Death!

[azazel]

was just wondering, what if someone who's active on these boards happened to Die.. how'd we know??

also, do u guys have a will drawn up??

yes/no, add me in there.. so ill know who's gone..

[azazel]

what??

im bored

[ZC]

death occurs many times here.............people kill the character and start afresh.....where-else can that happen

[Happy Hyderabadi]

With every D, you have a new A

You evolve into a new Avatar!

Boredom goes; new Boards bloom ...

Zero Changes to Hero Champion!



Greetings Dosts Azazel and ZC!

[azazel]

death occurs many times here.............people kill the character and start afresh.....where-else can that happen

so, how many times have u been REborn??



n Greetings HH saab

[ZC]

death occurs many times here.............people kill the character and start afresh.....where-else can that happen

so, how many times have u been REborn??

n Greetings HH saab

if u want to call Hibernating as death and rebirth...........it happened several times with me

[azazel]

mmm.. guess it'll do

[ZC]

mmm.. guess it'll do

ok

[akhil]

ZINDAGI TO BEWAFA HAI EK DIN THUKARAAYEGI, MAUT MEHBOOBA HAI APNE SAATH LEKAR JAAYEGI.



very senti line

[azazel]

ZINDAGI TO BEWAFA HAI EK DIN THUKARAAYEGI, MAUT MEHBOOBA HAI APNE SAATH LEKAR JAAYEGI.

very senti line

and so very true

[Arch]

One early morning, unexpectedly, I woke up to my mother calling for me, loudly. Now I think I did hear the pain in her voice. Yet there was that final calm that she always showed in times of dire situtaions. I knew then that somethng was very wrong. I ran downstairs to her. She said, "Baba. Look at him. Something is wrong. I did try to ressucicate him. I tried whatever other methods I learnt during the first aid training. You too try."



We tried whatever we could, including going to Nizams and all. The ECG machine showed simple straight lines, telling me, "But it is over, Arch. Quiet sometime back".

Baba was not there anymore. The pain hit with immense power. My father. Passed away.

I cannot call him Baba and he cannot reply to me when I call him ! I canot hear his voice. Ever. I cannot see him smile that smile which is so special of his. EVER.



..That Man who had been a pillar of such strengths for my mother and to all the rest of us. Our family, nai, HIS family is HUGE. He took responsibility of everybody in the family that needed the help to stand on his own feet. Such an epitome of love and kindness.



Baba is not there any more to hug us. He is not there to scold us, to show us the right path. What happens to Mummy? They had been married for such a long time. It would be so painfully lonely for her..How about all of my sisters and brothers and Baba's ? and Mom's ?



There were so many things that needed to be done. Mom went home to send Baba the way he would have wanted. With dignity, love and with all the loved ones around.



We needed to let our family know and this was an entirely unexpected one. Each phone call to sisters, brothers, mine, Baba's, Moms' was that much of pain, that much of anger that this happened to Baba, yet that much of sharing the grief.



Wanted to take as many flowers as I could so that we could send Baba with all that comfort of.. what, I dont know. I wanted to do a lot of stuff, all that I had been wanting to do , but just did not do ! I was tearing all along. even at the shops. told them that My Baba passed away just now, maaf karna bhayya, yeh phool dena, yeh maala dena.



By the time I reached home, Baba was lying on the bed in a room filled with all the loved ones who are in grief of him passing away. The atmosphere was so very different from what I left from, in the morning!



Mom made it as dignified as she promised Baba it would be. All of us would sit and do bhajans all through, sitting by Baba and taking in those last precious moments, touching him, feeling him. They meant a lot.



It finally happened in the evening. Every coustom has an extreme depth and emotional significance to it. I was realising. Whatever the elders were doing or the Brahmins were doing to Baba's body.



We returned home without Baba in the late evening. We left him there, all alone, by himself. Its the first evening ever when our home will sleep without our Baba.



Whenever the body allowed the tears to flow, they would. The pain, the anger was there. it was building up. Against whom ? God? I dont know. It was too painful to think logically most often.



But bhajans,our mutual strength and mainly moms' strength, our mutual sharing of grief, the presence of all the loved ones and again bhajans was what made us get through each painful day.



The yearn to know what is death had begun to build up from within like a need for gasping for oxygen.



That lead me to ask the elders questions. Read books. Nothing was making any sense. and this was just the second day !



On the 8th day I finally came across Sri Aurbindos book where he discusses what is birth and what is death and what happens after death. That made me feel at peace. I could sit through the ceremonies on the 10th day sending away Baba to God, with peace.



