Did i again hear patience?

Patience Pupa feels is a very patient word indeed. Imagine the guts it takes each one of us to convince ourselves to be patient!!

Pupal Take on Death

Pupa and me had a heart to heart on DEATH. Of course Osama's got us talking. Without going into the usual differences on 'was it him', 'proof kya hai', 'what role did Pak play'....let me come to the crucial question of Death.

I must say Pupa with his ample laze time does come up with some genuine thoughts. Anyway so here is the crux of a 'Pupal take on death'.

Pupa says (this reminds me of Buddha says...but strictly this is me just paraphrasing him) death haunts us from even before the conception of life. Well how many larvae turn into caterpillars? How many caterpillars turn into pupae? And how many Pupae into butterflies?

Profound but true. Death hovers round from the womb to the grave or the funeral pyre...ok lets just add...some reach the Towers of Silence too!

So should one be scared of death? Pupal take, it would be foolhardy to claim that one is not scared. All of us are. Well maybe not of death as death..but the forms it comes in or the wishes which go unfulfilled or the tasks which could not be completed.

How come some people are branded evil or saintly after death? While Mother Teresa gets a beatification, Osama gets the sea! Pupa believes God doesn't permit us to take such liberties. But when have jurisdictions not been over-reached? A Pope is going on to become a Saint. Who are we to decide who is the sinner or the saint? Even if we are in awe of someone's good earthly deeds, are we to become judges? Are we even capable of being judges? What moral, social, cultural, religious or intellectual claim do we have to make decisions about someone's deeds, life or afterlife. And even if we do...seriously it doesn't even matter.

You may condemn certain acts, you may appreciate some good deeds. But you cannot be a judge because as Pupa says a judge gotta be impartial and who can claim that for oneself! No wonder we go 'gaga' over someone one day and pelt rotten eggs on the same person the next day. Has the person changed or has our perception of him changed?

They say each one of us comes to the world with a specific purpose. So are we simply puppets in the hands of God? That reminds me of Rajesh Khanna in Anand -

"Babu Moshai, Zindagi aur maut uparwale ke haath hai jahanpanah, jise na aap badal sakte hain na mein. Hum sab toh rangmanch ki katputlian hain, jiski dor uparwale ke haath bandhi hai. Kab, Kaun, Kaise uthega, yeh koi nahi janta."

Was/Is Osama a puppet in the Almighty's hands too or did he go mutant...some chemical locha?? Dunno.

Pupa says what Osama did is between him and his God. He would be answerable to Allah even if his way to jannat or jahannum is through the sea! As for the 'discipline and punishment' of the earthly world he deserved what he did. But does the body deserve what it is getting?

Is it not sadomasochism in a new garb to show your hegemony on a lifeless body by condemning it to the SEA!! Is US playing Noah's Ark? Even Hitler got a grave!! (though an unmarked one). And our ever curious Pupa wants to know bout the justification that no country would give its land to bury Osama, well Mr. Obama did you ask these countries which you claim to be the 'sole spokesman' of?? Will the human rights folks say something or Uncle Sam with their Abu Ghraib and Guantanamo appear holier than thou to them!!

AB Senior takes centrestage - Anand mara nahi, Anand marte nahin.

Osama mara nahi, Osama marte nahin.

The soul didn't die, Soul never dies.

P.S - Violence in any form is bad, be it physical or emotional.

So that's a Pupal take on death with supplementary comments by me.

P.P.S - Did Will-Kat seal it with a "Till death do us apart" :p

Pupa's Love

Well Pupa's got a story to tell and its bout love. Love?? Umm..ya..not the lusty kind..nor the senti kind...just normal which even u and me can feel. So Pupa's got a simple take on a not so simple issue.

One day Pupa was dozing off in its cocoon thinking how pretty the world outside is. Well not that the cocoon wasn't good, it had its own perks. But somehow that cute lil butterfly with its dashing pink wings had its heart beating double the normal. Everyday the...now what's her name..ohk..lets call her Pinkie. Yes, so everyday Pinkie used to hover round Pupa's cocoon, peering inside and once she caught his eye she used to flutter her wings.

But what made his heart race like a motor engine? Well these two have a history. The usual boy meets girl. But Pupa being Pupa was a lil slow to catch up. He wanted to come out of the cocoon with his new wings and then make a proposition but of course Pinkie being a pretty thing had a lot of suitors and she wanted a commitment.

Pupa couldn't decide if it was love or not?

"YES..NO..Can't Say...Maybe..Do I have 'Phone-a-fren'?"

And finally it dawned on him...He was actually in love. He just couldn't sop crooning "Baby I am in love..love" and he was so utterly butterly in...LOVE.

But you see it was too little too late. Pinkie had grown tired of waiting besides now there was a new bloke on the scene with his shiny black flaps serenading Pupa's love interest. Poor Pupa was heart broken.

So Pupa goes into depression. "What good is life out there in the open when I don't get my Pinkie. Better I just curl up and die in this cocoon." The pain was unbearable especially when he saw the Black Flaps and Pinkie drifting together in the breeze.

But hey wait..was there just Pinkie outside..there must be others too..besides who cares for the Pinkies of the world..there is still the breeze and the flowers and the nectar to look forward to.

So after giving himself a pep talk our Pupa was calm. But love's got its own kicks and he saw the dashing duo together again and had that fresh pang of...whatyya call it..yes..jealousy! The Pupa twisted and turned but in the limited space of the cocoon how could he not see what was out there. He felt miserable.

Day in and day out Pupa saw the two together and got used to it. Finally one day it dawned on him. He was still in love with of course Pinkie. But it wasn't the same love. His love had modified. He appreciated her beauty and her manners but he had no expectations of being loved in return.

Our Pupa realized love isn't bout expecting to be loved back. Mutual love is great. But even if love is lost it is equally great as long as you know its not lost in your heart.

With a silent prayer for the couple Pupa in many many days finally had his mind at peace. The outside world held new meanings now.

P.S - this sets me thinking..our Pupa is surely reaching the threshold ;)

WHY??

I simply love the word "why" and you will see why :)

I love fielding questions and here i would just respond to the questions bout why this blog?

Q- Why lime-stone and why pupa's story?

Lime coz its my favourite colour and stone coz i could neither be a Sharon nor a flint :p

Well no, simply because it means metamorphosis into marble and into a butterfly. I am at that transitional phase of my life wherein there are no dramatic changes but the anticipation of some. Its like you are on the threshold raving to go but something's pulling you back saying, just a lil while more u aren't yet ready.

And well dats al it has to be bout the lime and the stone and the pupa.