What if I die tomorrow?

This would be my last blog post.
I would have not accomplished many of my dreams (especially buying a reflecting telescope and a computer). But then again, the more dreams you realize...the more they proliferate.
Some people will continue thinking I'm better than I really am. Some people will continue thinking I'm worse than I really am.
Some will shed a tear or two for a few days. At least I hope they will! I'm sure Diya will miss me a lot. She's begun to grasp the meaning of death by now.
My priceless books would disintegrate.
My music archive would never be listened to.
My Yahoo account (and some lesser ones) would continue to linger for some time before closing.
I would have died a bachelor. Some lucky woman would have averted the biggest mistake of her life.
I would not have registered for the Cryonics Society.
I would not have said many things that I'll never say anyway.
Downloading COSMOS would remain incomplete.
My Nokia...I don't know what would happen to it.
I would have never owned a Labrador.
My end would have happened where it all began. I wouldn't be too proud of it.
Java, well, it was jinxed anyway.
I would cease to exist. No sweet ripple of existence or conscience (spirit) would exist.
I would not be able to say goodbye to the three women I fell in love with at various points in the life. I eventually fell out of love with the first two. It's the third that would really hurt.
Some who knew me would return to my blog.

I really wouldn't be too fond of dying tomorrow, the day after or ever after. I would just love to be immortal. I'm profoundly hoping nanotechnology and anti-oxidants can do wonders and catch up with me before time does. But the odds are heavily stacked against me.

When the end really comes, a prelude to it may not even be posted.

The year that was

I'm wearing a rather striking shirt, one that makes me feel like a clown fooling around in a graveyard. Roving eyes latch on to me and make me too conscious of myself. Checkered in red, grey, black and maroon, I've excused myself into donning it and looking silly for two reasons. It's Friday and…more importantly, the last working day of the year. Tailored half-a-year back, I never had the courage to wear it, not until today. It's that time of the year when it's time to reflect on the events that transpired. Last year ended on the worst possible note. Dad had expired and I was numb with shock. The repercussions rippled halfway thought this year. Things were so abysmal initially that I had lost the will to live. Acrid in everything I did, I was immensely angered by time phlegmatically flowing through its cadence. It was as if Dad meant nothing to anybody. What right did people have to live the way they always had when Dad was no more? Why was much of the world still ...

The sting operation

There was a guy in school named Subroto Giri, who, we all agreed, was the world's most accident prone person. All the world's ill luck would strike him first before affecting others. We sympathized with him, though we couldn't help occasionally taking a dig at the poor guy. I guess Murphy's law of averages has finally caught up with me. It's now my turn to be the butt of the jokes of my acquaintances. I went to HDFC Bank to sort 2 issues. One was sorted, the other had to wait. It was during my trudge back to my office that I made the mistake of putting my left hand into a hip pocket. Unknown to me, a bee had conveniently lodged itself there. No sooner had I made the intrusion than the bee stung me! My thumb, to be more precise. It felt like my thumb had been amputated. I did the obvious and withdrew my hand with a jerk, not knowing what had hit me. Getting a semblance of what had just happened, I realized to my consternation that the sucker could still be 'in...

Anonymous said…

no ones ever going 2 be immortal ,
dose who r , people hv confution dey exist (god) , and dere should be d end of d world and universe ....ofcourse ur genes ,
dna , and reproductive samples can be stored in d bank ...or dna put into chip wic can be inserted into robot r comp ...robocop

Sunday, July 01, 2007 4:06:00 PM

Sudakshina said…

Let us so live that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry.
- Mark Twain

Monday, September 10, 2007 11:07:00 AM