Wondering about wandering in the space.

Watching the movie GRAVITY for the fifth time. I couldn't resist but pen down the lingering thought I always had since the second watch. Usually when I strike a conversation  about the movie, most people expressed their thoughts and feelings if they were in the suit of the protagonist. Almost all the delima of 50-50 chances of life and death, what would they have done? Would they fight for survival or give up and wait for the ultimate fate?

I don't know how many other would have thought about being in the shoes of the character played by GEORGE CLOONEY. I for one, found myself lost in such  thoughts many a times. Knowingly letting go of the slightest opportunity of survival to ensure at least one life is saved and embracing fate with a willing heart...

What if we were to leave the grip of hope and let go of last chance? Once the final radiowave leaves the frequency and no more voices reach each other, probably we would watch the other human strangled in confusion and fear and yet struggle to swim to the shore of life. we might wish them good luck with all our heart and wait for the moment to sink in. Then when the reality of the inevitable death strikes, will we panic? Will we cry?

On one side we have the earth we call home - to where innumerable memories can relate to, the comfort zone and in the other direction lies the shimmering darkness of eternity - its mystery waiting to unfold one by one. Will the nostalgia work up our emotions and we cast our eyes on earth the whole time or will the fascination about space call us towards its limitlessness? Which side would we choose to spend the final moments of our lives?

Probably, I will spend quiet moments with my sweet memories of my near and dear and keep talking - hoping someone to listen and record so that my folks will one day come to know the last words I had reserved for them. Probably there are chances that I force myself to float in deep thought about what lies beyond the void (almost void). Assuming a superpower to either show me the path or take me to a different world altogether. I might joke to myself about meeting an alien or two or discover another earth. Or maybe heaven.

Or will I convince myself, as I watch the oxygen level dropping while I drift away into my last moment, to lift up the mask and try to breath in the freedom of eternity?

What will you do if your were to be alone in space with no hope for a second chance? Let me know in the comments below.

No more lame comments on pregnancy and delivery, please

Felt heartbroken when I came across a lame comment about women giving birth.

You think it's  natural so it comes easy for a woman, right? Just like eating an apple, is that so?

Yea, let's just try to understand the scenario with your example. Take the apple - yes, the very same apple that u mentioned, and now try to sniff it up your nose. Oh, it shouldn't be tough for you , it's just an inch above your lips, must be pretty much as simple!

Dear fellow human, I'm sorry to tell you, it wasn't easy for your mother to bring you into this world. She had gone through her share of pain and physical difficulties. Your sister (if you have any), your wife (that is if someone marry you) and your daughter will all go through this natural phenomena one day (if not yet) but that doesn't mean it's a cake walk. It's natural for a woman to give birth because, only a woman can handle it. The human raise would have extinct with a generation or two if men like you had to go through pregnancy.
To explain to you what it is like, allow me to help you imagine what all the final day process involves...

An example already sited above, a woman has to push out a baby (whose head circumference  vary from 25-40cm on an average, let's say) is pretty much like you trying to sniff an apple (if not a papaya) up your nose. (You should try it yourself, let's see how simple that is).

Another step in a normal delivery is called episcotomy. A doctor uses a sharp surgical blade to cut open a side of the 'exit hole' to make room for baby's head. It probably is too painful for you to even  imagine cuting your nose tip to accommodate the apple so don't bother imagining a blade slightly slitting your private part. Ouch!

And then that same wound is stitched up while you are completely conscious. Good luck trying not to faint at the thought of a needle pearcing 'your tip'. Remember, this stitches will take from 1 to 3 weeks to heal so don't imagine sitting, stand or walking for that long like you normally do.

If luck leaves for side, you doctor would suggest s/he cut open you stomach (thankfully, you will be given anaesthesia in this case). Well, then the effect of the painkillers will eventually wear off and you will be left with excruciating pain on your abdoman till the stitches finally dissolve.

That's just one part of the whole process. The trauma and trouble post delivery is another story altogether.

Most importantly, please understand that you came to this world not because your mother thought of you as an apple. You might be an apple of her eye, but definitely not a store bought one that she whole heartedly washes and slices for you to eat.

So before you comment so shamelessly, unapologetically about a woman's dedication, willingness and choice to bring a new life into this world, remember not to bring shame to your mother at least.