Category: death



>Is Flintoff Dead? :O

Naaah..he’s nott.. lol..
Andrew Flintoff isn’t dead at all.. I came through a news online regarding this and was shocked…Wasn’t too late when I cleared the clouds regarding his health :p

But given the way his career is moving …He can be called dead in Cricketing world..Already done with test cricket, injuries have haunted him pretty bad throughout his career and it seems he won’t be available for a long long time for ODIs in England cricket team.

And no..he aint not dead..not yet!!!
Below is a link I could find latest regarding his injuries. I hope He returns back…He has always been one of my favourites.

Flintoff’s death is a lie. FLintoff isn’t dead!!!

http://www.guardian.co.uk/sport/interactive/2009/jan/27/flintoff-injuries


>No. I am not going to direct a movie. I mean, thanks for the offer, but I am too busy this summer. Lol. The post title has nothing to do with Bruce Willis either or his fighting skills. Only thing common is the word, “Die” .
You might be thinking why “Die Easy 5.0” ?There are so many easy ways to die, why die the hard way then?

Okay, I’ll get back to my original thought behind this post. It is called, a will to quit smoking. I know there will be many people who would simply laugh this thing away. Its for such people I have titled this post “Die EASY 5.0”. “No one can quit smoking forever”, is one of the most famous statements which I have heard on suggesting my friends to quit smoking. People who smoke take it as a personal offense when someone asks them to quit smoking. I have myself behaved in a very irritated manner when my best friend asked me to quit smoking. I almost stopped talking to her. But she was the one who gave me the confidence in first place that quitting the stick is not a herculean task, but just a matter of self control. She would have been proud of me had she been watching me now. Anyways, that’s a different matter, although of heart, it has nothing to do with smoking. Whatever….

Many people have asked me reasons one must ponder over as to why she/he should boot the cigarette. The reasons are very simple. The most important is INSCRIBED on the pack of cigarettes. I hope you can see that, and if possible, read it too. So next time you buy yourself a pack, try reading things written all over it, and not just the price. It will enlighten you for sure, if you are dumb enough not to know till now.

Why do you smoke? Ask yourself. I am sure your reason must be among the following two:-
1) It makes me look cool.
2) I am addicted to it.

I can bet my 2 cents(yep that’s what I can afford at most ..lol..I dun even have 50 cents) that your reason would not be out of what I have listed above.
It actually starts with an innocent friend hanging out with his friends on a weekend. Or may be someone who has been out of his home for the first time into the INTERESTING and EXCITING world of college life and hostels. Or it may be someone who is simply awed by the stylishness of the way Rajanikanth lights up the cigarettes in between his fight with two dozen goons.
No matter how it starts, there is no “Only just for the first time”. The smoke always attracts the first timers.
A matchbox,a stick and few friends on the rooftop of college hostel. It seems like the perfect setting for masti. Actually, I have seen many chain smokers start like this only. Including me. I remember my first puff. My head spun and lungs wanted to blast off. It was really an “out-of-body” experience, as many of the smokers describe. Only, it was not a pleasant one. I was a smoker for 5 years, but there has not been a single day when I have not hated the smell of cigarette and felt uneasy at the smoke around me. Quite confusing na? These words coming from a chain smoker. Yes, even I think sometimes the reason I smoked when I never really liked it, and I found out that I had made it a part of my life, too integral to be scrapped away like that.

It does become a habit very quickly. Not my word, but from the scientists. I always used to laugh away at this and said that nicotine is NOT addictive. Now I do agree with it. What else can describe the craving for something which you know is bad for you, going to make you pay in order to buy death and going to be something which you will not be proud of telling to your parents. My parents never realized I was into smoking. I never told them either.

Going back to our reasons for smoking… Let’s talk them in detail..It’s actually sort of funny..

Reason-cum-Hallucination no. 1
-It makes me look cool.

