The Battle of the Sexes

 

The battle between the sexes has existed from time immemorial. Gender equality has been an oft repeated subject globally. But then, why do we even compare men and women?

 

In the attempt to compare men and women in terms of equality and sexism frequently and unconsciously the power of the woman is only gauged whether the female possesses a strong capability to mimic or triumph at male activities. Why should we define a powerful female by her ability to outdo a man at being a man? To do so is to disregard the divine feminine principle which is mysterious and elusive. The true potential of the feminine does not lie in the regulated and restrained expressions as does the male principle, but in the tacit and in the silence that holds these expressions. It does not lie in the brawn and physical assertion, but in the elegant pliability to captivate and envelop that which asserts. The divine feminine strength remains unspoken and mystical due to which it has been demonised and feared. This can also be logically viewed in the way the reproductive organs of the male and female are, the male reproductive organs are projecting outwards implying the more active nature of the masculine in contrast to his female counterpart reproductive organ that is hidden signifying the passivity of the feminine.

 

The very thought to compare if a male or female is like asking if the right or the left is superior, if it’s dark or light that is greater, if it is up or down that is greater, if it is the North or South that is superior. Both cannot exist without the other. They are two sides of a coin and complement each other. The right brain, the Shakti, the Yin, Prakriti which is the divine feminine principle corresponds to the intuitive, uninhibited, aesthetic, dark, nonlinear, rhythmic flowy watery aspect of creation and the left brain, the Shiva (Purusha), the Yang. The Purusha, the divine male principle is the logical, linear, controlled, rational airy aspect of creation. Our whole world is made up of the combination of these two principles. All living beings including flora comprise of both the feminine and the masculine, it is the merging and the unifying of these two opposing forces of consciousness (male) and creativity (feminine) that creates a balance. The suppression of the feminine and the dominance of the male is what creates a distorted masculine society as we see today, where everything is economics and all living has been reduced to pursuit and survival, paradoxically destroying the essence of the “being” from the Human, making us a Human Doing and not a Human “Being”.

 

“All Information whatsoever can be translated into terms of the Yin and Yang” - Alan Watts

 

The Male is the active, solar, physical, light, positive (proton), day feature whereas the feminine is the passive, receptive, dark, night, negative (electron), lunar feature of creation. Society looks down upon passivity and it is given little value not realising that passivity is essential to every form of accomplishment. The feminine is that space in which everything exists. It is the emptiness and the background in which all other tangible things exist. Nothing can be existential if there was no space to hold it.

 

Grey's Anatomy - Quotes - Vol 1

If love were enough I'd still be with you!

In the dark there may be fear but there is also hope.

Nobody gets married thinking it its going to fail. You think yours is the one that's going to make it.

Some things are more than what you say; they are more than what you do. Some things you say because there is no other way out. Some things you keep to yourself. And not too often but every now and then some things speak for themselves.

You think that true love is the only thing that can light your life; the thing that will crush you up and you become a mother.

Love, like life is about making choices and fate has nothing to do with it.

Good things are not always what they seem. Even too much of love isn't a good thing.

The human body is designed to compensate for loss, but sometimes the loss is so great and the body can't compensate enough.

We are so hopeful at the beginning of things there seems to be a world that is to be gained, not lost.

Inability to accept loss is insanity, it's probably true but sometimes it's worth it.

No matter how hard we try to ignore it or turn away, eventually lies fall away. Whether we like it or not, here is the truth about the truth, it hurts, so we lie.

Sometimes no matter how much you love someone they cant love you back the same way.

The second we stop pushing ourselves something terrible happens; something we can't take.

You have to go back to the beginning to understand the end.

Who gets to determine when the old ends and the new begins. Its not a day on the calendar. Its an event: big or small; something that changes us. Ideally gives us hope. A new way of living and looking at the world. Letting go of old habits, old memories; what is important is that we never stop believing that we cant have a new beginning. But beneath all this crap there are a few things we still hold on to.

