Wednesday, July 30, 2025
Gurkhas are closely associated with the khukuri, a forward-curving knife, and have a reputation for fearless military prowess. Former Indian Army Chief of Staff Field Marshal Sam Manekshaw once stated that: "If a man says he is not afraid of dying, he is either lying or he is a Gurkha." — Sam Manekshaw
Monday, July 21, 2025
An Obituary of a Living Person. I wrote this with a little help from AI.
Obituary of a Living Person (i.e., Me)
RIP.... Rest in Peace.
Yes, I’m alive. And yes, I’m writing my own obituary—so this isn’t posthumous.
People usually write wills. I chose this instead.
Let’s just pretend I’m dead.
I’ve never read anything quite like this—though someone, somewhere, must’ve done it.
Still, here I am. Writing it anyway.
Is it easy? No.
Is it complicated? Maybe.
Is it necessary? I don’t know.
The self-proclaimed Hunchbacked Whirling Dervish passed away today.
No fanfare. No breaking news.
Just a quiet exit in a noisy world.
Maybe it's a terrible idea—writing this while I'm still breathing.
Or maybe… just maybe… it’s the only honest thing I’ve done in a while.
A ritual for clarity. For closure. For courage.
My soul stands among the departed now.
I grieve myself.
And somehow, I rejoice.
Isn’t that strange?
Please don’t cry.
Look—I’m smiling.
Don’t mourn me loudly.
I never knew you all loved me this much.
And I certainly didn’t realize how deeply I loved you, too.
I can’t come there.
You can’t come here.
I’m sorry.
I love you.
Forgive me.
Someday, we’ll meet again.
Don’t be sad.
This is not the end.
This is just the space between
death
and
resurrection.
—Written by a living soul, with a little help from AI. 🤍
