98YR OLD MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE FOUND Messages in a bottle. Sailing the seas. That is a bit too clichéd for me. But here is an actual message that has been found after 98 years-
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EUTHANASIA The above refers to intentionally ending a life in order to end the person's unbearable pain and suffering. Although the actual meaning is "good death" in Greek, but I would hardly call it that. Many European and American countries have legalized it. In India, the high court refused it but the Supreme Court wants to debate on the subject. Honestly I have mixed feelings about this - on one hand, pain and sufferings that have been announced fatal by the doctor should allow euthanasia. On the other hand I agree that with the enormous amount of technological development every day we might even be able to cure the deadliest of diseases. Many a times the patient doesn’t want their family to see them in such pain and opt for euthanasia. This topic might touch close to a lot of people's hearts. Remember that life is not that simple. Each life is bound to a fabric - the fabric that consists of all the lives in the world. We are mere strings of that fabric but
THE FLOWER Ever paid attention to the flowers in the garden outside your bedroom window? take a look. How they sway with the wind. Now pay closer attention. When the seedling is pressed under the soil it gives birth to a new life , which in a few months, grow into a plant . The wind rocks through our little sapling , making make it's world shake . But it stands tall and mighty , fighting till it's last breath . The rain pours over it, burdening it with gallons of water , slowly trying to weaken it's strength but the sapling stays the same , fighting till it's last breath. Often we don't watch where we re going and crush the saplings hopes and dreams but it sustains them. The day comes when there is no sapling , in it's place is a strong , tall and appealing flower that looks nothing like the sapling . It overcame its fear and grew up to live all its dreams. It now was not the green little common stuff but a unique plant in the flower bed. Blooming with
RONAN I remember the last time, I kissed your face. Your silence was screaming in my ears. You gave me my best four years I love you for your mesmerizing charm, your cute little laughs and funny tales. They will never be lost You’ll stay alive, always in our hearts. And I will pray every day for your soul. With a hope that you’ll return to me, I will not give away those hand me downs,because somewhere I believe that you will grow into them. I will keep those toy cars and teddy bears for you to play with. I shrieked and wailed to god asking for answers. When you surrendered with your last breath in mum’s protective arms. Those cruel 8 months you fought your battle like a warrior, like a terrier. You gave me my best four years……………………………………………………….. -Mehak This is the story of a 4yr old boy who is no more. Ronan Thompson was a warrior and we should all learn from him. It brings tears to my eyes everytime I think of how many Ronans are suffer
I drew a sharp breath as I dipped my pen in the ink for the 50 th time . I stared at the blank paper and it stared back. As I kept my pen down , my thoughts wandered yet again- I could hear the silent cry and drop of tear , far away somewhere, of the newborn upon just becoming an orphan , the sister upon her last ‘rakhi’ , the mother upon the loss of her only son. At a time where everybody was loosing , who was to gain? My wet eyes brought me back , I stood up from my desk and walked out to sit on the front porch. I looked up to the sky which was on the brink of a storm.I picked up my copy of ‘Mahratta’ and opened up to the front page. The headlines greeted me with nothing but disappointment. It read- “ The Amritsar Massacre. Darkest Stain Of British Rule. 370 Dead and 1200 Wounded” To look at it another second was unbearable. Loss was’nt something new to me . Abba gave away his life so that his country could live. Just as we were recovering from his death, news of the Ja