Life Belongs to the Living; Death Belongs to the Dead
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In the early stages of progressive advance of penultimate decade of the last century I had to go through a medical questionnaire carried out by a lady physician on behalf of a life insurance company a procedural things, a requirement. Well, at the end on the completion of questions and answers form, the madam doctor, put her pen down on the table in front of her, and gave me a look of scepticism and immediately followed it with a pleasant smile, and then simultaneously accompanied it with a spontaneous remark: "I don't believe it".
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With strong faith in the sanctity of human life,I believe it is one’s bounden devoir to be looking after one’s bones,the divine’s sacred trust with greatest of responsibility and care; not make a mess of it,like the way we’re making a mess of His other sacred trust,Planet Earth.
Keeping my loyalties to my beliefs accompanied by my determined and salutary pursuits of the persued,I am (Dei gratia ) the living beneficiary of the acquired and the most desired status quo of the most salient features in the landscape of one’s physiological order,in that 1) My waistline measures the same as it has always done; to rule in the human factor with slight variations,few and far between now and then,right up to date,including all of the adolescent years of my boyhood.
(2) My weight remains the same as it has always been,give and take a pound or two,throughout my entire adult life.Here we are looking at not just a few years but a few decades,right till this very moment I am penning these lines.
I REST MY CASE…………………………………………………...OVER TO YOU
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About the Author
My entire Careerbid throughout my entire life,has been a bouncing ball bouncing back from one to the other,not because of my own choosing,but because of forced Career moves:A barrister manQue` to a disgruntled industrialist to a struggling agriculturist to a hard done by business executive and to top it all comes a fall, a fall steeper than the Niagra falls,a fall from riches to rags,a fall that opened my eyes and showed me the way to a career,the career of my own dreamworld,a wake up call and the direction to be what I've always wanted to be : A writer.
I was a child writer,an unpublished child writer.I took to writing like a duck to water.It was in my genes.Here I'm totally exhilerated,most comfortable,and bathing in the glorious fact that I've at last found the purpose of my coming to this world:To give.No it's not too late,It's never too late.As long as one's health keeps breathing in and out of one's body,it can never be too late