Hell over heaven

When I think of heaven, I have always found that I somehow cannot ignore thinking of hell. It’s like when you talk of a song you cannot ignore the lyrics or of evil when good. No one know where it is and how it is and no one either intends to find how it feels like there. And no one can blame us, because from a very early age we have been engineered to hate or dread the word…. However, if there is heaven then there is certainly hell. With so much traffic to heaven nowadays, I believe most of our generation will like to take the freeway to hell. Somehow, I believe we do not need to take a journey of any kind – we can see heaven and hell right in our day to day life. It is hell for the parents whose kids recently died of poisoning through mid day meal in Bihar and heaven would probably mean a son/daughter fulfilling their parent’s dream. Sensitivity and situation may vary people to people. 

It is now time we choose hell over heaven and set things right. Hell will hate not to be heaven.

1St September 2013

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