing is about..If it were, then no one would watch it!

Then D-Day comes on Sunday!
The race begins with a warm-up formation lap (its like when you were small and used to play cricket, you always asked for a trial ball when you came to bat...that way.)

After this, the cars assemble on the starting grid in the order they qualified. When seen from above, they are in a zigzag position... just like the bristles on a Colgate Zig-Zag toothbrush seen from the side.

They begin the race, they drive for the number of stipulated rounds around the track (each round is called a 'lap'). The person who manages to stay in front at the last lap of the race wins... Unless you are Mika Hakkinen who manages to lead an entire race, only to blow it up on the last lap and retire from the race (Spain 2001).

After the race, the top 3 finishers park their cars, head off to the podium and receive their trophies after the National anthems are played .They then spray Champagne on each other, and give whatever remains, to their pit crew, below the podium.

I haven't covered the entire set of rules and regulations as they are prone to changes every year. I recommend visiting http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Formula_One_regulations for a better explanation and http://www.formula1.com to know more about the wonderful sport of Formula One Racing!

Well, in a nutshell, apart from being a Function key on the computer keyboard, F1 is also a sport wherein sophisticated speed junkies called 'drivers' mindlessly drive their specially built cars around a tarmac (called a racing track) at various locations throughout the world throughout the year, guzzling oodles of fuel contributing to global warming, losing lots of weight, having no loo breaks in between, in a bid to achieve world supremacy, just to find himself under great pressure to defend it the next year, something which the crowd derives great pleasure from.

Thanks to Wikipedia.com for references. Hope I don't get shunned by our F1 community in Mumbai and hope they don't put a fatwa on me, banning me from all future F1 events for this piece...And Nash, I know you still love F1, esp. Kimi...Cheers!

The Autobiography of Death

The Autobiography of Death.

Hi...I am Death! I'm the guy that roams around with the sickle in a black suit and look like a distant cousin of the guy from the movie "Scream"(You know, the one that killed everyone in the movie, except the lead actress. Pity, he was human!)

I'm the guy that gently tells people," Hullo, you're next!", and they have to say this clichéd line-" You're the last guy I wanna meet/see!!"

So, how is it the way I am? Why do many people hate me? Why do some people love me? Why do some people think I have a lack of social life?

So, just to clear out all the clutter, I have decided to use Sudhir as my 'ghostwriter' and write my own autobiography.

I, Death, was 'born' in eternity. Some say I am 'God', but then, I preferred being called 'death'. There was two more who were there with me, all having equal strength...The eldest of all triplets, we decided to call 'God', and he would create everything. I called myself 'death' and would destroy everything. We were freaking confused as to what the middle one would do... So after thinking it over a nice cuppa, we decided that the middle one will be the link between the creator and the destroyer. But still, we were unsure what to call the middle one.

While we were brainstorming about his role, he quietly slipped outta the room and went out. Somehow, he decided to be on his own, coz he felt disillusioned with us.

Now, we were in a quandary. God created something out of reasons best known to him. But I couldn't destroy anything without reason. I mean, what benchmark was i gonna set?

One hand, God was just creating things, and on the other hand, I was just twiddling my fingers waiting to know when I was supposed to do something.

You see, when we got into all of this Universe creation and all, we decided to set some rules. One of them was "Everything happens for a reason". A corollary was also set-'For every action there's and equal and opposite reaction'[Screw you, Newton!! Uhh, well i did, didn't I? Snigger!!]

Then one day outta nowhere, the middle one came. Said He," See, I've got trees, abundant water, fresh air, green grass, colorful flowers....Ha! What’ve you got except your skull-like face?"[To be honest here, I did look scary...God was the best looker, followed by the middle one]

And then, outta sheer frustration, I took what my hand could find, and struck my brother. I felt power so great, that I now knew I was indestructible.... Not even the creator could stop me now... I was great!"

And then it dawned...I just struck my brother... He was not living...So what was he now? Even God couldn't figure it out. He seemed so...lifeless. Almost like as if he were sleeping without breathing! He was cold... the weather, which a moment ago was pleasant, had turned chilly.

"WHAT IS GOING ON???WHY ISN'T HE SPEAKING??"

I turned to look what I was holding,,, A sickle... I didn't even know it existed...

I had now started what I was here for.... I knew I didn't need a reason to do what ever I wanted... I was liberated from rules!

And this troubled God...said he, in a tone never heard before," Death, be not proud!"

Wasting no time, God started on what would become a mega creation... To keep me sane, and to prevent me from harming him. Of course, in my right mind I couldn't harm him, because apart from God, I had no one else now...

For the next 6 cycles of sunset, he created the most fascinating things. Things I wouldn't dream of. Things which God felt I couldn't harm because they were fascinating.

But God knew, when I killed the middle one, I had lost my last sense of attachment, and to fulfill my destiny, I could never be attached to anything-material or immaterial!

On the 7th cycle of sunset (known to this material world as 'day'), God seemed to ask himself endless questions...for the entire day, he was asking himself questions, some
I recall over hearing," Is this creation worth it?”, “Is this right?”, "What if it destroys itself?"...and hundreds and millions of questions. I was least bothered.

