THE FACES OF DEATH

Came across to a documentary movie THE FACES OF DEATH. Gave a string in my brain. The things which looks very normal, looks too ordinary to catch our attention towards it.

We live our life the way we want to, but somewhere ... at some point of time... as part of the game ...we make mistakes ... no matter what how small or big it is.... but we do that......and eventually we lose,  

The lucky ones are those who move on from the Armageddon. But some of us are not as visionary as one should be, for them let me try to rearticulate the scenes from that movie clip:

·        We will not waste the bread and milk in the morning or last 5 spoons of rice in the dinner plate if we would have seen the child dying of starvation in the East African village.

·        Nobody would have made even an attempt to Eve tease a girl if the video clip would had been broadcasted in which Electric shock chair was first tested on the Rape criminal to deliver the judgement.

·        The chicken or the lamb in the plate wouldn’t be as easy to finish if the eater seen the dying process of his food.

·        Freedom is loved by everybody. And it’s not too uncommon that how we misuse it. Having seen the Hitler’s gas chambers and the death procedure would have made us very conscious on how to use our freedom.

It might be too pessimistic or downbeat thinking but it gave me a new realm of thinking.... which is worth to ponder over....

Rahul shonak

A morning to remember

Bling Bling Bling..... Snooze ......


Bling Bling Bling..... Snooze ......

Wooh.. its 6.30AM. No options left .. I have to leave bed for good. Got my sleepy head out of the window .... and today It's the Mumbai shows up no less than Shimla. Wohoo..

It was morning showery show with the mist covered all around high rise buildings. People say that beauty lies in beholders eyes.. Well, it wasn't the case this morning. The God had put his best for his kiddos to enjoy this beautiful weather.

What could have been more appropriate to start my day with black tea and some unfinished books by my pillow. Irrespective of how much we enjoy the time... the clock always run faster than the inflation. So with no option left... I had to get ready to have my head on to the office.

In a view of angle of depression from my 14th floor windowpane .... I saw a couple enjoying swimming in the middle of rain. I can imagine how that top of the world time they must be having. This is the mid of the June... and paradoxically I had to put the geezer On ...to have deep indulgence in water.

Belted up the jeans, Tees on the shoulder and here I start my stride to the office. Guard gave a usual pasted smile to me as soon I got out of lift. No offence. The moment I got out of my building compound, I figured out that my march was as conservative as a sixteen year old girl. Just tried to remain as less wet as it possible. Though the car driver passersby tried to do exactly opposite. By the time I hit the main entrance of my work temple, I can felt the puddles running down under the socks by my ankle.

Passed through cafeteria where I had the fantastic Frankie last eve with the beautiful bunch of people around me. Crossed the assembly line where workmen were giving homage in front of in-house temple. Looked into the eyes of god and I said, make this day best out of it.

Punched in ... struggled to win over my heart and to say good bye to the morning. Walked through aisles, had a Déjà vu. Switched on my machine and...... Started writing about this diminutive and nice memory.

Rahul Shonak