What is life? , I thought.
There could be so many different definitions, depending on how you look at it. Leave alone other subjects, just scientifically you could define it from a chemical, physical, obviously biological and a possibly mathematical perspective. Which leaves infinite endless arguments all hovering around these four magical letters.
I took out a small green pocket comb and brushed my hair back.
They say, our hair is dead. Some graveyard it was on the scalp of Rapunzel !
Beautiful , isn't it ? Look all over you - the indomitable power of the dead makes you all the more living.
I scratched my armpits.
What is more powerful, then ? Life , or lifelessness?
Good question.
Both, I think. We are locked in this spiritual vacuum - floating as we speak , tightly held in position by nooses from above and below. I am, literally. You are, metaphorically.
And in all these arguments about heaven and hell and afterlife and pre-incarnations, what really boggles me is that everything ends with death. As if the sole purpose of infusing life in a system is to end it. Why create life at all, then ? Even if you did , why make it so precious ? Scared of death ? Not me. Never.
Okay. May be. Slightly.
I unbuttoned my shirt a little, wiped the sweat around my neck with my white handkerchief and made loud noises hitting the door in front of me.
The floor beneath me shook violently.
I took a step back.
What do you do, I thought, when heaven and hell pulls you with equal forces ? Do you remain stuck where you are , or do you expect one of them to get defeated, lose control and let you go to the other half? What if they both forsake you , discard you and leave you in this post-existential void of nothingness ?
That's even worse.
My stomach started grumbling. Partly in fear, partly due to something else. No, I guess it's wholly in fear.
I took out my cell phone. It was outside the coverage area.
I picked up the intercom on the wall. Dead.
Damn it !
Death seems to be at the doorstep, leaving signs everywhere for me.
It's time.
But no. I shall not be defeated this easily. I have fought the Mughals and the English on the battlefield , the West Indians and Australians on the cricket pitch and my wife and my boss till just a few hours ago. And therefore, I inhaled deeply and let out one loud -
Twirrrrrrng ! Gwrrroooong ! Frrrrrrrwissshhhh !!
The power supply returned. Lights blinked back to life.
My elevator started moving again.
There could be so many different definitions, depending on how you look at it. Leave alone other subjects, just scientifically you could define it from a chemical, physical, obviously biological and a possibly mathematical perspective. Which leaves infinite endless arguments all hovering around these four magical letters.
I took out a small green pocket comb and brushed my hair back.
They say, our hair is dead. Some graveyard it was on the scalp of Rapunzel !
Beautiful , isn't it ? Look all over you - the indomitable power of the dead makes you all the more living.
I scratched my armpits.
What is more powerful, then ? Life , or lifelessness?
Good question.
Both, I think. We are locked in this spiritual vacuum - floating as we speak , tightly held in position by nooses from above and below. I am, literally. You are, metaphorically.
And in all these arguments about heaven and hell and afterlife and pre-incarnations, what really boggles me is that everything ends with death. As if the sole purpose of infusing life in a system is to end it. Why create life at all, then ? Even if you did , why make it so precious ? Scared of death ? Not me. Never.
Okay. May be. Slightly.
I unbuttoned my shirt a little, wiped the sweat around my neck with my white handkerchief and made loud noises hitting the door in front of me.
The floor beneath me shook violently.
I took a step back.
What do you do, I thought, when heaven and hell pulls you with equal forces ? Do you remain stuck where you are , or do you expect one of them to get defeated, lose control and let you go to the other half? What if they both forsake you , discard you and leave you in this post-existential void of nothingness ?
That's even worse.
My stomach started grumbling. Partly in fear, partly due to something else. No, I guess it's wholly in fear.
I took out my cell phone. It was outside the coverage area.
I picked up the intercom on the wall. Dead.
Damn it !
Death seems to be at the doorstep, leaving signs everywhere for me.
It's time.
But no. I shall not be defeated this easily. I have fought the Mughals and the English on the battlefield , the West Indians and Australians on the cricket pitch and my wife and my boss till just a few hours ago. And therefore, I inhaled deeply and let out one loud -
Twirrrrrrng ! Gwrrroooong ! Frrrrrrrwissshhhh !!
The power supply returned. Lights blinked back to life.
My elevator started moving again.
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