death be not proud

I don’t want a missing entry for July. I mean what did July do to me! Lots actually. The reason why there’s such a long gap between 2 posts is well yet to be determined. There’s no one particular reason which I can pin point…

Anyway July has been eventful. A lot has happened since the last post. Got my result-74.3% if anyone cares, third year has started long back... been giving tests and not being given reference books.. Had to hunt for a project which has to be submitted before year end.. ... And also had to hunt for partners which was more excruciating than searching for topics.. After all I did not wanna end up with those two who keep discussing KI KAL RAAT KE MILEY JAB HUM TUM MAI MAYANK NE NUPUR KE SAATH KYA KIYA.. Phew! So I’ve found two decent partners and my presentation can be anytime this week..

Turns out angel and demons did hit the multiplexes here and fortunately for us we saw it in English. No reviews. Am not a good critic.. Also I did manage to see Harry potter and the half blood prince.. And I did not like it..

Bhagat sir is staying back for a while. Till they find a replacement. That I think isn’t gonna be easy..

I would like to share this poem which I learned in 7^th or the 8^th I guess...

Death Be Not Proud

by John Donne
(1572-1631)

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DEATH be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe go,
Rest of their bones, and souls deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then;
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.

Now now. I’m not depressed or anything. Nor am I dying. Just that in the past few days a lot of talk about death and dying has been going on. And I have realized I don’t cringe anymore. Nor do I feel scared as I used to. I remember vividly the day SHIRLEY Tr. was telling us about NOAH’S ARK. I was in the fourth STD then. She said God promised that he would not destroy earth again with water. But God being God found a loophole when man was being a bad boy. He said next I’ll destroy the earth with fire. And she said that can happen anytime. Coz we’re practically in the age of nuclear weapons and before God has even a chance to say BOOM we would’ve destroyed each other ourselves thanks to the nuclear weapons. That scared the hell out of me! I came home and cried and cried that the world was coming to an end and we are all going to die and I’m probably not related to modern day Noah! My mum just laughed and said we all do have to die one day or the other. That really didn’t help. But later when I got a little more sensible and started understanding things in a better way I understood what life is all about. Living with the fear that you’ll be dying one day is as good as being dead. And like adke mam told her friend suffering from HIV “you atleast know you’ll survive for 8 to 10 years... I don’t even know if I’ll get through the next two min!”

I know all this is spooky and u might think I’m going nuts. But it’s my triumph over fear of death. Everyone’s being dying.. Someday I will too.. Until then life’s a meadow... J