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ANWE-ISM : THE SEVENTH TENET

If you think death guarantees peace, you are grossly mistaken.

A note: I have not seen death. I've seen people dying. I've seen honour-killing. I've seen suicides. I have seen people condemning the dead, innocent victims of fate. If you want peace, you have to work for it. To work,we need to be alive. And so was this realization.

Comments

MultiMenon said…
kyon?? :P I know u wud bug me even after am gone...apart from that?? :P

Loads love,
Nikhil
Priya Joyce said…
hmmm...dunno...kabhi mari nahi :P
Hemanth Potluri said…
death is way to find peace...it never comes with a guarantee certificate :)..nice one sis :)..

urs..hemu..
Vinz said…
Maybe... But since we are not sure, y not believe that...

:)
Ria said…
yes.....maybe, how do v know for sure!
Leo said…
perhaps so.. but how do we know?
Thousif Raza said…
Sach may? hmm are you saying this by experiance?? lol :P


take care and keep writing..........
Ria said…
hmm...after reading the note i agree with u sweets.
Hemanth Potluri said…
the note says it all sis :)..

urs..hemu..
k.ø.c.h.ü said…
u havent seen death but uve seen people dying??? n still uve seen honour killings n suicides???

natural deaths do guarantee peace dear...itz de unatural death dat create havoc..n again datll happen only if u happen how u will b dealt with..!! i say this wid authority coz ive seen POST MORTEM EXAMINATION !! LIVE VOILAA..!! so world dont suicide :)n here is another 'death LIVE'
http://evincere.blogspot.com/2008/09/triage-prioritising-lives.html
indianhomemaker said…
True. Honor killings and suicides are not 'death' :(

And there should be no peace for those who cause either.
kanha said…
Ya i agree with you but i have seen lots of people who heartily want to die. . .
May be they are so confused that they r not able 2 choose a destination . . .
I dont know what that situation feels? Ok bored you a lot. Take care. And me being a bengali wish you happy dussera.
ABHISHEK SiM said…
p.s. at the kills the tenet. but a great tenet!
Ekam said…
Well we can't really say about that
ANWESA said…
@multimenon,
the note says it all...
ANWESA said…
@dhanya,
yes,i do :)
ANWESA said…
@lil' priya,
toh main kahan 4 baar mari hoon ?
bhavnayon ko samjho...
ANWESA said…
@hemanth,
thanks!!m glad that you could understand what i meant without the note.
ANWESA said…
@vinz,
yes,you better do :)
ANWESA said…
@ria,
thanks dear!!!!
ANWESA said…
@leo,
i guess the note ll make it clear..
ANWESA said…
@thousif raza,
no,by observation..
ANWESA said…
@kochu,
i remember that post of yours quite well.
ANWESA said…
@IHM,
yes,absolutely...
ANWESA said…
@kanha,
no,i'vnt got bored.instead it has got me thinking.
happy dussehra to you too!!

Odias also celebrate Durga Puja in a big way.
ANWESA said…
@abhishek sim,
the note was necessary coz my readers thot i was being funny.
thanks for visiting!!!!!
ANWESA said…
@ekam,
k...take your time...
Sourav !!! said…
I don't think death guarantees peace! Life is more wonderful, I don't want to die ... I love it and I'm living it :)
ANWESA said…
@sourav,
i perfectly appreciate the attitude of yours....

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