Sometimes it takes a huge loss to find out how much the worth is, of what u have lost; sometimes d loss makes u stronger

Luv is easy to propose and hard to keep

V can't help ourselves if v c a line v want to cross it. Once we have crossed its almost impossible to go back. IF u do manage to come back across that line there is a safety.

U can't prepare for a sudden impact, u can't brace yourself, n suddenly even before u know its over.

What's d one thing u always dreamed of doing before dying.

U never think d last time was d last time. U think there will b more

U get to a point in your life when u realise there are more yesterdays than tomorrows

If only life was a dress rehearsal n we had time for practice, unfortunately every day of our life is its own performance.

Life is like an hour glass glued to the table

There are no guarantees in life, not for the present, not for the future

If u knew this was the last day of u on earth, how would u spend it?

Giving up doesn't come easy to us. So v do everything in r power not to give up. When v get tired to fight anymore we give up. To find hope where there's none at all.

It is possible to grow up, just not met anyone who has done it. We throw tantrums when things don't go our way. We whisper secrets with our best friends in the dark. We look for comfort where v can find it. N v hope against all logic, against all experiences, like children we never give up hope.

We create our own destiny!

Ur life is a gift accept it. No matter how screwed up or painful it is Some things are going to work as if they are destined to happen. As if they were just meant to be.

There are times in r lives when love seems to conquer all n then there r times when it brings pain. V r always looking for ways to ease d pain. Sometimes v ease d pain by making d best of what we have. Sometimes v lose ourselves in d moment. N sometimes all v need to do to ease d pain is to call a simple truce.

With some wounds let them heal!

We may not like it but it really is imp to get out of our head n see d bigger picture. Actually finding out that u have been looking at things all wrong cud b so liberating. N suddenly u see new potential, new possibilities you have never seen before. Unfortunately sometimes it goes d other way.

Life works in mysterious ways.

U can seek d advice of others. Surround yourself wit trusted advisors. But in d end d decision is always yours; and yours alone. N when its time to act n you are all alone. Lean against d wall n hear out d voice that is in your head. D one telling u that u probably already knew. The one that's always rite.

Life is not a spectacular sport. Win lose or drop, it is a big game. Whether we want to win or not. So go ahead. Argue with d rules. Change d rules, but play. Play hard, play fast. Play as if there is no tommorrow. So its not whether u win or lose. Its how u play the game.

If u want to win u always go back to d basics

V r trained to be vigilant. To chase down d problem. To ask all d questions. To find d root cause until we know what it is. And v can confront it. It takes an extreme amount of caution.

R intentions r always pure. V want to do what is right but also push the boundaries too far. So v do things when we should have left it alone becoz its hard to admit when there's no problem to treat. Before v make it so much worse; before v can cause so much damage.

Jambalaya day

Life is too damn short to be following rules. Nothing comes without a price. Before u go into a battle u better decide how much you are going to lose. Too often going after what feels good is  knowing that what you are doing is not right. And letting someone in means abandoning d walls u so strongly built. 

V r all damaged it seems some of us more than others. V carry d damage with us from childhood, then as grown ups we give as good as it gets. Ultimately v all do damage. N then v set about the business of fixing whatever v can.

In life v r taught that there are seven deadly sins. But not anger; maybe because we can control anger. Maybe we don't get angry enough credit.

Its one of those things people say we can't go without leaving d past. Letting  go is the easy part. It's the moving on that is painful. So sometimes we fight it. Try and keep things d same. Things can't stay d same though. At some point we just have to let go, move on. Because no matter how painful it is, its d only way we have.

Human beings need a lot of things to feel alive. Family, love, sex, but to be alive we only need a bleeding heart. 

Some people can crack under the pressure others cry. Either way there's nothing left to do. Like it or not the moment has arrived. D only thing left for u to do is show up.

U don't need to luv someone if u want them.

