In the first week of the new year, I was hearing the sudden demise of one Ph.D scholar in his late 20s in the campus and my second daughter’s close friend’s husband who was in late 30s – a charming person with a friendly smile . Both are related to the discipline of chemistry. In the last week that husband wanted to meet me to tell something and somehow he has left this world without telling a word .The sight of him driving the scooter with his four year old son standing in the front will continue to linger in my memory for along time . About the Ph.D scholar, I don’t have much details excepting that he was a friend of my Ph.D scholar, who too had a mild heart attack towards the end of last year and for whom the boy who is no more did extend some monetary help. Why do people at prime of youth die? One doesn’t know the answer. We will never know the secrets of living and dying
In my diaries I have written more about life and death . I am not able to locate them now . As and when I stumble upon them , I will share with my fellow humans . Indeed , when one nears the old age , he or she thinks about death and what will happen to I and My of our personality? Although one cannot unravel the mystery of life after death , one thing is sure to me that I am part of a larger universe , a tiny dot and can’t escape from it and hence all of us will continue to live even after the physical frame is dissolved into the cosmos . In what form we will be and how long it would take to come back to Earth or some other planet in some part of the galaxy, we are not sure? It is better that we don’t have answers for this kind of questions.
This week I received a mail, a poem on slowing down in life by a teenage girl, suffering from cancer in the U.S.I felt that I should share that with the broader audience .Before I close, let me pray that she must have all the strength, both mental and physical to surmount this disease and live longer: she her self says that her days are numbered, perhaps some months or an year but we will assure her that she is going to be with us for a longer time . We will get more poems from her . All of us are here on bonus time . We are all like butterflies on a rotating wheel, living , loving and labouring without hurt. when we will be sucked into the vortex of unknown we don’t know .
Now, the poem written by her.
Have you ever watched kidsOn a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rainslapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Do you run through each dayOn the fly?
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Ever told your child, We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say,'Hi'
You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.T
he music won't last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift....
Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.
In my diaries I have written more about life and death . I am not able to locate them now . As and when I stumble upon them , I will share with my fellow humans . Indeed , when one nears the old age , he or she thinks about death and what will happen to I and My of our personality? Although one cannot unravel the mystery of life after death , one thing is sure to me that I am part of a larger universe , a tiny dot and can’t escape from it and hence all of us will continue to live even after the physical frame is dissolved into the cosmos . In what form we will be and how long it would take to come back to Earth or some other planet in some part of the galaxy, we are not sure? It is better that we don’t have answers for this kind of questions.
This week I received a mail, a poem on slowing down in life by a teenage girl, suffering from cancer in the U.S.I felt that I should share that with the broader audience .Before I close, let me pray that she must have all the strength, both mental and physical to surmount this disease and live longer: she her self says that her days are numbered, perhaps some months or an year but we will assure her that she is going to be with us for a longer time . We will get more poems from her . All of us are here on bonus time . We are all like butterflies on a rotating wheel, living , loving and labouring without hurt. when we will be sucked into the vortex of unknown we don’t know .
Now, the poem written by her.
Have you ever watched kidsOn a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rainslapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Do you run through each dayOn the fly?
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Ever told your child, We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say,'Hi'
You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.T
he music won't last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift....
Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.
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