I complained when the earthworms fed on my buried body
But last summer the gulmohur tree next to my grave was in full bloom
My funeral pyre finally burnt with bright orange flowers
And I thanked God for performing my last rites
Friday, June 17, 2005
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hmm. sat a while trying to figure this one. RIP anyways :)
Ah! But the real question is - did you die?
Thought-provoking, sheece. Am wondering if I could, even in state of death, move past the ickiness of earthworms to appreciate the flowers.
:-p
when you die, you cease to exist?
if yes, then there is nobody to like flowers and dislike earthworms.
if no, and you still exist then it isnt you who died anyway. so would you care, if it is flowers or earthworms?
btw, a wonderful movie and relevant to what you have written is - 'a thin red line'
you've seen it?
posting replies to your comments here as well...
you like slow violent movies? like what?
nah, i wouldnt give up on you watching the movie... infact would enjoy listening to what you have to say about it!
July 07, 2005 1:44 AM
yes, i have it seen it (the painting) at many places.
i think i dont like looking at it very often, because i can almost hear a scream while looking at it.
July 07, 2005 1:52 AM
hey sheece, long time no see?
hi sheece,
since it is harder to comment on xamba( i am asking you here), let me know if you mind adding your xamba blog on my links list.
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