Picture for the Day :
That's a headless pigeon I saw outside school. It's head is bashed into its body....
Okay, so today I went to a friend's place to work on the script this play (Blood Wedding by Federico Garcia Lorca) that we're performing in school, and I randomly got thinking about death. For those who've read or watched the play, the male protagonist and antagonist die in the end while fighting over a (really selfish) woman. So after I read the play, I started wondering about how it feels to be dead. How does it feel to be so cold? So still? How can your blood not flow through your veins? How can your heart not beat? I got very intrigued by this whole concept and went into Thinkyland again. I realized that maybe death makes people around the deceased look at them differently. And that death really DOES put the deceased person at ease.
You let go of all your worries and concerns, but the downside is that you also leave behind the things you love' like perhaps your favourite CD now goes into someone else's CD player, or your favourite Beatles shirt is being worn and torn by a beggar kid in some random lane. Nobody can mess with your head anymore, but nobody can make you feel good about yourself either. You don't have to make people around you happy, or work on yourself anymore. But neither will you get the satisfaction of achieving the goals you'd set for yourself.
And if you're on the receiving side of the death, obviously you're losing a loved one or a person you knew existed. But don't you think you might look at the person differently once they die? Someone in my school died recently, and I got so much more aware of his existence. I started thinking about how life would be if I knew this guy, and what the guy must have been like. A new person came into my life and became important to me, because he's never coming back.
In an attempt to sum up my thoughts, I think Death in itself is quite a mad thing, but quite interesting to think about. I know this isn't exactly a very good topic to start my blog with, but I guess this is how I am. I like thinking about things that other people refuse to consider. I like the 'off' tag that people around me have attached to my name and face. Maybe now's not the time to think about this, but when I die, I'd somehow love to know who get affected by it. Don't you?
P.S - And here's the picture for today! It's a bit creepy so please be warned... It's a picture of a headless pigeon I saw outside my school while going home. The poor thing has its head bashed into its body, by a cat or something perhaps. I wanted to take a picture of the inside but my friends got freaked out and pulled me away. Meanos :@
Anyway, comment and share your views if you wish to, I'm waiting :)
That's a headless pigeon I saw outside school. It's head is bashed into its body....
Okay, so today I went to a friend's place to work on the script this play (Blood Wedding by Federico Garcia Lorca) that we're performing in school, and I randomly got thinking about death. For those who've read or watched the play, the male protagonist and antagonist die in the end while fighting over a (really selfish) woman. So after I read the play, I started wondering about how it feels to be dead. How does it feel to be so cold? So still? How can your blood not flow through your veins? How can your heart not beat? I got very intrigued by this whole concept and went into Thinkyland again. I realized that maybe death makes people around the deceased look at them differently. And that death really DOES put the deceased person at ease.
You let go of all your worries and concerns, but the downside is that you also leave behind the things you love' like perhaps your favourite CD now goes into someone else's CD player, or your favourite Beatles shirt is being worn and torn by a beggar kid in some random lane. Nobody can mess with your head anymore, but nobody can make you feel good about yourself either. You don't have to make people around you happy, or work on yourself anymore. But neither will you get the satisfaction of achieving the goals you'd set for yourself.And if you're on the receiving side of the death, obviously you're losing a loved one or a person you knew existed. But don't you think you might look at the person differently once they die? Someone in my school died recently, and I got so much more aware of his existence. I started thinking about how life would be if I knew this guy, and what the guy must have been like. A new person came into my life and became important to me, because he's never coming back.
In an attempt to sum up my thoughts, I think Death in itself is quite a mad thing, but quite interesting to think about. I know this isn't exactly a very good topic to start my blog with, but I guess this is how I am. I like thinking about things that other people refuse to consider. I like the 'off' tag that people around me have attached to my name and face. Maybe now's not the time to think about this, but when I die, I'd somehow love to know who get affected by it. Don't you?
P.S - And here's the picture for today! It's a bit creepy so please be warned... It's a picture of a headless pigeon I saw outside my school while going home. The poor thing has its head bashed into its body, by a cat or something perhaps. I wanted to take a picture of the inside but my friends got freaked out and pulled me away. Meanos :@
Anyway, comment and share your views if you wish to, I'm waiting :)