You've gotta live life, n living means that every morning when u wake up u have to choose.between seizing life offers a moment n forging ahead no matter what. Or closing d curtains n shutting out the day.

There are moments of a life. in split seconds life changes forever n u don't know where u r.

Time flies. Time waits for no man. Time heals all wounds. All any of us wants is more time. Time to stand up time to grow. Time to let go. Time.

The body is a slave to its impulses. But d thing that makes us human is what v can control. After d storm, after d rush ,after d heat of d moment has passed we can cool off n clean up d messes v made. V can try to let go of what was. N then again its awkward.

We will b pushed to r breaking point v will be pushed to d starting line. This is our arena. How we play is upto us.

The fantasy is simple. And twice as much pleasure is better. Pain is bad and no pain is much better. But the reality is different. The reality is that pain is there to tell us something. And there's always so much pleasure we can take without an ache and that's ok. Maybe some fantasies r always supposed to live in our dreams

Its all about having people in your life who luv you n who you luv. That's all that matters.

Turns out sometimes u do d wrong thing. Sometimes u have to make d big mistake to figure out what to do right. Mistakes r painful but they r the only way to find out who u r.

First do no harm. But harm happens n then guilt happens n there is no road to deal with that. Guilt never goes anywhere on its own. First do no harm. We can take all d oaths in d world but d fact is all of us do more harm. Sometimes even when we are trying to help we do more harm than good and then the guilt rears its ugly head. What u do with that guilt is upto you. We are left with a choice, either let the guilt throw you back into the behaviour  in the first place or learn from the guilt and move on.

Its all about being committed. Life is beautiful but its complicated. There r times when even d best of have trouble with commitment. And we may be surprised about. Commitments that we may slip at times. And commitments are complicated. We may surprise ourselves about the commitments we are about to make. True commitments take pain minute sacrifice which is why we have to learn d hard way to choose r commitments very carefully.

Not all wounds are superficial. Most wounds run deeper than v can imagine. We can't see them with our naked eye. And then there are the wounds that take us by surprise. The trick with any kind of wound or disease is to dig down and find the source of the injury and once you have found it, try to heal like that sucker.

In some ways betrayal is inevitable. When we betray each other the path to recovery is less clear. Well do whatever it takes to build the trust that was lost. And then there are some wounds some betrayals that are so deep that there is no way it can be repaired n when that happens there is nothing left to do but wait.

S there hope? But inevitably there r times when u find yourself in d worst case scenario. Clinging to hope is all we have got left.

Disappearances happen. Pains go phantom.

Believing we survive is what makes us survive.

Miracles do happen but just not when u need them. We take r miracles where we find them and sometimes against all odds against all magic we touch.

People have scars in all their personal spaces; like some wounds we carry with us everywhere. The pain still lingers.

What's worse new wounds that are painful n hurt u are old wounds that never go away. Maybe our  wounds teach us something. They remind us where we have been and what we will over come. Somethings we need to overcome over n over again.

People are what matters.

Reconciling is a tough part. Too often the thing u want most is the thing u can't have. Desire leaves us heart broken. It wears us out. Desire can wreck us. But as tough as wanting something can be the people who suffer most are the ones who don't know what they want.

At some point maybe we accept the dream has become a nightmare. We tell ourselves the reality is better. We convince ourselves that we never dream alone but the strongest of us hold on to the dream.  We find oursleves based on a dream we never considered. We wake to find ourselves in a dream. And if we are lucky we realise in the face of everything and in the face of life; it's being to be able to dream is all that counts.

If you need a job to give you a new life, you either need a new job or a new life.

We do not get unlimited chances to get what we want

Change is inevitable. Nothing remains same for long. V either adopt d change or v get left behind. Change v don't like it. V fear it. But v can't stop it from coming. V either adopt to change r v get left behind. It hurts to grow and anybody who says it doesn't  is lying. But here's the truth. Sometimes the moments don't change they stay the same; and sometimes change is good. Sometimes change is everything.