Bah!!! ^%^$^%^@#@ I feel like saying many things, but I have to maintain some decency I think. So in one word, BS! If you think smoking is “the one” thing which takes away from you all your UNCOOLNESS and drowns you into a vast ocean of coolness, then I think you should rather consider going to Himalayas. You will feel pretty much cool there… Tell me… Do you really think if some girl sees you smoking she starts fancying you? Do you think that she will talk to you if she saw you smoking? Wake up loser!!! This is the word from the mouth of horse(or donkey) himself… Girls Hate smokers. No one likes to kiss you when your mouth is stinking of the dirty smell of cigarette and your clothes smell of the same. Actually, she would rather prefer to be as away from you as possible. So you see your coolness lands you in a cool pile shit as far as girls are considered. Besides, its no fashion show idiots!! You are not making a fashion statement by lighting that stick. And if you need a lighting stick in order to make a statement about your coolness among your friends, you really need to seriously introspect yourself. Losers!!!

Reason-cum-Hallucination no. 2
-I am addicted to it.

Get over it idiots! There is nothing like that. Addicted…lame excuse of an eternal loser who doesn’t have the balls to face himself in the mirror and tell himself to get his life going the right way. Instead, he simply goes on living the life as it comes and simply shrugs all the troubles in his life away. If you really want to quit smoking, then throw away that pack in your cupboard, or may be in you pocket. And make one simple vow of never touching it. A vow over your self respect, if you still have some left within yourself. If your heart is into quitting it, you will see that how easy it is to avoid it despite numerous chances to light it up and smoke up your life.
All the best you are thinking of quitting.

PS:- Just think what your parents will think of you if they found out you are a smoker. I am over this smoking thing and still unable to tell them that I used to smoke. It is one thing I am ashamed of. I was never so afraid even when I told them about the girl I loved. Now you can yourself assume how shameful it is when you have to uncover this “smoking truth” before your friends.They have too much faith in me. I can’t see it destroyed. I wish I can muster up enough courage someday to tell them about this. Pray For me friends 🙂

>Suicide


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Slowly he tries to move, on the bedroom floor,
Falling down again, but still struggling to stand,
He watches himself in the mirror, bathed in his own blood,
looking for someone for help,standing on a crimson land,

The sight is getting blurred, and the thoughts too hazy,
With hands shaking,holding the cigarette,He thinks of his family and friends,
Everyone said he was sincere,and will never do anything crazy,
But now the knife has done its work, this will be how it ends,

A moment of insanity, too much for someone with vanity,
It came as it comes, quietly, without any humms,
It took him over, with all its power,
And before he knew it, it had done its damage,

A face comes in his mind, a voice he hears inside,
The face that he loved, the girl he wanted for his bride,
The one whose touch will bring him from dead,
As in all the fun they used to said,

But now he’s all alone, alone on his own,
There are no friends to go, and no family to know,
Even the one he loved, is no longer with him,
“How people change”, he thinks and starts to grin,

In his moment of truth, he knows that he lost it,
He see the death, crawling towards him,
He stands hypnotized, watching in awe,
The last thing on his mind, was a faint scream


>My roommate came late night yesterday. Software job has its own rules. You do not get to eat dinner, or if you are too lucky, you get to eat stiff and cold rotis, not to mention sitting alone coz everyone in the home is sleeping. And they ask why I do not regret leaving that job….lol……

Anyways, this friend of mine,Vivek(name changed) came to me and asked if I had any cigarettes. I looked up to him and said, “Abe I do not smoke…I quit.” “What? You are really of no use!!!”, my friend said. I just smiled and then we laughed . It was not uncommon for him to say this for it is not for the first time he has seen me quitting. What he doesn’t know is that this time it is final time he is watching it. There would not be a “next time”.

Two days ago I had SAIL exam. While the centre was quite far from my place, it is easy when you have local trains at your disposal. Believe me, they save a lot of valuable time and are dead cheap too. Ahh..yep.. I was returning after my examination(which didn’t go aas good as I hoped), and I saw three youths(might be 15-16)in the train, smoking and standing dangerously close to the exit area. The train was a fast local and the way they were behaving, I was afraid one of them might fall down. Well, I approached them(something quite unlike me, I do not interfere with strangers) and asked them not to smoke(though I used to smoke, I never liked its smoke. Strange thing na? ). Surprisingly, they immediately threw away the ciggarettes and were staring at me for a long time even when I got back at my place. It was an experience that told me that even I can frighten people. Those youngsters might have given in because of the heavy beard I was sporting untill recently. I don’t know. Whatever it was, it worked.

