illicit jaunts - this business...

Whats the point? eh?


I am equally flabbergasted.

illicit jaunts - suicide

I am not a suicidal maniac…
but it just makes me think a lot..

If a person commits suicide, he is defying all the rules …

A person becomes a rebel when he defies rules… God wants us to live and oneday he impels death on us when he wants….. Y does he do so? So, its him who decides wht to do with us….

One who suicides always poses a question to GOD..

He committed suicide because his mind was not feeling well, he could not face certain circumstances…. why did they arise - in the first place?

But when he decides to do this on his own rather than waiting for GOD to walk him through all those problems.. or take his life meanwhile…. then is it an scarper?

God wants us to play tht role beautifully.
Man defies his decisions.. what if one questions God’s authority?

Thts what is happening with a suicide…
One who has responsibilities of life…. Wife, children, parents, friends….
These are forced on him , attached to him without his permission being asked..( this shud b the way the one who suicides will think.. i have diff. Opinion)
So why not run away from the forcibles?

He is seeking freedom from his image….

Let him.

illicit jaunts - Death

Every post-death story is about a person who was greater than the original one who passed away.
All say gracious things about him....

Did he try to become the person others hail he WAS ?
Did he hide such a person deep inside?

Or is it that the words come from each beneficiary show a particular perspective of the deceased?
How come then when we see these profiles together, the image always becomes larger than life?

OR was it because he didnt get enough time and circumstances to adjust into the tailor-made image?

We always see him as the one who he always wanted to be...........
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Death took him. Not me.

Not that i will finish what he had started..

It could have been me - instead of him.... Still..

We were not doing the same thing... Still..

Death took him. Not me.
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How many days have it been since Death got a victim...!
It returns most days empty-handed. Starved for most days lately.
Somehow when it gets a chance, new medicines arise, new surgeries, new methodologies...
Victims, who watch each of their steps not to fall in its trap...
Victims, who stays at different places not to be confronted with it...
Persons, constitutions, Projects, Calenders...... every planned step interrogates the very being of Death.

Sometimes,
Sometimes Death goes crazy.
Mines fall. Volcanoes erupt. Earth quakes. Mountains overturn. Vehicles crash.
small small treats...delicacies...