Its much better to b alone n feel like success than b in a relationship n feel like failure all the time.

Its shocking how many kinds of addiction actually exist. It would be easy if it was drugs n cigarettes. The hardest part of kicking a habit is wanting to kick it. V get addicted for a reason. Often, too often things that pass in your life cross the line and become compulsive. It's the high we are chasing. So high, that makes everything else fade away.the thing about addiction is; it never ends well. Because whatever was getting aside stops feeling good and starts hurting.  Still they say its ok if u hit rock bottom when u r there but how do u feel? Because no matter how badly everything is hurting us, sometimes letting it go makes it worse.

The first step to recovery is admitting u have a problem.

Just because people do horrible things doesn't mean they are horrible people.

The truth is hard n d truth is awkward n very often the truth hurts. People say they want the truth but do they really? The truth is painful. Deep down nobody wants to hear it. Especially if it hits u in the face. Sometimes we tell d truth. Becomes v have d truth is all v have to give. Sometimes we tell d truth becoz v got to tell it really loud so we hear it for ourselves. And sometimes we tell the truth becoz we can't help ourselves. And sometimes we tell them becoz we owe them atleast that much.

In life only one thing is certain. No matter how good u r; u r going to hurt people; u r going to make mistakes n u r going to get hurt. There's only one thing u can say "I forgive u". Forgive n forget that's what they say. Its gud advice but its not very practical. When someone hurts us v want to hurt them back. When someone wrongs us we want to be right. All wounds never heal n all v we can hope for, is one day we will forget.

V like to pretend v r fearless. Weakness, frailty, death. D truth is there is no one who is not constantly doing something?when we  try to slice away d pain r shove it in d closet r efforts usually fail. So d only way we can clear out d cobwebs is to turn a new page r put an old story to rest. Finally finally to rest. Ashes to ashes.

It takes two to reach a point in a marriage where u can make it work.

When u cross over d edge there is a moment when everything passes n u r fearless. Being hard core is not just about being tough its not acceptance. Sometimes u have to give yourself permission not to b hard core. U don't have to b tough every minute of every day. U can let go off d guard as long as u choose your moments wisely.

Either u' ve got it r u don't. Chemistry

ANOTHER TURNING POINT IN LIFE

I am once again at life’s cross roads. It seems to be playing the villain. Left home on Sunday, 16 January 2011 to Noida. I just prayed that the New Year had better days for me and my family. Hardly did I guess it would come in this guise. To give me a good career opportunity but snatch me away from my dear ones. Why should it be this way…I asked myself. Why should I go through this, every time? Have to make tough decisions and live a tough life, being the sole bread winner for the family I guess. So it all starts with me and ends with me.

It is about just 20 days since I have been here in Noida, a new work place HMEL…all new work culture…and all new place to live in. It seems like I have been apart from my family for ages now. I dread every minute when I think of them. How are they managing without me?  A husband who is so dependent on everything for me. Kids who hated my nagging but seem to now manage things at home so responsibly. I just feel…

Pyaar hai yah sazaa yeh mere dil bataa, Koi  na sune sisakthe aankhon ko, Na pucho hum se khushi kaise gham kaisi…

From the day I have landed in this city, I started my hunt for a place to stay. Having heard all the horror stories about Noida, doubly cautious and very nervous. Have not ventured out for anything without someone accompanying me. And finally, have somehow got familiar with the route to work place and guest house.

To my luck have a colleague, Manohar Seervi, a Chartered Accountant who has joined HMEL from Reliance and is also staying at the guest house and has explored Noida and seems to know it well and very familiar with the ways and means of commuting in and around the city, as far as Delhi too.

The weekend of February, 05, Saturday I ventured out with this cordial but boring soul. Just to ward off my loneliness of spending a weekend all alone, thinking only about home, husband and kids. Surprising that a person like me with all the time on my hands just don’t feel like fanning the pages of a book to read, (which is very unusual). And only because, miya aur bacchon ki yaad sathaati hain.

