Oct 28, 2011

10% Extortion

How important is God to you?
Do you deem it important to honor Him with the first fruits of your increase/income? Or do you just think tithing is a one way to keep the church off your back?
Do you have a pastor who pesters you to part with more of your money so that the overheads of the church is met?

While Christianity in India has a long history of evangelism and has roots that can be traced back to the Apostles, the past decade or so have seen an explosion of missionaries visiting India to spread The Good News.

I know churches that works with the lowest of the low and strives to make a truly wonderful change amongst the community it works with. Thatched roofs Churches where the faithful gather to hear the Word of God and the pastor does not have a mic but the congregation still picks up every word he says. 

I recently met a pastor, an American, who has been nagging his church members to give 'generously'.
So what's wrong with the picture here?
Here's what-
- The pastor, sponsored by the mother church in the US, earns in a month, probably the equivalent of what a middle class family would earn in an year.
- He stays with his Wife plus 4 kids in a very expensive home in an exclusive neighborhood, besides all the other material trappings that a upper middle class family should possess.
- He insists that his church members pay for the electricity and other overheads of the church. Generously.
- While he quotes scriptures to prove his point and urge his church members to fork out the extra rupee, I remember the famously quoted line: 'Even the devil can quote scriptures'.
His ruse is that true Christians need to support the church financially so that the church can spread. Image that comes to my mind: Like the tentacles of an Octopus.
Now, I don't have anything against missionaries who have put their western way of life on hold for the Indian toilet, but I do find it a huge insult when we have missionaries who come, start churches in a air-conditioned hall of a building and expect us to meet their electricity and living expenses.
While none of the members have voiced out their concerns and their reservations, what I need to understand is why the dear pastor cannot forgo his so generous salary if is truly concerned about the rising overheads.
While much of the US has already been invaded by televangelists, the many wolves in sheep clothing have now turned their sights on India. An emerging market.

Do we really have the right attitude towards God?
When we insist church members to tithe generously, isn't it against the true spirit of giving out of free will?
Why do we let church leaders manipulate the scriptures for their own will?
Does giving money absolve you and complete your duties towards God?

A good family friend of mine, 'donates' a certain portion of their time every week towards bible study. Although they cannot afford to give 'generously', they consider this as their way of offering their talents to the Almighty.

After growing for nearly 2000 years, Christianity has now taken a beating in the past decade because of it's dubious practitioners.

Oct 27, 2011

Review: G.ONE to the D.OGS

Now, I love movies. May not be a movie buff and I won't care to know who is the sound technician or the art director of a movie, but I certainly enjoy movies. I am quite opiniated when it comes to reviewing movies and I am mostly right when it comes to judging movies. Touche`

So, what kind of movies do I watch? 
Well, all movies are fair game. 

So starting this week, I'll review one movie that I watched.
Michael Jackson in neon?!

And this week, it's Ra.One at the slaughter house.

You must be either dead or buried alive to have missed all the hype and paid excitement about the most expensive bollywood movie to date - Ra.one
Now, this is going to be really nasty but I must admit I was once a strong Shah Rukh Khan (simply known as SRK) fan. But those were the good ol days, when we would see him only in good movies and less advertisements.
And then the good king of la-la land decided he was not been seen enough.

Fast forward a few years and now it is impossible to miss an advt that has his grimacing face or his famous stutter in a normal human day.
While I cannot help but applaud how he has realized his dream of being the face of every possible product/service that can be sold in India, why must we be subject to his Utopia?

So what if he has minus one fan to his billions, SRK is proud to be the arrogant, sore loser and indifferent bollywood star who is on hire for dancing and hosting your next wedding party.

Ra.One, his magnum opus was hyped so much that I'd expected the movie to bomb pretty badly. And I hate it when my predictions come true.
His incredibly well lubricated PR machine made sure that all you saw on any channel was an advt about Ra.One. But alas, not all the money in the world can really make up for awful visual effects, cold as dead fish storyline or actors who parade through the movie like many zombies on prozac. The movie lacks any of the pizazz of an Hollywood flick and is at best choppy and a snooze fest. Thank god for the air-conditioned multiplexes.
Surely, Ra.One will be able to get all its costs back in a few days, if it hasn't already. But would I recommend that you watch it? I don't think so.
Although the movie does have some big names, the entire plot looks contrived and very kitschy. Too many songs? Definitely.
If you are fan of any of the big stars in the movie, you will be disappointed at the pace the movie goes through. Pained even.
If you are big fan of special effects, sorry, there isn't much in here for you either. Surely, this movie does show that FX in Indian cinema is coming of age, but to a generation that has been breast fed on Star Wars and Superman movies, some of the FX scenes in this movies are painful to swallow.
As I finished the movie, I could not decide which I felt stronger. Violated or relieved. 
Violated, because of the visual and emotional mess that I had to endure.
Relieved, because I could finally put all the hype behind me and start a new life tomorrow.

