Assisted Suicide/Voluntary Euthanasia...

Sue Rodriguez's death in 1994, assisted by an anonymous physician,Svend Robinson rung the alarm of Euthanasia ...and it has been a topic of debate ever since...

In all the debates that have ever happened as of now,there have been only two categories who argue against IT...

Type I-The THEISTS, for they consider Euthanasia as a sacrilege on the grounds of the tenets and the dogmas that they have been preached..
They'd argue that if it's not in our hands to grant a life to somebody ,it would be Blasphemous to take somebody's life...and that The Death and The Life, both lie in the hands of almighty...

I'd blatantly want to ask these Theists..
Don't these preachings tell us to find a way to put an end to our sufferings,to let lose, to release.??..The one that we call Moksha...
And what if we have already suffered enough,and what if we already know a way to culminate our sufferings???
Why do we always have to succumb to the fatalism?
In today's world of science (where Craig Venter created artificial Life from a scratch),why can't the church and science go hand in hand?

Type II - The ETHICISTS ,they are the "common man" whose conscience have been parasitized by *The Society*, they follow all the rules, stick to all doctrines and laws religiously, they would argue against euthanasia/assisted suicide on the grounds of ethics, moral values, laws that have already been laid down by the society...

I absolutely agree legalizing Euthanasia would demand a lot...validating the case by getting into the legalities the deepest we can...

BUT Isn't it as important a case as a rape case,a murder case or a divorce case would be.?
I consider this even graver,that somebody's is fighting with the world ,to choose dying,imploring to help him die, to release him of the excruciating pain that he's going through every single second even without committing any crime...

What do you consider a more humane thing to do, to a man who suffers from a terminal illness?
Help the man put an end to his sufferings,if he's really imploring you to ,OR, watch him die little by little every single day?
I'd say it would be more than an ordeal happening to that being,while you act like his garroter...what could be more sacrilegeous than this?

Rodriguez was diagnosed with amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS), and she fought to have a legal right to assisted suicide.Under the Criminal Code of Canada,assisted suicide was punishable by a maximum sentence of 14 years in prison.She twice took her cause to the Supreme Court of Canada,but ultimately lost both battles.It was then in 1994 ,she decided to take her own life with the help of Svend Robinson.

Even Socrates chose to drink the goblet of hemlock for he couldn't have lived with the *pain* of *NOT* practicing his philosophic vocation...so he chose Dying with Dignity..

Many proponents advocate the term "voluntary Euthanasia" instead of "assisted suicide" ,for suicide is considered a "sinful act " by the church...
Recent studies also show that the available evidence suggests that the legalisation of physician-assisted suicide might actually decrease the prevalence of involuntary euthanasia.

I'm glad that Assisted-suicide has been legalized in several jurisdictions, including Belgium, Luxembourg, the Netherlands, Switzerland and three American states (Oregon, Washington and Montana).

A person suffering from some terminal sickness should be given the right to choose DYING WITHOUT PAIN before death otherwise swallows him...

The Airport, The Departure.... 3rd sept '10

We get down the car...

The lights,the commotion, the hustle - bustle, the honking of the horns, the people rushing past me....a newly wed couple,so besotted with each other ,looks like they're flying to honeymoon in Switzerland or Paris or somewhere...
a mom continuously instructing her son..looks like he's flying for further studies to Harvard, Stanford or somewhere...
a disconsolate wife with her kid in her arms and tears in eyes...looks like she's come to see her husband off,who may not get back to em soon...


And... As you start mounting the luggage on the trolley,the lights start dimming everywhere in front of me.

Everything starts blurring and i can see only silhouettes of people as we tread towards the departures entry.

My head starts spinning around,and there's ringing in my ears..

The flashback: the tears,the laughs, the fights, the kisses, the teasing, the hugs, the witty banters, the whining, the taunts, the warm smile, the chocolates, the flowers, the drives, the walks, the cycle ride, the shopping, the biking lessons......

And ....The time to check in....
You hug me the last time and my heart starts pounding in my head and the feelings so mixed ,
as we reach gate 6..
The blood starts receding from my veins,as i see you walking through the departure's entrance, from counter to counter, to the luggage carousel, farther and farther away...

My world comes crashing down as you get lost into the crowd,and eventually out of sight.

The tears just don't stop. The security guards,the people around, looking at me,some with cold,some with pitiful,and some with remorseful eyes...two of them even come up to empathize.

It feels like someone is strangulating me ,and asphyxiating i want to Shout Out Loud....

Why do we have to succumb ourselves in the name of some crappy "Mr. Future"...who we don't even know to exist???
How can we be so sure that it'll fetch us happiness???
...Why can't we be happy right now when it's totally in our hands???
Why do You have to go away?

Why this fatalism??Why?

Happiness...a mere farce..

We keep running ,running and running the rat race for "happiness"...the void,the shallow,the superficial,the insubstantial happiness that we know.

I'm also one of those,i'm also one amongst "WE",except for the times when i'm blotto and inebriated.that's when i soar up above all the materialisms,the covetousness,the avariciousness,the voidness.....
I see the world trapped in this hamster cage of job,money,sex,prada,louis vuitton,kids,orgasms...and all these tags have a TM:HAPPINESS.

Ever bothered to introspect that this happiness is ephemeral???....the sooner you get used to it,the sooner it eludes you.

A school kid gets elated with joy with a bowl of candy,when young,a bike becomes that bowl,then getting a decently paying job,and as a young man ,orgasm transmogrifies into that bowl of candies....and he is contented enough to assume that the orgasm that happens to the genitalia is the highest state of happiness....And i think it is *imprudent* enough not to even bother to think that there could be one that could happen to your brain,that will imbue your intelligence with the enlightenment,the brightness,rather than the "black out "that you know,lasts only a few seconds...and this illumination could last infinitely.
You'll rise above all materialisms,the shallowness,the fear.

