[I] SEEK NO MOKSHA

Diljeet: o kaake mai kee keh reyaaa si?

Sukhi: The End da shtyle
Diljeet: haaaan.... o sukhi yaar jo marzi kar le.. gali ka kutta b ni bhaunkega saade marrne te. Saada The End da style ikko hi hoyega.. safed kapde mein lapaet k lae jayenge bhain de takey. Sirf Ajay ko lapeta jayega.. t(i)rangey mein. Aur di jayegi... ikki sopo di talaami.


An excerpt from the complete-st movie I’ve ever seen and the most admired work of Indian cinema (atleast according to me), Rang de Basanti. I have been discussing the way I would want to die in many forums, but those threads haven’t really received enough replies to sustain their activity for any longer than a day or two. The thought dies. Every Single time it’s given a new life. In false hope and amidst high optimism. Just yesterday I was reading Aman’s blog and I knew I just had to blog about this.

Picture this. Your hard work and sacrifices (in many a field) have paid off. Monetarily. You are filthy rich. And all you want is that silver black McLaren Mercedes SLR BRABUS. What a bitch. Sleek. Powerful. Convertible. FAST. Hop on and fly away. Maybe I took it more literally than I should have. Driving all the way in the plains till I have had enough. And then, to the winding roads. Or a cliff. And forget I had brakes.

Aman did a fantastic job with his reply to the cautioning boards that advise u to drive slow and steady.

I have had so many people call people who commit suicide as quitters. In most cases, they’re correct. But not every time. How can you call that to someone who’s done all he ever wanted to, and just one thing remains in his to do list now. Experience flying without bounds. No safety belts, no life saving equipment. Pure 100% flight. The feeling that the world’s all yours. Or has been. A note that says thank you, world, you’ve been nice and I hope I did my job. And it with “I love you all..” well maybe not all but doesn’t it sound nicer?

From the comments on his blog, I now know there aren’t many takers for this idea. And those who do identify a tid bit, or more, have different ideas for their own THE END da style. Best of Luck people.

This is a picture from a kasauli trip last September. And has the hidden intent. It might never be too early. But I definitely need to be more sure than I am right now. A perfect plan. Fool Proof. The perfect gear shifts, the perfect timing of the take off. For that maximum Air-time. I may even consider jumping out of the merc mid air. But I would allow atleast this amount of instantaneous reaction, to decide whether or nor I’d jump, or pettier things like what am I going to wear that day. But as I said, its gotta be perfect. For no magic kiss to wake me up. I wish I could play Max Payne 2 in real life.. all the bullet time I’d save, for this very moment.

With all this brewing in my mind, Chop Suey seemed the ideal choice for the playlist starter. The Thorn within was next. No Questions asked. My brain usually has different notions than my heart about my playlist, but you know who should win, don’t you?

“I don't think you trust, In my self righteous suicide”

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