It still is very painful. Baba not being alive to see so many wondereful things that we all would have loved to share with him, but..



The time has begun to take care of the pain, though. Life goes on, on the strength of memories.

[Happy Hyderabadi]

Life goes on, on the strength of memories.

Your Nobe Father remains Ever Fresh in Your Memory. May be has developed / evolved / reborn as a Nobler Person to Benefit You, Your Family and the Extended Family in the Whole World.



Five Years, ago My Noble Father, too, was called Above on Republic Day. Within three weeks, My Noble Master, too, joined him. Two Years later, My Noble Professor, too, departed. In November last year, while was away out of station, My Noble "Father Figure at Office", a true Yuga Purusha, passed away. My Noble Aunt, a most Affectionate Lady to us All, the only one in our Family who performed a Tough Pilgrimage, reached Heaven ...



But All the Noble Souls remain alive in the Memory. They were Special People who made our Lives Special.



We are Special, made more so by those around us, our Family and our Friends.



HH

[akhilis2cool]

It still is very painful. Baba not being alive to see so many wondereful things that we all would have loved to share with him, but..

The time has begun to take care of the pain, though. Life goes on, on the strength of memories.

Arch,

The very fact that u were able to share such an expirience says that u have come over it. As HH says people like these always stay in our memories and are like the guiding star in both happy and sad times.



akhil

[Johnny]

I am presently DEAD now...



Btw speaking of DEATH has anyone seen the movie called " Meet Joe Black". An amazing personification of Death by Brad Pitt. He acted brilliantly all the way through. Amazing concept and potrayal.

[azazel]

ppl, ppl.. show some respect to the guy..

he's talkin abt such a devastating incident of his life n u r talkin abt stupid music n movies

im sorry abt the passing away of ur dad man..

hope u have the patience/perseverence to move on..

[Johnny]

ppl, ppl.. show some respect to the guy..
he's talkin abt such a devastating incident of his life n u ****** r talkin abt stupid music n movies
im sorry abt the passing away of ur dad man..
hope u have the patience/perseverence to move on..

Yea my deep apologies dear friend ARch, m sorry.. actually i had posted my post before i read ur posting.... otherwise i wudnt have done such a stupid thing... m sorry again...

[Happy Hyderabadi]

ppl, ppl.. show some respect to the guy..
he's talkin abt such a devastating incident of his life ...
im sorry abt the passing away of ur dad man..
hope u have the patience/perseverence to move on..

Yea my deep apologies dear friend ARch, m sorry.. ...

Lady "Arch", not "guy" ... I was corrected by MM.

[azazel]

Lady "Arch", not "guy" ... I was corrected by MM.

oops, sorry abt that.. Arch ma'am

[Mona Lisa Smile]

Forgive me ppl for yet another paste job but the poem seems pretty relevant here. I couldnt remember all the lines clearly so just googled it.

Was one we studied in School (VIth class). Folks back home thought it was too philosophical for the age. Couldnt care about the profound meaning then.



A few years hence, got to see death (and its aftermath, a huge one) from very close counters. Surprising thing with it is everyone knows its there and no one expects it. We do take life for granted .....



Like a wise soul once said, we live as if we shall never die, and die as though we have never lived.



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Death Be Not Proud by John Donne

(1572-1631)



DEATH be not proud, though some have called thee

Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so,

For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,

Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.

From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,

Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,

And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,

Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.

Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,

And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,

And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,

And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then;

One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,

And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.

[akhilis2cool]

Like a wise soul once said, we live as if we shall never die, and die as though we have never lived.

.

How true.



Theres no escaping death. But once we accept that I guess life becomes more precious. How can we make the best use of the time on hand. Are the jobs we are doing today good enough utilisation of that time?



I always keep asking this questio in oreder to find a work i would bet my life on. still searching though.

[Jaszalcatraz]

Like I said before, I have the IQ of an apple and my head explodes when I read posts that are too big. So forgive me if I talk about things already said here.

Arthur Koestler, noted author and founder of Exit, wrote before his own suicide: "If the word death were absent from our vocabulary, our great works of literature would have remained unwritten, pyramids and cathedrals would not exist, nor works of religious art-and all art is of religious or magic origin. The pathology and creativity of the human mind are two sides of the same medal, coined by the same mintmaster" (1977).



Think about that.





My condolances Arch.

