Prologue: Another profound types entry...but these are the only things that seem to be going through my mind! Hope they provoke thought rather than being incredibly boring.

Sounds pessimistic, but nothing else sums it up better. The inevitability of death cannot be overstated or exaggerated. It is as inevitable as life itself, probably more so. But yet so little is known about its nature, so many unanswered questions and no answers will ever be forthcoming.

I know I have used this quote, but it really fits here:

The same night awaits us all.
Beyond being inevitable, what else do we know? As I thought of this, I realised that I didn't even know whether I would be alive to make and publish this entry. As each of us heads out each day, there are a thousand different ways to die. I can get run over. Fall off somewhere. Get killed by some madman. Many other ways I cannot imagine.

Some die at 110. Others at 70. Some others at 20. Few right after borth. Few unborn.Some die painful, protracted deaths. Some pass away peacefully in their sleep. Some die of perfectly known reasons. Some have deaths that beguile everyone. Some die surrounded by friends and family. Others have their decomposed bodies found months after their death.

All of it is so puzzling. Each of us has moments in his/her life when death itself seems so mesmeric, having such a strange lure. No, I am not suicidal, but you have to agree. At other times we are deathly scared (ironic!) by it. At yet others, we are in wonderment of it. When we lose someone, we despise it. Such a wide variety of emotions for something so inexorable!

 None of us have the remotest idea of when we will die, not of what happens to us after it.

So, when does a person die? When his purpose on this planet is served? When his deeds serve to do so? Or as is often said in Karna's case, because the person is too good to live on earth?

More so, does it depend on our deeds? Is it just pre-destined? The questions don't stop, do they...