Next Life


Next Life

The fantasy of an idle mind is also one of the joys of my life. Among various labels that I wear, one prominent one is that of being agnostic. I do not believe in an afterlife or next life. But as a blogger, nothing prevents me from fantasizing about the next life. My next life will look like nothing of this life. India does even not figure in until later. 

Preference of country of my re-birth is an island of Kiribati in the Micronesian group of islands in Western pacific. Sun, sea, surf, rains, squalls will be things for me in the next birth. In boyhood, I would rather enjoy swimming, snorkeling, boating, and such rather than cricket and football that I have never understood. I am guessing I would be raised as a single child of affluent parents who can afford my higher education overseas once I am 17.

This is when I move to Magdalen College, Oxford. In this life, I have missed going to the educational institute with a character. Magdalen College is the one with that character I cherish. I will be looking forward to roaming around in a campus with some of the most exquisite and ancient buildings of Oxford, set in 100 acres of grounds and riverside walk.

I hope to graduate and thereafter pursue a doctoral program in history and political science. My minors will be English literature. God alone knows why I studied chemistry and management in this life. Oxford colleges are ones from where the British Secret Service prefers new recruits. So I would be joining MI 6 at the age of 27 and get posted in Bolivia, to begin with. Afghanistan, Iraq, and Turkey would be my next few postings before I close my career at age 40 with a pension from His Majesty’s Government.

My new career as a freelance journalist and a writer should kick off then. I prefer to base myself at Dublin (taxes are lower compared to the UK). I expect to write quite a few best-sellers and make a large amount of money to move on to the next phase of life at 55.

Setting up a small bar and restaurant on Greek island Samos in the north Aegean Sea will be my last stop of the next birth. Watching the sun setting over cruise ships and private boats, sipping single malt, chatting with cranky clients, and letting the world do what it wants to do will be my thing.

Will I ever be thinking of India? Yes, I will be praying for a corruption-free India to be reborn there. If corruption persists, I could fantasize for one more re-birth in to let us say Ecuador or maybe Malta!

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