Morbid? You Decide.

On reading my post Are You Leaving? my friend A called me up to berate me for being morbid.

I do not think that my post was morbid. Morbid would be when I am obsessed with death. I am not.  It is just the one truth that cannot be denied and I have accepted that it will come to me some time.

The opposite of death is not life.  It is birth.  There is no opposite to life.  Life simply is but offers us duality in every aspect of it.  We have made one part of that morbid by not even wanting to use the word death.  We use words like passing away, has gone to God etc to express our discomfort with one real fact of life that at some point of time, it will happen to each of us.  All that I maintain is that I have lived a full life, have no regrets and am now ready to face whatever happens in death.

I have given  my take on the subject and leave you to decide whether I was morbid or just practical.



Respect For Life?

Welcome to the Friday Loose Bloggers Consortium where Akanksha, Anu, Ashok, Conrad, Delirious, gaelikaa, Grannymar, Magpie11, Padmum and I write on the same topic. Please do visit the linked blogs to get nine different flavours of the same topic. Today’s topic has been chosen by Conrad.

On the day I drafted this post, these were some of the stories in some newspapers.

Israel Braces for Clashes During Border Protests

Syrian Tanks Move in on City as Thousands Mourn Protesters’ Deaths

NATO Begins Helicopter Attacks in Hopes of Ending the Stalemate With Qaddafi

Ilyas Kashmiri wanted to provoke India-Pakistan war

Sex-selection clinics to be put out of business soon

Stigmatized, three HIV+ sisters commit suicide in Gujarat

Pak forces gun down 26 militants

16 people killed in blast in NATO fuel tanker in Pakistan

I can go on and on and give more such headlines from around the world, which shows how much respect we have for human life. I deliberately have not given the links to all these news articles to save my readers the agony of reading the same thing over and over again with just changes to the locale.

On the other hand, I will give a link to this remarkable article about pets; and an Indian newspaper article and end my post.

My Day Was Made.

I get regular pension remittances from two Life Insurance linked Annuity policies. Yesterday, I received a demand from the insurer that I need to submit a Certificate of Existence from a Registered Medical Practitioner.

I promptly fixed an appointment with my GP and visited him with the request that he gives me the certificates.

He took one look at me and said that he was unable to give me the certificates. He refused to accept that I existed. I asked him whether he thought that I was an illusion, sitting before him. He then smiled and said that in his opinion, I did not exist. He strongly believed that I was alive.

I pretended to have a good laugh with him to get my job done, got the certificates in the proper format signed by him and bade him good evening and came home.

It was after coming home that it struck me that he had made a very profound observation.