My Rating: 4

What does the ratings mean?
0-4  : Not worth your presence in the same zip code as the TV/Theatre.
5-7  : Err... the movie is pretty, but it's definitely missing something. A storyline, that is.
8-10: 'Drop-the-dishes, stop-the-sex, jaw-dropping, that-is-incredible' 2 hours of movie experience

Oct 26, 2011

Nothing else matters...

Over the past several weeks, I've seen how people treat you when you get ahead in life.
Failures, that's fine. They will console and comfort you. But it is when you get ahead of them in life that you begin to see the knives coming at you. Some of them even believe you've betrayed them! What you get is a lot of cold shoulders and malicious back-room gossip. All this just because you got a promotion.
We, Indians are not known to be sore losers. I mean, take for instance the way we react when our (mediocre) cricket team loses. While we are swift to kick their collective asses when they win, we love to rub it in when the team wins too.
As a nation, we love to think that we strive for excellence and pride ourselves on being hard working people. But are we really?
While we are taught to aim for everything good in life, very few know how to get there or to be patient while we get there.

Having worked for almost 8 years now, when I achieved my first career milestone earlier this month, I first thanked Jesus. It wasn't a moment too soon or too late. It was perfect! For all the interviews that I failed, and for all the life lessons I've learned over the past couple of years, I knew there was a purpose behind all the pain. While I've seen 'staunch' Christians flocking to God only when they are in pain and in times of good fortune, I've rarely seen any of them surrendering themselves when they hit rock bottom and remaining with Him when they rise. Most people assume a promotion, a good job, a child after a long wait and such milestones are because of their merit. Because they deserved it. Because they worked for it.
I think otherwise. While it is true that Jesus abhors a lazy person, He has also said, I'll never leave you nor forsake you. Not of my merit but of His grace.

What a wonderful promise!
Maybe, we forget to remember this promise.
Or maybe, we use this promise as a crutch rather than a ladder.
Many fair-weather Christians that I know of think they are automatically blessed by virtue of their faith.
If having a stethoscope makes you a doctor, going to a church and swearing by His name makes you christian. But definitely not citizens of His Kingdom.

Myth: When you grow up, people will respect and honor you.
Fact: You get what you give.

Over the past couple of years, I've learned the importance of interceding for the many who are lost.
If you are filled with hatred, remorse and you are unwilling to wait on the Lord, you aren't going to get much further from where you started. It's a vicious cycle. 
Truth is you only reap what you sow.
Too many people, especially Christians think they are blessed if they get a plum promotion or if they get a good job/wife/car/lottery.
But I've learned that none of this really matters at the end of the day. When your time to go comes, it really does not matter if you are a CEO or a lowly student. It does not matter how many Bentley you've owned or the debts that you had. Are you ready to meet your Creator without any of the urges of the world?
Learn to be patient with those who test you. Even on those who cut in front of you in a queue or skip lanes on the road.
Give thanks for the many blessings and life lessons you've learned. Yes, even the bitter ones. Pray for those who've hurt you, and ask for their forgiveness. You will need forgiveness too.

Pray. Praise the Lord. Even with you hit rock bottom.
Love. Even your enemies.
Forgive. Even when they have done the gravest sin against you. Trust me. You will feel a whole lot better when you let go of all that hatred.
While I still consider myself a toddler when it comes to Christianity, I know that with Jesus 
by my side, I'd need nothing else.

Read this note on the internet:
I have a relationship with Jesus.......Not a Religion.
I have a relationship with Jesus.......Not a Ritual.
I have a relationship with my Sisters and Brothers.......Not a Race.

Oct 19, 2011

What if

Have you ever pondered on how your life would have changed if something in your past didn't or did happen?

I have. I've wondered how my life would've changed if..
... I'd studied Architecture like I wanted to.
.. if I hadn't rebelled and started to live on my own.
.. if I hadn't dated all the wrong women.
.. if I hadn't lost my dad to Cancer.
.. if I was still with my ex.

