It is very easy to welcome you again to yet another reading of yet another article, but to start writing on a topic that is eternal is never going to be easy. To die is one thing and to think about is another. The first part is played by all and sundry, but only some give a serious thought to the process of death, the input and the output. Let us have a look at the question at hand through my eyes.
If I’ll die tomorrow, my parents, who are my GOD in flesh and blood, will be bereft of the crop that they had sown and nurtured with unparalleled love and devotion. They will not see that the individual, they supported and allowed to grow into a matured human being, has stood the test of time and is their best ambassador. They won’t be able to know how much he loves them and he is prepared to give back a little of what he got from them. I beg my all readers to keep loving and caring your parents.
If I’ll die tomorrow, my country will be weakened by the loss of a devoted soldier. She’ll not know how much does he love his brothers and sisters, how has he earnestly tried to do whatever he can to support their cause. She will miss the vigor and ideas he has for his motherland; for him the society that makes the country is priceless. She will have to wait a little longer to see its sons and daughters living a life free of fear, full of joy and respect for one another. The effort that is required to make the humanity the biggest religion will increase a touch.
If I’ll die tomorrow, my city will lose a servant of merit. Like all other modern cities, it has been plagued by the lack of basic amenities. Whatever exists cannot be sustained for long. I’ve always sincerely tried to keep my surroundings clean as much as I can, to educate people about their civic responsibilities. It will be difficult to remove the difference between slums and posh areas without me. It will not be easy, after me, to ensure decent living for all city dwellers because an enthusiastic activist of this cause will not be there any more.
If I’ll die tomorrow, the society will lose many great ideas that I have with me. The society will rue that I couldn’t implement most of them. These ideas are as vivid as the sunlight, as diverse as geography and as feasible as respiration. They could have helped the mankind to live, love and sustain in a better manner. They could have brought more smiles to more faces around the globe.
What others will be missing is a list of treasures, but what I will stand to lose on my death tomorrow is a most beautiful bouquet of roses and thorns. There is no doubt that I am no more than a commoner at this point of my life. Yet I can claim to have built upon my success and my achievements a road that can make me someone to remember.
If I’ll die tomorrow, I will not be able to see the day when there will be no death because of hunger, the day when every human being will get the respect and share of food that he deserves. When society will not ignore its poor, when they will be treated better than animals, when no women will compromise with her modesty to appease herself and her dependents, I will not be there. Let this evil die with me tomorrow.
If I’ll die tomorrow, I will not be able to travel to all the nooks and corners of the world, which they say is a very beautiful place to behold. I sincerely believe that to make most of good ideas work, one needs to have the firsthand experience of how they have been or can be implemented anywhere or everywhere in Planet Earth. As the technology has shrunk the world into a global village, any way I should be meeting my brethrens next door. Alas! My fellow world citizens would miss me.
And there are some funny desires too. If I’ll die tomorrow, I will miss all Sachin innings, the king-like adoration at home, my cricket, the evergreen Pooree, and much more. Those who knew me, and loved or hated me, would rue the lost opportunity to better themselves.
As I need to conclude sometime, I do so now by expressing my gratitude to all of you for sparing time to read on what an ordinary man can grieve on his untimely demise. And I wish you good luck that you won’t repent on any of the topics mentioned in this piece, and will also achieve all your most beloved goals before you get a chance to see me in heaven, if I’ll die tomorrow.
If I’ll die tomorrow, my parents, who are my GOD in flesh and blood, will be bereft of the crop that they had sown and nurtured with unparalleled love and devotion. They will not see that the individual, they supported and allowed to grow into a matured human being, has stood the test of time and is their best ambassador. They won’t be able to know how much he loves them and he is prepared to give back a little of what he got from them. I beg my all readers to keep loving and caring your parents.
If I’ll die tomorrow, my country will be weakened by the loss of a devoted soldier. She’ll not know how much does he love his brothers and sisters, how has he earnestly tried to do whatever he can to support their cause. She will miss the vigor and ideas he has for his motherland; for him the society that makes the country is priceless. She will have to wait a little longer to see its sons and daughters living a life free of fear, full of joy and respect for one another. The effort that is required to make the humanity the biggest religion will increase a touch.
If I’ll die tomorrow, my city will lose a servant of merit. Like all other modern cities, it has been plagued by the lack of basic amenities. Whatever exists cannot be sustained for long. I’ve always sincerely tried to keep my surroundings clean as much as I can, to educate people about their civic responsibilities. It will be difficult to remove the difference between slums and posh areas without me. It will not be easy, after me, to ensure decent living for all city dwellers because an enthusiastic activist of this cause will not be there any more.
If I’ll die tomorrow, the society will lose many great ideas that I have with me. The society will rue that I couldn’t implement most of them. These ideas are as vivid as the sunlight, as diverse as geography and as feasible as respiration. They could have helped the mankind to live, love and sustain in a better manner. They could have brought more smiles to more faces around the globe.
What others will be missing is a list of treasures, but what I will stand to lose on my death tomorrow is a most beautiful bouquet of roses and thorns. There is no doubt that I am no more than a commoner at this point of my life. Yet I can claim to have built upon my success and my achievements a road that can make me someone to remember.
If I’ll die tomorrow, I will not be able to see the day when there will be no death because of hunger, the day when every human being will get the respect and share of food that he deserves. When society will not ignore its poor, when they will be treated better than animals, when no women will compromise with her modesty to appease herself and her dependents, I will not be there. Let this evil die with me tomorrow.
If I’ll die tomorrow, I will not be able to travel to all the nooks and corners of the world, which they say is a very beautiful place to behold. I sincerely believe that to make most of good ideas work, one needs to have the firsthand experience of how they have been or can be implemented anywhere or everywhere in Planet Earth. As the technology has shrunk the world into a global village, any way I should be meeting my brethrens next door. Alas! My fellow world citizens would miss me.
And there are some funny desires too. If I’ll die tomorrow, I will miss all Sachin innings, the king-like adoration at home, my cricket, the evergreen Pooree, and much more. Those who knew me, and loved or hated me, would rue the lost opportunity to better themselves.
As I need to conclude sometime, I do so now by expressing my gratitude to all of you for sparing time to read on what an ordinary man can grieve on his untimely demise. And I wish you good luck that you won’t repent on any of the topics mentioned in this piece, and will also achieve all your most beloved goals before you get a chance to see me in heaven, if I’ll die tomorrow.
