It’s a Wonderful After Life

They say when you die your whole life flashes in front of your eyes. So where was my showreel? Surely I had something to show for the life I have lived. It’s been how long since I passed away, crossed over to the other side, no more, gone to heaven, definitely not sleeping with the fishes, or whatever you may want to call it. Wow, it’s whole five minutes only, but it seems like it has been hours. Time seems to go by so slowly in the after life. Wow you can see life in slow motion.

Anyway, that can happen later, I am in no hurry to see my showreel, after all I ain’t going anywhere. But where’s the bright light that will guide me? Strange, haven’t seen any dead people, where are my fellow travellers in the afterlife? Now I can finally say, I can see dead people, but then I am one of them too. Strange how life can change in a matter of seconds.

Well, this wait is quite excruciating, more excruciating than waiting for death. Don’t you think I had enough and now I deserve rest? Well seeing all these people mourning my passing seems to dampening the moment. There’s nothing you can do, I know... 

when I am gone

When I am gone

You’re going to miss me when I am gone

You’re going miss by my hair

You’re going to miss Me everywhere 

You’re going to miss me when I am gone

I know it’s a difficult moment, it’s never easy saying goodbye, especially when it comes to someone you love and can’t do without, a void that you can’t fill, but...

Kiss me and smile for me

Please don’t shed a tear for me

Cause then you’ll never be able

To let me go

Cause I am leaving on my way to heaven

Don’t think I’ll ever be back again

Oh babe, I have to go

Wow, looks like death has made me quite the creative person. Oh well, I have to wait till I get the instruction text (like we do in elearning). So might as well as make the most of this time.

What’s this, i have received a ping here, quite impressive reception in the after life (by the way, where exactly is here?) so according to this message I can only get Mukti if my loved my loved ones release me, in short I am going to be here for quite a while. 

Come on people, I’ve lived a full but not quite a long life, but whatever life I have lived I have lived the life the way I want to, the life I was meant to live. So please don’t be selfish and....

Please release me, let me go

I am not living anymore

Please release and let me

Go on my way to heaven

Wow, I must say Death is bringing out the creative best in me. I swear I can script Afterlife: the Musical. Anyway till then I will spend my time doing Nonsensical l. 

Well for starter, nothing is hidden once you’re dead, all secrets will be known, and I am not talking my own. No secrets or thoughts shall remain hidden. 

The thing I’ve seen and heard makes me wish there was someone who I could share this juicy gossip with. Like those gossipy aunties who have juicy gossips but no one to share it with. There’s so much to share but no one to share it with. But then hearing about them has not only got me astonished but it has also kept me entertained.

As entertaining as it  is to hear the thoughts of others and see how they behave (which so often is opposite to what they are thinking, such hypocrites I say) what’s taking it so long to get my turn to meet my maker, to meet St Peter at the Pearly Gates. I have not seen a single soul, literally, since I’ve passed, apart from mourners. Where are all the souls gone?

Woooh what’s happening, why am I being pulled back to my body? What’s happening? Where am I? Who are you? What do you mean I was in surgery and now I am in recovery? Ain’t I dead? Why are you laughing? You mean to say I was under anaesthetics, sedated.

So I have been hallucinating the whole while. Oh dang! So it’s back to living and being alive.

Once Upon a Little Boys

Once upon a time, a few decades gap, born a little boy as cute as you could know. He had cutest of faces and the rosiest of cheeks that made everyone to squeeze.

He grew into this cute little boy, the apple as well as envy of many eyes. With the chubbiest of cheeks and softest bums like buns, though not of steel. Much to the delight of the aunties and others, who wanted to pinch and squeeze (you see, there was not known as abuse then), much to annoyance and charging of he.

His grandmother and mum wanted to see him plump, so they kept feeding him with all that he could take. And trust me he didn’t mind this a bit and gobbled up the food with delight. In the afternoon if you were to hear a sound, like a mouse scurrying around, it was just him rummaging through the cupboards for something to eat.

As he grew older and he became a bolder, his aunt and father felt that he needed to be disciplined, so off to the boarding he went. Now the food in the boarding was no good, and lil guy was in no mood, to eat the rice and the dal prepared in the day. So he stopped eating his noon meal and so the weight began to peel. So by the time he was out of the boarding, he looked a poor boy starving.

So once he was back home, his mom tried to make up for the time gone, trying to get to be fat again. College life brought out the eating of junk and all the fast food could. That meant putting on the little pound here and a little pound there. Not exactly making him fat, just healthy as he would love to say.

Now the little boy grew up into a not quite a strapping lad, and a model he wanted to be. So he tried to Gym, on a whim, but couldn’t sustain the enthusiasm. And with it went his weight. But obese was not he wanted to be, so he tried to apply himself more practically, whether at the Gym or what he ate.

Seeing all the hunks And well toned bodies all around, made this lil boy want to be the next model. So he strove to get into shape and even get his portfolio clicked. Sadly for him, the struggle of a model he couldn’t take. So he once more gave up on the dream. Looking at those pics now makes him cringe, because he was not the model that he thought he could be. But from this all came a something good he became health conscious and ate good food.

So the years went by and the lil boy grew older, he found and lost love and then love found him again, and that love made want to look good again. He got hooked on running as he was into gymming. Diets he followed, to some success and then he unfollowed. Health magazine he read and used apps to keep his workout in check. But his control over food wavered cause he always loved what he savoured, leading to weight gains and then the struggle to loose it again.

And now he’s trying to stay lean and from the results he has seen, inspires him to push onwards to try new things and new way to help him get lean and stronger. Weights was not just what he used, he tried crossfit and functional training and even a mix of both. The results he began to see made look triumphantly, cause although he knew he was cute, but now he was lean and hot to boot (or at least that he felt). So this lil boy promised himself, to continue to take care of his health and always strive to look good.

So this a story of a lil boy that I once knew. It could be me, or it could be you.