While I still don't have all the answers, I do know that I wouldn't have been half as joyful as I am today if all that happened to me didn't happen.

Of course, in a fictitious parallel universe, I would have been happy but we live in a very real world.
A world where good and evil is as real as God and Satan, where we need to pay for our mistakes, our errs of judgement and moments of folly.
If I had a chance to change all the unpleasant things in my life, would I? No.

Thank God, I didn't study Architecture, because I would've never realized how much I loved writing.
Thank God I rebelled and decided to live on my own, because I now know that I can survive if I were to do this all over again.
Thank God I dated the wrong women, because I now know that beauty is the most deceptive measure to base a relationship on.
Thank God, my Dad passed away with a disease that he researched all his career because I now have a renewed appreciation for all the agony and trauma that both the sufferer and their loved ones go through.
And thank God, I am not with my ex, because I know that she could've never been the wife, the daughter-in-law and person that my parents will need.

For all the things that could've been but didn't, I thank God for all that happened. Cliched as it would sound, everything took it's time but eventually worked out in the most marvelous way.

Oct 18, 2011

Able and Willing.. Part 2

The Freedom Foundation
AIDS is an absolutely tragic disease. The argument about AIDS' being some kind of divine retribution is crap.
Visiting The Freedom Foundation, my team and I were reminded of how easily we can discriminate. 
If my earlier posts gave you a glimpse of what happens with a government with blinkers, our weekend with the children showed me how wonderfully well behaved and ordinary they all were.
Two weekends ago, Neetha and I decided to pay them another visit. And this time with a small surprise. We decided to cook some gulab jamuns knowing that the kids love sweets. We set about making 100 gulab jamuns, and took it to them while it was still warm.
Anyone who's given a child a surprise can vouch for how much fun and satisfying it is to see the smile on their faces.
Much like an advt for a credit card, their smiles were 'Priceless'!

The Friendship Foundation
The Team that made it possible!

The mentally challenged, a term that is often interchanged with mental illness can be grossly misleading.
Visiting and working with The Friendship Foundation this past week gave me a whole new appreciation of the way amazing work that mental care professionals do among the specially abled.
While I realised why it is so easy to ignore the specially challenged, I also noticed why we have very little progress among those who needed help.
Brushing aside the tons of research that has been documented, nations like India can definitely benefit if all that research is put to good practice.
Nearly all of the children that I met were very well behaved, had no airs about themselves and were ambitious. Most wanted a career in the army and the police.
The more severely affected children made me realise how easy it is for people to victimize them. Oblivious, they don't care and won't know if you are a scheming a**hole or a sexual predator. They would trust you with all the innocence of a 1 year old.
I guess as parents, we sometimes wish our children never grow up and remain the cute, cuddly baby that would gurgle, giggle and roll around in the floor.
But we so easily learn to ignore children who are trapped in a body of an adult.
Are we being fair?

Oct 13, 2011

44 days

Reposted
This is a true story that happened in Japan in 1988.

A 17 year old girl named Furuta Junko, was kidnapped and then tortured by 4 boys with very unimaginable way and finally death after 44 days.

For you who can`t stand read something that is so cruel, don’t read this. Please join the Facebook Group, that was made in her honor.

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The crime:

In November of 1988, Boy A (18), Boy B (Jo Kamisaku, 17; Kamisaku was a new family name he took after being released from prison), Boy C (16) and Boy D (17) from Tokyo abducted Furuta, a second year high school (grade 11) student from Saitama Prefecture in Misato, for 44 days. They kept her captive in the house owned by the parents of Boy C.

To forestall a manhunt, Boy A coerced Furuta into calling her own parents and telling them that she had run away from home, but was with “a friend” and was not in danger. He also browbeat her into posing as one of the boys’ girlfriends when the parents of the house where she was held were around, but when it became clear that the parents would not call the police, he dropped this pretext.

Furuta tried to escape several times, begging the parents of Boy C more than once to help her, but they did nothing, apparently out of fear that Boy A would hurt them. Boy A was at the time a low-level yakuza leader and had bragged that he could use his connections to kill anyone who interfered.

According to their statements at their trial, the four of them raped her, beat her, introduced foreign objects including an iron rod into her vagina, made her drink her own urine and was fed cockroaches, inserted fireworks into her anus, and set them off, forced Furuta to masturbate, cut her nipple with pliers, dropped dumbbells onto her stomach, and burned her with cigarettes and lighters. (One of the burnings was punishment for attempting to call the police.)