This colleague was helpful, managed to show me some places around where I could live. And then we set off to Delhi, my agenda for the day was Qutb Minar and Palika Bazar. I was going home and had to take something home for kids and my dear husband. (so how could I go empty handed).

Noida, I got a real flavor of it. I’m still confused if this is a city or a village. You have no public transport, means of commute is a cycle rickshaw or auto and of course the Delhi Metro Service. Ever heard of a service called “Vikram”? Strange name for a mode of transport, eh?. Well, I realized that it is the 7 seater auto which transports passengers to short distances from some key areas in Noida to the Metro Stations, such as Noida City Center or Atta…”what a name” I said to my colleague when he said, “Vikram se Noida City Center Chalenge, aur phir wahaan se Delhi.” My query, “Why is it called Vikram?”. He said, it was so because of the manufacturing company of the auto…and I chuckled to myself.

We reached Noida City Center and it was my first experience of the Metro Service. I got myself a smart card of INR 150 and when I waited on the platform for the metro rail to arrive was amazed at the way it was managed.  The digital clock showed you exactly the time by which the next train would arrive and it flashed 3 mins. Given the logic of the Indian Standard Time, I just did not think that the train would arrive on time. But, on the dot of three minutes it came to a halt on the platform and I could see folks getting off and getting in a very orderly manner and all this in just about 20 seconds. The next impressive thing for me was the interiors of the Metro Rail, air conditioned, neat and announcements made promptly about the next halt also indicating the direction to alight.

We alighted at the Rajiv Chowk (Connaught Place) station and from there took another “Yellow Line” Metro to Qutb Minar. It took us just about 12 odd minutes and once we got off at the Qutb Minar station we checked with the Customer Care executive on how to reach the monument. He told us that there are a number of autos that would take us there and he would charge Rs 10 per person. So we got into the auto and when we reached the site it was really bustling with tourists, though not very crowded but enough to indicate that it was a Saturday. We purchased the entry fee ticket again just Rs 10 per person. “Amazing” I said to myself, that the entry fee is just nominal.

I was just eager to enter the precincts of the monument. And my first step left me admiring at the structure. The entire complex of the Qutb Minar. It was an amalgamation of architectural style of Hindu temples and the Islamic style. Thoughts fleeting across my mind to say, “surely this is a site that was ravaged by the Muslim rulers and razed to the ground only to build their own symbolic architecture. “ Nevertheless, the monument and its expanse was just marvelous. As I walked across taking a few pictures, rather asking my colleague to take a few pictures with my Blackberry phone (quite embarrassing) but couldn’t help do it as if not I would have no evidence of having visited the site. Every second I missed my husband. The pleasure of visiting a historical site with him and how much we would have shared about the past and recall history of the period kept tormenting me. I decided that I would come back again with him here sometime when he visits Delhi / Noida.

About an hour and a half there that was spent we then moved on back to Rajiv Chowk taking the Metro. And the station was really crowded when we got off at Rajiv Chowk, it was afternoon and a peak hour, with some working folks who had a 6 day week making full use of the Metro. I was real hungry and was looking for something to eat. My next destination of course was Palika Bazar.  And that was just spread out all just outside the Metro station. One fascinating thing about the Delhi culture, people sat all over the place on the pavements, on the traffic islands, outside shops, you just had to name it. And none minded it, no one felt embarrassed, very queer, all kinds of class and creed, none felt belittled or below status doing that. I had a quick bite of a road side burger (Indian made) and some very tangy fresh lime soda, which I loved. And then off I went into the cellar shopping complex of Palika Bazar, a vast expanse for anything and everything. It sure is a shoppers delight. I bought some clothes for hubby and kids and myself too and was totally satisfied with what I bought. By the time I finished doing this it was around 4 pm and I was really tired. So hopped into the Metro once again to get to Noida, Botanical Garden station and the metro was totally packed. So I got no seat and was standing. Reached guest house by 5 pm.

