Death has no DIGNITY!!!!

Ever wondered why death always picks on life? Don't tell me that its the way its meant to be...I will not buy that....What I am trying to say here is that....Death always goes after life who has no choice but to surrender to death in the end....If death really had some pluck he would pick a bone with someone his own size, someone who can fight back...I thought about this and concluded that DEATH HATH NO DIGNITY!!!

" Death is a coward"...I mentioned this to my friend and he looked at me incredulously and felt my forehead to check if it were hot....

"Have you flipped your lid" he asked...but i persisted....

" Think about it" I said....."I would be a coward, a bully , if I were to fight a 5 year old kid, because, the end result of such a fight would be known...I would win anyways...It won't be a fair fight"......."And Death fights such a fight everyday....."..." a fight where life would eventually lose"....

but my friend would not give up either...." If there were no death, we would not appreciate life"

Now wait..."where did that third entity called 'WE' come into the picture? the fight is between life and death....."

"Ok, Ok, let me rephrase......If there were no death, life would not be apreciated, just as good would not be appreciated if there were no evil"......

"aaaahhhh....my friend...there lies a difference between 'life and death' and 'good and evil'.....good need not bow down to evil always.....good has sufficient chance as evil to emerge victorious..."

My friend throws up his hands in despair...and he says " what's gotten into you today?"...and I have a story to tell him....

"I was sleeping in my room when there some commotion outside, and something brown and fluffy came fluttering into my room.......I saw to my delight that it was a tiny sparrow.....but the poor thing was terrified and flew to hide behind the TV......My mom came in and told me that the mother of the sparrow was teaching it to fly and was waiting outside (Since when did my mom understand sparrow lingo?)....well, I am supposed to be good with animals (and birds)....so i spoke to the little scared thing in a very soothing voice and got it out from behind the TV...its claws were buried into my skin and I figured it was only because it was in unknown territory......as i let it fly out through the balcony...my mom and I sighed with satisfaction to see the little one rejoin its family........and then SWOOOOOSH....and chaos, pandemonium.....A CROW HAD GOTTEN THE BABY SPARROW.......I was rooted to the spot for a few seconds...once I came around...we shouted, we threw stones.....but the crow flew away with the little guy and many crows followed suit...their lunch was arranged for.......I cried my heart out.....partly 'coz of the death of the sparrow and partly 'coz of guilt......I could have let it stay behind the TV......My mom said it was the balancing act of nature.....thats when this whole thought struck me.....Death vs. life...."

and then my friend said......"the reason why the crows went after the baby sparrow was life......"
"Life was trying to fight death....Eating would keep the crows alive.....It's a circle ....and a vicious one at that"

Partly defuzzed...but still kinda pissed off with death......I decided to write about it!!!!!