I wish people will see and read the danger warning on the cigarette packets atleast for once and realise they are holding a tool of death in their hands. It clearly states “Smoking causes cancer” alongside a picture of a pair of cancer affected lungs. Well, the picture did have an affect on me.
Why not you?


>He Comes in the morning, we are still asleep,
Oblivious of outer world, while he picks our crap.
He always stinks, and I feel like yukkkk,
Sometimes I pity him, for his hard luck,

He goes from house to house, but seldom his own,
Leaving his son every morning,who has not yet grown,
I detest him, “What a filthy person!!”,
For he wears the same stinky clothes,come may whatever season,

I eat the sandwich, with the coffee or juice,
He works so hard, so that he can pay off his dues,
He works hard in the summer heat,
while I enjoy my wine and meat,

He toils hard for his family on the footpath, well so do I!
But he dreams of unending work walking all day, and never to fly,
I throw a bowl of rice, didn’t feel like eating,
His children have not eaten for last 2 days,

I wear my new jeans, my 3rd this month,
His wife mends her dress, coz its time for festivals,
My kids wanted a new TV, I bought it today,
His family was happy to get a gift, a new roof cover,

Had a party at home, for its new year’s eve,
We ate good, drank and it was fun to groove,
Next day I didn’t see him,”Must be celebrating!”
I was pissed off by afternoon, coz the garbage was smelling,

Two weeks have passed, and I know he won’t come now,
Some drunk drove on the footpath, and “The Ragpicker” was gone.
His face appears before me, whenever I see the rag bin

I perhaps miss that wrinkled face,his gleaming eyes,
and the yellow gloves on his hands,
Though I got someone else for the job,
His picture in my memory still hangs.


>Well, finally it is over. I am really kind of glad about it. You really don’t like it when your clothes smell of tobacco( and that too burnt) and all your face gets itchy, not to forget the pungent smell left in your hand after you have just finished smoking. It is really a wierd feeling(provided you are conscious about your cleanliness) to have such a smell around you all the day.

That was just one of the million reasons I quit smoking. Well to list some more…

First and the most important, “SMOKING CAUSES CANCER”. Come on… there is no lying about that. It is one of the most dangerous addictions ever hit mankind since it discovered sex. But though both seem to be giving you “a flying state of mind”, the former makes sure you get to the grave(not flying, but being driven a truck or something)
I decided(like million times before) that it was enough for me for one lifetime to take in so much of the smoke. Surprisingly, when I went through a thorough checkup recently, nothing popped up. I mean, nothing like a patch in my lungs, or High BP, or something else in my intestines/throat. I was shocked. Te first thought that came to mind was, “Shit! Now they have started adulterating Ciggis too…?? All my money into nothing? “
On a more serious note, I thought this is one chance God has given me( Though I do not believe in God a lot.. I do a little), and if I throw away this one, I’d never be able to get rid of it.
So, I quit even though it doesn’t seem to have affected me in any serious way(apart from ripping my purse and taking most of it away).

Well atleast I am consistent in this one area. Of quitting things(and sometimes people)
Also, there is this urge among the young men(especially) to look cool. I know a very good friend of mine, Suhas(name changed), who started smoking just to impress other(read girls) and to look cool. He thought it was an integral part of life to do such things. Well, I told him when he was lighting up the first ciggi of his life,”Suhas, do not start this. You will become addicted”. “I wont”, he said.

Today, Suhas smokes atleast a pack daily and says to me, “You were right Navneet, I want to quit now but can’t. Also, doesn’t this look so cool?” I just smile. Well, I do not feel guilty. Atleast I tried.

Another friend, Prashant(name chaanged). He was my roommate and is still among one my best friends. Its another thing that we do not talk much anymore. Anyways, this was the guy who introduced me to the world of smoking and porn. Well, I never watched any till I went into college.
So here was this guy, who was smoking since…ummm…1999..and we met in college in 2004. He was so thin my pants used to slip away from him. I too was thin back then, not now…lol.. So he always used to smoke. Morning tea, after breakfast, 10 am tea, before lunch tea,after lunch ,afternoon tea and blah blah blah… I wondered how could he do that with such a fragile health.
2006 october. The guy fell sick. Vomiting and high fever. Blood too. He was taken to his home by his brother and when after 2 months he returned, he could barely be recognized. He was half of his previous self. It was really shocking for all of us.