I let this day pass off, killing my thoughts of missing my loved ones, by taking this trip. I appreciate the Indian Government for the wonderful Metro system. And was left with a feeling that we have so many unexplored places in India to visit and a life time is not enough.

Bottom line: A visit to any spectacular place just cannot be memorable if you don’t have your loved ones with whom you can share your feelings. Miss you darling husband and kids.

In Pain and Pleasure… Till Death Do Us Apart

So many years have passed in matrimony and both of us know how many more years we have been together before being man and wife. When we got married we thought we had it all and just nothing could ever creep between us.

Both of us believed that the love we shared meant everything and you always told me that I had what it took to be your wife, and so did I reciprocate that you were the man of my dreams, but I guess we were both wrong. All the promises we made to each other to be cherished forever now no longer remain the same in spirit. What went wrong? Where did it all go wrong cause we I knew you loved me, but times change people don’t you think so?

How I thought we had it all. It used to be good. The love that we had, but when it grew moldy both of us hardly realized it. And remembering the days when it was good the before and the after of you...and of me. Sometimes, we just see it as a self-inflicted unhappiness and at times, we see it as putting so much on our minds to worry about. And yet at times I feel it can't be happening and it is untrue, no not with us. It is hard to break away from this thing called 'LOVE'. Our minds feel cluttered with emotions of doubt and there are times when both of us feel that our dreams are now scattered about. Questions we ask our heart for its eternal needs and somehow it only replies with a skip of a beat.

Deep inside we know that it will unfold only one hidden secret that has been told over and over again and that is what covers our souls like a blanket in the cold. The love that we have found for each other and though we cry, though our body feels weak and old we still come to terms with each other only because of LOVE.

THE LAWS OF PASSION

Just you, you and you.

All over my body and my soul.

Not able to work, you are lingering on my thoughts.

I feel, we should never have got together this way.

So much of passion and so little time.

This craving is torture and real painful.

Unable to sleep through the night

I have been tossing, only thinking of you.

Your lips on mine, your tongue all over me.

Your touch on my body and the lick exploring each inch.

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH that was such a heavenly feeling.

Just didnt want to let go of you.

Yearn for more of you and now this separation really sucks.

Just another time is what I wish.

So entwined that we are in each other's arms,

Sweating it out, moaning, kissing, talking sweet nothings

And making love all over again.

I LOVE YOU, I AM SURE I DO.