At one point her injuries were so severe that according to one of the boys it took more than an hour for her to crawl downstairs to use the bathroom. They also related that “possibly a hundred different people” knew that Furuta had been imprisoned there, but it is not clear if this means they visited the house at different times while she was imprisoned there, or themselves either raped or abused her.

When the boys refused to let her leave, she begged them on several occasions to “kill (her) and get it over with“.

On January 4, 1989, using one of the boys’ loss at mah-jongg as a pretext, the four beat her with an iron barbell, poured lighter fluid on her legs, arms, face and stomach, and set her on fire. She died later that day of shock.

The four boys claimed that they were not aware of how badly injured she was, and that they believed she had been malingering.
The killers hid her corpse in an 55-gallon drum filled with cement; the perpetrators disposed the drum in a tract of reclaimed land in Koto, Tokyo.

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Arrest and punishment

The boys were arrested and tried as adults; but, because of Japanese handling of crimes committed by juveniles, their identities were sealed by the court. However, a weekly magazine Shukan Bunshun reported their real names, claiming “Human rights aren’t needed for brutes.” Furuta’s real name and details about her personal life were reported exhaustively in the media. Kamisaku was judged as a sub leader, at least according to the official trial.

The four boys pled guilty to a reduced charge of “committing bodily injury that resulted in death“, rather than murder. Boy A’s parents sold their house for approximately 50 million yen and paid this as compensation to Furuta’s family.

For his participation in the crime, Kamisaku served eight years in a juvenile prison before he was released, in August 1999. In July 2004, he was arrested for assaulting an acquaintance, whom he believed to be luring a girlfriend away from him, and allegedly bragged about his earlier infamy. Kamisaku was sentenced to seven years in prison for the beating.

Junko’s parents were dismayed by the sentences received by their daughter’s killers, and enjoined a civil suit against the parents of the boy in whose home the crimes were committed. When some of the convictions were overturned on the basis of problematic physical evidence (the semen and pubic hair recovered from the body did not match those of the boys who were arrested), the lawyer handling the civil suit decided there was no case to be made and refused to represent them further. (There is speculation that the evidence may have been contaminated—for example, by unidentified persons who raped Furuta.)

One of the most disturbing parts of this true story is that her killers are now free. After putting Junko Furuta through all that suffering, they are free men!!! And only have 8 years in prison.

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“A high-school girl was abducted by four teenaged hooligans while she was on her way to work. They took her to the house of a friend, held her in his bedroom, and for the next forty-five days enacted every imaginable form of abuse on her (and some you wouldn’t want to imagine). They gang-raped her—both with their own bodies and with an assortment of foreign objects—beat her, kicked her, doused her extremities with lighter fluid and set her on fire, and probably did many other things to her that went undocumented by either her tormentors or the police. They mocked her pain. They held her down and dropped barbells on her stomach. This last bit of torture was more than she could withstand, and after going into convulsions she apparently either strangled on her own vomit or simply died from her beatings. When the boys were questioned later about why they didn’t do anything during her seizure, they replied, “We assumed she was faking it.”

“She tried to escape, more than once. The first time, she was caught in the process of making a phone call. The second time, she ran into the parents of the boy who lived there; apparently they had known all along what was gong on. She begged them to help her, but they refused; his friend had criminal connections, and they didn’t want to get into trouble, too. After her death, they taped her arms and legs together, threw her into a 55-gallon drum, filled it with cement, and dumped it in an empty lot. The body wasn’t recovered until almost a year later. The ringleader of the whole incident served seven years in prison and is now a free man.”

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What they did to her and the suffering

These horrifying things done to Junko Furuta had been collected through the Japanese court trial of the case, and blogs from 1989. They show the pain that Junko Furuta had to endure before she was finally dead. All this had happened to her while she was still alive. They are disturbing, but the truth.

All of this had happened.

