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When living, if we are destined to die, while dying, the few lines we leave behind would immortalize us, and that is the only shot everyone supposedly gets.. at immortality.

When we return to being the dust from where we sprung, or when we are finally on the verge of becoming the dead owner of a head-stone, the few words mumbled under fast fading life-conditions, would remain forever the words people will recall as the words to remarkably and memorably mark your life.

Now that really does place some grave urgency on our 'last words!' But, with what words would we part from this green earth? Would we even gather enough breath to utter those few final words.

There would be a notably impressive account of how you pulled your plug and with what final words a great soul came to pass, if you are world famous, and a personality of commendable influence or reach, and one that did not commit any socially malignant crimes.

They'll deck the halls with such grandeur, through which your lifeless body will be displayed for those eyes who came to witness a final glimpse of you.

The lovely words, spoken one last time of you,  will be those that the speaker has carefully sifted through from your passed life (prior to their final visit to you), in order to pick one quality of yours they recall or that one instance recollected about you which puts you in good light with them.

If they find none, well...since you're not gonna be around anymore, they will utter the first dozen beautiful adjectives that pop out their heads; no harm done!

If you were a most evil man or woman that ever existed or a most infamous personality who did nothing but suck the living life out of the good people around, there will definitely be great numbers marking the end of you, with a lot of joy and fanfare!!

Of course those closely knitted with such a person in terms of ideologies, sadistic thinking, and the common need to put one's singular needs over those of the remaining six billion or so; they will miss him/her with all genuineness.

Personally I can give comprehensive description and location of a certain spineless Machiavellian, a highly-functioning reprobate and his nefarious accomplice, who would fit this category (like a set of jigsaw pieces). No bounty on their necks so, I'll skip the Intel-proliferation.

The average person who earns his daily rights to eat, drink, breathe..with honest grind and toil, one who never compromised other's well-being to push forward their own prosperity, is among those whose birth and death, just revolves in the giant wheel of existence,..but makes no marked difference or impression on the rest of the world.

They will be remembered by a handful, but they, will be truly missed.. and maybe missed and reminisced by others until their own time arrives, to leave the world. - I want to be that..

Scratching at such a figment of fact though, is not only lobbying for demotivation, but also a sad waste of time. When the switch actually flicks, no one is best rehearsed or dressed. The whole train of thought seems pointless at this point, but its life on earth and its worth writing about or pondering.

Such an odd topic- Death!.. despise it, loath it,fear it.. it will but creep into us and our daily doings. Mocking death (our mortality) obviously makes everyone feel immortal, so let us all grow FUNNIER bones.

I DOUBT Me, NO DOUBT..

Perhaps we’ve, really declined in evolution, so to say, in terms of ‘trust issues,’ or ‘faith and forgiveness.’ Given the many moments in our lives when we misinterpret, well-intended acts of goodness or when others do the same, we may very well be doing the downhill jog.

And all that, because we are ingloriously capable of an incurable sarcasm that seems to be embedded in our very fiber, cynicism so omnipresent, we forever find within ourselves, a gratuitous drive to ‘read between lines,’ and doubt 'everything'. Now all that relocated and observed in another person total up to being very unpleasant and socially awkward, under varying circumstances. A very inconvenient matter of fact, in fact!

Sighting such a sample, in the persona of someone other than ourselves will bring out the previously almost, non-existent saints and all their high horses galloping into our being.

Notice-One simple thing about how we inadvertently require supplementary adjectives, comic wisecracks to communicate a heartfelt message - written or vocally.

Check! - When we are in-communication, disembodied from the person or people on the other end; brackets, hyphens, smileys and all other available emoticons online are employed. When we are up-close and personally interacting, we make use of other practically enacted literary devices.

Why does person-A add a smiley (:-) and a follow-up expression of laughter, when actually- we/he/she is volte-face and intensely devoid of emotions what-so-ever! Why does me/we stress our genuinely flowing emotional words during dialogues exchanged in a heart2heart or in a soul searching session?

Consequentially a didactically pragmatic avatar of 'you' is instantaneously born. IT PREACHES...

Well, whatever it preached, fact remains: it’s just a matter of shifting the position plaques on different days. As told by somebody and retold by me: maybe it’s your turn to be the pigeon today, but you will be the statue tomorrow.

The unquestionable truth here is: All of us have the same extrasensory perception that is extremely rocket-fueled by entertainment mediums, and technological changes around us. All to our detriment! So we fall for jackass scams, make asses out of ourselves.

In a manner very far fetched, but befitting such a situation, this could be a good thing... in view of maintaining excellent order of business or being the corporate skeptic and the razor sharp professional.

The only coup de grâce  here is the imminent doom of humankind and the decadence of the quality of souls which enter and exit the currently myopic world, which; Every single one of us, effortlessly ignore.


And we achieve this unimpressive feat, for all of us, are prosperous in our ocean of misery and short-lived impermanence.

Gone 2011 Gone

Gone old year gone

62.5 ngultrum liter-a-gas gone..

sack of money with the common man-robber gone..

Gone old year gone

holy relics with chorten vandals gone

September 18 earthquake with a big bang gone

Gone old year gone

Last chance with hair for hairless ministers gone

Second-last year in Parliament for glycerine-eyed MPs gone

Gone old year gone

Terton Tsata Lingpa's boy hood gone..

dear mr. Dev Anand  gone..

Man-who-dodged-bullets' pot belly not gone..

Gone old year gone

Truck Driver got away with murder gone

Spineless-Machiavellian-Monkey rolling naked in blood money gone

Gone thankless year gone..

Poor man's prayers unanswered gone..

Working man's efforts down city corp.'s drain gone

Gone, gone, gone..

Good riddance to cursed year gone