I have an uncle who like many uncles of this world is of no use to his family. So when my granddad’s elder brother died childless, he became over emotional and attached for all the obvious reasons and he said the person who died, liked the “boondis” very much so it must be distributed during the last funeral rites. Needless to say, it was made and distributed. And still that uncle couldn’t get a dime from the fortune of the deceased.

So when you die, what is that you’ll be remembered for?

I remember this thought also crossed my mind when I was storming my brain out on the day of my first book launch. I prefer to call it first because I’m hopeful someday I’ll also tell the story when I published my second. Well, I was saying when I was thinking about what should I say during the book launch, this question crossed into my mind. May be it was a prophecy of how my book will eventually “die”.

Cut to six years I’m seeing Happy Hogan tells Morgan how our beloved mechanic liked cheese burgers. Man! Such strong feels. I want to talk about more about Marvel’s Endgame. But, maybe some other day. Today I’ll talk about the cheeseburgers and maybe “boondis.” Whatever it takes.

See, the thought of dying is not uncommon what’s uncommon is the thirst for answers that you want in your lifetime. You ask from yourself, you ask from people, you beg, you try to grab answers by the collar, but still there are questions which remain unanswered.

So how people will remember you?

There’s always a unique way in which any other person perceives you. You may have a picture of your personality in your mind, but for others, that’s just thirty percent of how they see you. So, maybe, if you ask, they’ll tell surprising things to you, about yourself. So if you’re lucky enough to open this portal where you can see what you are, you’ll be little nicer. A little kinder towards the unfortunates.

And if you cannot see what you are then leave others, what good you can do for yourself machha?

This is what will fall between what people will remember about you and what they’ll speak of you. And for politicians, there’s always a third highway of propaganda.

See you guys later.

Love,

J.