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I'm a self-absorbed Bengali-Torontonian;
Fish comes to me raw, wrappend in seaweed, not cooked in curry;
I love watching thunderstorms and rain;
Sad endings make more sense to me than happy ones;
I hate empty walls.

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Craving of the week-
Dark Chocolate
Reading List-
Midnight's Children
Movie review(out of 5)-
127 hours- *****
Buried- ****
That Girl in Yellow Boots- **
Love of the week-
Seeing James Franco
Aim for the weekend-
Watch 'Going Postal' The Movie

My Novella: Samosa for the Arranged Souls

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Chapter 2

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Chapter 6

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    Tuesday

    Two weeks


    What would you do if you were given two weeks to live?

    You* find yourself a bit distracted for a few weeks or have a persistant headache and go for a visit to the doctor. A brief CT scan later your doctor tells you that if its 'fast-growing' you have two days and if its 'slow-growing' you have two weeks. To live.
    Just like that.
    Two weeks to catalogue your personal belongings, your finances......fourteen days to feel the touch of the people who mean everything to you.
    What could possibly be going on in the mind of someone who finds himself/herself in the above situation?

    Most of us, I imagine, think that when it's time, we'd go in an instant - brief pain with no advance notice, a tragic accident maybe.....or the really optimistic ones dream of leading a full life, lots of grandkids, time to oragnize a 'proper funeral', make a will and then say 'Adios'.
    But how do you prepare when you are given two weeks to prepare for the 'definite accident', when your children just starting to see the life through you?
    When death is not an abstract thing but as real as the ground you stand on and fast approaching...how would you deal with it?
    Would you turn to God or to your loved ones?
    Would you go and 'live it out', so to speak? or would you get angry at the unfairness of it all and lash out at the ones still living?
    Would you be scared of the dying, of what comes after dying?
    Would you believe you'd continue to live on.....in the religions sense or in the memory of your family and friends?
    Would you wonder at your 'legacy'?Would you be insulted if they forgot you after 5/10/15 years?

    Meaningless questions ofcourse because that person must be going through all of those feelsing
    As for me, I've only understood my grandmother finally.
    Its not morbid to think about death everyday....its morbid to think it will not touch you without your permission.
    Better be prepared everyday.


    PS: *Its not me.

    3 Comments:

    At 10:11 PM, April 20, 2005, Anonymous Anonymous said...

    it had better NOT be you since I come home in two weeks!

     
    At 7:57 AM, April 21, 2005, Blogger Rezwan said...

    Here is a link of a Bangladeshi Boy's blog (living in USA)who was given 12-24 months by his doctor last year. He has cancer.

    http://www.satansmiles.com/blog/archive/2004_04_11_archive.html

    He has not updated since January 2005. I hope he is alive and fighting his disease whereever he is now.

    http://www.satansmiles.com/blog/archive/2005_01_02_archive.html

     
    At 10:22 AM, April 21, 2005, Anonymous Anonymous said...

    Thanks for the heads up on the blog link, Rezwan.
    Its incredible, the level of honesty with which he writes!
    I do hope he's alright.

    Tas.

     

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