Playing God........

He was Successful, and this was widely acknowledged by family and friends. Houses, Cars, Multiple Bank Accounts et all. His was a well thought out plan, to ensure all members of his family were taken care of should misfortune befall him. He was sure they would find Comfort and Security in the wealth created in individual names.   

When they decided to enter planet earth, the desire was to experience life in the human form. If only he had let them experience tough times and disappointment, hard work and happiness - the only way to appreciate life.
He was the patriarch to all. Unknowingly and Unwittingly he played God. They would never experience the pride of achieving any this lifetime. He had denied them this experience and condemned them to a life of non achievement.
This meant they would never know the joy of creation. He had done it all. Every which way they looked around, there was what they needed right in front of them.They had legs but never learnt to walk. He carried them so high for so long, they began to see their world from a different height. 
His was the last word in every sentence.      

A Sentence it was that he handed to his family. 

Can I be Born Again......

Kaw….. kaw       she screamed, Mamma I want to be Born Again. 
Mamma Crow screamed back. “Now, there you start all over again. You were born a Crow, you need to go through this life as a crow and not keep screaming that you want to be an Eagle. Feathers do not an Eagle make.”

Mamma Crow adviced  'kaw  kaw' that by taking a dip in the Holy River one cannot claim to be Born Again as an Eagle. There has to be a Spiritual awakening from within and this leads to living an exemplary life this lifetime in the given form, so that the next form would be decided on one’s current karma.

kaw....kaw interrupted, "But the Eagles keep saying you can only be saved if you are a Eagle. And if I take a dip in the Holy River, I can claim to be Born Again as an Eagle and can always fly with them above the storm and descend once it has tided over.  'Death will then have no hold over me.'

What's in a Name.....

The year he was born, his maternal grandmother wanted to name him after her late husband. But his father would have none of it. There was a learned Lawyer in their neighbourhood who commanded the respect of all. His father had said, should I have a son this will be his name; and so it was.   

He was enrolled for primary education. On the form was to be mentioned his Name-Father’s name-Surname. This was the norm. Seven years later the state was in a boil. 'Son of the Soil' was the theory floated all around. His surname was a definite give away as not of the soil. What better way to avoid conflict than let it be quietly erased.

Now it was his Name and Father’s name only. His Father’s name caught attention of his Teachers and Classmates because of an unintended pun. He spent his High School years being called by a name which was his Father’s-pun intended. He entered University and the pun followed. It was here that fate struck. He stood as a candidate for College elections under a new name and won. This name got him fame and fortune as he traveled continents under this new name. The name he was christened with was lost long before it was established.

Now sitting forlorn as he rested on the armchair having retired from active life, he was informed of his son’s decision to take his christened name as his Surname. A name that was nowhere in the annals suddenly became the New Surname, the New Cornerstone.