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A Death Wish

Communists are politically atheistic but it’s hard to find leftists who’ll carry their ‘defiant belief’ all the way till death…and beyond.

Dad and I never admired Jyoti Basu though we did probably have a soft corner for him as he was a distant relative. In death, Mr.Basu has possibly done more good than he ever did while alive. He had forbade his kith and kin from cremating his body, instead pledging to donate it to science. His corneas were extracted yesterday and his mortal remains will be handed over to the anatomy department of a hospital today.

Bravo, Mr.Basu! I salute you!

What’s my death wish? Well, mine is also a donation…but of a more selfish nature. Here it is!

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didi said…
Being apolitical I too wouldn't judge Mr.Basu as a politician.But as a human being my respect for him has increased immensely.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010 5:57:00 AM
Prateek said…
How are you? kya chal raha hai...
Wednesday, January 20, 2010 8:53:00 AM
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