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DAY 1: November 22, 1988: Kidnapped
Kept captive in house, and posed as one of boy’s girlfriend
Raped (over 400 times in total)
Forced to call her parents and tell them she had run away
Starved and malnutritioned
Fed cockroaches to eat and urine to drink
Forced to masturbate
Forced to strip in front of others
Burned with cigarette lighters
Foreign objects inserted into her vagina/anus

DAY 11: December 1, 1988: Severely beat up countless times
Face held against concrete ground and jumped on
Hands tied to ceiling and body used as a punching bag
Nose filled with so much blood that she can only breath through her mouth
Dumbbells dropped onto her stomach
Vomited when tried to drink water (her stomach couldn’t accept it)
Tried to escape and punished by cigarette burning on arms
Flammable liquid poured on her feet and legs, then lit on fire
Bottle inserted into her anus, causing injury

DAY 20: December10, 1989: Unable to walk properly due to severe leg burns
Beat with bamboo sticks
Fireworks inserted into anus and lit
Hands smashed by weights and fingernails kracked
Beaten with golf club
Cigarettes inserted into vagina
Beaten with iron rods repeatedly
Winter; forced outside to sleep in balcony
Skewers of grilled chicken inserted into her vagina and anus, causing bleeding

DAY 30: Hot wax dripped onto face
Eyelids burned by cigarette lighter
Stabbed with sewing needles in chest area
Left nipple cut and destroyed with pliers
Hot light bulb inserted into her vagina
Heavy bleeding from vagina due to scissors insertion
Unable to urinate properly
Injuries were so severe that it took over an hour for her to crawl downstairs and use the bathroom
Eardrums severely damaged
Extreme reduced brain size

DAY 40: Begged her torturers to “kill her and get it over with”

January 1, 1989: Junko greets the New Years Day alone
Body mutilated
Unable to move from the ground

DAY 44: January 4, 1989: The four boys beat her mutilated body with an iron barbell, using a loss at the game of Mah-jongg as a pretext. She is profusely bleeding from her mouth and nose. They put a candle’s flame to her face and eyes.

Then, lighter fluid was poured onto her legs, arms, face and stomach, and then lit on fire. This final torture lasted for a time of two hours.

Junko Furuta died later that day, in pain and alone. Nothing could compare 44 days of suffering she had to go through.

When her mother heard the news and details of what had happened to her daughter, she fainted. She had to undergo a psychiatric outpatient treatment . Imagine her endless pain.

This story from 1989 is true. Please spread her story around. Everyone should know about the existence of Junko Furuta’s unimaginable and incomprehensible suffering, and this is why this group has been made.

Oct 12, 2011

What's the point?

Ok, so off goes Jobs.
While some of us (moi included) have already bid him farewell in our own inimitable ways, much of the world are still obsessed about him.

Why all the fuss? I ask myself.
Does he really deserve all this fawning and adoration?
While we are still debating on this, nearly every new age gadget geek worth his iPoop wants him to be declared the 'Greatest'. Really?

For a want to adore, we rush to label people, places and events with adjectives that far outweigh their significance.
Why do we rush to heap superlatives?
Encourage. Don't idolize. Recognize. Don't immortalize.

In an average day, you'd be bombarded with commercials that proclaim to sell the greatest, the best and fastest, the smartest, the thinnest, the fattest and everything awesome.
You'd meet people who think they are the best thing since sliced bread and events that are 'to die for'. But at the end of the day, does all of this really make a difference to our lives?

The greatest people are those who could've but didn't want to make a bunch of money for themselves but chose to give it all away while still remaining anonymous.
The greatest events are those that made a positive change in humanity.
The greatest products are those that helped mankind while their inventors chose to remain unrewarded.
Our rich history is replete is many instances of brave and strong men and women who did things in their lives that were truly selfless and great.
They are not be your typical Page 3 personality. They definitely didn't make money and most of them perhaps lived very simple lives.

Greatness is not a term that we can afford to use to describe a very gifted entrepreneur.
The Bible defines a great person as whoever humbles himself/herself the most. 
(Matt. 20:26-28)
In a world that is weeping, surely we have a million ways to be truly great.

So while the world fetes and mourns about their celebrities, there is ten other people who are working in slums and villages and among people that time and the rest of the world forgot, striving to make the difference in their lives. 

Off the hat, I could think of Abraham Lincoln, MK Gandhi, Nelson Mandela, Louis Pasteur, Jonas Salk and a couple of dozen others as those who truly deserve to be called 'Great'. As for the others, the true test of greatness will lie in how history recognizes them for the wonderful way they improved the life of their fellow human beings.

Oct 10, 2011

love conquers all

They say a smile is a much better way of exercising your facial muscles than a frown.


The sixth project that I'll be doing as part of the biggest Community Service program of its kind in Bangalore, I was able to visit The Friendship Foundation this past Saturday.
Tucked away, nestled between a busy railway track and a sprawling apartment block, I had difficulty locating the NGO. They had no signage. I was later told that they did have signage but as innocent victims of haphazard development, nearly all of them were uprooted by the most recent civil construction that happened. The first sign of public apathy and civic shortsightedness.