[Happy Hyderabadi]

... Arthur Koestler, noted author and founder of Exit, wrote before his own suicide: "If the word death were absent from our vocabulary, our great works of literature would have remained unwritten, pyramids and cathedrals would not exist, nor works of religious art-and all art is of religious or magic origin. The pathology and creativity of the human mind are two sides of the same medal, coined by the same mintmaster" (1977).

Think about that.

Thank You JZC for Your FFT (Food for Thought).

Think about this: Someone said GOD stands for Generate, Operate and Destroy ... Nowadays D should stand more for Develop, for Death / Destroy invariably lead to Change, hopefully, for the Better, ie Develop / Evolve.

[ZC]

Krishna Paramathma:



Maanavudu.....malina`mayina vastra`mulu vidichi, kotha vastra`mulu dharinchi natle,



aathma.....malina`mayina saree`ramunu vidichi, kotha saree`ramunu dharinchunu......





just as we forget abt a used dress, we have to forget abt the used body....just that The Almighty decides when the body is worn out, coz u dont have the capacity to judge that

[ZC]

One early morning, unexpectedly, I woke up to my mother calling for me, loudly. Now I think I did hear the pain in her voice. Yet there was that final calm that she always showed in times of dire situtaions. I knew then that somethng was very wrong. I ran downstairs to her. She said, "Baba. Look at him. Something is wrong. I did try to ressucicate him. I tried whatever other methods I learnt during the first aid training. You too try."

We tried whatever we could, including going to Nizams and all. The ECG machine showed simple straight lines, telling me, "But it is over, Arch. Quiet sometime back".
Baba was not there anymore. The pain hit with immense power. My father. Passed away.
I cannot call him Baba and he cannot reply to me when I call him ! I canot hear his voice. Ever. I cannot see him smile that smile which is so special of his. EVER.

..That Man who had been a pillar of such strengths for my mother and to all the rest of us. Our family, nai, HIS family is HUGE. He took responsibility of everybody in the family that needed the help to stand on his own feet. Such an epitome of love and kindness.

Baba is not there any more to hug us. He is not there to scold us, to show us the right path. What happens to Mummy? They had been married for such a long time. It would be so painfully lonely for her..How about all of my sisters and brothers and Baba's ? and Mom's ?

There were so many things that needed to be done. Mom went home to send Baba the way he would have wanted. With dignity, love and with all the loved ones around.

We needed to let our family know and this was an entirely unexpected one. Each phone call to sisters, brothers, mine, Baba's, Moms' was that much of pain, that much of anger that this happened to Baba, yet that much of sharing the grief.

Wanted to take as many flowers as I could so that we could send Baba with all that comfort of.. what, I dont know. I wanted to do a lot of stuff, all that I had been wanting to do , but just did not do ! I was tearing all along. even at the shops. told them that My Baba passed away just now, maaf karna bhayya, yeh phool dena, yeh maala dena.

By the time I reached home, Baba was lying on the bed in a room filled with all the loved ones who are in grief of him passing away. The atmosphere was so very different from what I left from, in the morning!

Mom made it as dignified as she promised Baba it would be. All of us would sit and do bhajans all through, sitting by Baba and taking in those last precious moments, touching him, feeling him. They meant a lot.

It finally happened in the evening. Every coustom has an extreme depth and emotional significance to it. I was realising. Whatever the elders were doing or the Brahmins were doing to Baba's body.

We returned home without Baba in the late evening. We left him there, all alone, by himself. Its the first evening ever when our home will sleep without our Baba.

Whenever the body allowed the tears to flow, they would. The pain, the anger was there. it was building up. Against whom ? God? I dont know. It was too painful to think logically most often.

But bhajans,our mutual strength and mainly moms' strength, our mutual sharing of grief, the presence of all the loved ones and again bhajans was what made us get through each painful day.

The yearn to know what is death had begun to build up from within like a need for gasping for oxygen.

That lead me to ask the elders questions. Read books. Nothing was making any sense. and this was just the second day !

On the 8th day I finally came across Sri Aurbindos book where he discusses what is birth and what is death and what happens after death. That made me feel at peace. I could sit through the ceremonies on the 10th day sending away Baba to God, with peace.

It still is very painful. Baba not being alive to see so many wondereful things that we all would have loved to share with him, but..

The time has begun to take care of the pain, though. Life goes on, on the strength of memories.

i asked my dad to take care of ur dad they shud have become good friends by now.

[Prince]

A friend told me when my father passed away: 'A man's life changes first when he gets married and the second time when he loses his father'. How true? I suppose this is true for women as well. Life does change.



Another profound impact, I have noticed is when a dear one is in the hospital. Look around and you will probably thank god for keeping you healthy.