Life's Short, Make It Count!

~ this post is dedicated to someone who lived his life like he was the king of the world ~ 

When I was younger, I'd often fear a lot of things - fear of the creepy alien from Koi Mil Gaya, fear of writhing snakes (actual snakes and human snakes), fear of not living up to expectations and...

Fear of dying.

I remember when I was eight, I'd huddle closer to my mom, while sleeping, and would often cry thinking about what would happen if I die. 

Would my family be crying for me? Would my friends stop playing at all? 

Or would they promptly replace me with a super-awesome new kid who'd be so smart and perfect that my people would forget I'd ever existed in the first place?

But as the years passed by, the pile of homework and the burden of getting a career sorted got larger and death just got sidelined to news like "Oh, did you know, so-and-so-passed away?"  

But it all changed a couple of weeks back, when a grand uncle of mine passed away, all of a sudden.

A month ago, he was fine - as hale and hearty as a horse.

And suddenly, he got a stroke, got hospitalized and passed away - all in a matter of a week.

Everyone in the family was numbed by the shock. Nobody had ever, ever anticipated it and some of us still can't believe it happened.

That's the funny thing about death, you know.

One minute, everything's normal.

The next minute, someone dies and it's like the world's halted to a standstill. Everything around you fades away and only the person's face comes in front of your eyes - laughing, talking and living.

But you know it: the person's gone. They're not coming back.

And often, it's this sense of emptiness that makes us feel sad. Our own definition of our normal life has suddenly changed and we're finding it tough to come to terms with that.

When we do finally understand that the person's gone, it feels like we've been deliberately pushed into deep waters and we're drowning.

It feels like the longest time - we're in the water, utterly stagnant and all the noises around us are faded - and then...

We realize we have to get back up.

The person we're mourning for is long, long gone. All we have left is the rest of our life - a life which we can only make the most out of, if we stop mourning and start living.

And by living, I don't mean that you have to keep existing and doing things as per the status quo.

By living, I mean, really living. Enjoy whatever you take up - be it brushing your teeth, washing your face or starting your own kickass business.

Don't exist and fade into oblivion.

Live like you're the king of the world.

As a very wise (but so, so handsome) young Jack Dawson had once said, "You learn to take life as it comes at you - to make each day count."

Stay awesome as ever,

Much love,

Archie <3

P.S. I have revamped my blog's look to denote my current frame of mind: a little bit of melancholia but eagerness for newness that's to come! :) 


  1. So insightful Archie, gotta learn how to carpe the hell out of every diem

  2. Very serious thoughts on life and death put forward by you.Really both are an enigma. We don't know why we are born only how we are born. The famous thinker Huxley in a poem says if out of the millions of sperm instead of the particular sperm which joined to create me was not the one but another the chances are that it might have been a genius. So much is the accidental aspect of life. Death is just the end of that living creature and nothing more to expect from that even though we would like to believe in a life after life! Another thing is that most of us are dying to our unlived lives as the poet said. We just exist forgetting to live. Really one has only very few hours to live on a day as we spend our time waiting for many things, doing our daily chores, sleeping, travelling to a destination etc.etc. For argument sake we can say this is living.Is it? We can say it is living only if we are doing these things genuinely enjoying these.But nobody can enjoy it when it is a routine.So out of the few hours left to live how many will really live? When someone who is well known to us passes away we look back and wonder whether we had cared for him/ her as much as he deserved or as much as we wanted.In our hurry little time is left for others and even for ourselves and there comes death uninvited, the silent joker with no sense of time or situation. We are left staring to the infinity thinking whether we did enough for this person who had been so good.Eeriefairy raises all these questions leaving us to ask whether we are really living or just existing.

  3. I would suggest 2 books to you. Arogyanikethan By Tharashankar Bannerjee in which death is the central character and Death in the family by James Agee.
    Death is not that serious a part of life. Living is much more serious where you have to swim on your own and take decisions on your own. And time is such a great healer and people disappear like those photographs of gory scenes in TV Channels where the images are so hazy. Initially you try to decipher it but later give up and then forget. I am scared of living rather than dying because I have too many choices. it make life interesting and scary at the same time. Death as we know now (Can be wrong) is a boring full stop. Now a days I do not try to see any dead body "To pay respect" as they call it because he/she is not there.Love the living cherish the way they lived and loved and forget the body that carried him/her


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