Initially he didn’t tell us what he actually suffered from. Then one day he broke down in front of some close friends and told us he was detected with T.B. We were shocked. I mean we see these things all the time in movies and TV. But we never think it could happen to us. There lies the problem. We keep telling ourselves lies that nothing will happen to us. After all, who has died after smoking one cigarette??? huh…blasphemy!!

So, this guy was totally barred from many things. His brother came to stay with him for a month and he was undeer constant medication. He took the university paper in that state of mind and body. You sure won’t wanna suffer like that.

We talk sometimes. I ask if he has been smoking again. He tells me… “Not now..never ever after college.” A beer is what he has sometimes to get over with the tension of daily life. But smoke? No way.
He always used to say something which I remember. Though many people said it, but seems I took the thing most seriously when he said it.
He said,” You will never be able to quit”

I called him yesterday. I told him I quit.


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SNOWFLAKES

The boy sits in a corner,out in the cold,

trying to fight the cold wid his rags,trying to be bold,

NO!He’s no character of some drama or play,

He’s an orphan,abandoned,struggling night and day,

He begs on the street,in his old torn jacket,

little he remembers of mom,he only has her locket,

She worked at a factory,chemicals they say,

She always coughed hard,and one day they took her away,

His neighbours left him out,coz the factory took the home,

They actually never liked her,coz she was a single mom,

He no more goes to school,he no more gets to play,

For snowflakes leave u cold,when the heater is away,

He got neighbours’ clothes,old and torn,

For now its festival tym,these things have to be thrown,

His friends don’t talk to him now,

Coz he can’t see them anymore,

He sleeps mostly on the footpath,lucky wen he gets a bench,

and dreams of new nd warm clothes,nd something nice to munch,

He dreams of the chicken soup,they enjoyed last winter,

And of the nice stories,his momtook away wid her,

I don’t wish to wake him up from his warm dream,

for its so cold out here,and he wud never be cold in his dream,

So I let him sleep and dream of the nice dinner he had last tym,

and he sleeps quitely,as if mom is singing a hymn…


>Well, I wrote this poem last year. I rate this one as my best till date. I was amused myself how could I think of these things. But then, its real. It happens in our world. We do outcast some people and brand them as “unwanted”. This one is dedicated to a girl whom I could never meet. Whom I never knew. She had AIDS.

She’s a small girl, only 8,
but she has seen a lot, mom says its only fate,
she wants to play,out wid the kids,
but mom says NO, perhaps coz she has AIDS,

she spends time in a room, wid the dead dolls,
so alone, that no one sees how many times a tear rolls,

She remembers when she was 7,
and her life seemed to b jus like heaven,
she remembers it was the same year dad died,
mom says he’s on a trip, but she’s seen that mom also cried,

She remembers the red hospital building,mom took her there,
a month after dad’s funeral,
she remembers words like “virus” and “HIV”,
she also remembers doc told mom she has a year or two,

She has seen on TV,AIDS doesn’t spread by a touch,
still she’s bafflled why she can’t share Bro’s lunch,
She prays to the GOD to be kind,
and make her family happy again,

Her mother’s very sick nowadays,
that’s why granny came to stay,
She can see life go out of her mom’s body,
she frowns,perhaps that’s satan’s only hobby,

Her mother died yesterday,before her eyes,
and now she knows she’s the next,no more lies,
she lives with the granny,her bro’s safe 8 uncle’s,
she misses a company,some1 to play with,

she uses crutches to walk,
and now its difficult to talk,
she doesn’t eat much now,
but she mumbles a lot,

She prays to the GOD,to send her to her parents,
With whom she can live happily forever,
And she hopes there she can get friends to play with,
she hopes for a life without crutches,

I don’t know her and you don’t know her,
and perhaps that’s why we don’t give a damn,
but let me tell you,its worth a billion bucks,
to put a true smile on her little lips,

I hope someday I can make her happy,
just by being with her for a while,
She might be here for a shorter time,
but that doesn’t mean she can’t smyle…..

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