And finally, he came near me. Said he, “What happened to the middle one was sad. We had our rules in place, and I thought they were just, true and fair. But it took the middle one just a few moments to make you break them. You may have wronged in destroying him, but you were right too. There is no place for complacency and mistrust. If we are to become satisfied with what we have, how can we make ourselves better? The laws will state that Evolution is necessary...."

"And to be fair and just, I have decided..."

“Since when have you started to decide on things, God?"

“It is a path I choose... I choose to decide what is best for everything...It is my destiny....And as I was saying, I have decided, in all fairness, that the middle one be bought back..."

"NO CHANCE... “Screamed I, “His is mine!!!"

“.... he middle one will be bought back...in another form...He shall be the link between you and me. As long as he is there, so are you and me...because without him, our destinies can never be fulfilled!"

"Think again God, It is better to think it over again"

“Made up my mind, I have already. As my equal, I want you to be in this with me"

"So you are creating something, that will eventually be destroyed by me...and we fulfill both our destinies…”

"Yes...and no.....I was so hurt that my own blood had killed the other, I went into a wretched depression... This strange feeling, I had never felt. I did not create this feeling.
So what was it that was giving rise to this feeling? The law, I saw forth my vision,'For every action there's an equal and opposite reaction'. Then I knew it-'To get this depression out, I needed to counter it with something beautiful; Something that gave hope...Something like all my creations in the past 6 days.I have created something enchanting in the past 6 days, now I am getting tired. But, the memory of the middle one still remains and it is good that it will remain, because his existence wasn't the cause of the event that happened.; rather it was our inability to know what we had to let him know! It happened because of all of us, which eventually led us to our destinies
[Universal Law# whatever happens, happens for the best!] What better way to commemorate his existence than by letting him enjoy what we have worked hard for..."

"And of course, dear death, I know that you will not part with his soul. So, I decided to create a being today...Someone, who will be a link between us, and who shall enjoy the creations...in memory"

"A being??? That will be highly impossible to create!!!” spoke I...

“Nothing is impossible if you have your heart and mind to do it...I have created him... I shall henceforth call him 'Adamanushya'. He shall be known as 'Adam' to some, 'Manushya' to some...or just 'Man'.

"And if your creation is an action, what is its opposite?"

"That, too, shall come"

It turns out that God created Man and let him loose on earth(his major creation!), but had rules so stringent, that he wouldn't go our brother's way.

His opposite creation was called a 'Woman'/'Streeve'. And then chaos began, which is well documented by all scriptures.

Man went on and created things of his own... He created bad things and he created good things. I wasn't complaining, because I went on fulfilling my destiny.

For each creation of God, there was my destruction. No sooner a baby was born, than I took away the life of its old neighbour. It went on and on and on...

One day, God came up to me and asked," Eons have passed... my creations are slowly dwindling."

"Hmm...I know"

"Death, I see that people have also taken to killing each other.."

"Don't say I didn't warn you", I remarked...

"No...my purpose of asking you this is, what about those whose destinies were left unfulfilled just because someone decided to fulfill theirs? Do they not deserve a chance to do what they have to?"

And after endless deliberation, we finally decided this:
-Living beings will only be bought back to Life under special circumstances, immediately after death
-Introducing a concept of 'reincarnation', wherein after the death of a person, his/her soul would be given an other special chance to do what is needed to fulfill their destinies.

At first it seemed to be weird, but then we got the hang of it...

Time passed, people came and went...The souls of the good were sent to the heavens while those of the bad were sent to hell. Lucifer, in all his evilness, made sure that he
had the highest number of souls in his kingdom of Hell. But, I wasn't bothered...my duties involved no attachment to either God or Lucifer. I was on my own, deciding who
should return back to life, who should be reincarnated or just whose life should end. With this great power came great responsibilities, something which Stan Lee of
Spiderman fame made it more famous.

Umpteen poems, couplets and prose have been written on me. Each one glorifying me, or criticizing me; being scared of me or not being scared of me...and even writings which were untrue to many-an-extent!

I am not who you think I am...Just because I am associated with taking something beautiful like life doesn’t mean I am a misanthrope...

Just because I look less handsome doesn't mean I am evil

I have no feelings because I am not attached to anything...

You may say, if I don't care about how people feel for me, why write this?

It is because Sudhir had nothing to do on a Sunday, and wondered whom to bore the blazes out of someone....!

It’s funny how he approached me.... He asked me 'what do you know about the relation between 45, Corpus Christi, Basker-Phoenix and 1:34???'

Hmmm...We never got to answering that, but we sure did write about me...

So, there it is... My journey so far....my quotidian work...As long as people exist; life of any sort exists; I fulfill my destiny. I need life more than anyone...Without it, I am as good as non-existent. With people killing among themselves, with the earth not able to sustain itself for long, and with the bleak future that threatens to continue… when I shall take the last life on earth, where will I turn to? With no earth left, where will I send the reincarnated? God will make newer creations elsewhere, but I am worried if I get attached to planet earth...because, when I see people not having a proper direction in their lives, when they are waiting for me to take over them, I see the Middle One in each one of them...

This is the Life of Death...