Fallen in the field of battle,The old soldier said -Who will remember me?Who will remember me?Indeed, some of us live to be remembered by the future generations, to be gawked at, made fun at, or to be idolized or idealized. All our endeavors bear no meaning if they are not saved for posterity. Still how does that give any meaning in the long term with extra long emphasis on long. Maybe, spanning from now to the end of time itself.The end of time is a welcome concept.
I wish I knew when everything is going to end for good. It might be handy to be prepared with a specific date and time at hand, rather than expecting salvation at the beginning of every random day, wondering if judgment has arrived in the form of the anti Christ or the Kalki.It is interesting that both Hinduism and Christianity have their doomsday Gods yet to be unleashed. Seems like a nice bluff to keep an errant population under control through the systematic application of fear.
Fear is always an effective, if crude method of keeping human subjects' behaviour within acceptable control limits. A regime of fear might be resented and resented to such extent that rebellion might erupt, engulf and topple the very regime, if it's not nipped at the bud. A regime of complete fear based on mind control should be easy to administer from the point of view of the rulers. Riddick might become such a Necromanga emperor who walks in the misty shrouds of fear. Fear is powerful. So is anger. Both can blind men long enough for irreversible mistakes to have been set into motion.
A little untimely cough can trigger an avalanche, and in these days of global warming it might not be entirely false to say that entire populations might be wiped out by a tear misplaced.A distinction needs to be made between pure animal fear and the fear of the future. Or are both the same? The fear of the future drives us on to accomplish many things as our destinies unfold. This fear is baseless if we are going to be no more than dust and water at the end of the road. What if, we do have the spiritual bit entrenched in our bodies. A little bit of soul which migrates from bodies and worlds and uses this animal husk as a motel. That would be interesting. My only wish in such a case, is that my soul will remember my life in this shell, lest it encounters similar situations down the lane, where no live eye has gazed upon.
All things usually come to an end. The end is reliable. It is always there for you. Waiting, knowing, in cold certainty that it is the only thing which persists. Is there anything anywhere without a beginning or an end? There are always gray areas, but those are probably gray because we are not able to shed enough light on them or we are not equipped with the right kind of digging equipment to gather the dirt on them.Why am I blabbering about the end? Is mine near? I am ever persistent in my attempts to make it closer than ever. Still I stop short since I can't find in me the courage to take the final step. To take the plunge in the deep unknown, and I don't mean deep sea diving here. People say that it's cowardly to take one's own life. In my opinion, it takes maximum courage to end one's life.I have always envied Forrest Gump for his lucky streak. A series of serendipitious events continuously happening to the not-too-bright millionaire that is Gump. I wish I were as dumb as Gump so that I could trade places with him! Lucky Gump.If I were to make a movie of my recent past. It would make Gump go dumber. It would be the exact reverse of what was happening to Gump in that movie. I am sure that Edward A Murphy Jr, will be the first person to run up to the Pearly Gates and give me a welcoming embrace when my time comes. He would have been glad to see me live my life. There are two ways to do anything.
The right way and the not-so-right or wrong way. I try choosing the first always, and end up performing the second, and this is not a willingly done act. I never know until it's too late that through my actions I was validating Murphy's law.There are patterns everywhere. I believe that if a person can identify the patterns which bob around him, he can correlate them with his experience as well as that of the vast treasury of human experience in general, to come up with a decision which is probabilistically destined to be a successful one, or in plain terms, the right one. The confoundedness arises when someone actually interprets the patterns correctly and decides to risk making a wrong decision in the expectation that the pattern too must come to an end, although the chances of that are slim.
That little brain wave that men possess, is exploited to the maximum by the casinos worldwide.I wish I could play Russian roulette. It would make the mundaneness dissolve away for the few fleeting moments when the eagerness and anxiety of wanting to know whether the bullet has my name on it, would make me alive. I wish I were alive.
I wish I knew when everything is going to end for good. It might be handy to be prepared with a specific date and time at hand, rather than expecting salvation at the beginning of every random day, wondering if judgment has arrived in the form of the anti Christ or the Kalki.It is interesting that both Hinduism and Christianity have their doomsday Gods yet to be unleashed. Seems like a nice bluff to keep an errant population under control through the systematic application of fear.
Fear is always an effective, if crude method of keeping human subjects' behaviour within acceptable control limits. A regime of fear might be resented and resented to such extent that rebellion might erupt, engulf and topple the very regime, if it's not nipped at the bud. A regime of complete fear based on mind control should be easy to administer from the point of view of the rulers. Riddick might become such a Necromanga emperor who walks in the misty shrouds of fear. Fear is powerful. So is anger. Both can blind men long enough for irreversible mistakes to have been set into motion.
A little untimely cough can trigger an avalanche, and in these days of global warming it might not be entirely false to say that entire populations might be wiped out by a tear misplaced.A distinction needs to be made between pure animal fear and the fear of the future. Or are both the same? The fear of the future drives us on to accomplish many things as our destinies unfold. This fear is baseless if we are going to be no more than dust and water at the end of the road. What if, we do have the spiritual bit entrenched in our bodies. A little bit of soul which migrates from bodies and worlds and uses this animal husk as a motel. That would be interesting. My only wish in such a case, is that my soul will remember my life in this shell, lest it encounters similar situations down the lane, where no live eye has gazed upon.
All things usually come to an end. The end is reliable. It is always there for you. Waiting, knowing, in cold certainty that it is the only thing which persists. Is there anything anywhere without a beginning or an end? There are always gray areas, but those are probably gray because we are not able to shed enough light on them or we are not equipped with the right kind of digging equipment to gather the dirt on them.Why am I blabbering about the end? Is mine near? I am ever persistent in my attempts to make it closer than ever. Still I stop short since I can't find in me the courage to take the final step. To take the plunge in the deep unknown, and I don't mean deep sea diving here. People say that it's cowardly to take one's own life. In my opinion, it takes maximum courage to end one's life.I have always envied Forrest Gump for his lucky streak. A series of serendipitious events continuously happening to the not-too-bright millionaire that is Gump. I wish I were as dumb as Gump so that I could trade places with him! Lucky Gump.If I were to make a movie of my recent past. It would make Gump go dumber. It would be the exact reverse of what was happening to Gump in that movie. I am sure that Edward A Murphy Jr, will be the first person to run up to the Pearly Gates and give me a welcoming embrace when my time comes. He would have been glad to see me live my life. There are two ways to do anything.
The right way and the not-so-right or wrong way. I try choosing the first always, and end up performing the second, and this is not a willingly done act. I never know until it's too late that through my actions I was validating Murphy's law.There are patterns everywhere. I believe that if a person can identify the patterns which bob around him, he can correlate them with his experience as well as that of the vast treasury of human experience in general, to come up with a decision which is probabilistically destined to be a successful one, or in plain terms, the right one. The confoundedness arises when someone actually interprets the patterns correctly and decides to risk making a wrong decision in the expectation that the pattern too must come to an end, although the chances of that are slim.
That little brain wave that men possess, is exploited to the maximum by the casinos worldwide.I wish I could play Russian roulette. It would make the mundaneness dissolve away for the few fleeting moments when the eagerness and anxiety of wanting to know whether the bullet has my name on it, would make me alive. I wish I were alive.
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