Amit Goes Blogging

The writing is simple; the subject emotionally overwhelming. The book eases the reader into life's grim realities we all have to contend with—old age, disease, decrepitude, and death. If suffering is likely to precede death and, in those final stages, you are expected to make tough decisions for yourself or on behalf of  your loved ones, you would do well to read the book. The author speaks to the medical fraternity and to those who look up to it to fight mortality. A targeted medical intervention or a technically successful surgery may bring professional/academic satisfaction to the medical practitioner, but for the terminally ill or those in their ripe old age, it usually comes at the cost of autonomy and quality of life. This hardly concerns the doctor if he is able to fix up the 'actual' problem. The doctor treats the patient’s problem as a challenge to his competence and speaks with the pride of a qualified medical practitioner. To his patients, he gives an objective e

They published what was yet a working draft. Very repetitive and does little justice to the subject it sets out to treat. Only the last chapter has some significant comments. Of religious sermons, I have had enough. The book is mostly anecdotes from the lives of spiritual men, quotes from scriptures, mostly Buddhist, and couplets. Arun Shourie merely restates scriptural statements and adds some personal account to back it up. He anchors the book with episodes from lives of a few great men towards the fag end of their lives and in their final moments. The author seeks lessons for us ordinary mortals in their acceptance of death and in their indifference to prolonging their earthly life. I wonder what can I learn from the lives of these men who were convinced of an everlasting life into which they will be delivered upon physical death. Besides controlling appetite(s) and coveting solitude, I don't think there is any other lesson or preparation possible for me. Appetite-control ruled

His grandfather died! My friend could not attend the funeral. His father decided against it considering the loss of time and money it would incur. Father was rather snotty about his rank and office. He knew well that a son is pleased with inheritance rather than affection. In pursuance of this belief, father never wasted his love on his only son. Unfortunately, even mother’s behaviour was a little uncharacteristic. She was a mother by virtue of being wedded to the father of the boy. She never persuaded him for a second helping at the dinner table nor entreated him to stay at home a little longer during vacations. The cords of motherly love when under constant strain by a disciplinarian father can sometimes go weak. In her case, they snapped. Grandfather was the only family he knew. When he got the news of his death, he was inconsolable. His grief was writ large on his face. He used to share everything with his grandfather who always encouraged him like a friend. But now, he had no