Sometimes i wonder how i'll die

Sometimes i wonder how i'll die. Will it be something quick and painless, or something so drawn out that waiting for it'll become dreadful and i'll wish for the darkness to arrive early. What will i be doing at the time of my death. Will i get to know beforehand if my time is near. Cos' there is nothing more shameful than leaving a task incomplete and still i'm sure i'll have many tasks before me, incomplete while i leave. Will my family be around when it's time, will i be surrounded by friends or will i cease to exist in a distant land where nobody would know my name. I wonder if they'll cry or laugh after i'm gone. Will i go quietly like the passing out of a flame or will i rage and fight like a moth caught in that flame. Will i leave the world a better place than i found it or if i'll be amongst the nameless, faceless multitude who have lived and died inconspicuously throughout human history.

Sometimes, i really think that i don't want to die at all (but then who does) and even after death, i want to live in the memories of those who i've left behind. I think death is inevitable, and it is too early to think of death, but yeah, i would really like to be missed when i'm gone.

And oh, the fact that when i'm dying, i wouldn't like to wonder how i lived...

not a good way to start the week :) posted this last night here on the blog, after reading a bit piece by Neruda. but that doesn't mean, i haven't thought about this subject before. i guess, all of us think about death at one time or more in life. have you wondered about how it will be, when it will be :)

what were you doing the night Osama died?

this is an interactive post, an attempt to document history from the eyes of common men and women. please do answer the question above and post it in the comments box. i'll pick the responses from the comments and make them a part of the post.

wouldn't it be fascinating to see our personal, daily histories mixing and mashing with this world changing historical event?

also, do remember to write your name and the corner of the world you are writing in from. hope to gather as many responses as possible. and please do share this page/link with your friends! :) thanks in advance.

this is my answer:

i was getting ready for office, feeling unusually high spirited for a Monday morning. (it was already Monday morning in India). i updated my status on facebook and went to the home screen to see what other friends were saying. two updates were about Osama being killed in a military operation. from across the house, i called my dad and asked him to switch on the TV, saying "Pa, Bin Laden mara gaya!" (Pa, Bin Laden is dead!). watched TV for the next half an hour, yes got late for office and congratulated every one in the team when i reached :) -adee, New Delhi, India 

so what were you doing the night Osama died?

taking lives

death is all around me

the dead, undead

they eat, laugh, procreate

traveling bed to bed

the sun gives dark

the night sheds light

each moment a dilemma

whether stay or take flight

who created this world

this life full of debt

made me sign my death certificate

when i drew in first breath

someday i'll meet Him

my maker well bred

and ask why He creates life

when all He gifts is death