Total blackout. Something that you rarely experience. At least something that you rarely experience, Consciously. Simmering pain. Like someone has just put in hot molten lava inside your stomach. The pain is unbearable. Blackout is rare. The pain is rare. Death, is rare.
A flurry of thoughts go through my mind. Its as if my whole life goes back in rewind mode, starting from the newest memories to the oldest one. They say your whole life appears before you in your dying minutes. They, are true.
The Blackout is replaced by the scenes of my classroom. The place I loved. Even in my dying seconds, my books still don't leave my side. I don't know whether that is agonizing or soothing. My classmates. From whom I learnt so much , and maybe taught a little to them.
My Best Friends. Had just spent an evening with them and had to leave early. Wish I would have stayed a little longer, hug them and tell a final goodbye. The fun, the pranks, the long talks, all came in a flash. But before I could remember and locate he random pictures of my mind, the next memory took over. Too much to review in too little time.
My parents. Who raised me with so much love, affection and care. Who expected so much from me. Sometimes I delivered, sometimes I didn't. I now regret the times when I didn't fulfill their expectations. Just a little more hard work, just a little more effort would have sealed it. I regret talking rudely to my mom and dad before going to sleep tonight. I thought I would say sorry tomorrow. But tomorrow is a funny word. Its funny how often we take that word for granted. I wish, I would have kissed my parents good night.
My Teachers. I believe I had cast an impression in every of my teachers' mind. Hopefully a good one. They were the ones who mentored me, groomed me, got me ready to face the world. Teachers, to whom I didn't mean anything in relation, but teachers who thought of me as their son. Teachers who groomed my talents, encouraged, scolded, supported and corrected me.
I am just seventeen. My life is both of regrets and achievements. I am a person who affected some people's life. Some people, who'll always remember me. I am assured about the fact that the people who knew me, had a good impression about me.
I finally had a good feeling about this. I started gathering good memories. But.....
Blackout.
P.S- Its really soul-soothing to write a post assuming you're dead. You get to say so many things that you would never had said in a million years. Every dead's man last post would be something close to this, I guess.
P.P.S- I am alive : P
P.P.P.S - Funny I wrote about my death on the eve of my birthday : P
A flurry of thoughts go through my mind. Its as if my whole life goes back in rewind mode, starting from the newest memories to the oldest one. They say your whole life appears before you in your dying minutes. They, are true.
The Blackout is replaced by the scenes of my classroom. The place I loved. Even in my dying seconds, my books still don't leave my side. I don't know whether that is agonizing or soothing. My classmates. From whom I learnt so much , and maybe taught a little to them.
My Best Friends. Had just spent an evening with them and had to leave early. Wish I would have stayed a little longer, hug them and tell a final goodbye. The fun, the pranks, the long talks, all came in a flash. But before I could remember and locate he random pictures of my mind, the next memory took over. Too much to review in too little time.
My parents. Who raised me with so much love, affection and care. Who expected so much from me. Sometimes I delivered, sometimes I didn't. I now regret the times when I didn't fulfill their expectations. Just a little more hard work, just a little more effort would have sealed it. I regret talking rudely to my mom and dad before going to sleep tonight. I thought I would say sorry tomorrow. But tomorrow is a funny word. Its funny how often we take that word for granted. I wish, I would have kissed my parents good night.
My Teachers. I believe I had cast an impression in every of my teachers' mind. Hopefully a good one. They were the ones who mentored me, groomed me, got me ready to face the world. Teachers, to whom I didn't mean anything in relation, but teachers who thought of me as their son. Teachers who groomed my talents, encouraged, scolded, supported and corrected me.
I am just seventeen. My life is both of regrets and achievements. I am a person who affected some people's life. Some people, who'll always remember me. I am assured about the fact that the people who knew me, had a good impression about me.
I finally had a good feeling about this. I started gathering good memories. But.....
Blackout.
P.S- Its really soul-soothing to write a post assuming you're dead. You get to say so many things that you would never had said in a million years. Every dead's man last post would be something close to this, I guess.
P.P.S- I am alive : P
P.P.P.S - Funny I wrote about my death on the eve of my birthday : P
Not the most appropriate time to be writing a post like this, I agree; but I guess for all of us, it would be something like this in those final moments. Things that matter the most to us will flash before our eyes. People who matter the most will be right there with us in our mind's eye.
ReplyDeleteYour post made me ponder about the things I would probably think about in my last moments. Very interesting topic. Maybe I may borrow the topic from you and blog about it myself in the next few days.
For now though, be happy to be alive. Have a wonderful Birthday Shaish. You have definitely left a mark on all those you've met. I'm happy to have been your teacher and you will always be remembered very fondly by me, even if we lose touch over the years.That will be your achievement when you reach that final blackout.You have mattered to so many people and nothing matters more.
Thanks A Lot Miss :)
ReplyDeleteHey man ...... read both your blogs: Its good to hope, and BLACKOUT (if u remove the comma in the previous line, it makes a pretty weird sentence!).
ReplyDeleteBoth had an amaaaaazing level of vocabulary holding the potential of being in somebody's copy of Inner-Self.
I guess i preferred Blackout more compared to Its good to hope ..... Probably because it had more colour. Hope, i guess was a bit too heavy for me so i guess i didnt enjoy it as much(beleive me, after doing a day of integration, u canNOT do any intensive reading) i promise too give it a proper read tomorrow with a blow by blow analysis.
As for BLACKOUT,..... LOOOOV-ED IT!!!! IT had lotsa colour, it was a bit less intensive and it was an enjoyable read. It was simple, yet effective in bringing the message, light and something one could easily relate to (at least i wonder what will happen if i die)
But i must say that you could improvise on the title. Maybe make it a little more catchy. Like instead of writing "Blackout...." , u could make it "BLACKOUT!!" with a bigger and a more bolder font. That way, the word stands out. And just by that, the blog looks a bit more fresh, lively, like the word is screaming at you !!! :)
My post will be out tommorow and ill be more regular from now on, given that i have to practise for mass media. So i am expecting a lot more CORRECTIVE and SUGGESTIVE feedback from both of you'll. :) take care Dude! Hoping to see u blog soon :D