199 - The sun stroke

The first definition of sun that I vividly remember when I was 5 years old was that the sun was a great ball of fire.

As I grew up, I read a lot of things about the sun- from science to geography to religion to philosophy. All of it had utmost importance for this great ball of fire.

And every passing summer, I saw how many people suffered from that heat. Some of them died. And some of them looked forward to mangoes- aah, the gift of summer. Some of them like me looked forward to the pickles.

We need sun for everything. We even treat him as our own god. Across many civilizations. And rightfully so.

And yet. Despite our needs for him we will continue to see the heat he can evoke. We will continue to see the anger in that great ball of fire. We shall continue to curse him on a daily basis.

And yet. He still comes back every morning. Rises up with all the glory and shine.

One day... One night... That night will never end. 

198 - The leftovers...

The final cut was just performed to open up a host of untold stories. Lying on a steel table in a pool of nothingness the mind did wonderful tricks.

Oh, wait a minute- he just remembered the words he heard last from a person wearing a white coat saying he was dead. So this was what death was like! He then understood that something still worked despite the finality with which death happened in life. Whoever anyway knew about what happened after death...

The 2 docs who were now attending to him to figure out what went wrong on his body- oh, root cause of his death were talking amongst themselves. This is of course just a job. Otherwise, how would a person, leave alone 2 people having a conversation would be thinking or talking about the Christmas vacation this year? Gods must be crazy.

Suddenly there was a gasp from one of them which drew the attention of the other. Well, this must really be something that was out of the blue. Else, in this side of the universe called the morgue, there were very few things that would elicit a doctor's shock during an autopsy.

The doc was short of scratching his head. He checked the papers he received again. Almost nervously. He re-checked the gender. It most definitely was male. He looked enquiringly at the other doc who was now looking at an unbeating heart.

There were two very interesting observations that went into the papers, they were furiously writing on, with a very scrawny drawl with a black pen. Exactly like doctors would or may do.

It was written-

1. A broken heart that seemed to die quarter century ago. The heart ache was very visible. A strange phenomenon to happen.
2. Male with a broken and dysfunctional vagina.

The docs were very puzzled. How did the female become male?

The last laugh of course was His. The poor suckers in whites perhaps wont ever get the joke. The soul still lived to tell the story some day. For matters of soul, gender is irrelevant, of course!