For that ,we need to find answers to.. Who we are? And What we are for?....for the highest purpose is simply lost and lost forever...we all keep running this vicious circle with a blind fold on our eyes without caring for the PURPOSE we are born for,we have come to life for.

I Miss It All...

The crappy tussle,
The smile so subtle.

The karma magic,
The crazy logic.

The scientist song,
The dreaming long.

The collected cans,
The complaisance.

The extreme ways,
The pissed off face.

The disorientation,
The trepidation.

The rooftop talks,
The undid knots

The crapulence,
The abstinence.

The sleepless night,
The diffused light.

The softest touch,
The sound of "hush".

The brooklyn mug,
The perfect hug.

The french omelette,
The colour violet.

The reckless heart,
The faux-pas.

The veins so stressed,
The hair unkempt

The sleepy voice,
Leaves no choice....

I Leave behind...

I walk out of this party in all drunkenness,
My heart inundated with youth’s sunkenness.

I dread what will become of me,
For so reckless I have always been.

It is beautiful, and I’m drunk and high,
The party is hovering in fronta my mind’s eye.

I have an urge to return,
But I do know there’s more to yearn.

For there’s so much more to learn,
And this recklessness I should burn.

By and by I come to thee,
For your sake from the party I flee.

Last word with you will have me revivified,
It’s in your arms hereby, I wish I died.

You are the one I dreamt for so long,
Time has come when I say that song.

I walk and walk with the vision so blurred,
I shouted to them , but no one heard.

I relished the drinks and music there,
But when I left,there wasn’t a sole to care.

Violent winds penetrate this gut of mine,
Am I reaching you ,or am I short of time?

This teal-taffeta that I’m dressed up in,
And winds make me faint for so much I sinned.

I swivel to see if I have come too far,
But neither a speck of light, nor a single star.

I feel lost, so lost inside,
Am I reaching you ,or am I short of time?

I’ve hurt my leg, my hands, my soul inside,
And the pain as if I’m firmly tied.


I see a man, from his horse,alight,
And question if he would give me a ride?

That’s when to another side he veered,
I cried out loud but no one appeared.

I freeze and freeze as if it were rigor mortis,
Will any one take me to where his fort is?

I no longer yearn for those tequila and lime,
Am I reaching you or am I short of time?

The Nightmare

I was effete ,i was callow
Hit the rock,when the path got narrow
Breaking my wing, i fall back on earth
Realizing my wound, i realize my worth.

The edge of the cliff you take me to,
I beg ,i plead but you turn so blue,
For the blood just ebbed from the heart of you
And this cold thing i hardly knew.

I try to fly but all in vain
For the broken wing and so much pain.
The lightning and thunder, it begins to rain
My elysian world begins to drain.

I scream ,i shout,this is not our fate,
There's no such way you would corroborate,
For the bosom deluging with so much hate,
The eyes so cold and obdurate.

The tennuous thread while you cut i see,
One last chance ,i beg and plea,
Till the last drop of hope my heart could weep
Then i close my eyes and take a leap.

I drown and drown in this stygian sea
And the water begins asphyxating me.

I forego the struggle ,for the hope just left
I feel bereaved,forlorn and oh so bereft.

Just when the life begins to recede,

A salubrious touch on the hand i feel.
with so much effort i open my bleary eyes
The warm sunshine,your angel smile,
Realizing the nightmare,i take a deep sigh.

KEYNES or HAYEK?

Governments across the globe are using Keynesian stimuli to revive drooping economies. Even George Bush has presided over the greatest stimuli in
US history, with a projected fiscal deficit of $1.2 trillion and monetary injection of almost $2 trillion by the Fed. But is the recession Keynesian? Trillions of dollars of stimuli have failed to end the downswing. Keynesians argue that even trillions are not enough. Really? The current recession looks more Hayekian than Keynesian. A Keynesian recession represents a sudden fall in demand, and can be remedied within six months by pumping enough purchasing power into the economy. A Hayekian recession, however, is caused by misallocation of resources over a long period, driven by unrealistic interest rates, ending in a bust that requires years of structural adjustment. Such a recession can last a decade (as in Japan in the 1990s). The many recessions between World War II and the oil shock of 1973 proved amenable to Keynesian remedies. But 1973-80 witnessed a Hayekian recession, caused by excess pumping of money into economies in an attempt to stimulate them. Rising trade union demands meant that the stimuli translated into higher wages and inflation, not higher production. After this era of stagflation, economists could hardly utter the word ‘Keynesian’ without a snigger — it had become a joke. However, the recessions of 1991 and 2001 were mild affairs remediable by Keynesian stimuli. Keynes was back in fashion. So, when the subprime mortgage crisis hit the US in 2007, it responded with Keynesian nostrums. But to no avail. Politicians want to be seen as quick and effective. They love Keynesianism, which puts them in the driver’s seat, allowing them to portray recessions as caused by greedy business villains, and paint themselves as rescuers. But Hayekian recessions occur when politicians themselves distort the economy for years, creating misallocations of resources that ultimately prove unsustainable. The consequent bust cannot be ended by pumping in more money. Rather, the entire economic structure must change to correct the historical misallocations, and make future growth sustainable. This involves wrenching changes in individual, corporate and political behaviour. Neither the public nor politicians are quick to acknowledge a Hayekian recession. They would rather hope it is Keynesian, remediable by pumping in more money. Yet at some point somebody will surely declare that Emperor Keynes has no clothes.