"Only the good die young". Billy Joel sang it years ago and this is how a local newspaper in the twin cities justified the death of the local baseball hall of famer - Kirby Puckett. He was a hero to many people and everybody seem to speak highly of him. They are even thinking about naming a new twins stadium, if they ever build one, after him.
So, do good people really die young? and do you have to be a bad ass to live longer
- just pondering...

Well I am not good but I may probably die young ...

how abt our Grannies then???

Grannies are racists! :)

Good = gyani? Ramro manche?

I am gonna die young then? :)

Makes me wonder about those sucide bombers who are barely out of their teens. Did their lord ( not religion specific) really want them back so early because they were, *gasp* - good?

Hmmm....

:)

indis - i bet you a million bucks ke that you won't die young! :) :)

Hmm I don't agree with "only good die young". Death is just uncertain; you never know when you die. It's not related with good or bad in my opinion. There are tons of people who lived longer and another tons of evils who died young.

I agree with Nepal ko chora but i still think that grannies are racists! :) :)

Guys and gals, I am tempted to do some self-promotion here.

I do not know who or why people die young. But I have written a song about it. You can hear it in the below link.

- http://www.soundclick.com/bands/pagemusic.cfm?bandID=411073


Died Young

All castles you made came crashing down, no one knows why
Towering waves showed no feelings while sweeping the ruins aside
Something else was planned for you but how were we supposed to know?
Your journey cut short (for) reasons unknown; we suffered the painful blow.


Your life, your plans
Were all seized
By the powers that knew how to deceive

Solo:

Do you see the sad people when you gaze down from high above?
Would you’ve done things in a different way, had you ever known?
Maybe you’re happier, who knows, there on your heavenly abode
Perhaps it is the only consolation, or is it really so?

Shattered dreams
Lying on the ground
For the broken hearts to pick

Your life, your plans
Were all seized
By the powers that knew how to deceive


Written, Composed and Performed by Bibek Bhatta
February 2006
© All rights reserved.

Nails, how much you have in your pocket right now?

Or in bank. Million bucks eh! Or are ya planning to win millions chatting in sajha?:p hehe

Regarding grannies being racist, maybe yours is/was. Mine is extremly nice and warm.

:)

Indis - yes my granny is very very racists ke! :( :(
and i don't need to have a million bucks with me cause you'll never win the bet ni and even if you do then hmmm.. you will be dead right?? so basically i don't need to give you a million bucks either way but YOU DO ni! :P :)

If you die for being good, then folks i am EVILLLLLLLLLLLLLlll

Nails,
my granny is very loving unlike yours. I wish you had a granny like mine
;)

i think my granddad love her ....

tupac was violent yet he died young. then this proves that theres nothing wrong with being violent. kurt cobain did drugs yet he died young, this proves that theres nothing wrong with havin drugs

Nepal ko chora - i wish too but the reality is I DON'T! :( :(

::)