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Dividing line that blurs and shines


A thin line that surfaces between ‘inevitability’ and ‘death’ is sometimes bright and visible to the pragmatic or brave. But one cannot justify it by sounding logical. It does give a jerk to the senses but somehow the emotional binding keeps tugging at the conscience. Yet that fluke decision is quick and necessary. We nowadays call it ‘passive’ death that permits the body cells to die a natural death. If imposed on oneself it is called suicide –Not a brave act though.
A few such cases of ‘passive ‘deaths were witnessed by me does call for a debate from both the medical side and the layman’s. Views on life differ. Life’s ‘inevitable’ connect with death is mysterious . A recent news item when parents opined, almost implored to the authorities to allow ‘passive’ death for their eight month old baby who suffers from a liver disorder almost incurable.
Not so long ago the natural death of a nurse who unfortunately was brutally raped, fell into a coma for almost two decades or more made all sigh a breath of relief.
An ex-UN employee who fell headlong into a swimming pool after jumping from the springboard . Her head hit first the pool’s floor thus went into a coma despite getting immediate  medical aid. The relatives discovered no foul play and reverently wanted her to die or her support systems be disentangled. All due to the lack of spirit to see her lay on bed like a vegetable.
Many such instances where mercy killing could lessen the emotional burden looked practical and convenient for the victim but had been denied the right to die. The law of the country does not permit death even in desperate circumstances. Sometimes even with the patient’s consent or euthanasia cannot be practiced
In the wake of recent developments through war and no-war zones there exists an abstract divide which does not match ‘human’ intentions in the sub-conscious. The incorrigible balance/ divide between Genocide and Xenophobia is creating doubts in the civilized world. The dividing line is noticeable when man-made tragedies exceed accidents or human atrocities. Incidents that do keep rattling the inner voice are momentary. As individuals are we fit to lead a nation or let us be ruled by selfish leaders who have an agenda ? We as matured global citizens should recognize good leaders who promote peace and unity.

Counselling leadership to steer away obstacles for human progress has been raising its head support it if it is for the good of mankind. Opposing in a healthy manner does work but revolting  for defiance should be shunned, now and always.

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