TRAVEL OF TRAVAILS

Every day is an ordeal and whenever I make it to the first step with one foot it is an achievement. Once I get make it to the second it is a pleasure and the third it is success. When I get a foot space it is AH THIS FEELS LIKE HOME... and when I get a seat........ my heart tells me YIPPEE I MADE IT TODAY, THIS IS SEVENTH HEAVEN!!!Are you wondering what I am talking about? Well all those who have even the slightest instinct will know that I am talking about the State Road Transport Corporation buses. This is my first experience of travelling to work such a long distance and never did I feel I would be at the mercy of this huge green metal body like an unwilling slave obeying his master.
I leave home at 7.40 am to reach workplace by 9.00 am. It takes me a 20 minute drive to reach the bus terminus at Secunderabad station and having reached the bus bay, my prayer for the day begins - OH LORD (rather say LORD OF THE BUS)HAVE MERCY ON ME,BE ON TIME ATLEAST TODAY. Had I prayed so fervently to GOD everyday I am sure he would have been bountiful with his boons for me. The time is a ticking...... 5 minutes pass, then 10...... no trace of
my BUS LORD and my heart goes a thumping when I see the multitude of humanity swelling at the
bus bay and another prayer, LORD LET THEM GET INTO ANY OTHER BUS, BUT NOT THE ONE THAT I INTEND TO GET IN. You know why I say this - Hey I need to sit, remember.
As time ticks I gaze at the sky, no I am not looking out for stars, but just gazing into infinity, what else do I do? And then all of a sudden there is a commotion and people run helter skelter as if it is a catastrophe they are running away from, or rather running towards.
The LORD has arrived and now the pushing and shoving starts, a scramble to get in first and you have the answer to it... right the seat again, makes me feel like this is a KISSA KURSI KA that everyone looks forward to occupy, whoever told you that it was the political seat is wrong, I bet you gotta see this struggle for the seat.
Hey, today I seem to be lucky, I am the second one behind a very healthy (substitute fat) woman, clinging on to the rod of the entrance to the bus and think after she gets in its me, but the way she pushes her back onto me when she gets in, I lose equilibrium and try to cling on to the rod haplessly. It is then I wonder, why is it that there are so many fat women who commute by bus. I am apolegetic, no malice towards the obese and no personal attack intended, please, forgive me. But just giving you a vent of what my thoughts are at that moment of jeopardy.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH at last, I am here sitting, finally a seat, like I have accomplished
a HERCULEAN task for the day and heave a sigh of relief. But wait a minute, ALL IS NOT WELLI have a bag heavily placed on my shoulder and a tummy resting on my sides, what do I do about
this and there is another ordeal I have to go through on way back home. However, did you forget
that.
Hey this could go on like the K serials of EKTA KAPOOR without an ending, but I better stop here before all of you get me by the noose for having forced you to read this.
RIGHT! RIGHT! TICKET! TICKET!

ETERNAL SLEEP, SO SWEET

Death has always puzzled me. Its very thought creates panic, fear and mixed feelings in many. Has anyone looked at death from close quarters? I never felt death to be a cure, never looked at it as a potion or a remedy for all ills until one day I was exposed to the suffering of someone I so dearly loved as never before. The ring of a telephone call in the middle of the night gets the heart thumping. We wonder if a call at this hour is the one to give bad news. And so it was one phone call, that sent me totally dizzy, a kind of bitter sorrow overcame me and the torment often connected to death. Why should this happen? I cried, of course unable to control my tears, which seemed to be a part of me and as it always happens, when you look back into the person’s life who is now no more with us.
When I did dwell on the thought of how his life was spent, a lonely soul separated from his wife and left to the mercy of the servants to take care of him. His daughters now married and taking care of their own families and then it dawned on me that death doesn't need to be the tormentor of both the surviving and the dying. I was pulled out of my reverie when I realized this. There was actually a peace in me now amidst my tears. There was a special comfort and quietness flowing along with my tears. I found it amazing. It was difficult, of course, to digest the fact that he is not going to be with us anymore, but it wasn’t a bitter departure. It was a journey for this soul into a better place.
Death is the greatest unknown of all; nothing else even comes close. Death is that harsh reality which is faced by every human who lives. We know not how it is because none of our acquaintances who have died come back to tell us about it. Throughout human history, people have refused to accept the finality that death brings to life. Death brings an unacceptable, sudden interruption to one’s work, plans, and relationships. Though we pray that the soul rest in peace we would rather wish to be alive and productive. But the inescapable fact is that we are limited and will die; and this death will definitely come. Each of us at the appointed time will face the grim reality of death and will do so ALONE. And so DEATH for us becomes a THREAT.

Let us try and look at death in a more sublime way. Death even though it is undesirable; even though it provokes horror within us, is, nevertheless, a blessing. An escape from the world of suffering, pain and agony, which is a part of aging or illness. So, when the thought of death starts to darken your world, remember that it is the light that shall illuminate and radiate your path to a destination unknown and by hating or trying to overcome it you are blocking the light that illuminates your path. No, I don’t mean to scare you, that is not my intention. I only want you to conquer your fear of the unknown and embrace it as you would of something DIVINE. Think of death as a shadow actually touching you, and you can have peace.