It’s interesting, how we patronizingly pray for our dead, when it is they who could do us a favor by praying for those of us left behind in this mess.
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Wow … that is so true .. and so deep … and i didn’t even have to be high to understand it!!!
So true! Wonder why the souls didn’t think of this before?
Rambunctious: Depth must necessarily be preceded by chikoo ice cream.
D: Because we fancy ourselves as the thinkers of the universe.
duly applies to my dearly departed grandmother who took all things nice about this world with her when she left.
But I’m here to say a few more things. Read up on all the posts you did while I was in a Diwali shell secluded from the only ones who I can really relate to because of an unpaid broadband connection bill. sigh. it was, in a way, like coming home… odd, no? also, I voted on your story. Signed up to Live Journal, and re-entered my password an effing six times because the bloody site couldn’t get it right. And I loved the story. It made perfect sense, it’s exacty how I felt when I got my first comment. I mean we all write to be read, but when nobody does, we pretend we write for ourselves, but really, we want to make soulmates over words. And I voted an eight. Hovered over 10 really really really long. And then I voted an eight. You’re a gem (and melty-in-the-sun cadbury gem also), OJ, you know that? mwah.
i sat and read ALL your recent posts today…its been so long since i have wandered into blogsphere, somehow all my writing has too much salt now, i dont feel like posting anything.
loved everything you have written. everything. 🙂
Umm… does everyone pray patronisingly? Apologies if every comment of mine sounds like I’m nit-picking!
Very true, profound one!
till when will we need prayers of someone ? when will be FREE and INDEPENDENT to do something for ourselves… 🙂
…esp. considering they are the ones in “heaven”…and we down here spend all our lives searching for one… only to find it when we are dead. Sheesh…that’s depressing.
Nino’s Mum: *Hug* Thank you for making the effort. I know what you mean about coming home, and no, it isn’t the least bit odd.
errormsg: Hey you! Please get writing? You do it so well. 😦
DewdropDream: Oh it isn’t the act of prayer that’s patronizing. It’s the intent behind praying for dead souls–our belief that they need our prayers, rather than vice versa.
dipali: Are you well rested from your trip?
vaibhav: I’m hoping those are rhetorical questions.
grimescene: You can always count on me to be cheerful. 😉
True, true, how very true!
That makes sense. Also, it’s either praying for their souls or pleading with them to keep an eye on us still-alive descendants… you’d think a person’s responsibilities ended when they left their earthly abode… but apparently not. They need to be bugged time and again to lend a celestial hand to the next few generations as well.
M4: Gotta live up to my name, Mamma! 😉
DewdropDream: My beloved grandmother used to threaten that she’d clear her throat over my shoulder if she caught me doing something inappropriate after she was a ghost. I’ve been straining my ears ever since. 🙂
HAHAHA!!! That IS a dire threat. I lost my favourite uncle recently and he’s about the only dead relative who’s opinions I cared about… but given he was so liberal I doubt he’d issue any threats to me 😀 Meantime my ma’s perfected mobile-nagging. I digress…
DewdropDream: Oh, she was super liberal. Just very particular about manners and propriety. About the mobile nagging, just switch off. 😉