It sounds funny and devastating both that people are so much worried about the lives of others. While they are unaware of the fact which foot they had put on the ground while getting down from bed this morning.. they are busy finding out what a particular famous person does in his day to day life, what he eats, how many glasses of water in a day, what are his views about Gay Movement..
People may like to defend themselves this peculiar, ignorant, unproductive, foolish behaviour in the name of “being informed” but the fact is these are the people who have not been able to crystallized their own persona and thus looking out for certain kind of pseudo gratification of ego by associating themselves in “fan-ship” of some or other famous, powerful, popular, unique person. I have never found someone being fan of a beggar. It may sound totally illogical desire of mine to see some perosn as fan of a street beggar but I ask Why not?
Psychologists say all Idol worship emnates from personal incompetancy whereas in the field of spirituality if we attach ourselves to imperfections, if we worship imperfections, if we indulge in anything with is less than “Poorna – The whole” it is worthless and leads us to darkness. The only light is of that “Poorna Parmaatma-The one whole God” which lights up the universe and its reflections, although beautiful but just carries the imperfections of the objects from which it gets reflected.
Why bother whether Micheal Jackson killed himself or not, BB? Become aware of your own death which is nearing every moment and if you do not get aware of that in fact you are commiting suicide. Michael Jackson will not come to take you when you die. But people still don’t give up. You may still like to feel like jesus on your dying..
I have heard.. An old preacher was was on his death bed. He sent a message for his Insurance agent and his Lawyer (they both happened to be his church members), to come to his home. When they arrived, they were ushered up to his bedroom. As they entered the room, the preacher held out his hands and indicated them to sit on each side of the bed. The preacher clintched their hands, sighed contentedly, smiled and stared at the ceiling. For some time there was pin-drop silence, no one said anything. Both the agent and Lawyer were touched and flattered that the old preacher would ask them to be with him during his final moment.
At the same time they were also puzzled because the preacher had never given any indication that he particularly liked either one of them.
Finally, the Lawyer gathered courage and broke the ice , “Preacher, why did you ask the two of us to come?”
The old preacher gathered some strength, then said feelbly, “Jesus died between two thieves, and that’s how I want to go, too.
Think of your death BB. Plan it.. and only way to plan your death is to become aware of self. Then there is no dying.. there is no death at all.