I was able to spend some quality time with Elizabeth Benjamin, founder of the NGO and mental health Professional.
I got to learn about their philosophy and a little about mental retardation. What amazed me was how the foundation's school is very similar to any other institute you'd stumble across in Karnataka. As a principle, they do not sedate or otherwise medicate children who are unruly, because of the obvious medical side-effects of such techniques.
Though Ashalaya, was founded as a Home for the intellectually challenged thirty years ago, The Friendship Foundation is the brainchild of Elizabeth's daughter who is a qualified Psychologist and mental health Professional, believed the society needed an institution who could foster life skills and quality education to those who cannot afford expensive special schools.
Not an asylum, not a hospital, this Foundation has been doing groundbreaking work in rehabilitating special people (Yes, because that's what they are: Special)

Between kinder-garden and ninth grade, the Foundation has around 200 students. Mainly from families that cannot afford other schools.
Some have gone on to pass their tenth grade and get jobs in the mainstream society.
Take for example, Vignesh, an adorable 12 year old boy. He is the youngest resident and a bundle of activity. Mute, yet vivacious and full of energy, he has been here for close five years now. With an IQ of 53, he has the mental age of a two year old but I was able to see how wonderfully well behaved he was. He was able to comprehend and obey instructions and recognize and recollect pictures off books. We communicated with smiles and pats on the back.
Vignesh!

Movies have distorted our collective vision of mental illnesses and people with special needs. While some movies choose to present special people in an unflattering way, most movies are just outright inhumane.

Through the course of the day, I was able to understand how it is so easy to ignore a special person. People who are intellectually challenged are not fussy. They can't fight for their rights. They won't fight you if you jump in front of them in a line. They won't pick up an argument if you are giving them the cold shoulder. While the society extracts its share of practical jokes and pun on 'mental people', the truth is that they suffer in a way that you and I cannot comprehend. I've never had to interact with a special person until last week and I bet most of us would never have had to and that is the reason why our societies view intellectually challenged people in a way that is simply not right.
One of the most important fact I learned was how dementia and mental illnesses have very little in common with retardation. Retardation is not an illness and as the name suggests, is just a sign that neurological development didn't happen at the time it was supposed to happen for various reasons, mostly during pregnancy.

They need all the love that we can give them. They after all not asking for privileges but opportunities to be understood.
I've said this often and I'll say this again - As people who has been created by the same God, in His image, with all the love and tenderly care that only He can think of, they deserve to be treated with equality and love.

In the meanwhile, I'm looking forward to visiting the Foundation in the coming weeks.
I've got a date with God's Special People.

Oct 6, 2011

Death - your Comfort break



With the number of high profile people who have died this year, 2011 is truly turning into a tragic year that the world history will remember forever.
While the media might be ready with their obituaries, how do relatives and loved ones of those who died cope up with the irreparable loss?
For most celebrities vying for their 15 minutes of fame, high profile deaths will be a way to rehash half chewed emotions and cheap sentiments.
Death is a scary thought. I remember how scared and upset I would get when my parents would mention their deaths.
Most kids and over-grown adults still get ruffled up and refuse to accept any talk of their loved one's death.

But is death really a bad thing?
You could be the biggest billionaire the planet has seen. Or you could be a homeless beggar living on just 32 rupees a day.
You could afford to buy a Bentley every single day and still have money to burn or you could a person who skips a second meal today so that he can eat a single meal tomorrow.
You could be on the cover of Forbes or you could be that random dirty face you pass by at traffic stop.
Death is a relief for all humans. It is that event of your life where your harshest critic and your toughest foe level up.

Death is something like where we finish our act on the main-stage and head back home.
You know that you no longer have to act or pretend. You can finally be yourself.
You don't have to worry about taxes. And if you're famous, your procession will be the last time you'll ever create a traffic jam.
But whether you are rich or poor, all you'll need is just 6 ft of earth.

When the fanfare and the tirade of obituaries die, does it really matter to the person?
Would the recipient of all that glowing eulogy raise up from the coffin and cheer?
All the flowers in the world cannot lessen the pain nor fill the vacuum that person left in the lives of his/her family.

Could we have been less critical and more appreciative of that person when he/she was alive?
Maybe, yes.

Because the world is an unforgiving place to be. 
Let the dead rest in peace, because they deserve it.
RIP
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