What is another name of Death?

Friends,

About a month ago I lost a younger sister of mine, Lissy, after a two year struggle with cancer. This was an immediate instance of death visiting us siblings of nine, within a time span of 50 years. When Lissy was critically ill, I was shooting a Hindi film in Himachalpradesh and she did ask me to visit her immediately, before five days of her death. I was wanting to meet her, but my professional duties made me continue for another three days finishing some critical shoot, and by the time I reached home, Lissy was no more in this life. What frightened me at the funeral was that even after I couldn't honor my promise of meeting her, I still couldn't feel sad about her demise. I was not feeling anything and I was getting nervous about my inner feelings!! What all I could remember was her following me on my fingertips everywhere when we were children and she asking me a lot of questions and I had to answer her in detail... And behind her funeral procession i followed her, holding her coffin asking silently many questions on life. There were no answers.

Who will answer us? As I write this note, few teardrops have rolled down my cheek... what is another name of death?

warm regards, Sunny

Telivision

Hello friends, I am publishing a poem by my Orkut friend Athiran below. Hope it makes you think for a moment... I am also a die-hard anti-TV person. Cheers...

Television by Athiran

The most important thing we've learned,
So far as children are concerned,
Is never, NEVER, NEVER let
Them near your television set --
Or better still, just don't install
The idiotic thing at all.
In almost every house we've been,
We've watched them gaping at the screen.
They loll and slop and lounge about,
And stare until their eyes pop out.
(Last week in someone's place we saw
A dozen eyeballs on the floor.)
They sit and stare and stare and sit
Until they're hypnotized by it,
Until they're absolutely drunk
With all that shocking ghastly junk.
Oh yes, we know it keeps them still,
They don't climb out the window sill,
They never fight or kick or punch,
They leave you free to cook the lunch
And wash the dishes in the sink --
But did you ever stop to think,
To wonder just exactly what
This does to your beloved tot?
IT ROTS THE SENSE IN THE HEAD!
IT KILLS IMAGINATION DEAD!
IT CLOGS AND CLUTTERS UP THE MIND!
IT MAKES A CHILD SO DULL AND BLIND
HE CAN NO LONGER UNDERSTAND
A FANTASY, A FAIRYLAND!

thanks, Athiran for this wonderful thought... Sunny